When Slumber Parties Go Coed

Disclaimer: We all know I don't own Gilmore girls, or else things would be running a little differently.

Summary: What happens when Jess and an old friend decide to crash the Gilmore Girls' party? The adventure just begins!

A/N: I know it feels like this slumber party is lasting like a week, but I trust you it ends, but the goodness just begins! Thank you for the reviews, as always they are more than greatly appreciated. Just keep'm cummin! Well, here's the next chapter. Please tell me if this story sucks, cuz i'm not so sure of it anymore! Reviews would be good right about now! Oh! And as you can see it is an AU story.

Chapter 7: Wake Me Up Inside

" Grab my hand!" Tristan yelled. Reaching out his hand to try and grab Rory's.

" I can't reach!" She cried. Her left hand clung tightly to the balcony's ledge, while she

out stretched her right arm above her body, trying to grasp Tristan's helping hand.

"Yes! Yes you can!" He screamed pleadingly. " Just stretch a little farther!" He called, leaning over the railing even more, half his body already balancing on the steel bar.

" Your too far away!" Rory yelped, her legs dangling, moving wildly in the air. Her hair whipping her in the face, from the high altitude of the harsh winds. She made the greatest mistake of looking beneath her. She could barely make out the people on the sidewalk, let alone the passing cars.

" I'm right here!" " I'm not gonna let you fall!" He said frantically. His breathe making little clouds of fog as he spoke.

" Tristan." She breathed. Her tremerous eyes looking up at him, as he tried to rescue her. Her vision became blurry, and the image of Tristan became distorted. Having a tear drop from the outer corner of her eye, she felt it slide down her cold, pale skin, making its way towards hr mouth, Rory could taste the saltiness of her fear dissolve on her tongue. She hadn't realized she had begun to cry.

" Rory! Listen to me!"

Rory looked into his petrified cerulean blue eyes. They held fear. Fear for her, and her safety. And than he spoke. " I need you to wake up!"

A wave of confusion passed over her, as she looked at him for further explanation.

He repeated himself, "Rory wake up, it's just a dream!"

She felt her fingers on her left hand loosen, and her hand unclasp from the death grip she had on the stone ledge of the balcony. Falling backwards, she could see Tristan, crying after her saying " It's just a dream!" She closed her eyes, preparing herself for the impact of the cement sidewalk, but it never came. She opened her eyes once more expecting to see the darkness of the night, and the large windows of a building passing her by as she fell, but she only found a pair of baby blues looking back at her. Watching her contently, apparently.

" Sleep well mare?"

Rory looked at him in his wife beater and sweats, and wondered why on God's green earth Tristan DuGrey was in her house, watching her sleep. But than all the memories and events of the night before came rushing back to her like a gust of wind. She remembered the flood, and the guys crashing the party, and the friendship that they had agreed upon, and of course the thrilling pillow fight war that they had all participated in at the end of the night. She reached her hands up to her eyes to rub away the sleep, but found that they were moist.

" You were crying." Tristan said.

Rory put her hands down from examining them, and looked up at Tristan. "How long were you watching me sleep?" She asked curiously as to why Tristan DuGrey would watch her sleep for any reason.

Tristan wasn't about to tell her he was watching her sleep because she looked even more beautiful asleep than she looked awake, even at eight in the morning. But he was seriously reconcidering that choice, when she opened up her eyes to the sound of his voice, trying to wake her from the bad dream she seemed to be having. So instead he chose to pull out the Polaroid camera he had snuck behind his back when she woke, which he had taken a picture of her sleeping with. " Just capturing the moment." He said waving the camera in front of her, and taking the picture and showing it to her. " I must say, you're not the most photogenic in the morning." A teasing smirk forming on his lips.

The picture wasn't that bad, her mouth was partly opened and her left arm was draped over her left eye, while her hair sprouted out in all directions on her pillow. Rory suddenly became more awake as she saw her unmistakingly horrid picture. Was she actually drooling in that picture!? She snapped up from her sleeping position and took a closer look of the uncandid photo.

" I especially like the drool thing you got goin on there. Very Rory- like." He added.

