Chapter 4

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"You seemed like you had fun tonight," Lane said as they were walking back to Rory's dorm.

"Well, the coffee was good, and so was the music," Rory responded.

"What about your company?" Lane asked innocently.

"What about him?"

"Nothing, you just seemed to be getting along pretty well," Lane answered.

"Well he has changed. I mean, he still calls me Mary and has an enormous ego, but he's also really nice," Rory said.

"Not to mention HOT," Lane filled in.

Rory rolled her eyes.

"Oh come on, Rory! At least admit he's hot," Lane said.

"He's not bad," Rory said, blushing slightly.

"Ah ha!" Lane squealed, "You think he's hot!"

"I said he's not bad," Rory reiterated.

"Not bad at all!"

"Poor Dave. It will break his heart when you run off with Tristan," Rory teased.

"No, that'll be your job," Lane quipped.

"Whatever."

"She doesn't deny!"

Rory glared at Lane and started walking faster.

"Rory!" Lane whined, "Wait for me!"




The next day, Rory and Paris, her roommate, were feverishly studying their notes. Lane was, as usual, blabbing on the phone to Dave.

The shrilling ringing of the phone startled Rory.

"Paris," Rory said, "Get the phone, your closest."

Paris didn't respond instantly.

"Paris!"

"What?"

"The phone?"

"Oh, I didn't hear it ring." She said, picking up the phone.

"Hello?"

There was a pause on Tristan's end. Why did that voice sound so familiar?

"Hello?" Paris tried again. She had no patience for prank calls, so as she was about to hang up, finally, she got a response.

"Hi. May I please speak to Rory?" He asked politely.

Paris recognized the voice, "Tristan?" Rory's head snapped up at the mention of Tristan. Ooops, she forgot to tell Paris! Hopefully, since they were all mature adults, Paris wouldn't be upset.

Now he remembered, "Yes. Paris?"

"Yes! Wow, how are you?"

Tristan was stunned, "I'm great, how are you?"

"I'm good too."

"That's great."

The caught up for a few minutes before Tristan finally got to the point of his call.

"Paris, I'm kind of in a hurry, can I please talk to Rory?"

Paris' face fell; she was enjoying conversing with him. And as much as she hated to admit it, she still had a teensy weensy crush on him. But come on, who doesn't? Oh yeah, Rory Gilmore.

"Sure, Tristan. Hold on."

He breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn't mad, or didn't seem like it anyway.

"Hello?" Rory asked.

He smiled at how angelic she sounded on the phone. "Hey, Mary."

"You called," she stated dully.

"I told you I would."

"And you did."

Tristan laughed, "So what's up?"

"Studying. What about you?"

"Nothing, just strumming around."

"Working on your next masterpiece?" she teased.

"As always," he responded. "What are you doing tonight?"

"Going to find some out of control rave and then, if I'm up to it, maybe go to a frat party."

"Sounds like fun, can I join you?" Tristan asked, playing along.

"If you think you can keep up," Rory quipped.

"Well, as fun as that sounds, I think I would have to pass. My band has a gig tonight, which was actually why I called."

"Oh really?" Rory asked, impressed, "Where at?"

"The Quest." (A/N: The Quest is actually a club by my house! I'm sure you all were curious… lol)

"That's awesome, Tristan," Rory said cheerfully.

"Would you like to come?" Tristan blurted.

"I don't know, I have a lot of studying to do… I don't want to get behind."

"Come on, Mary. Live a little," Tristan teased, "Bring Lane. Or Paris even."

"Fine," Rory said.

"Wow, Rory Gilmore has lost her stubbornness" Tristan said. Rory huffed in exasperation on the other line, "I'll pick you up at 8:00."

"How do you know where I live?"

"Oh, I have my ways," Tristan said coyly. "Just kidding. I need directions."

Rory told him the directions and hung up.

"Paris, Lane! We are going out tonight!" Rory said.

There was a grumble from Paris and a squeal from Lane.