Rory went to fetch some caffeine at the kitchen for both of us. She told me to help myself around the house freely while she did that, stating playfully at me: " Mi casa es tu casa ", while grinning.

I remember chuckling when she said that, her eyes had twinkled with merriment and once again my hormone-driven body fought desperately to reach over and greet her lips with a heavy, high-powered, hot-blooded smooch.

I´m not very fond of those brief pecks you see couples giving each other casually on the movies. I think their pathetic and wasting their lives, honestly. I mean, come on, you like the girl, prove it, show it, demonstrate it through passionate actions, dammit!, ¿what are you afraid of, man?, go for it!.

To tell you the truth, if I like you, I´m the kind of guy that once he has his mouth covering your´s, he won´t leave it alone until a LONG, LONG, LONG while, trust me.

That´s just me, I live the moment with intensity, I give it all once I´m in it.

If I could taste Rory´s lips, damm, you have no idea how I´d blow her away. I´d kiss her so hard, so stimulatingly and wild, because, then again, as I mentioned before, that´s me and I can´t refrain myself from getting excited when I´m tasting something so craved and desired at the same time...

She´s everything I want…

All I will ever need in my life…

The main door flies open in a rushed swing, but I didn´t notice it. I was too busy contemplating a baby picture of Rory near the chimney.

If I would have turned around, I would have seen a Korean, black glass-wearing girl walk in the living room and turn around immediately upon seeing me.

But then again, I didn´t…

GILMORE KITCHEN.

Lane: " Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God! ".

Rory: " What!?, what!?, what!?, what!?, what!?, what!? ".

Lane: " Brad Pitt is in the house! ".

Rory: " What? ".

Lane: " And apparently, he´s either hopelessly in love with you, or he´s just plain stalking you because he can´t stop gawking over at your baby picture! "

Rory: " Lane… ".

Lane: " Maybe he broke up with Jen, realizing he never liked them blondes in the first place, but had always adored them brunnete! ".

Rory: " Lane… ".

Lane: " Or maybe he´s just gay and came to ask you for Michel´s telephone number, you never know when those crazy French cravings can show up in your heterosexual life!... ".

Rory: " Lane, it´s Tristan! ".

Lane: " Tristan? ".

Rory: " Yes ".

Lane: " As in, ` Hey, Mary!, you, me, hot tub, now, I want you, let´s have sex forever till the end of time ´, Tristan? ".

Rory: " He doesn´t say that… ".

Lane: " No, but you´d like to, wouldn´t you? ".

Rory: " Jesus Christ, Lane! ".

Lane: " Oh, come on, Rory! ".

Rory: " You need help ".

Lane: " I need my own Brad Pitt look alike, that´s what I need! ".

Rory: " You´re insane! ".

Lane: " In need, in want, insane, what´s the difference!? ".

Rory: " It´s Tristan, ok!?, it´s not Brad Pitt, it´s Tristan DuGray! ":

Lane: " Ahhh, Tristan, Brad, Tristan, Brad, whatever, it´s the same, it´s the same to me! ".

Rory: " Ughhh! ".

Tristan: " You girls talking about me? ". I spoke, confidently, with an arrogant air visible among them and saw the short girl blush upon witnessing my all of sudden appearance on the kitchen.

She seemed nice, but looked awfully embarrassed.

Rory, though, looked all worked up, as if she had just been in a heated discussion.

I smirked to myself.

Oh, man, what I´d give to get her all worked up, of course, in another different kind of heated situation, not just in a discussion…

Rory tucked a strand of her chocolate-brown hair nervously behind her right ear.

Rory: " Um, Tristan, this is my best friend Lane Kim, we used to go to Stars Hollow High together, Lane, this is Tristan DuGray, Chilton classmate ".

Tristan: " As always an enormous pleasure to meet such a dazzling lady ". I kissed the back of Lane´s hand, taking my time to get a reaction from Rory.

I got it.

When I looked up again, I saw a bright scarlet color creeping all over Lane´s countenance and when I turned to look at a crossed arms Rory, her crystal blue eyes averted away from my own within a second. Somehow, she seemed to be avoiding my glance…

Hmmm…

She seemed almost,…I don´t know,…distant?, upset?, uncomfortable?,…jealous, maybe?...

I was still grabbing hold of Lane Kim´s hand when a guy near the same age as mine entered the kitchen door. He walked in in a hasty way. Rory turned her head around and smiled at him.

Rory: " Hey Dave ". The guy smiles back.

Dave: " Hey Rory ". Smile goes away upon his eyes noticing my presence in the room. Lane quickly jerks her hand away from my touch.

Lane: " Dave, hi, hi, how are you!? ". She looked really apprehensive and a bit frantic at the same time.

I conjecture this guy must be her boyfriend then.

Dave: " Um, I´m fine, Lane, thank you, thank you for asking ". Half-smiling at her, then turned to me with a suspicious frown, as if not trusting me at all. Boy, is this guy mistaken. It´s not the Korean I want, man, it´s the bookworm, the bookish doll. " Who are you? ". I straightened up, showing off my pride and smirked.

Tristan: " I´m Brad Pitt ".

Rory: " Don´t even ask ". The confused guy just nodded slowly and was dragged away by the arm by what I assumed was his girlfriend…

Thank you, God, for making this crib once again empty, lonesome, solitary, with only two people dwelling among it.

Lights…

Camera…

Action…

Tristan: " So, Mary, now that we´re alone again… "…

Let the show begin…