Authors Note: Okay so this is only my second fan fic. and it's my first
Gilmore Girls one so any feedback would be greatly appreciated!
Chapter 1 | Unfinished business
"Rory? Where have you been? I've been looking for you all morning" Paris ambushed Rory, who was on her way to her locker.
"Whoaa. . . Paris, chill out. It's only" Rory paused to look at her watch "8:15am"
"Only 8:15? Do you have any idea how long I have been waiting for you to get here? Half an hour Rory!" Paris exclaimed.
Rory rolled her eyes as she walked through the crowded hallway, tuning Paris out. Once she started, Rory laughed inwardly tugging at the bottom of her skirt, lets just say Paris had been known to talk for hours.
"Rory? Have you been listening to a word that I have said? . . . Rory?"
"What?" Rory looked up from where she was spinning the dial on her locker.
"Oh sorry" she smiled apologetically at Paris.
"You know I don't appreciated you zoning out like that, for your information I have something very important to tell you" Paris said urgently.
Rory turned around from her locker to face Paris with a sigh, "Yes Paris?" she asked impatiently.
"Well you wouldn't believe this right, you'd never guess"
"Never guess what?" Rory cut off an excited Paris.
"Guess who's back in town"
"And who would that be?"
"Well if it isn't Mary and her little friend" Rory heard a familiar voice from behind her.
"I tried to warn you" Paris said raising her eyebrows.
Rory turned around with a sense of dread; already knowing whom the voice belonged to.
"And to what do we owe this pleasure?" Rory asked sarcastically when sure enough she saw Tristan leaning with one arm against the locker beside her.
"Glad to see you're happy to have me back" Tristan smirked as Rory turned back to her locker.
"So what did you have to do to get daddy let you come back?" Rory asked with mock sweetness.
"Nothing actually, I did all the work" Tristan said, smiling. Rory forced herself to look away from him.
Tristan had changed in the six months since she'd last seen him. Not only had he grown older, but his shoulders had become broader, his hair slightly longer and more devilish, and while Rory would never have thought it was possible, he had seemed to lose a bit of the confidence he once had. Not much, but Rory could tell looking at him, listening to him speaking, he was slightly on edge, holding something back.
Rory grabbed her advanced Calculus textbook from her locker and slammed it shut as she heard the bell go off, signaling first period.
"Well it was nice seeing you again, Tristan, I guess I'll be seeing you around"
"I guess you will"
* * * * * * * * * *
"I heard he got caught in bed with one of the nurses so they threw him out" Rory heard a girl say from the toilet stall next to her.
"Really, because I heard it was like his boss or something" Rory groaned as she heard a burst of laughter.
Rory stood up and flushed the toilet. It was only lunchtime and the news of Tristan's return had spread like wildflowers. Picking up her bag she unlocked the door and squeezed her way through the crowed bathroom so that she could wash her hands.
"I wouldn't mind being caught in bed with him anytime" Another girl, a ninth grader squealed, then blushed deep red when she realised that everyone had heard.
The girl's friend rolled her eyes and continued applying a thick layer of black eyeliner.
"What is wrong with everyone?' Rory thought to herself with a sigh as she washed her hands. "Don't they realize that Tristan is trouble" Rory turned off the tap and wiped her hands on her skirt.
[[ FLASH BACK ]]
"This really isn't a good idea Tristan" Rory spoke softly, trying to tear her gaze away from Tristan's mesmerizing eyes.
Tristan took yet another step closer to her, cupping her face gently in his hands,
"Why Rory? Because it seems like a great idea to me" he whispered leaning his face in closer towards hers.
Rory couldn't help it, she knew she shouldn't but as Tristan's lips brushed hers she let out a soft sigh. Instead of pushing him away she allowed him to deepen the kiss as he slipped his hands around her waist and drew her closer
[[ END FLASH BACK]]
Rory shook the familiar scene out of her head a walk out the door, not wanting to think of what had happened next. 'That guy is the meaning of trouble' she thought, trying to forget the image of him leaning against the locker earlier that morning, so what if he looked better than ever, Rory groaned with frustration. 'So what?"
* * * * * * * * * *
"What do you mean his back?" Dean almost screamed down the phone line when Rory told him about Tristan returning. She hadn't been looking forward to telling him back she had to, it was better than lying to him about it, she'd done enough of that already.
