When Slumber Parties Go Coed

Disclaimer: I don't own the show yhata, yhata, yhata. The idea of the story is mine though, and any extra characters that may appear in the story. So don't sue me, cuz that would be just stupid. A/N: Ok so heres the third chapter. You know when you have an idea for a story and then you plot the story all out in your mind? And then when your going to type it, it sounds weird or you get new ideas that change the entire story? Well that happens to me often. So don't be surprised that my updates are spacious. Oh thank you so much for the reviews. You have no idea how much they are appreciated by me. I really thought this story was going to suck, but I guess it's not that bad!

Chapter Three: Turn down the lights

Tristan stood there, rooted to his spot, standing next to Jess, outside the door. He took in her appearance; she was wearing slightly baggy, plaid, blue, pajama bottoms, which hung low on her hips. Her black tank top, showed an expanse of porcelein skin, and if not covered by a long curtain of chestnut color hair. He didn't miss her shocked looking eyes, or slightly parted mouth. It was hard not to, she looked as if she had just found out coffee was no longer available to the human race. She looked beautiful, a truly divine angel in his eyes. He had rarely ever scene her without her school uniform on, or actually, never saw her outside of school, considering the driving distance between Hartford, and Stars Hollow. So it was a treat to see her in her natural habitat, the place that took part in influencing her personality. The place in which made her unique, and different from the Hartford socialites. The place that made him like her so damh much.

He was hoping against hope that the Rory Jess spoke of was not Rory Gilmore. But how many Rorys' do you know? He didn't want to see her, he wasn't ready for her. This was the girl who had burned him to an extent, and caused him great frustration. He tried not to think about her, oh you don't know how hard he tried. But it was like everywhere he looked someone or something reminded him of her. It was constant nostalgia for him. He wanted her, and she kept being taken away from him. Like taking a toy away from a child, no matter how much they wanted it back or how far they reached for it, it seemed to be getting farther, and farther away. But she wasn't just a toy, she was a gift. Sure he teased her, and made her irritated, but wasn't that what you were supposed to do? Tease the ones you love. He didn't know if it was love, hell he didn't even know what love was, he was only eighteen. After the teasing didn't work, he tried to impress her with the impossible-to-get PJ Harvey concert tickets. But even that didn't work, she had refused him anyway. So subsequently, he let her be. He left her alone, he banished himself from her life. He figured it was the easy thing to do, instead of pining after her. He had stopped going by her locker after the few classes they shared together. He wouldn't look up in the middle of a test to see if she was done or not. He tried to tell himself that she wasn't there. And it was kinda working so far. The keyword being 'kinda'. But all his defenses came crashing down, with a whomping thump, as soon as she had opened her door.

Rory was undoubtedly, shocked beyond belief. Here before her was one of her best friends, and standing beside him was her worst enemy, her sparring partner, her opponent in verbal wars. How could this be? Had the gods turned against her, had pigs flown, did coffee cease to exist? What was going on here? If Rory ever had a mind -boggling moment in her entire life, this would be the one. What was he doing here, at her house, standing at her door? She wasn't supposed to see him after school hours, he wasn't supposed to see her in her flannel pajamas. They both starred at each other, blue on blue, shocked face, against shocked face. The wind had started to pick up, and the rain was blowing through the door, sending Rory's hair for a wild ride. The rain splattering on her face, and against her clothes. Jess coughed to get to get both of there attentions, as seeing that they weren't going to awake from there extended starring contest.

" Hey!"

No response from either of them. Jess slowly lifted up his left hand, and sent it flying to the back of Tristan's head. Snapping out of his trance, Tristan looked at Jess, s to seeing why he hit him.

" Why the hell did you do that for man?"

" Because you just got that look on your face like your brain was caving in."

" Nice visual" Tristan said sarcastically.

Jess just shrugged his shoulders. " Thanks. You ok?"

Tristan looked up at Rory, " Yeah, I think I'm gonna be ok."

" Ror?"

There was still no response from Rory.

" Oh not you too!"

Jess brought his fingers up to her face, and snapped his fingers.

Rory immidietly looked at Jess and then to Tristan.

