Pissed - whoops, my bad. Apologize to your mom for me. Oh, and for future reference: know*, could*, it's*, guidance*, what*, meant*, any*. There you go; legible flames are so much more fun to read. =)
Everyone who asked - Yeah, it's AU.
ExoticEnigma - Don't know the name of Hillarie's character, sorry. And watching 'one tree hill' 'cause of Chad is a kick ass reason! And answering your other questions: 1) I titled it The Green Pencil for no particular reason. I just have a really nice colored green pencil lying on my desk and I was all out of spiffy title ideas. 2) Yeah, let's hope it is. 3) If I can work 'Mary' into it, he'll call her that. I'm sure I can think of plenty of ways for Tristan to annoy Rory. 4) He already is my personal sex slave. It rocks dude.
Everyone who reviewed - Thanks heaps, youse guys are excellent =D
Disclaimer: Anyone offering?
Thanks Butterbabe. I owe you.
Chapter 2
They stood in silence. Extremely awkward silence while each tried to think up of something to say; something witty, or smart, or impressive...or at the very least something not lame.
After several seconds, Tristan finally came up with the perfect line.
"Um...thanks for taking me up to my room." *smooth*
"Yeah...no problem."
They shared a brief awkward smile, before looking back at their respective feet.
The elevator dinged, signaling their floor.
Tristan followed her - Rory, he learned her name was - down the hall, coming to a stop in front of a door at the far end.
"Okay, well here's your room and um...you've got the key, which you put in the keyhole and um...turn, which you would of course know because you've probably opened hundreds of doors and even if you haven't it isn't exactly rocket science. In fact it isn't any kind of science. It's not really any kind of anything. Just door opening...and I'll shut up now," she took a deep breath, well aware that her cheeks were turning the color of her red nail polish. Why had she let her mom paint them red?
Tristan laughed out loud for the first time in...well, a long time. He had only met her about 15 minutes ago, yet he already knew that she tended to ramble far more then any person he ever knew.
"Sorry," she went back to observing the carpet, "I'll just go now and leave you to do...whatever. Um...lunch is going to be served soon downstairs. You really shouldn't miss it. Sookie is a heck of a chef."
With that, she turned and quickly walked back toward the elevator. He watched her go and smiled to himself, turning back to the door and opening it.
"There's something odd about that boy," Lorelai stated as Rory sat next to her.
"Hi mom."
"Hey Sweets. There's something odd about that boy."
Rory looked around, confused, "what boy?"
"Mr. I-don't-have-a-credit-card-or-ID-on-me-but-I-really-need-a-place-to-stay."
"I thought he said his last name was Michaels."
"What a load of...baloney. He's hiding something. Something dangerous."
"And you sent me, your only daughter, to escort him to his room?" Rory asked, feigning hurt.
"You're fine aren't you? We have some snooping to do. Here's the plan: you get him down here for dinner, seduce him, take him to a room and drug him. I'll go to his room and snoop," she finished with a nod of her head, finalizing the plan.
"Why do I have to distract him? I'm always the distraction. You should distract him. I'm so much better at the stealth stuff. You draw way to much attention to yourself. Besides, if you think he's dangerous why'd you let him in?"
Lorelai shrugged, "I'm a nice person, and he looked so sad. I couldn't just let him go out there on his own."
"Out there? It's Stars Hollow Mom."
"Yeah, but Kirk's on the loose tonight. His mother went out of town."
"And left him alone?"
"Of course not, she got him a babysitter. But Mrs. McDonald is about 150 years old. She goes to sleep at 4 in the afternoon. Kirk's ecstatic. Anyway kiddo, I have an inn to run, see ya later!" she deposited a kiss on Rory's forehead and walked toward the front of the hotel where Michel was demanding her undivided attention.
Rory looked around the almost empty dining room, lunch wasn't for another half hour and so far the only occupants were hotel workers who were quietly cleaning the room in preparation for the guests. The food would be brought out in 20 minutes, and she had nothing to do.
He entered the dining room, and immediately spotted her. Didn't matter that she was in the far back corner, hidden from view by the book she was currently immersed in and eating her way through a large bowl of fruit salad, he still spotted her easily. Internal radar.
Making his way over to the buffet, Tristan filled two plates full of food. True he had only had breakfast a couple of hours ago, but one sandwich and a glass of orange juice was not enough to sustain him. He was a growing boy.