"He was back in school today" Rory said, in what she hoped was a calm voice. Rory sat on the edge of her bed, her door closed.
"What just like that?" Dean yelled.
"Calm down Dean" Rory said with a sigh, why did he always have to get so worked up.
"Me calm down, the last time I saw this guy he was kissing you, and you want me to calm down?" He continued to yell.
'Okay so he has a reason to get worked up' Rory thought, fidgeting with her hands.
"Dean I love you, I thought we had been through this-" Rory started but dean cut her off.
"I know, I know" he spoke a bit more calmly now, "It's just, I saw the way he looked at you, the way you looked at him, if he hadn't had been sent away-"
"Dean" Rory said with a sigh standing up from her bed. "Yeah"
"I told you already, I don't care how Tristan feels about me okay, because I don't love him I love you, it was a kiss that's all okay, I thought we'd moved on?"
"I'm sorry Rory," came Dean's quiet answer down the line. "It's just hard knowing his back that's all, and I know you love me okay, I just need some time to think this over"
"What do you mean?" Rory asked confused.
"Don't worry" Dean rushed, "This has nothing to do with you, I just need some time to get my head around the fact that Tristan is actually back, but I'll still see you Thursday okay"
"Okay" Rory said softly as Dean hung up the phone.
* * * * * * * * * *
Rory was on her way to her first class when someone cut in front of her, forcing her to stop in the middle of the crowded hallway.
"Long time no see," Tristan said, with that annoyingly gorgeous smirk on his face.
"Not as long a I hoped" Rory shot back dryly, stepping around him.
"Whoa. chill Rory" Tristan said, blocking her off with his arm.
"Oh so you do remember my name"
"You think I'd forget the name of someone as beautiful as you?" Tristan said, smiling when he saw Rory blush.
Rory looked at the ground, knowing that she had gone bright red.
"So what are you doing here anyway?" she asked casually, or so she hoped.
"Didn't you hear?" Tristan asked, "I got kicked out"
Rory looked up at him to see if he was joking, but from the serious look on his face she could tell he wasn't.
"I had heard but I didn't think you'd be that stupid" Rory spoke.
"I had to get back here somehow didn't I?" Tristan said, that smirk back on his face.
"After all, I had some unfinished business, as you would remember"
Chapter 1 | Unfinished business
"Rory? Where have you been? I've been looking for you all morning" Paris ambushed Rory, who was on her way to her locker.
"Whoaa. . . Paris, chill out. It's only" Rory paused to look at her watch "8:15am"
"Only 8:15? Do you have any idea how long I have been waiting for you to get here? Half an hour Rory!" Paris exclaimed.
Rory rolled her eyes as she walked through the crowded hallway, tuning Paris out. Once she started, Rory laughed inwardly tugging at the bottom of her skirt, lets just say Paris had been known to talk for hours.
"Rory? Have you been listening to a word that I have said? . . . Rory?"
"What?" Rory looked up from where she was spinning the dial on her locker.
"Oh sorry" she smiled apologetically at Paris.
"You know I don't appreciated you zoning out like that, for your information I have something very important to tell you" Paris said urgently.
Rory turned around from her locker to face Paris with a sigh, "Yes Paris?" she asked impatiently.
"Well you wouldn't believe this right, you'd never guess"
"Never guess what?" Rory cut off an excited Paris.
"Guess who's back in town"
"And who would that be?"
"Well if it isn't Mary and her little friend" Rory heard a familiar voice from behind her.
"I tried to warn you" Paris said raising her eyebrows.
Rory turned around with a sense of dread; already knowing whom the voice belonged to.
"And to what do we owe this pleasure?" Rory asked sarcastically when sure enough she saw Tristan leaning with one arm against the locker beside her.
"Glad to see you're happy to have me back" Tristan smirked as Rory turned back to her locker.
"So what did you have to do to get daddy let you come back?" Rory asked with mock sweetness.
"Nothing actually, I did all the work" Tristan said, smiling. Rory forced herself to look away from him.
Tristan had changed in the six months since she'd last seen him. Not only had he grown older, but his shoulders had become broader, his hair slightly longer and more devilish, and while Rory would never have thought it was possible, he had seemed to lose a bit of the confidence he once had. Not much, but Rory could tell looking at him, listening to him speaking, he was slightly on edge, holding something back.