" Tristan, give me the picture." She said giving him an evil glare. She reached out to grab it from his hand, but he pulled it out of the way.

" No." He simply stated. " It's a souvenier from my stay at the Gilmore B&B."

" What are you talking about? Were not feeding you."

" Oh you see, we've already taken liberty of making breakfast using your very unused appliances." He said.

" You did?" She asked questioningly. Wondering what they could have had to eat besides 'Rollos' and ' Poptarts'. " What did you eat? We only have stale candy, and old poptarts. Unless you count the crumbs we left from last night."

" Well we scrounged up some stuff, and whipped it to together, to make it the most hideously looking breakfast you have ever seen. But it doesn't taste that bad. Kinda stale though." He said standing up and lending her his hand to use to pull her up.

She looked at his hand oddly before taking it. He let out a soft chuckle.

" What?"

" Your." He let out a small laugh. " Your hair looks like you took a trip down to Chicago."

Her eyes look upwards trying to see what he's talking about.

" Here." He reached out and patted down her hair, and gently stuck a stray piece that was in her eyes, behind her ear.

" Thanks." 'Oh, this is akward she thought. Just say something Rory. Anything. Do something.' " Hey, it's not like your hair is up for 2003's best hair award. But you would probably win for best bed head." She said while tugging on his blonde locks that were springing, wildly in every possible direction. He shyly smiled in return. 'Wow. Tristan actually knows what its like to be shy. Now that's something I thought I'd never see. Hmmm.

She unconsciously stepped closer to him, and put both of her arms around his neck. His heartbeat increased with every move she made, and he was finding it hard to breathe. His chest rising and falling in a rapid pattern.

" Mar.." He said rather breathlessly. " What are you doi-"

" Shhh. Don't speak. Just close your eyes." She whispered playfully. He did what she asked, and waited impatiently to see what she would do. Her right arm slid down his shoulder, as she stepped even closer to his restless chest. Her left hand gently played with the hair at the nape of his neck, as her right hand slid further down his arm she leaned in closer to his ear. She whispered. " I want you to know.that you are.. so easy to toy with." And she snapped the picture out of his loosened grip, and made a run for the kitchen.

His eyes snapped open with surprise and unbelievment. ' She just messed with me. Rory Gilmore just played with my head. It felt so good. Now for a little payback.' He made a sharp turn and ran after her. " Come back here Gilmore!" He yelled, smiling wildly. He could here her laughter ring in the kitchen as she ran behind her kitchen table. " You think that's gonna stop me?" He said leaning over the table slightly for an intimidating look.

She challenged him with her ' Just try me' look.

That was all it took for him to sprint from his side of the table to hers. She rushed past the bathroom in the hallway towards the living room.

" Rory?" Asked a bewildered Lane as she stepped out of the bathroom only to be passed by a blur of blonde and brown hair. Lane took a double take, and followed them out to the living room. The scene before her was more amusing than seeing professionals give disasterous makeovers to fashion victims on 'E!'. Rory was on one side of the couch with a pillow for a shield, while Tristan was on the other side, contemplating to jump over the coach and pounce on her. ' I wish I had a video camera.' Lane thought.

" What are they doing?" Jess asked as he came downstairs, changed in his now dry clothes, from the previous night.

" I think they're playing cat and mouse." Lane said to him.

Jess took a look at the comical scene and said " Who's the cat and who's the mouse?"

" I think they're taking turns." She replied amusedly.

" Well, better lay out some cheese." Jess said before turning back to the kitchen.

Tristan decidedly jumped over the couch, and dove for Rory's legs. He picked her up and slumped her over his shoulder, ducking his head to avoid Rory's blows that was hitting him on the head with her pillow.

" Well isn't this incredibly barbaric, and not to mention very cave man like of you." Rory said trying to get down from Tristan's hold.

" Hey! You're lucky. In the old days men would just drag the women by their hair, to there cave. I think we've improved a lot since than." He replied smugly.

" Here, why don't you give me your club so that I can knock the air out of your head for you."

" No need to get physical. I'm only saying that all of man kind is not what it used to be." He said, jumping a bit to readjust her on his shoulder.

