*Disclaimer: I don't own the series Gilmore Girls or the characters. All I
own is my imagination and the plot.
*A/N: Hey! :-) Thanks so much for the reviews! I think I forgot to say this, but this fic is Jess friendly. There is however no Dean. So......I hope you enjoy this chapter.
*~*~*:-)*~*~*Bye, smile :-)
Rory Gilmore, once again, had her beautiful, celestial face hidden behind one of her many books. Her enchanting eyes fixed on the page in front of her, absorbing everything and seeing every single word as a work of art, a small masterpiece that stood on its own. She was so engrossed in the tragic tale, that she didn't look up when she stepped off the bus and approached Chilton. And she didn't have to. There had been many days before when she would be captured in the world of her imagination and she was too fascinated to ever look up. By now she could find her way around this school with her eyes closed. She knew precisely how heavy the door was that she always used, she knew exactly how many steps there were on the stairs and she knew how her footsteps sounded in the still empty corridors.
She always tried to arrive here earlier than all the other students. She liked it when the corridors were still quiet and the way everything sounded hollow. Even the simple movement of turning the page made an unique sound. Rory made her way down the steps and slowly started to head for her locker, that was on the other end. She could hear another pair of footsteps coming her way, but hardly took any notice of it. She figured that it was one of the teachers. Suddenly she collided with someone else, the impact causing her bag to fall on the floor. Her book however remained safely in her hands, because of the firm grip she had on it.
T: ''Up close and personal, huh Mary ?''
Rory immediately brought her head up and found his eyes with her own.
R: ''Tristan...........''
A satisfying smirk adorned his pulchritudinous features.
T: ''What, no comeback ?''
Rory tore her eyes away from his self-assured eyes and lowered them to her book, that was caught between their two bodies.
R: ''I was going to say sorry, but now.............''
T: ''You're going to thank the heavens instead ?''
Rory shot him an annoyed look. This was the reason why he was so aggravating. He always put words in her mouth. She was going to tell him exactly that, but bit her tongue just in time. There were too many comebacks from his side. Why did he have to be so vexingly witty ? Yet there was something charming and unavoidable about his eyes and sly smirk that could make her feel immensely self-conscious in his presence.
R: ''I was just going to say that was sorry, but now I'm going to apologize for bumping in to you, causing me to touch you.''
T: ''You don't mean that Mary.''
R: ''I have never meant anything so much as right now. I would never, I repeat never, intentionally touch you.''
T: ''Then what are you doing right now ?''
Rory realized her predicament and started to blush. She took a step back and brought her eyes down to her book. Tristan just smirked as he watched her try to regain her composture.
R: ''What are you doing here so early anyway ?''
She picked up her bag from the floor and slowly met Tristan's gleaming orbs as she got up.
T: ''Waiting for you. I have been watching you for a while now and I thought it was finally time to let you know, how I really feel about you.
Rory rolled her eyes and turned around.
R: ''Bye Tristan.''
She started to head for her locker, but Tristan was only a couple of steps behind her.
T: ''Don't walk away from me Mary ! Don't leave me !''
Rory lowered her head, embarrassed about her current situation though there weren't a lot of people around. She just didn't like to cause a scene or better yet, be part of a scene that was of course caused by Tristan DuGrey. Rory opened her locker and started putting books in it, well aware of the fact that Tristan was leaning against the locker next to hers. Most likely watching her, letting his eyes roam free over her delightful features. He always did that when he was around her. He would watch her intensely as if she was telling him the most fascinated things.
R: ''You know, normally when someone says bye it's the indication of the ending of a conversation.''
Tristan didn't answer. He just kept his eyes on her hands as she placed another book in her locker. Never once, had he met someone who was as fond of reading as she was. Every week she would have another book in her graceful hands. She would read during lunch when everyone else was laughing and gossiping. At first he thought that her habit was quite strange and boring, but now he couldn't picture her without a book in her hands. He could hear Rory sigh and saw her close her locker and tuck some strands of her hair behind her ear. He found it quite amusing, cause as soon as she had removed her hands it would fall back to its rightful place, on the sides of her fair face.