" Hey how come she didn't get a slap on the head?" Tristan whined.

" Because shes not you."

" Wow Ror, you really need to work on your welcoming skills, but other than that you got your I've-just-seen-a-ghost look down pat.

Rory came back to life from her monotone state.

" That's probably because I'm not welcoming you. Jess, you brought the spawn of Satan to my house, he now knows were I live, I guess this means I'm going to have to kill both of you now."

" Who are you going to kill?" Lane said as she and Paris, walked up behind Rory, who was still standing by the door.

Paris noticed two guys standing at the door, one being unknown, and the other being Tristan DuGrey.

" What are you doing here?" Paris asked Tristan, a bit embarrassed that he and the guy standing beside him were seeing her in her pajamas.

" Paris! So lovely to see you this evening, I never pictured you at a party, especially by the looks of your apparel, a slumber party."

" Yeah well I don't remember you being invited, so why don't you and your little friend here just mosey on off to one of your girlfriends houses'." Paris shot back.

" It seems that one of your party goers needs to liven up Ror." Jess said.

" No, shes perfectly fine in the life shes in right now. What are you guys doing here? At night, and in the middle of a storm no less?"

" I told you we would stop by, incase you don't remember."

" I didn't think you were serious. Don't you have a life?"

" Of course I do, it just involves annoying the hell out of you." Jess said with a smile.

" And I didn't think, for the life of me, that the other 'we' was going to be Tristan. Then I would have rather tagged along on my mother's 'hot' date tonight. "

" Wait. How do you know Tristan?" Jess said slightly closing one eye, looking puzzled.

" We go to the same school." Tristan said.

" Add it up, and it all spells duh!" Lane said, after finally taking her eyes off Tristan.

" Hey Kim. I didn't see you there for a minute. Now I'm wishing I didn't see you at all." Jess said Tristan chuckling in the backround.

" You! You are in my house, you are seeing were I live, and yes you are seeing me in my pajamas, but that gives you no right to just come in here and act all macho with Jess! We are not in Hartford buddy! These do not look like the halls of Chilton, and I do not see your fellow jerko-friends standing behind you, backing you up in this situation. Your in my town now, so don't even think about calling me 'Mary' or try to back me into a corner, because I can have five guys tackle you to the floor, excluding Jess!" Rory said this all while backing him up against the now closed front door.

" Rory calm down." Jess said, as he put his hands on her shoulders and backed her away from Tristan.

" Listen we didn't come here to make you mad, actually we did, but that doesn't matter now, because."

" Yeah, why doesn't it matter, because you thought of something more hideously disgusting to do to us now?"

" No it doesn't matter because the lights just went out."

" What?"

They were in pitch darkness, nobody moved in fear that they would collide with someone else, or knock something to the ground.

" Ok, nobody move." Rory said.

" Not a problem, I don't feel like walking into a wall." Tristan said, uneasily.

" Oh this is just great!" Paris spoke up.

" And shes off!" Tristan whispered to Jess.

" I knew I shouldn't have come. I could be home right now looking up words I don't know, and I'm here in the dark, with two bafoons! I mean really, I didn't just tell myself today ' Why don't I go over to Rory's and die of hypothermia!" Paris rattled on.

" Paris?" Lane asked, standing beside her.

" What!" She asked annoyed.

" You can shut up now!"

" Fine!" Paris relented.

" Ror, not that I don't love standing here in the dark, but Tristan and me, yeah were wet, and it's getting kinda cold in here. So any spare, dry, clothes you have, that are preferably suited for men to wear, would be great." Jess said stuttering at most of his words.

" Um, I'll look for the clothes, when I can see the clothes. But right now, that's not possible, so this is what were going to do. Lane? Were are you?"

" Over here."

" Where's here?"

" By Paris."

" Where's Paris?"

" I'm over here standing by the entry to the kitchen. I'm pretty sure that's Lane next to me or else its some kinda perverted, psycho-killer, come to kill us all."

" So Tristan is standing by you?" Rory asked, smirking to herself.

" Hey I resent that!" Tristan crowed.

" Yeah, I hope you remember that, while your rotting in hell!!!"

