Author: ilovegilmoretrorylit
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Gilmore Girls. Except for this story of course.
Pairing: Rory and Tristan. ( Who do you think it would be? )
Author's Note: Hey, sorry if my English is bad and all. English isn't my first language but I'll try my best.
~~~~Chapter 1~~~~
Lorelai Leigh Gilmore, or better known as Rory Gilmore, climbed down the stairs and walked into her kitchen. She saw her mother, Lorelai Elizabeth Gilmore also known as only Lorelai Gilmore struggling with the coffee machine.
"Mom, what are you up to?" Rory asked dryly.
Lorelai quickly turned to face Rory and tried to hide the coffee machine's damage behind her back.
She smiled and said, "Oh, nothing honey. So? I could get you toast. Yes, toast."
Rory raised her eyebrow. "Mom . . . what did you do to the coffee machine?" she asked walking towards her mother who was nearly sweating.
Rory pushed her mother aside. "Mom! You broke it!" she shouted. Then she glared at her mother.
"Sorry . . . it wasn't making enough coffee! I hate it!" Lorelai replied.
"Mom! Remember our truce right?" Rory said.
"Never hurt a relative of coffee," they said together.
"You're the one who set that truce . . ."
"Okay, okay! I'll, I'll, ask Luke to fix it!" said Lorelai.
"What do I drink now??" Rory asked. "I need my caffeine to go to school, mom! Or else, I'll surely get a B!"
"Um, um, let's . . . GO TO LUKE'S!"
Rory smiled. "Good mom. Now, we have got to hurry! My bus is coming in twenty minutes!"
Lorelai nodded. She took the keys to their jeep and hurried outside without locking the door, like always.
* * * * *
They reached Luke's and took a seat at the counter.
"Luke! Two cups of coffee, now!" Lorelai shouted. "Before my baby gets a B at school!"
Luke came out from the diner's kitchen holding an old cloth.
"Keep it down, Lorelai," he said, wiping the counter. Lorelai and Rory stared at Luke.
Luke gave up and walked to the coffee machine and filled two cups with it.
"Here," he said coldly. "Now, if you will excuse me, I want to wipe these tables." With that, Luke left Lorelai and Rory sipping their hot coffee and started to wipe some tables.
Rory glanced at her watch. It was ten minutes before her bus arrives.
"Mom, I got to go okay," she said.
"Okay, honey. And don't ever, and I mean EVER get a B!" Lorelai said.
Rory nodded, smiled and kissed both Lorelai's cheek. She ran outside afterwards. Lorelai continued drinking her coffee.
"Luke," she called. "One blueberry muffin please."
"Coming right up."
* * * * *
Rory struggled to get her locker open, like every other day. After a few minutes, her locker was opened, finally.
"Hi, Rory," someone greeted.
"AH!" Rory shouted, surprised. "Oh, Paris. You scared me a little there."
"Yes. I don't often get candies in Halloween, do I?" she said.
"I don't know, do you?"
"Alright Gilmore. Quit it. Anyways I want to know what book are you reading right now."
"Um, let's see, Howl, Macbeth and of course Jane Eyre," Rory replied.
"Oh. Well, just to let you know that I was reading To Kill a Mockingbird yesterday and I find it fascinating so I was just wondering if I could suggest this book to you," Paris admitted.
"Oh, thanks Paris. That's very nice of you."
"Yeah, you know me, Princess of the Nice People," Paris said. Rory thought if that was supposed to be a joke or not because Paris is not the kind of person who laughs to 'stupid' jokes. So, she just smiled and took her books out.
"Well, I was wondering how you are enjoying Macbeth," Paris asked.
"Very much," Rory replied.
"Okay. Because I was wondering of putting some compliments from the Chilton students about Shakespeare's book in The Franklin. Anyway, nice talking to you, meet you in class."
Rory and Paris shared most of their classes so the competition between them is pretty big. They've been rivals since the first day Rory arrived at Chilton. Something about Paris being Chief Editor of The Franklin and her being valedictorian when she graduates.
Rory shut her locker and revealed a face behind it.
"Hi, Mary," he greeted.
"What do you want, Tristan?" Rory asked. She didn't even bother being nice to Tristan.
"Hmmm . . . let me think," he said annoyingly. "A date, maybe?"
"In your dreams Tristan," said Rory dryly.
"Don't worry, Mary. You're always, always, in my dreams, forever, as long as I live, even until I am-
"Yeah, yeah, yeah Tristan," Rory said, cutting of Tristan's sentence.
The bell rang meaning the starting of the first period.
"Bye, Mary," Tristan said, walking away.
"Goodbye you idiot. And anyway, it's Rory," Rory muttered under her breath. Afterwards, she walked into her first class.