R: ''What do you want Tristan ?''
T: ''Are you sure you want me to answer that ?''
A skillful smirk appeared on his face. Rory grimaced as she thought of all the answers that he could have given her. Unbelievable, she had to think before she asked him........anything! She crossed her arms and looked at him.
R: ''Isn't your locker on the other end of this corridor ?''
Tristan's facial expression changed. His eyes became emotionless and his smirk faded into a neutral one. He had said those exact words to her yesterday. They weren't mean to come out so harsh and meant, but for some reason they did. He briefly met her eyes and nodded. He turned around and started to walk away. She did the same thing for him the day before.
Rory bit her lip as she looked at Tristan's back. She didn't really mean for him to leave, she was just teasing him.
R: ''Tristan, I didn't mean it like that.''
She almost expected Tristan to turn around, flash her one of his famous smirks and saying something like; "Can't live without me Mary ?". But he didn't.
R: ''I'm sorry.''
Those last two words were barely above a whisper. Guilt was starting to form inside her, though she really had no reason to feel guilty. Rory leaned against her locker and sighed again. She knew that he was going through a lot right now, even though he wouldn't admit it. And for some reason he was taking her words more seriously. Rory rested her head against the cool metal as she patiently waited for the bell to ring.
*~*~*
When the bell finally rang, she slowly made her way towards her first class. She wasn't really in a rush to get there, cause this was one of the many classes she shared with Tristan and some of his friends. She reached the classroom and found her usual seat in the back, unfortunately next to Tristan and his friends. She glanced in Tristan's direction, trying to meet his eyes, but he just avoided her and kept talking with his friends. That talking turned into whispering when the teacher arrived. Rory obediently took notes and listened to the teacher, though she knew that Tristan and his posse were still whispering. When she shot them a quick look, they even silently whistled at her. Rory lowered her head, feeling uncomfortable, and kept her eyes on her notes until the class finally came to an end.
Rory slowly got up and wanted to leave the class unnoticed. But alas, Tristan's friends spotted her and started blowing her kisses. Rory mouthed; jerks and left the classroom. Not missing the fact that Tristan hadn't participated in any of those immature actions. That made her feel slightly better. This proved that Tristan was brought up in a family that respected other people's feelings, or so it seemed...........
*~*~*
When the final bell rang, Rory was one of the last people to arrive at her locker. She had stayed after class to talk to Paris about this week's Franklin issue. Those ten minutes, she spend with Paris, were just long enough for most of the other students, to already be gone when she arrived at her locker. She dropped her bag on the floor and reached to open her locker. When it didn't open, she pulled again and this time it did open, causing almost all of her books to come pouring out. Rory looked at the different books that were scattered on the floor in front of her and started to laugh. It wasn't really funny, but still she had to laugh. After all it wasn't every day that your books came flying out and practically attacked you.
T: ''What's so funny, Mary ?''
She instantly stopped laughing and looked at him.
R: ''Tristan...........''
She quickly met his eyes as she wondered what he was doing here. She thought that he was mad at her, he hadn't spoken to her all day. Not that she didn't enjoy the serene silence that had been hanging around her all day, but it got boring after a while. Just like an unfinished drawing, she needed some color in her life.
R: ''My locker was stuck and when I finally opened it, my books decided that they wanted revenge or something and....................I'm low on caffeine.''
Rory returned her gaze to her fallen books and got down on her knees to retrieve them. Tristan's eyes were locked on her cheerful smile as she did this. She was such a amazing person and he had an urge to tell her about the night his grandpa died. After all she was the only person here that he would even consider telling. Paris also came to mind, but she wasn't exactly the kind of person who could just listen to you when you talked. She always had to intrude and voice her opinion. Rory on the other hand was gifted with a never ending patience and honest eyes, that would hold her questions and emotions for her until she felt it was the right time to speak.
Rory got up and looked at Tristan again. A subtle sadness was clearly visible in his light blue, almost grey eyes.