" Look people, there is no reason for all of this hostility. So incase you just want to stand around, waiting to freeze like Eskimo pies, I suggest you all just shut your holes, so we can do something about it." Lane screamed.

" Sorry Lane." Rory said.

" Yeah sorry." Tristan said.

" Ok, so whoever is closer to the kitchen door can go in and try to find some candles, and some food that doesn't require refridgeration, because if the lights are out, the rest of the appliances of course are out, which means food in the refridgerator will be melting pretty soon."

"What about flashlights?" Paris asked.

" Um, I don't think we have any flashlights, I think we did at one point, but the last it was scene it was in one of the cereal boxes. Don't ask how it got there it just did. So if you wanna try and find it, don't feel stupid looking in the oven."

" Isn't it dangerous to have it in the oven?" Tristan asked.

" Yeah, but they keep it off, considering they don't cook, actually they couldn't cook to save there lives." Jess said matter-o-factly.

" You don't cook at all?" Tristan asked amazed.

" Nope, ever since the waffle incident, we haven't picked up a cooking utensil, or used our stove. We usually keep our shoes in the oven so chances of the flashlight being there are pretty good."

" Me and Paris, can try and find the candles, but what are we going to do about matches?" Lane offered.

" Oh god, we don't have any matches do we, it figures, we haven't lit a candle in this house since the toilet paper accident."

" You've had a lot of incidents in this house haven't you?" Paris called from the kitchen. The sound of drawers and cabinets being open and closed could be heard from foir (incase you didn't know what that was, it's the downstairs, part of the house were the front door is located, and you hang coats, or you can call it whatever you wanna call it.).

" You have no idea." Lane answered back.

" I have a light." Tristan said.

" Hey man, I thought you quit?" Jess asked.

" I did, kinda. Its not that easy you know." Tristan said deffensivly.

" Oh believe me, I know. Shes the one that made me quit!"

" I only made you for your own good!"

" Ya know, that's what they keep telling me."

" And you, you should quit too, but I'm glad you didn't, or else we wouldn't have a light, thus causing us to croak in the dark." Rory said

" I'm glad that my cigerette addiction could have been helpful to somebody." Tristan said sarcastically.

" You know what I mean. So did you pickup the habit from Jess?"

" Actually, yeah. He offered me my first cigerette at age thirteen."

" You two have been smoking for five years? Are you crazy!"

" I don't think were crazy. Do you think were crazy?" Jess asked Tristan.

" No, I don't think were crazy at all." Both of them looked at each other, well as well you could see someone in the dark, and shoved one another.

" God, I'm going to go off my nut with the two of you here."

" Hey don't sweat the small stuff, we'll be perfect gentlemen our whole visit. Won't we Jess?"

" Of course we will, what else would we be?"

" You two are up to something, and as soon as I find out what it is, I'm sicking Ms. Patty on you. That'll teach you both a lesson, not to get into mischief with a Gilmore."

" Rory when will you learn, a guy without mischief is like a bowling ball without a liquid center." Tristan said.

" What's that supposed to mean?"

" Your a smart girl, I'm sure you'll figure it out." Jess said. Both guys chuckled in the dark.

" Whatever. And I was serious about the Ms. Patty thing." Rory said while trying to feel her way into the kitchen.

" Who's Ms. Patty?" Tristan asked.

" I'll tell you later. Hey Rory, do you want us to. Rory were'd you go?" Jess shouted.

" I'm in the kitchen helping Paris and Lane look for candles." Rory shouted back.

" They still haven't found them yet?"

" You try looking for candles, in a dark kitchen, with a zillion drawers!" Lane yelled over.

" Do you need any help?" Tristan yelled back.

" Jess, take Tristan upstairs to try and find some blankets in the linen closet."

" You have a linen closet?"

" Just go up, and try to find something to keep us warm!"

" There wouldn't be any spare clothes up stairs would there, because I'm starting to lose any feeling I once had in my ass!" Jess yelled over.

" Check under my mom's bed. There should be some of my dad's clothes that he left behind!" Rory called.

" Ok!"

