Authors Note: this is my first attempt at G.g. fan fiction, and sometimes, it's hard to come up with new ideas, but I'm trying my best. – I used to write Hanson fiction, so this isn't my first attempt at fan fiction all together. So yeah…just wanted to get that noted. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: if I owned them, don't you think my ideas would be on the show?
Dare I look her way? I know she knows I'm here. I saw her glance my way and then quickly back down at her book. Oh, how I've longed to see those sparkling blue eyes of hers for so long; see her chocolate brown hair cascade down her back like a water fall. And there she is. Should I go up to her and speak? Maybe she doesn't want anything to do with me.
"Tristan?"
I found myself looking up into the eyes of Rory Gilmore, or as I like to call her, "Mary." I grinned.
"What are you doing here?" I couldn't help but notice the tiny grin playing on her lips.
"Am I not allowed to enjoy a nice day outside of Chilton?" The smirk stamped on my face.
"You're just…it's…" She stumbled for words and all of a sudden her arms were thrown around me. "You're back." A smile creeped onto my face and I placed my hands on the small of her back.
"So I take it you missed me, Mary?"
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I awoke with a start. Why, after all of this time, was she haunting my dreams again? I was over her; over having dreams of one day walking into her life again and her being happy to see me. At least it wasn't the dream where she pulled a gun on me. Imagine that; Me, Tristan DuGrey, taking a stroll across Chilton Academy, passing Rory Gilmore and her pulling out a gun and shooting me. I really don't know the meaning behind it, but yes, those dreams have come and gone.
Actually, all dreams involving Loralei Leigh Gilmore had come and gone… until now that is...
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