" Ok, listen Bam-Bam. You put me down, and I'll agree that all man kind has slightly improved."

" How bout.I'll keep you on my shoulder, until you give me my picture back."

" That is not your picture. It's a picture of me sleeping. And since it is a picture of me, I think it rightfully belongs to me because... It was taken without my knowledge."

" That makes no sense."

" Yes, you see it makes perfect sense to me because it is Gilmore logic. And since you are not a Gilmore, and are not familiar with the Gilmore clan, you wouldn't understand our logic now would you."

" Is that an invitation?"

" It was a rhetorical question. And besides I never said you needed an invitation to get to know me Tristan. You just used the wrong route, because you thought I was up for being your next make out buddy."

" So I guess that means I'm going to have to get to know you than huh? Spend a little time with the fam, and get in good with the daughter."

" That wouldn't work concidering you're already in deep shit with the daughter!" She replied.

" Since when does Mary, have a potty mouth?" He added with a chuckle.

" Well excuse my French." She said sarcastically.

" You know in some cultures this would be considered a mating ritual." A voice interrupted.

" Lane!"

Rory looked to the hallway to see Lane standing there, very amused.

" Well it is!" She answered deffensivley. Making her best friend blush was classic. Especially in front of, or should I say on top of, a male model shoe- in.

" Hey where's Paris?" Rory asked, trying to distract the attention away from her current position.

" Oh, she left early in the morning, when the rain cleared up. She had to help her nanny get ready for the party or something like that. I don't know. I was half asleep when she told me."

" Oh."

" Ashame the ole girl couldn't stay. Hey, maybe next time!"

" Tristan, this was a one- time thing for you. If it hadn't been raining, I would have told you to 'hit the road' but since you came bearing coffee goodness, well that's a different story."

" We were good! We did nothing that would have provoked the three of you to murder us in our sleep last night." Tristan stated.

" Yeah, maybe you were, but that doesn't make us want to kill you any less."

" Be nice." He teasingly warned.

" Can you put me down now?"

" Nah. I'm not ready yet."

" Tristan you're asking for a kick in the-"

" Hey Tom ad Jerry! Your breakfast is getting cold." Jess called from the kitchen.

Rory, Tristan, and Lane turned to Jess's voice.

" Now I'll put you down."

" Finally."

" On one condition."

" Oh God." She murmured, rolling her eyes.

" What was that?" Tristan asked.

" Nothing. What can I do for you Tristan?" She said plastering a fake smile on her face.

" Spank me."

" What!!!!" She yelled.

" Just kidding." He heard her murmur a few words, something like spawn of Satan, and that there should be laws against holding someone over their shoulders for long periods of time. " I want a picture of this, and I want the picture in your hand."

" Hmph. How about.I don't give you any pictures, and I get you to put me down with out any conditions."

" Yeah? And how would you do that?"

" Like this." Rory lifted one of her legs which were situated on Tristan's chest, and delivered him a nice hard kick to the chest. The impact caused him to double over, and Rory climbed out of his arms. Tristan hugged his now probably bruise, and looked up at Rory who was now standing next to Lane, with the Polaroid camera.

" Say cheesy for the camera." Rory said as she took a picture of him doubled over, and slightly red in the face.

" Slick." He said standing up straight. " But not that slick." He said taking the picture of Rory sleeping from his pocket.

" How'd you get that?" She said. Surprise evident in her voice. " It was in my pocket."

" I know." He smirked. " I took it out of your pocket."

" But.how..how'd you.ah never mind. I don't wanna know."

" Lots of practice." He smiled smugly.

" That's exactly why I didn't want to know." She said and turned for the kitchen.

" Mornin Jesse." Rory said in a singsong voice as she looked at the food on the table. " So this is what you guys whipped up?" She looked at the pop tarts that had been placed on plates, and at the candy that had been placed in a bowel. A jar of peanut butter stood next to a pile of stacked toast, which looked like it had been slightly burnt. And some 'Triscuit' crackers had been set next to a bag of 'Oreos'. " Not bad. Better than what I could have done, and that's nothing."