He slowly walked over to her table, all the while debating whether or not he should sit with her or find his own table. Looking around the hall, he found no empty seats and he was really hungry.
"Hey."
Rory jumped, dropping her fork and novel and squeaking in the process. He had always had an effect on the female population, but never in a week had he ever made a girl blush as many times as he had made her in the few short hours they had known each other. It was rather fun.
"Oh, hey."
"Didn't mean to scare you."
"You didn't-..." she trailed off and bent down to pick up the book that had fallen from her hands. Tristan took the opportunity to check out her cleavage. Or he would have, had she not been wearing a turtleneck. Damn it.
"Mind if I sit down?"
She gave him a blank look, as her minds slowly processed his request. He took her silence for hesitation. *No, that can't be right. This is usually the part where the girl is falling over herself saying yes while trying to maintain composure.*
"It's just that there aren't any other available seats, and I saw you and thought 'hey, familiar face' but never mind..." he trailed off.
Rory looked around and found that, indeed, there was no available seating. She turned back to Tristan and found him about to walk away "Yeah, sure. Have a seat," she said quickly.
He stopped and glanced back at her, his plate, the empty chair across from her and back at Rory. Putting his stomach above his dignity, he sat down and began to eat.
Rory watched in slight amusement as he wolfed down the meal. He had brought two full plates to the table, and was halfway through the first. Unintentionally, she let loose a small giggle.
He stopped eating immediately. "What?"
"You must be awfully hungry," she told him, gesturing to the plates.
Tristan immediately felt self conscious. He reached for the napkin and wiped his mouth, then resumed eating - this time much slower. As he chewed the food, he realized that no girl had ever made him feel self aware, albeit that time in second grade when Paris had informed him his Bert and Ernie underwear were on display to the entire class. That wasn't much fun.
He would miss Paris. Not much, but definitely more than any of his other class mates. She was the only one who was ever straight forward with him. He was sure they would have been great friends had it not been for her extremely awkward crush on him. With her determination and brains, and his status as God, they would have been one hell of an unstoppable force. Maybe one day he would go into business with her. A Gellar and Dugrey alliance...his father would love that. Scratch the thought.
Rory sighed, well aware that he only sat next to her due to lack of empty tables. He probably didn't exactly want her condemning his eating habits.
"Sorry."
Tristan stopped eating once again and looked up at her. "For what?"
"Insulting you."
"You didn't insult me."
"No?"
"No."
"Oh...well, good then."
He waited a moment, and when she said nothing further took it as a sign the conversation was over.
Rory looked back down at her book, skimming the lines quickly. She didn't know what to do or say around him, he made her feel awkward and nervous. Probably because of the amazing hotness he possessed. And the odd way in which he looked at her. As if he were analyzing everything she did. It was uncomfortable. She was used to being shy around guys, heck she was shy around almost anyone.
"Where are you from?" the question surprised the both of them after the extensive silence. Rory went red, hating how he seemed to be annoyed by her question.
"I'm from...North Carolina" True enough, he was born there. She didn't ask him specifically where he was living at the moment. He wasn't lying or anything. Then why did he feel bad?
"Oh. Are you visiting some one here?"
"Why the interrogation?" he snapped.
Rory looked back at her plate, "Sorry," she mumbled. It wasn't her fault. She was naturally inquisitive.
Tristan took a drink of coke, studying the girl before him. Maybe he shouldn't have snapped at her. But she was being nosy and asking things that, quite frankly, were none of her damn business. He was perfectly justified in telling her off. That didn't stop the feeling of guilt. But he couldn't apologize. He'd done too much of that lately. And besides, he was a Dugrey. Dugrey's didn't apologize for anything.
*I'm not a Dugrey anymore. I'm a...* he searched his memory for the surname he had given Lorelai *...a Michael. Tristan Michael. And maybe Michael's DO apologize.* when he had left home, he had resolved to try and be the exact opposite of everything the Dugrey name stood for. This might be a step in the right direction.
"I'm just passing through. Going to visit some relatives."
Rory glanced up at him and nodded, "well I'm done here. Enjoy the rest of your meal."
With that she stood up, gathered her book and the coffee she had been drinking, gave him a small smile and walked away hurriedly.
Tristan sighed. He seemed to have some kind of special gift for screwing things up.
