another chapter. my computer is smoking from all the chapters i've

posted this week. lol. my fingers are kinda numb from all the typing

too. j/k. if ur wondering about the time frame, rory and tristan are

seniors in high school. i normally wouldn't have made it like that, but

i wrote this story at the beginning of this past season, and i couldn't

figure out a good way to update it. so ya. on to chapter 8.

to Star Princess- i live in Southern CA, near LA ina valley (yes im

a valley girl), and its considered the desert so the only green stuff

is the lettuce in my salad. lol and for the record i hate the color

brown, and thats all i can see from my window. teardrops.

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Disclaimer: if Gilmore Girls was mine, I wouldn't be writing this

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Chapter 8: Thus, With a Kiss, the Spell Will Be Broken

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Rory pushed away from Tristan and slapped him.

Needless to say, the spell Tristan was in was immediately broken.

"What was that for?" he cried!

Tears were welling in Rory's eyes. "I should get to class," she

said as she began to once again make her way through the courtyard.

Tristan reached out an arm to stop her. "Not until you tell me

why you just slapped me," he said.

"Ow, you're grabbing my arm that hurts," she said under her

breath.

"Sorry. Will you tell me why you did that?" he said, dropping

her arm.

"It's pretty self explanatory when you think about what you

just did," she said looking into his eyes angrily.

Tristan got lost into her pretty blue eyes for a fraction of

an instant, until he noticed the anger in them.

"I thought you wanted me to kiss you!" he cried.

"Wanted you to?" Rory asked. "What exactly gave you that

idea?"

"You were practically throwing yourself at me. That whole 'what

kind of girl do you want?' line!" he yelled, imitating Rory. "What was

I supposed to think?"

"I don't know, maybe that we were just having a pleasant

conversation? Did that every occur to you? You know, I can't believe

I bought all that crap about you changing and wanting a relationship

where you can talk to someone innocently without there being any

physical interaction between them, when two seconds later you turn

around and kiss me! Talk about a hypocrite!" Rory said angrily.

They heard applause and cheers, and Rory turned around to see

a crowd forming in the courtyard, watching the school King Tristan and

the new girl have a heated argument. Due to their loud little argument,

neither of them had heard the bell that signaled the end of first

period.

"Great," Tristan mumbled. "Now the whole school is standing here

staring at us as if this was some kind of performance."

"Well well well. I never knew the great Tristan Dugrey had

stage fright. But, then again, I guess it makes sense considering he

couldn't even stay in town long enough to perform in the part as Romeo

in the skit," Rory said, so mad at him that she found herself bringing

up that horrible day almost two years ago.

"I was being sent to military school, for God's sake!" Tristan

said defensively.

"You couldn't have convinced your Dad to let you stay for five

more minutes to finish the damn play?"

"Well at least I don't have some serious issues causing me to

run away every time someone kisses me!" Tristan shot back.

"That's not true." Rory said quietly.

"Oh, it's not? Then why do I recall you running away in tears

at a certain party after I kissed you at the piano?"

"I had just broken up with Dean," Rory said. "And that's not

fair for you to bring that up. I thought we were past that."

"Obviously we're not. Hey, you're the one who brought up the

past," Tristan said to her matter-of-fact voice.

"I'm going to class," Rory said. She pushed past him and

disappeared in the crowd.

Tristan didn't even try to follow her.



a/n: you didn't honestly think that i was going to leave everything all

fluff and marshmellows just like that did you? mwa ha ha ha. j/k. don't

worry. they won't be mad at each other forever. it wouldn't be a true

trory if they were. don't loose faith!