" One, I know you can't cook for your life, and we didn't know if the flood had cleared to go to Luke's so we settled on finding some scraps. Two, never call me 'Jesse' again, or I'll make sure you never get your hands on another cup of coffee for the rest of your life." He came to stand by her at the table. " Oh yeah. Morning." He smiled before turning back to the kitchen counter.

" Duly noted on the 'Jesse' thing. But I think your forgetting something in this picture."

" There's some maple syrup behind the cracker box if you wanna try putting that on your toast. But I don't think that would taste so good." Jess said, avoiding her question.

" I second that." Tristan said as he entered the kitchen, Lane in tow.

" I don't care what you guys have, it's better than tofu muffins, and apricot juice." Lane said digging into the candy bowl.

" Anything's better than tofu muffins." Rory said picking up the cracker box. " Oh and before the distractions, don't you think your missing something here Jess? Something hot, and brown, and full of caffeine."

" Tea?"

" Not even close."

" It's herbal."

" I want grounded coffee beans."

" It has Camomile. I think that's supposed to calm you down."

" I want Folgers. I think that's supposed to make you spaz out."

" It's bad for you."

" It keeps me alive." Rory said becoming frustrated.

" Fine. Rot your insides." Jess said handing her a cup of coffee.

" Thank you. At least I'll die happy." She said taking a long sip of her caffinated beverage.

" Your becoming more like Luke everyday." Lane said from her mouthful of Oreos.

" Watch. Soon he'll be wearing plaid, flannel, shirts." Rory said.

" With a backwards baseball cap."

" And a pencil behind his ear."

" Not to mention the unshaved face."

" Tell me Jess, do you like Star Wars?" Rory said giggling.

" Alright you two in the living room!" Jess yelled.

" But it's so much more fun in here." Rory whined with a pout on her face, as she and Lane went into the living room.

" Are they always like that?" Tristan asked. Making a cup of coffee for himself.

" Sometimes. But maybe they're just in a good mood." Jess said, putting some peanut butter on his toast.

" They are a handful." Tristan said pouring some sugar in his coffee.

" You think that's a handful? Wait till you put Rory and Lorelai in the same room." He scoffed.

" Twin terrors?"

" Nobody's safe."

" Can't wait to see that."

" I'd re-think my words if I were you. I'm pretty sure they're the ones who knocked over the convienient store a few months back."

" So they're a regular Thelma and Louise. Is that what your saying?"

" That and so much more. And watch out for Lorelai, she'll tear your head off if you cross her or Rory. Especially Rory. So you better stay away man."

Tristan was being sucked into Jess's description of Rory and her relationship with her mom that he didn't notice a woman standing behind Jess at the back door. He knew it was Rory's mom, partly because she entered through the back door, and it was locked the night before so she must have had a key. And mostly because she reminded him entirely of Rory. The blue eyes, dark hair, very tall, and of course beautiful.

Jess didn't notice Tristan looking over his shoulder, and when he did, and turned around to see what he was looking at, he instantly wished he wasn't there. " Hey Lorelai."

" Jess." She said back.

( Before Lorelai walked in the door)

Lorelai drove up to her driveway only to be blocked in her usual spot by a silver SUV. ' Who in the world would be here this early in the morning?' She thought as she parked next to the massive vehicle, and walked through the back yard to the back door. She heard some talking inside that did not sound like Rory, Lane, or Paris's voice. ' Unless they have manly voices in the morning.' She took out her key she had on her furry pink key chain, and unlocked the door slowly, so that she could see who it was in case they were robbers or something and made a run for it. ' Paranoid, I know.' She peeped her head in only to see two young guys in front of her coffee maker. One was tall, and blonde, and ' could so totally be in a boy band.' The other one was short and had dark unruly hair, but she couldn't see his face because his back was facing her. The Blonde looked up and saw her as she widened the door so she was stepping into the kitchen. ' Why does this kid look familiar?' She thought. ' And why is he drinking my coffee.' She narrowed her eyebrows together, and looked at him suspiciously. ' Where's Rory? Does she know theses guys are here? Of course she knows they are here, she wouldn't get up and have no coffee, and this pot is freshly brewed. The brunette turned around to face her, and she discovered that it was Jess. ' Why are Jess and this totally cute blonde guy in my house?' " Jess."

