dude! 16 chapters! im really flying through this thing! lol. i didn't

even realize i was on 16. o and i have a new

fic out called inside out. its another trory if u wanna check it out.

i can either leave it a one chapter story or i can make it a real story

depending on the reviews. hee hee. on with the story!

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disclaimer: what is the point of these things anyway? ne way i dont

own gilmore girls so dont hire a lawyer just yet.

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Chapter 16: My Father?

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Rory walked into school on a sunny morning. It was the first

day that it hadn't been pouring rain, and the water in the streets was

going down. In a way, she was sad to be returning back to school

because she had enjoyed the much needed vacation from studying, but she

was also looking forward to seeing Tristan.



Her Tristan.

She couldn't believe how much she thought of him once she got

home. It wasn't hard for her to think of him as "hers." She was thrilled

to finally be able to trust him and to be together with him as a couple.

Her locker seemed filled with more books than usual. In the

short break she had, it seemed she had almost forgot how much work

the school gave. She sighed, looking at the huge textbooks that she

would have to lug around all day.

"What's the sigh for, Mary?" Tristan asked, coming up behind

her and putting his arms around her. She turned around and gave him a

kiss.

"Just looking at all these heavy books is all," she replied.

"Well, that's where having a big, strong boyfriend comes in

handy," he said. "I'm good for carrying heavy books around."

"No. You can't possibly carry two sets of textbooks

around all day," Rory protested.

"Sure I can," he said. "Please just let me try."

"Fine. Here's my math book. It's all yours."

"Thank you Mary," he replied. He gave her a long, deep kiss.

By that time people were starting to notice. Sure, they had

gotten used to seeing him at her locker talking and arguing with her,

but they were not prepared to see him kissing her.

Shayna didn't miss the scene either. "I knew it was only a

matter of time until you began playing suck face with this little

slut," she said, coming up to Tristan and Rory and tapping him on

the shoulder.

"You know what Shayna? You're just saying that because you're

jealous," Tristan answered.

"Of what? Her being with you? Get over yourself Dugrey, you're

not the only guy in the world to look at me."

"No. You're just jealous because you know that you'll never

be as kind, and funny, and smart as Rory is. Come on Mare, lets get

out of here." And with that, Tristan took Rory's hand and they walked

off down the hallway.

"You're just another piece of arm candy Gilmore!" Shayna

called as they walked off. She turned to her friend Hallie who was

standing nearby. "He just wants to bed the virgin. He's probably got

some bet going on with his friends."

"Definitely," Hallie agreed. "What else could he see in that

girl?"

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Two weeks passed, and Rory and Tristan were still very much

a couple. After all, they loved each other.



It seemed like all the school gossip revolved around them.

Everyone was sure that Tristan was in the relationship for one reason,

and one reason only; to sleep with Rory. No one ever stopped to think

that maybe he was in it because he loved her. And he did.

One day after Rory and Tristan had just settled down in fourth

period after cuddling all of lunch to escape the cold, the intercom

buzzed on, intterupting the class.

"Tristan Dugrey, please come to the attendance office. Tristan

Dugrey to the office. Thank you." Rory looked over at him and he shrugged,

getting out of his seat to find out why he was being paged.

"I'm Tristan Dugrey," he told the attendance clerk when he

reached the office. "You just called me out of class."

"Ah yes Mr. Dugrey. Your father is here and he would like to

talk to you."

"My father?" Tristan asked in shock. He hadn't seen his Dad

since summer break, almost four months ago. What was he doing in North

Carolina?

"Tristan," his father said coldly, shaking his hand.

"Dad," Tristan replied with equal lack of enthusiasm. Their

relationship was never a love filled one. The most bonding they had

ever done was talk about his father's business on a long car trip to

Boston. Things never got much more personal than that.

"You're probably wondering why I'm here," his father started.

"And why you couldn't talk to me at home," Tristan added.

"Right. Well, I couldn't wait to tell you the news actually,"

he said. "We've decided its time for you to come back home."

Tristan stared at his father, his brain not comprehending what

his father had just said. "Home? To Hartford?"

"Of course! Your mother and I feel it is time for you to return

home to Chilton to finish your Senior year with your friends. Your

punishment is over."

"My punishment?" Tristan asked, struggling to keep his temper.

"Dad, my punishment was over when you let me out of military school.

I'm the one who chose to stay in North Carolina. I don't want to go

home. I'm happy here."

"Well, I'm afraid you have no choice in the matter. I've already

spoken to headmaster Charleston and he agreed to welcome you back to

Chilton. Your plane is leaving for Connecticut tomorrow morning." His

father rose to leave. "I'll see you back at the summer house."

Tristan was left in alone in the office, staring after his

father.

"You can go back to class now," the secretary said. "Mr. Dugrey?

You have a class waiting for you. I advise you return to it."



"Oh right," he mumbled, walking down the hallway to class.

How was he going to explain this to Rory?

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a/n: reviews please! they will make my day oh so happy! you can never

expect rory and tristan to be happy for too long in my stories. i mean,

would you really want to read a story where there was 16 chapters

of kisses and hugs? come on now, a little bit goes a long way!