R: ''Hey Tristan, I'm really sorry about the comment I made this morning. I didn't say it to be mean.''
She silently waited for his response, preparing herself for one of his famous one liners, but he never got the chance to respond. One of his many groupies asked for his attention. Tristan had wanted to apologize himself for acting like a jerk, especially since Rory did nothing wrong, but before he could one of the 'willing' girls interrupted. His usual smirk returned to his face as he winked at Amy.
T: ''Later Mary.''
R: ''Bye.........''
She sighed as she saw Tristan disappear in to the janitor's closet with 'this week's catch'. She wondered what he was doing to her and what it would be like to be in there with him. Rory reached to close her locker and cringed when she heard it slam shut. The slam being a creation of her frustration and her jealousy ?!
*~*~*
Once Rory got home, changed into her favorite pair of jeans and a comfy shirt, she did what she always did to forget about Tristan DuGrey. She installed herself on her bed with her homework and dove into the world where a name consisted of several numbers. By the time her mother came home and entered her room, her entire bed and part of her floor, were covered with books and notes.
L: ''How come your head doesn't tip over from the weight of all the smart stuff ?''
Rory looked up at her mom and started tapping her pencil against the side of one of her books.
R: ''Cause every subject only takes up one millionth of my brain.''
L: ''So, really you aren't that smart. Cause you have like, what, thirteen or fourteen subjects. So your brain capacity is only being used to store an extremely small amount of information.''
R: ''The rest is used to store information about the books I've read and all the movies I watched.''
L: ''You mean, you have a separate room in your brain for Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory ?''
R: ''A very small room.''
L: ''I think we should tell Luke about this theory, don't you think ?''
R: ''I'm sure he will find it very..............informative.''
L: ''Let's go !''
*~*~*
L: ''Luke do you know that most of my brain is filled with information about the movies I have watched and the different kinds of coffee I have tasted. Which are a lot might I add.''
Luke placed the plates he was holding on one of the tables and made his way over to the two Gilmore Girls, who were sitting at the counter.
Luke: ''Do I have to call the shrink again ?''
L: ''No, but you may have to call every single newspaper in America.''
Luke: ''What are you talking about ?''
L: ''About the little theory me and Rory made up.''
Luke: ''You might wanna look up those last two words.''
L: ''Well, it may be made up, but it's a real realistic made up theory.''
Luke: ''I can't believe it's true.''
L: ''What ?''
Luke: ''You two do need coffee to think clearly.''
Luke shot Lorelai a look and gestured for Jess to give them some coffee as he went back to taking orders. Lorelai stuck out her tongue at Luke's back before she grabbed her coffee and took a sip. Rory finished her coffee in one gulp, wishing that the hot liquid would have burned her thoughts instead of her throat. Tristan had been on her mind ever since she had stopped doing her homework. She looked at Jess, who was reading when he should be working.
R: ''Jess ?''
J: ''Yeah ?''
He stopped reading, but kept his eyes on the page in front of him.
R: ''Is it okay if I go upstairs ?''
J: ''Sure, just don't make a mess.''
Rory rolled her eyes as she went behind the counter and headed for the stairs.
R: ''Like I could make it worse.''
J: ''I'll be up as soon as I'm done with my shift.''
R: ''Don't work too hard.''
J: ''I won't.''
Jess turned the page, ignoring Luke's angry voice.
*~*~*
Upstairs, it took Rory only a minute to find a book she liked and install herself in one of Luke's comfy armchairs. It took even less time for her to become caught up in the book. It was a romance novel with heated scenes and words between the two main characters. That lead her distraction to a temptation. Thoughts of Tristan once again took over her once clear mind. She thought of Tristan touching her, his touch being like flames licking at a piece of paper. Soon the entire piece of paper would be burning and there would be no way back.
J: ''Interesting book ?''
Rory's impure flow of thoughts were abruptly stopped as she looked up from her book and spotted Jess standing in front of her. Rory immediately started to blush and lowered her eyes. Jess saw, but decided not to be too hard on her.
J: ''If you want me to explain anything, just ask.''