In The Kitchen

" Rory, are you sure that theres candles in here?" Paris asked.

" Because we've been looking for ten minutes." Lane added.

" Yes, theres candles here somewhere, I'm positive. Did you look under the sink?"

"No." They both said in unision.

Rory felt her way to the sink, and then got down on her knees, and opened the cabinets that were under the sink. She put her arms in, and felt her way inside. Her fingertips brushed over that seemed wax like. She went back for it, and lifted it up to her nose to smell it, because the last ones they had bought were vanilla scented. And to her luck it was the candles. There were about twenty of them since they were miniature sized.

" I found them. All twenty, vanilla scented ones."

There were a few breaths of relief behind her.

" Oh thank you god, I swear I will never curse in traffic, ever again. Unless they catch me on my time of the month, then you can save them all." Paris prayed.

" A little scared of the dark, are we Paris?" Lane said teasingly.

" No, I just don't like to be in situations I can't control. And now with tweedle dee, and tweedle-dumber, in the house, this just makes things worse."

" Are you kidding? Did you see that boy, geese I thought I was going to melt." Lane whispered.

" Well that makes ones of us." Rory said getting up from the ground, gathering the candles on the kitchen table.

" Why do you two have so much hatred towards Tristan? He seems ok."

" Its not hatred, I don't hate anybody. Its just from the first day of school, he's made it unbearable for me. And Paris didn't help at the time either. Until she converted from the evil side."

" I don't hate Tristan either, it's just his demented way he uses girls that bothers me. Its all sex, lies, and seduction, for him."

" Well, were all stuck in the Gilmore abode for the night, so we better make the best of things. And plus, maybe you and Tristan, can clear things up, and get to know each other."

" I don't think so Lane. I'm gonna see if those two found the blankets ok?" Rory said.

As Rory felt her way out of the kitchen once again, Lane leaned over to Paris and whispered to her " Hey, I think I have an idea?"

" What's that?"

" I think we should get those two to become friends, or at least less hostile towards each other." Lane said deviously.

" Tristan isn't hostile towards Rory, he only teases her. But Rory is so oblivious to him, that she wouldn't notice the ice burg hit Titanic."

" You mean Tristan likes her?"

" I think so, and so do a lot of other people. But it's the nagging feeling of Tristan's long line of used girls that really gives you doubts."

" Were just going to have to change that feeling then won't we. Now here's what I'm thinking.

Lane told Paris her formulated plan. While the three girls were having their discussion downstairs, the guys were having one of there own upstairs.

Upstairs

" Ow, man! Watch were your stepping!" Jess told Tristan.

" Sorry, its not like I can see were I'm going, ya know."

" Ok, I'm pretty sure Lorelai's room was this way." Jess said, putting his hand against the wall, so that he wouldn't bump into anything.

" So you dated Gilmore, huh?"

" Yeah."

" When was this?"

" A few months ago."

" And you guys are still friends?"

" It is possible to stay friends with an ex, unlike you, you have them all either still pining after you, or waiting to seek revenge."

" I don't like to stay in touch with people I've had relationships with. It just gets weird. Its like they think after I've kissed them, that were in a serious commitment, or were on our way to a long relationship, that will result in us staying together through college, and then getting married, and having 2.5 kids, a mansion, and five cars."

" And all I have to say is, "hey we can still be friends." But its not like I say it all the time. With Rory it was different. We always see each other. She and her mother live off that diner, and we share the same interests. So who's not to say we can't be friends."

" And nothing is weird between you two?"

" Not really. We might come across something we did when we were together, and then we'll have that akward moment. And then she'll ask me for more coffee."

" I can see why you would want to stay friends with her."

" Rory is different, she's.she's just different, and we can just leave it at that."

" Did you guys ever..did you ever.you know?"

Jess hesitated before replying, " No."

A quiet sigh of relief past through Tristan's lips, but Jess hadn't heard it.

They were in Lorelai's room now, unless it was the bathroom, but the bathroom wouldn't have a fuzzy clock, now would it? They could make out the outline of the bed. Jess and Tristan slowly approached it. A strike of lightning hit outside, and Tristan jumped, out of surprise. He bumped into Jess, who went stumbling into Lorelai's nightstand. His hand went across the small table and knocked off a picture frame, and the clock, which immediately started mooing.