" Hey Lorelai." He said sheepishly.

" Mom?" Rory said as she entered the kitchen. " I thought I heard you." She said as she went pass Tristan and Jess to go hug her.

" Hey sweetie." Lorelai said as she wrapped her arms around Rory in a great big bear hug. " Are you okay, were you guys alright during the storm? I tried to call you but the operator kept saying ' I'm sorry but the number you have tried to reach is currently out of order, please hang up and try again.' She mimicked in the operator's tone. " Geesh. Where do they find the voices for that thing, they could probably say it with more 'Umph' at least."

" I'm fine, were ok. Paris left early to help set up for a party."

" Good. Your alright, I was so worried. But it seems that everything is ok here." She said while looking up at the blonde and Jess.

" Oh yeah, who's he?" She said pointing to Tristan.

" Um..that's Tristan. He goes to Chilton."

" Tristan DuGrey ma'm." Tristan said walking over to Lorelai, and lifting up his hand to shake hers. " It's nice to meet you, I've heard a lot about you."

Lorelai shook his hand and noticed his strong grip. ' So he's a prep boy huh?' " Nice to meet you Tristan. But if you ever want to come in my house again, you'll have to lose the 'ma'm' bit and call me by my given name, Lorelai. I was thinking about changing it to Shelly, or Bambi, or something along the lines of that."

" I'll do that." He said with a nod of his head, and a brilliant smile.

Jess rolled his eyes at the way Tristan turned into 'parent approved' mode. The way his parents had brought him up to be around company and relatives, polite, and charming. He was so used to seeing Tristan's act that he stopped asking him why he did a long time ago. Jess had met Tristan's parents before. They seemed ok on the outside but he knew what they were really like on the inside. Tristan's parents put up an act just like everybody else, except that they had done it some much that they let it take over them. And now they couldn't decide who they were, so they just stuck with being the arrogant, presumptuous, snobs that they were thought to be. And Tristan dealt with that everyday. For him it was good that his parents went away all the time, because than he could be himself without having to worry about his parents finding out about his 'bad behavior.'

Tristan's father, James DuGrey, owned a small business that escalated into an empire. He knew people in Japan, and had connections in Russia. He did business with France, and bought property in five different countries. His mother Grace DuGrey was a different story. She's a free spirit, or was a free spirit before she married Tristan's father. She was a hippie in her day, and traveled in a van to all different states, and passing her word of peace. She met James at a protest against people who wanted to use real fur for coats. And she fell for him in an instant. They got married a week later, and had Tristan a year later. It was a rushed marriage and James, and Grace barely knew each other. But for that instant they felt that spark that united them. Later on they decided that they were all wrong for each other but couldn't do anything about it because it would cost too much for a divorce, and thought it would be bad for Tristan's upbringing. So they stayed together, and on their trips to other countries they would see other people, and have no regrets. It was an arrangement they had, and kept for seventeen years. But James was still a good guy at heart who had fallen for the flower child. Who still kept his interest, even though they didn't seriously love each other anymore. And that was the story with his parents who only Jess, and Jack knew about. But Jess had a feeling that Tristan would let another person in, he just didn't know when Tristan was ready.

" So what did you guys do the whole night?" Lorelai said making herself a cup of coffee.

Rory, Tristan, Lane,( who had walked in the kitchen following Rory )and Jess looked at each other, and shared an equal expression.

" Oh ya know." Lane said.

" Nuthin much." Jess said after.

" Just hung out." Tristan said.

" And talked about stuff." Rory said last.

A/N: I know it was a crummy chapter but I think it was one of my longest. Hope you guys liked it, and I hope to receive MUCHO reviews. If you have any ideas, suggestions, questions, I'm all ears. I hope you guys are having a great summer. Sorry I haven't updated in awhile. I work at my family's business, and I'm doing some school work( readin and stuff). So please, please, please, review. It's not askin much, just tell me what ya think. Oh, I'll explain about the dream in the next chapter, I know it's kinda confusing in a way. Later Days, Bean : )