Okay, so I'm kinda not sure where this story is going. That's why there was the delay. That and I'm heaps lazy. *blushes* Review's are always appreciated :)
Everyone who asked - Yeah, it's AU.
ExoticEnigma - Don't know the name of Hillarie's character, sorry. And watching 'one tree hill' 'cause of Chad is a kick ass reason! And answering your other questions: 1) I titled it The Green Pencil for no particular reason. I just have a really nice colored green pencil lying on my desk and I was all out of spiffy title ideas. 2) Yeah, let's hope it is. 3) If I can work 'Mary' into it, he'll call her that. I'm sure I can think of plenty of ways for Tristan to annoy Rory. 4) He already is my personal sex slave. It rocks dude.
Everyone who reviewed - Thanks heaps, youse guys are excellent =D
Disclaimer: Anyone offering?
Thanks Butterbabe. I owe you.
Chapter 2
They stood in silence. Extremely awkward silence while each tried to think up of something to say; something witty, or smart, or impressive...or at the very least something not lame.
After several seconds, Tristan finally came up with the perfect line.
"Um...thanks for taking me up to my room." *smooth*
"Yeah...no problem."
They shared a brief awkward smile, before looking back at their respective feet.
The elevator dinged, signaling their floor.
Tristan followed her - Rory, he learned her name was - down the hall, coming to a stop in front of a door at the far end.
"Okay, well here's your room and um...you've got the key, which you put in the keyhole and um...turn, which you would of course know because you've probably opened hundreds of doors and even if you haven't it isn't exactly rocket science. In fact it isn't any kind of science. It's not really any kind of anything. Just door opening...and I'll shut up now," she took a deep breath, well aware that her cheeks were turning the color of her red nail polish. Why had she let her mom paint them red?
Tristan laughed out loud for the first time in...well, a long time. He had only met her about 15 minutes ago, yet he already knew that she tended to ramble far more then any person he ever knew.
"Sorry," she went back to observing the carpet, "I'll just go now and leave you to do...whatever. Um...lunch is going to be served soon downstairs. You really shouldn't miss it. Sookie is a heck of a chef."
With that, she turned and quickly walked back toward the elevator. He watched her go and smiled to himself, turning back to the door and opening it.
"There's something odd about that boy," Lorelai stated as Rory sat next to her.
"Hi mom."
"Hey Sweets. There's something odd about that boy."
Rory looked around, confused, "what boy?"
"Mr. I-don't-have-a-credit-card-or-ID-on-me-but-I-really-need-a-place-to-stay."
"I thought he said his last name was Michaels."
"What a load of...baloney. He's hiding something. Something dangerous."
"And you sent me, your only daughter, to escort him to his room?" Rory asked, feigning hurt.
"You're fine aren't you? We have some snooping to do. Here's the plan: you get him down here for dinner, seduce him, take him to a room and drug him. I'll go to his room and snoop," she finished with a nod of her head, finalizing the plan.
"Why do I have to distract him? I'm always the distraction. You should distract him. I'm so much better at the stealth stuff. You draw way to much attention to yourself. Besides, if you think he's dangerous why'd you let him in?"
Lorelai shrugged, "I'm a nice person, and he looked so sad. I couldn't just let him go out there on his own."
"Out there? It's Stars Hollow Mom."
"Yeah, but Kirk's on the loose tonight. His mother went out of town."
"And left him alone?"
"Of course not, she got him a babysitter. But Mrs. McDonald is about 150 years old. She goes to sleep at 4 in the afternoon. Kirk's ecstatic. Anyway kiddo, I have an inn to run, see ya later!" she deposited a kiss on Rory's forehead and walked toward the front of the hotel where Michel was demanding her undivided attention.
Rory looked around the almost empty dining room, lunch wasn't for another half hour and so far the only occupants were hotel workers who were quietly cleaning the room in preparation for the guests. The food would be brought out in 20 minutes, and she had nothing to do.
He entered the dining room, and immediately spotted her. Didn't matter that she was in the far back corner, hidden from view by the book she was currently immersed in and eating her way through a large bowl of fruit salad, he still spotted her easily. Internal radar.
Making his way over to the buffet, Tristan filled two plates full of food. True he had only had breakfast a couple of hours ago, but one sandwich and a glass of orange juice was not enough to sustain him. He was a growing boy.
He slowly walked over to her table, all the while debating whether or not he should sit with her or find his own table. Looking around the hall, he found no empty seats and he was really hungry.