Tristan had been calling Rory, Mary since Rory's first day there. Guess she wasn't very lucky back then. Anyway, Mary as in, Virgin Mary. Tristan got the idea because Rory looked innocent and she writes the paper due in class while the other girls polished their nails.
* * * * *
On recess, Rory sat at her usual table, listening to her usual music and reading her ( not usual ) book. She was biting into her apple with Jane Eyre in her hands and Macy Gray in her ears.
Someone sat down beside Rory. But she was not easily distracted, especially when she is reading. So, being the person she is, ( the person who has a bad time trying to socialize in Chilton ) she ignored the person next to her, taking another bite of her apple.
"Why, Mary," the person next to her said. "You didn't even notice me and my pretty face."
Rory rolled her eyes. "What do you want NOW Tristan?" she asked, her eyes still on her book.
"Nothing special. Just eating here . . . with you . . . while you read your book . . . and listen to your music . . . eating your apple . . ." Tristan said, pausing after each sentence.
"What is it, Tristan?!" Rory asked again.
"Nothing. Just about to eat my food," he admitted. "Continue eating, reading and listening to your music, please."
Rory just rolled her eyes again, ( again ) continued on eating, reading and listening to Macy Gray.
Suddenly, someone stumped their onto Rory's table shouting something what seems to be "Trisan" from Rory's ears since she had turn up the volume of her cd player so that she could, entirely, ignore Tristan. Rory took off her headphone and found out that it was a senior girl whom she didn't know.
"What are you doing here when you've promise me you'd meet me at my locker, Tristan!" the girl shouted.
"Nothing," Tristan replied. He leant over Rory and hugged her. Rory was indeed, confused. "Just hanging out with my girlfriend."
"Wha?" Rory said, shocked at what Tristan had said. "No way!"
Tristan pulled Rory closer and kissed her. The senior girl watched in shock. She said a curse and walked away. Tristan released Rory and smirked.
"Thanks," Tristan said.
Rory was wiping away the traces of Tristan's kiss on her lips. "What was that all about?" she shouted.
"Nothing. I wanted to get away from Krista. And, thanks for covering me up."
Rory was now taking away her cd player and book and turned away from Tristan, heading to her locker. Tristan raced after her and held her arm.
"I would love to do that again," he said.
"In your dreams . . ." Rory replied.
* * * * *
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Gilmore Girls. Except for this story of course.
Pairing: Rory and Tristan. ( Who do you think it would be? )
Author's Note: Hey, sorry if my English is bad and all. English isn't my first language but I'll try my best.
~~~~Chapter 1~~~~
Lorelai Leigh Gilmore, or better known as Rory Gilmore, climbed down the stairs and walked into her kitchen. She saw her mother, Lorelai Elizabeth Gilmore also known as only Lorelai Gilmore struggling with the coffee machine.
"Mom, what are you up to?" Rory asked dryly.
Lorelai quickly turned to face Rory and tried to hide the coffee machine's damage behind her back.
She smiled and said, "Oh, nothing honey. So? I could get you toast. Yes, toast."
Rory raised her eyebrow. "Mom . . . what did you do to the coffee machine?" she asked walking towards her mother who was nearly sweating.
Rory pushed her mother aside. "Mom! You broke it!" she shouted. Then she glared at her mother.
"Sorry . . . it wasn't making enough coffee! I hate it!" Lorelai replied.
"Mom! Remember our truce right?" Rory said.
"Never hurt a relative of coffee," they said together.
"You're the one who set that truce . . ."
"Okay, okay! I'll, I'll, ask Luke to fix it!" said Lorelai.
"What do I drink now??" Rory asked. "I need my caffeine to go to school, mom! Or else, I'll surely get a B!"
"Um, um, let's . . . GO TO LUKE'S!"
Rory smiled. "Good mom. Now, we have got to hurry! My bus is coming in twenty minutes!"
Lorelai nodded. She took the keys to their jeep and hurried outside without locking the door, like always.
* * * * *
They reached Luke's and took a seat at the counter.
"Luke! Two cups of coffee, now!" Lorelai shouted. "Before my baby gets a B at school!"
Luke came out from the diner's kitchen holding an old cloth.
"Keep it down, Lorelai," he said, wiping the counter. Lorelai and Rory stared at Luke.
Luke gave up and walked to the coffee machine and filled two cups with it.
"Here," he said coldly. "Now, if you will excuse me, I want to wipe these tables." With that, Luke left Lorelai and Rory sipping their hot coffee and started to wipe some tables.
Rory glanced at her watch. It was ten minutes before her bus arrives.
"Mom, I got to go okay," she said.