" Is the clock mooing?" Tristan asked out of uncertainy.

" Yeah, Lorelai has a thing for strange knick knacks. Just ignore it, it'll go off soon."

Jess got down on his knees, and lifted up the bed cover so he could find the extra clothes for he and Tristan. He found a pair of jeans, and sweats, along with them, a t-shirt, and wife beater.

" Find any clothes yet? I'm starting not to feel my balls." Tristan said quivering.

" Hold on. Here." Jess handed the wife beater, and sweats to Tristan, considering Tristan was taller than he was.

" Thanks." Tristan took the clothes Jess handed to him, and walked slowly away from the bed.

" So you and Rory don't get along?" Jess said while taking his pants off.

" I think we can tolerate each other, just as long as I don't bother her." Tristan said while taking off his soaked jacket and shirt.

" What did you do to her, to make her so pissed off at you? Normally she isn't that bitchy towards anyone." Jess said while taking his jacket and wet shirt off.

" I did the whole teasing 'first day of school' shit on her. And then I just kept going on with it, until she started to get aggravated every time I talked to her." He said while rolling his wet clothes in a bundle.

" You made her life hell at school, and you expect her to be nice to you?"

" I didn't make her life at school that bad. I simply tried to get her to like me, which wasn't working. So I stepped up a level."

" Your saying, she turned you down, so she became a mark on your hit list?"

" Kind of, something like that. But I haven't even talked to her in a while, so she can't shift the blame on me, for her latest trajedys, or misfortunes."

" Do you still like her?"

Tristan took a minute to ponder this before answering him. He could either tell his best friend that he seriously liked his ex-girlfriend, or he could tell him that he has no interest in her, so that his hide would remain intact.

" No man, I got over her a while ago."

" So you did liker her before?"

" Yeah I guess I did, but I don't any more."

" Good."

" How's that good?"

" You wouldn't think it would be weird, if you went out with my ex girlfriend?"

" Of course it would be weird. But what if we had feelings for one another? Not that we do, because as you know it, she despises me in every sort of way. But what if that would happen? Would you disown me as your best friend, or keep me around long enough to sell my blood to the black market, out of desperation for money."

" I think I would do the black market thing, after I sold your teeth and organs to a donar nearby in need of them."

" Are you serious?"

" Not really. But if she went out with somebody, I'm not saying I would be jumping with joy that it was you." Jess said while also bounding his wet clothes in a ball.

" Why not, most people would be glad that they would have there ex girlfriends go out with somebody they already knew. At least you would know I wasn't a crazed rapist on the loose."

" Yeah, I know that. But its you and Rory. I cant really see you two together, even though you guys may have some stuff in common, but.just think about it. Maybe you'll get my point later on." Jess said while trying to step out into the hallway.

Jess nearly collides with a warm body on his way out of the doorway.

" Whoa!"

" Sorry. Is that you Ror?"

" Uh-huh. Did you guys find the blankets yet?"

" No, we just needed to find dry clothes first, before our hair started to fall out." Tristan answered coming out of the room.

" Ok, go downstairs and start lighting the candles, while I get the blankets then."

" Sure." Both Tristan and Jess made there way down stairs.

" Paris?" Tristan called.

" Yeah?"

" Where are you?"

" Were in the kitchen!"

Both guys went into the kitchen, and could make out two forms standing by a window.

" Where are the candles?" Jess asked.

" On the table. There's twenty of them, so if we spread them out, we'll have just enough light to see where were going." Lane answered.

" That's good." Tristan said. He walked over to the kitchen table, and took out his lighter, from his wet jean pocket, that was now tumbled in his left hand. He set his clothes on the floor by his feet, and reached out his hand to grab a candle. HE picked one up and sparked the lighter. Nothing came out at first, but then on his third try, the flame came to. He lit all the candles, one by one, each illuminating the entire room.

" Let there be light!" Rory said as she came into the kitchen carrying five blankets, and two extra pillows.

" My words exactly." Paris said, still standing by Lane.