"Hey."
Rory jumped, dropping her fork and novel and squeaking in the process. He had always had an effect on the female population, but never in a week had he ever made a girl blush as many times as he had made her in the few short hours they had known each other. It was rather fun.
"Oh, hey."
"Didn't mean to scare you."
"You didn't-..." she trailed off and bent down to pick up the book that had fallen from her hands. Tristan took the opportunity to check out her cleavage. Or he would have, had she not been wearing a turtleneck. Damn it.
"Mind if I sit down?"
She gave him a blank look, as her minds slowly processed his request. He took her silence for hesitation. *No, that can't be right. This is usually the part where the girl is falling over herself saying yes while trying to maintain composure.*
"It's just that there aren't any other available seats, and I saw you and thought 'hey, familiar face' but never mind..." he trailed off.
Rory looked around and found that, indeed, there was no available seating. She turned back to Tristan and found him about to walk away "Yeah, sure. Have a seat," she said quickly.
He stopped and glanced back at her, his plate, the empty chair across from her and back at Rory. Putting his stomach above his dignity, he sat down and began to eat.
Rory watched in slight amusement as he wolfed down the meal. He had brought two full plates to the table, and was halfway through the first. Unintentionally, she let loose a small giggle.
He stopped eating immediately. "What?"
"You must be awfully hungry," she told him, gesturing to the plates.
Tristan immediately felt self conscious. He reached for the napkin and wiped his mouth, then resumed eating - this time much slower. As he chewed the food, he realized that no girl had ever made him feel self aware, albeit that time in second grade when Paris had informed him his Bert and Ernie underwear were on display to the entire class. That wasn't much fun.
He would miss Paris. Not much, but definitely more than any of his other class mates. She was the only one who was ever straight forward with him. He was sure they would have been great friends had it not been for her extremely awkward crush on him. With her determination and brains, and his status as God, they would have been one hell of an unstoppable force. Maybe one day he would go into business with her. A Gellar and Dugrey alliance...his father would love that. Scratch the thought.
Rory sighed, well aware that he only sat next to her due to lack of empty tables. He probably didn't exactly want her condemning his eating habits.
"Sorry."
Tristan stopped eating once again and looked up at her. "For what?"
"Insulting you."
"You didn't insult me."
"No?"
"No."
"Oh...well, good then."
He waited a moment, and when she said nothing further took it as a sign the conversation was over.
Rory looked back down at her book, skimming the lines quickly. She didn't know what to do or say around him, he made her feel awkward and nervous. Probably because of the amazing hotness he possessed. And the odd way in which he looked at her. As if he were analyzing everything she did. It was uncomfortable. She was used to being shy around guys, heck she was shy around almost anyone.
"Where are you from?" the question surprised the both of them after the extensive silence. Rory went red, hating how he seemed to be annoyed by her question.
"I'm from...North Carolina" True enough, he was born there. She didn't ask him specifically where he was living at the moment. He wasn't lying or anything. Then why did he feel bad?
"Oh. Are you visiting some one here?"
"Why the interrogation?" he snapped.
Rory looked back at her plate, "Sorry," she mumbled. It wasn't her fault. She was naturally inquisitive.
Tristan took a drink of coke, studying the girl before him. Maybe he shouldn't have snapped at her. But she was being nosy and asking things that, quite frankly, were none of her damn business. He was perfectly justified in telling her off. That didn't stop the feeling of guilt. But he couldn't apologize. He'd done too much of that lately. And besides, he was a Dugrey. Dugrey's didn't apologize for anything.
*I'm not a Dugrey anymore. I'm a...* he searched his memory for the surname he had given Lorelai *...a Michael. Tristan Michael. And maybe Michael's DO apologize.* when he had left home, he had resolved to try and be the exact opposite of everything the Dugrey name stood for. This might be a step in the right direction.
"I'm just passing through. Going to visit some relatives."
Rory glanced up at him and nodded, "well I'm done here. Enjoy the rest of your meal."
With that she stood up, gathered her book and the coffee she had been drinking, gave him a small smile and walked away hurriedly.
Tristan sighed. He seemed to have some kind of special gift for screwing things up.
Okay, so I'm kinda not sure where this story is going. That's why there was the delay. That and I'm heaps lazy. *blushes* Review's are always appreciated :)