Hey everyone! Here's chapter 2. Enjoy! ( Oh yah, and let me be a pest

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Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls or anyone on it. But if I did

own the people, Tristanwould be all mine! LOL!

Chapter 2: Hello Mary!



"Rory, have you seen the monkey lamp?' Lorelai called from her room.

"No," Rory called back as she picked her way down the hall through the mess

of boxes. "Why do you need it right now any way? You're putting on a necklace."

"Oh, I think someone hit you with the pretty stick missy!" Lorelai said when

Rory walked in the room, forgetting the lamp completely.

"Yah, well I look like a Christmas tree threw up on me," Rory said, looking

down at her green plaid skirt and seater vest with a white blouse and red blazer.

"To get that effect, you would need some ornaments, fruitcake, and possibly

some festive shrub of some sort. Ooooh, how about mistle toe! That would be great,

walking down the hall of your new school with all these hot guys coming up and

kissing you! Maybe I'll try it sometime."

Rory laughed at her mom. At least Lorelai's sense of humor would be around

wherever they lived.

"Nervous?" Lorelai asked. Rory nodded. "I'm so proud you got accepted to

Ursalyn. You'll dogreat honey," Lorelai said, giving Rory a hug. Ursalyn was the

Chilton of North Carolina, highly exclusive and outrageously expensive. Rory would

have never got accepted mid term if Richard and Chilton's headmaster hadn't made

a few calls on her behalf.

"Well, at least you're not wearing cowboy boots," Rory said, remembering her

mother's ensemble her first day of Chilton.

"I can change," Lorelai suggested.

"I think I can deal with the dissappointment. You know, the name Ursalyn

sounds green," Rory said as they walked out the door to the car.

"Name's can sound like colors?" Lorelai asked, starting a debate that lasted

the entire ride.

*****



Tristan Dugrey walked in the double doors of Ursalyn Academy, hesitent to

start the long day. Everyone stopped in the hall to stare at him, as always, for he

was the reigning King of the school, and everyone was thirsty for a glimpse of him.

A vision of beauty- 6'2", blonde hair, blue heys, muscular frame- he was

perfect. He had his backpack slung casually over one shoulder, and a girl around

the waist, Shayna Billings to be exact. She was head of the cheerleading squad,

so of course trailing behind them was the rest of the squad along with their

boyfriends. This parade was as exclusive as the school was, because if you weren't

a jock or just plain beautiful, there was no way you could walk with the popular

people.

Ah yes. Everyone stared longingly- the girls wishing they were the

ones Tristin was kissing, and the guys ready to commit murder to have his

well sculpted body. Shayna stopped and kissed Tristan in the middle of the hallway.

She liked to kiss him whenever the urge came. Tristan responded and pushed her up

against a locker.

"Ugh. Get a room," came a familiar voice. Tristan racked his brain for

some form of recognition of the voice, but was unable to break away from Shayna's

demanding kiss.

'Rory'

Tristan's head whipped around a fraction of a second after the name popped

into his head. He knew that she couldn't be standing there in front of him, but he

couldn't miss the opportunity to find out. But sure enough it was Rory. Rory Gilmore.

The girl the had thoughtof at least a million times a day since he had left her

standing in her Juliet dress when he left for Military school. But what was she doing

here? She was in Connecticut at Chilton, with Bag Boy. What was going on? A million

and three emotions were running through Tristan at once. But he was able to overcome

them and focus on his curiosity.

"Well, hello Mary."