" So, what do we do now?" Jess asked.

" Well, we can start spreading the candles all over, but not too far, because I don't want to wake up to a charred house in the morning, while I'm still in it." Rory said.

" Ok, so we should put a most of them in the living room, where were going to sleep, and a few in the kitchen and bathroom, right?" Asked Lane.

" Yup. So everything is ok. Everybodys' ok?"

" Oh, I'm just fine, right as rain actually. How about you Rory, are you doing ok? Because I'm about to have a nervous breakdown!" Yelled Paris.

" And the weird behavior award goes to, none other than Paris Gellar!" Tristan said in a game show host's voice.

" Shove it Tristan. I dimly recall you nearly peeing your pants in the first grade because you lost your favorite commando."

Tristan just blushed.

" You played with a commando? That's so cute!" Rory said half laughing.

" How would you nearly pee your pants when losing a toy?" Lane asked.

" He was crying too hard. Then Stacey Milford gave him her nurse Barbi to play with. I think that's when he first took a real serious interest in the opposite sex." Paris teased.

" Man, you're a real disgrace to the male species right about now. Come on, you cry over a commando, and then play dress up with nurse Betty!" Jess started.

" Nurse Barbi." Rory corrected.

" Yes Tristan you are an insult to all mankind, especially the female portion." Paris said.

" I was what? Six, in the first grade. Lay off, I bet you all have more embaressing stories to share. Infact, lets make a game of it, shall we?" Tristan finally spoke up, defending himself.

" How about, lets not." Paris said.

" What, Paris, you can rag on me, but you can't share a little story with us?" Tristan indicated.

" Hey! How bout we all go into the living room now? This kitchen floor is giving me cold feet." Rory asked. Trying to get them all out of this situation, of sharing stories, for she had some of her own, that she didn't feel like sharing.

" I agree!" Lane put in.

" Me too!" Paris added.

" That's not fair, were out numbered three to two." Jess said.

" Oh well!" Rory said cheerfully.

The girls entered the living room, the guys following. The girls sat on their respectable sleeping bags that were lying on the floor. Rory had already placed a candle on top of the television, one by the lamp, and a few by the fireplace.

" So, what are the sleeping arrangements?" Jess asked.

" What do you mean? You guys aren't sleeping over." Paris said.

" Um actually they kinda are." Rory said.

"What! Rory, you can't have them sleepover!!!" Paris yelled.

" Well I'm not going to go and send them out in that!" Rory said pointing to the window. It was hailing rain outside. The storm seuer inlets were flooding, and the telephone cable wires were swinging rapidly. You could scarcely see Tristan's car, also Jess's transportation to the Gilmore house.

" Ok fine! But I'm not sharing my sleeping bag with devil spawn, or his accomplice!"

" We wouldn't dream of it Paris." Tristan said.

" We really wouldn't dream of it." Jess whispered to Tristan. Tristan broke out in a grin.

" Your just wolves in sheep clothing." Paris said.

" Paris you're just over reacting. They will sleep nowhere near you. I promise." Rory said trying to comphort Paris.

" Yeah, I will sleep nowhere near you. I'll sleep somewhere near Mary." Tristan said, smirking.

" Tristan Shut up!" Rory said agrrivatingly. Mad that Tristan would use her hated nickname.

" Are you afraid there won't be enough blankets to go around? I will gladly share mine with you. Body heat is a very good way to keep warm, ya know."

" Tristan, you're pushing my last nerves, just shut up. You have no idea how stressful you are."

" Oh I know how stressful I am. Yeah, all that indiscriminating eye sex I've been having is really giving me a lot to think about."

" Jess get your friend under control, or he's gonna end up being bitch slapped three times." Rory snapped, as she made her way to her room. She couldn't handle all of his imaturity all in one night; it could make someone go off their nut!

" Man take it easy."

" You two are so infuriating!" Paris yelled, as she also made her way to Rory's room.

" Why can't you just grow up? You try being stuck in a house with five people, while there's a calamity going on outside, as well as in." Lane shouted, following Paris's leave.

" Was it something I said?" Tristan asked.