Rory grabbed her advanced Calculus textbook from her locker and slammed it shut as she heard the bell go off, signaling first period.
"Well it was nice seeing you again, Tristan, I guess I'll be seeing you around"
"I guess you will"
* * * * * * * * * *
"I heard he got caught in bed with one of the nurses so they threw him out" Rory heard a girl say from the toilet stall next to her.
"Really, because I heard it was like his boss or something" Rory groaned as she heard a burst of laughter.
Rory stood up and flushed the toilet. It was only lunchtime and the news of Tristan's return had spread like wildflowers. Picking up her bag she unlocked the door and squeezed her way through the crowed bathroom so that she could wash her hands.
"I wouldn't mind being caught in bed with him anytime" Another girl, a ninth grader squealed, then blushed deep red when she realised that everyone had heard.
The girl's friend rolled her eyes and continued applying a thick layer of black eyeliner.
"What is wrong with everyone?' Rory thought to herself with a sigh as she washed her hands. "Don't they realize that Tristan is trouble" Rory turned off the tap and wiped her hands on her skirt.
[[ FLASH BACK ]]
"This really isn't a good idea Tristan" Rory spoke softly, trying to tear her gaze away from Tristan's mesmerizing eyes.
Tristan took yet another step closer to her, cupping her face gently in his hands,
"Why Rory? Because it seems like a great idea to me" he whispered leaning his face in closer towards hers.
Rory couldn't help it, she knew she shouldn't but as Tristan's lips brushed hers she let out a soft sigh. Instead of pushing him away she allowed him to deepen the kiss as he slipped his hands around her waist and drew her closer
[[ END FLASH BACK]]
Rory shook the familiar scene out of her head a walk out the door, not wanting to think of what had happened next. 'That guy is the meaning of trouble' she thought, trying to forget the image of him leaning against the locker earlier that morning, so what if he looked better than ever, Rory groaned with frustration. 'So what?"
* * * * * * * * * *
"What do you mean his back?" Dean almost screamed down the phone line when Rory told him about Tristan returning. She hadn't been looking forward to telling him back she had to, it was better than lying to him about it, she'd done enough of that already.
"He was back in school today" Rory said, in what she hoped was a calm voice. Rory sat on the edge of her bed, her door closed.
"What just like that?" Dean yelled.
"Calm down Dean" Rory said with a sigh, why did he always have to get so worked up.
"Me calm down, the last time I saw this guy he was kissing you, and you want me to calm down?" He continued to yell.
'Okay so he has a reason to get worked up' Rory thought, fidgeting with her hands.
"Dean I love you, I thought we had been through this-" Rory started but dean cut her off.
"I know, I know" he spoke a bit more calmly now, "It's just, I saw the way he looked at you, the way you looked at him, if he hadn't had been sent away-"
"Dean" Rory said with a sigh standing up from her bed. "Yeah"
"I told you already, I don't care how Tristan feels about me okay, because I don't love him I love you, it was a kiss that's all okay, I thought we'd moved on?"
"I'm sorry Rory," came Dean's quiet answer down the line. "It's just hard knowing his back that's all, and I know you love me okay, I just need some time to think this over"
"What do you mean?" Rory asked confused.
"Don't worry" Dean rushed, "This has nothing to do with you, I just need some time to get my head around the fact that Tristan is actually back, but I'll still see you Thursday okay"
"Okay" Rory said softly as Dean hung up the phone.
* * * * * * * * * *
Rory was on her way to her first class when someone cut in front of her, forcing her to stop in the middle of the crowded hallway.
"Long time no see," Tristan said, with that annoyingly gorgeous smirk on his face.
"Not as long a I hoped" Rory shot back dryly, stepping around him.
"Whoa. chill Rory" Tristan said, blocking her off with his arm.
"Oh so you do remember my name"
"You think I'd forget the name of someone as beautiful as you?" Tristan said, smiling when he saw Rory blush.
Rory looked at the ground, knowing that she had gone bright red.
"So what are you doing here anyway?" she asked casually, or so she hoped.
"Didn't you hear?" Tristan asked, "I got kicked out"
Rory looked up at him to see if he was joking, but from the serious look on his face she could tell he wasn't.
"I had heard but I didn't think you'd be that stupid" Rory spoke.
"I had to get back here somehow didn't I?" Tristan said, that smirk back on his face.
"After all, I had some unfinished business, as you would remember"