His comment made Rory's cheeks turn bright red. Jess softly laughed as he lay down on his bed with the book he was reading earlier. No words were exchanged between them as they each started to read. At one point, Jess did look up from his book for a second and caught Rory staring at the wall. She had a dreamy expression in her already starry eyes and a smile was playfully tugging at her lips. He also noticed that the redness in her cheeks had decreased, though they were still flushed. He went back to his book, a little confused by her appearance. Sometimes he was glad that he didn't understand a girl's mind.
*R*E*V*I*E*W*! Please ? :-) Yeah, yeah, I know. I need to write some real R/T action right ? Well, it will happen.......eventually. But don't forget that I do want the story to have some substance, so I hope you understand. Thanks! :-)
*A/N: Hey! :-) Thanks so much for the reviews! I think I forgot to say this, but this fic is Jess friendly. There is however no Dean. So......I hope you enjoy this chapter.
*~*~*:-)*~*~*Bye, smile :-)
Rory Gilmore, once again, had her beautiful, celestial face hidden behind one of her many books. Her enchanting eyes fixed on the page in front of her, absorbing everything and seeing every single word as a work of art, a small masterpiece that stood on its own. She was so engrossed in the tragic tale, that she didn't look up when she stepped off the bus and approached Chilton. And she didn't have to. There had been many days before when she would be captured in the world of her imagination and she was too fascinated to ever look up. By now she could find her way around this school with her eyes closed. She knew precisely how heavy the door was that she always used, she knew exactly how many steps there were on the stairs and she knew how her footsteps sounded in the still empty corridors.
She always tried to arrive here earlier than all the other students. She liked it when the corridors were still quiet and the way everything sounded hollow. Even the simple movement of turning the page made an unique sound. Rory made her way down the steps and slowly started to head for her locker, that was on the other end. She could hear another pair of footsteps coming her way, but hardly took any notice of it. She figured that it was one of the teachers. Suddenly she collided with someone else, the impact causing her bag to fall on the floor. Her book however remained safely in her hands, because of the firm grip she had on it.
T: ''Up close and personal, huh Mary ?''
Rory immediately brought her head up and found his eyes with her own.
R: ''Tristan...........''
A satisfying smirk adorned his pulchritudinous features.
T: ''What, no comeback ?''
Rory tore her eyes away from his self-assured eyes and lowered them to her book, that was caught between their two bodies.
R: ''I was going to say sorry, but now.............''
T: ''You're going to thank the heavens instead ?''
Rory shot him an annoyed look. This was the reason why he was so aggravating. He always put words in her mouth. She was going to tell him exactly that, but bit her tongue just in time. There were too many comebacks from his side. Why did he have to be so vexingly witty ? Yet there was something charming and unavoidable about his eyes and sly smirk that could make her feel immensely self-conscious in his presence.
R: ''I was just going to say that was sorry, but now I'm going to apologize for bumping in to you, causing me to touch you.''
T: ''You don't mean that Mary.''
R: ''I have never meant anything so much as right now. I would never, I repeat never, intentionally touch you.''
T: ''Then what are you doing right now ?''
Rory realized her predicament and started to blush. She took a step back and brought her eyes down to her book. Tristan just smirked as he watched her try to regain her composture.
R: ''What are you doing here so early anyway ?''
She picked up her bag from the floor and slowly met Tristan's gleaming orbs as she got up.
T: ''Waiting for you. I have been watching you for a while now and I thought it was finally time to let you know, how I really feel about you.
Rory rolled her eyes and turned around.
R: ''Bye Tristan.''
She started to head for her locker, but Tristan was only a couple of steps behind her.
T: ''Don't walk away from me Mary ! Don't leave me !''
Rory lowered her head, embarrassed about her current situation though there weren't a lot of people around. She just didn't like to cause a scene or better yet, be part of a scene that was of course caused by Tristan DuGrey. Rory opened her locker and started putting books in it, well aware of the fact that Tristan was leaning against the locker next to hers. Most likely watching her, letting his eyes roam free over her delightful features. He always did that when he was around her. He would watch her intensely as if she was telling him the most fascinated things.