" Dude, I thought you didn't like her anymore?"

" I don't, I just like teasing her."

" Then what all that ' body heat is a good way to keep warm' bullshit!"

" I didn't mean anything by it! Look, she knows this is what I do. This is how we communicate. She'll get over it, and I'll come up with something new to say, and she'll have a come back waiting for me."

" Fine."

" I'm going to go apologize, alright man. I'll say I'm sorry and she'll just forget about it."

" Ok."

Tristan walked over to Rory's room, and knocked on the shut door. Nobody made a move to get the door.

" Rory? Look, can I talk to you please?"

No answer.

"Please?"

Lane opened the door, and she and Paris stepped out, and went back to the living room, ignoring Tristan on the way.

Tristan walked into the room and shut the door behind him. Rory was on the bed sitting Indian style. Tristan walked up to the bed slowly and said, " I know I was a jerk back there. I know this isn't what you expected or wanted, but I was just trying to get you to look on the bright side."

" And what bright side are you talking about Tristan? The fact that we are all stuck in this house tonight without heat or the fact that your stuck in a house with three girls to your disposal. I really don't see a bright side anywhere. And I really don't need you to be a jerk right now, because it just adds to the mountain of stress that's accumulating for me tonight."

" Can I sit down?"

"No."

" Please, I promise not to say anything sexual laced into the predicament that were in now."

Rory looked up at Tristan, she really didn't take notice before, but her father's clothes fit Tristan well. Very well. She removed her eyes from his form and down to her sheets.

" Fine."

Tristan sat down, and moved his body to look at Rory. He saw a rooster stuffed animal lying beside him. He picked it up with curiosity and observed its ratty state. She must have had this for a long time, thought Tristan. He looked to Rory with a quizzical face.

" Cournel Clucker. He has been, my stuffed animal comphort toy since I was two."

" I have something like this, but he's a gray rabbit, and I call him Mr. Jack."

" Why do you call him that?"

" When I was little, we had this chauffer, and his name was Jack Aylward. But he had me call him Mr. Jack. He spent most of his breaks with me, introducing me to the world of cars and motorcycles. By the time I was twelve I could take apart a motorcycle and put it back together by myself. But one night he was driving a friend of my parent's home because he was drunk. It was the middle of winter and I guess the ice roads got too hard to drive in. The next thing I knew, we had a new chauffer driving us around."

Tristan looked at Rory. She was listening intently.

" That was my stuffed animal story, do you gave one?"

" You know Tristan, I think I just figured something out. Wanna know what it is?"

" What?"

" Your not the bad ass you want every one to think you are. I think I can tolerate you a whole lot better when you're away from school."

" Is that a fact."? He said with a smirk.

" It might be, unless you prove me wrong."

" I really want to be your friend here Rory, why do you have so little faith in me?"

" Its not about having faith in you Tristan. It's about what side you let me see of you. And so far, I've seen a little of both. And I like one side better than the other. Its up to you to pick one side, and stick with it. Because I'm pretty sure your bipolar or something."

" Its not that easy Rory. You have no idea what my life is like, or the things I have to put up with."

" You're right, I don't know what your life is like. But in comparison to my life you have it easy. It may not seem like it, sure your parents are probably mind sucking, wealthy, socialites, but you're forgetting one thing here. I have experienced what that's like and I do know what it can be like. I'm sure your emotionally damaged by your parents neglect while they are touring half of Europe and your stuck in Hartford. I admit I have a great relationship with my mother, but you can always find ways to go around your parents."

" That's a load of shit." Tristan said while getting up from the bed and walking to the other side of the room.

" Really? How so?"

" You think you know everything, but you don't. You live here in your 'Pleasantville' town were everybody knows each other. And you live the perfect life, so don't pretend to know about my problems Rory, because you don't." He said. Tristan opened the door and slammed it shut behind him.

Rory sighed and lied back on her bed. Closing her eyes, and hugging Kournel Clucker to her chest, she thought ' how am I ever going to understand him?'

A/N: hey that was the third chapter. I hope you guys liked it. If you have any suggestions or ideas or anything, please tell me, I could probably use some. Please Review! : )