"Okay, honey. And don't ever, and I mean EVER get a B!" Lorelai said.
Rory nodded, smiled and kissed both Lorelai's cheek. She ran outside afterwards. Lorelai continued drinking her coffee.
"Luke," she called. "One blueberry muffin please."
"Coming right up."
* * * * *
Rory struggled to get her locker open, like every other day. After a few minutes, her locker was opened, finally.
"Hi, Rory," someone greeted.
"AH!" Rory shouted, surprised. "Oh, Paris. You scared me a little there."
"Yes. I don't often get candies in Halloween, do I?" she said.
"I don't know, do you?"
"Alright Gilmore. Quit it. Anyways I want to know what book are you reading right now."
"Um, let's see, Howl, Macbeth and of course Jane Eyre," Rory replied.
"Oh. Well, just to let you know that I was reading To Kill a Mockingbird yesterday and I find it fascinating so I was just wondering if I could suggest this book to you," Paris admitted.
"Oh, thanks Paris. That's very nice of you."
"Yeah, you know me, Princess of the Nice People," Paris said. Rory thought if that was supposed to be a joke or not because Paris is not the kind of person who laughs to 'stupid' jokes. So, she just smiled and took her books out.
"Well, I was wondering how you are enjoying Macbeth," Paris asked.
"Very much," Rory replied.
"Okay. Because I was wondering of putting some compliments from the Chilton students about Shakespeare's book in The Franklin. Anyway, nice talking to you, meet you in class."
Rory and Paris shared most of their classes so the competition between them is pretty big. They've been rivals since the first day Rory arrived at Chilton. Something about Paris being Chief Editor of The Franklin and her being valedictorian when she graduates.
Rory shut her locker and revealed a face behind it.
"Hi, Mary," he greeted.
"What do you want, Tristan?" Rory asked. She didn't even bother being nice to Tristan.
"Hmmm . . . let me think," he said annoyingly. "A date, maybe?"
"In your dreams Tristan," said Rory dryly.
"Don't worry, Mary. You're always, always, in my dreams, forever, as long as I live, even until I am-
"Yeah, yeah, yeah Tristan," Rory said, cutting of Tristan's sentence.
The bell rang meaning the starting of the first period.
"Bye, Mary," Tristan said, walking away.
"Goodbye you idiot. And anyway, it's Rory," Rory muttered under her breath. Afterwards, she walked into her first class.
Tristan had been calling Rory, Mary since Rory's first day there. Guess she wasn't very lucky back then. Anyway, Mary as in, Virgin Mary. Tristan got the idea because Rory looked innocent and she writes the paper due in class while the other girls polished their nails.
* * * * *
On recess, Rory sat at her usual table, listening to her usual music and reading her ( not usual ) book. She was biting into her apple with Jane Eyre in her hands and Macy Gray in her ears.
Someone sat down beside Rory. But she was not easily distracted, especially when she is reading. So, being the person she is, ( the person who has a bad time trying to socialize in Chilton ) she ignored the person next to her, taking another bite of her apple.
"Why, Mary," the person next to her said. "You didn't even notice me and my pretty face."
Rory rolled her eyes. "What do you want NOW Tristan?" she asked, her eyes still on her book.
"Nothing special. Just eating here . . . with you . . . while you read your book . . . and listen to your music . . . eating your apple . . ." Tristan said, pausing after each sentence.
"What is it, Tristan?!" Rory asked again.
"Nothing. Just about to eat my food," he admitted. "Continue eating, reading and listening to your music, please."
Rory just rolled her eyes again, ( again ) continued on eating, reading and listening to Macy Gray.
Suddenly, someone stumped their onto Rory's table shouting something what seems to be "Trisan" from Rory's ears since she had turn up the volume of her cd player so that she could, entirely, ignore Tristan. Rory took off her headphone and found out that it was a senior girl whom she didn't know.
"What are you doing here when you've promise me you'd meet me at my locker, Tristan!" the girl shouted.
"Nothing," Tristan replied. He leant over Rory and hugged her. Rory was indeed, confused. "Just hanging out with my girlfriend."
"Wha?" Rory said, shocked at what Tristan had said. "No way!"
Tristan pulled Rory closer and kissed her. The senior girl watched in shock. She said a curse and walked away. Tristan released Rory and smirked.
"Thanks," Tristan said.
Rory was wiping away the traces of Tristan's kiss on her lips. "What was that all about?" she shouted.
"Nothing. I wanted to get away from Krista. And, thanks for covering me up."
Rory was now taking away her cd player and book and turned away from Tristan, heading to her locker. Tristan raced after her and held her arm.
"I would love to do that again," he said.
"In your dreams . . ." Rory replied.
* * * * *