R: ''You know, normally when someone says bye it's the indication of the ending of a conversation.''
Tristan didn't answer. He just kept his eyes on her hands as she placed another book in her locker. Never once, had he met someone who was as fond of reading as she was. Every week she would have another book in her graceful hands. She would read during lunch when everyone else was laughing and gossiping. At first he thought that her habit was quite strange and boring, but now he couldn't picture her without a book in her hands. He could hear Rory sigh and saw her close her locker and tuck some strands of her hair behind her ear. He found it quite amusing, cause as soon as she had removed her hands it would fall back to its rightful place, on the sides of her fair face.
R: ''What do you want Tristan ?''
T: ''Are you sure you want me to answer that ?''
A skillful smirk appeared on his face. Rory grimaced as she thought of all the answers that he could have given her. Unbelievable, she had to think before she asked him........anything! She crossed her arms and looked at him.
R: ''Isn't your locker on the other end of this corridor ?''
Tristan's facial expression changed. His eyes became emotionless and his smirk faded into a neutral one. He had said those exact words to her yesterday. They weren't mean to come out so harsh and meant, but for some reason they did. He briefly met her eyes and nodded. He turned around and started to walk away. She did the same thing for him the day before.
Rory bit her lip as she looked at Tristan's back. She didn't really mean for him to leave, she was just teasing him.
R: ''Tristan, I didn't mean it like that.''
She almost expected Tristan to turn around, flash her one of his famous smirks and saying something like; "Can't live without me Mary ?". But he didn't.
R: ''I'm sorry.''
Those last two words were barely above a whisper. Guilt was starting to form inside her, though she really had no reason to feel guilty. Rory leaned against her locker and sighed again. She knew that he was going through a lot right now, even though he wouldn't admit it. And for some reason he was taking her words more seriously. Rory rested her head against the cool metal as she patiently waited for the bell to ring.
*~*~*
When the bell finally rang, she slowly made her way towards her first class. She wasn't really in a rush to get there, cause this was one of the many classes she shared with Tristan and some of his friends. She reached the classroom and found her usual seat in the back, unfortunately next to Tristan and his friends. She glanced in Tristan's direction, trying to meet his eyes, but he just avoided her and kept talking with his friends. That talking turned into whispering when the teacher arrived. Rory obediently took notes and listened to the teacher, though she knew that Tristan and his posse were still whispering. When she shot them a quick look, they even silently whistled at her. Rory lowered her head, feeling uncomfortable, and kept her eyes on her notes until the class finally came to an end.
Rory slowly got up and wanted to leave the class unnoticed. But alas, Tristan's friends spotted her and started blowing her kisses. Rory mouthed; jerks and left the classroom. Not missing the fact that Tristan hadn't participated in any of those immature actions. That made her feel slightly better. This proved that Tristan was brought up in a family that respected other people's feelings, or so it seemed...........
*~*~*
When the final bell rang, Rory was one of the last people to arrive at her locker. She had stayed after class to talk to Paris about this week's Franklin issue. Those ten minutes, she spend with Paris, were just long enough for most of the other students, to already be gone when she arrived at her locker. She dropped her bag on the floor and reached to open her locker. When it didn't open, she pulled again and this time it did open, causing almost all of her books to come pouring out. Rory looked at the different books that were scattered on the floor in front of her and started to laugh. It wasn't really funny, but still she had to laugh. After all it wasn't every day that your books came flying out and practically attacked you.
T: ''What's so funny, Mary ?''
She instantly stopped laughing and looked at him.
R: ''Tristan...........''
She quickly met his eyes as she wondered what he was doing here. She thought that he was mad at her, he hadn't spoken to her all day. Not that she didn't enjoy the serene silence that had been hanging around her all day, but it got boring after a while. Just like an unfinished drawing, she needed some color in her life.
R: ''My locker was stuck and when I finally opened it, my books decided that they wanted revenge or something and....................I'm low on caffeine.''
Rory returned her gaze to her fallen books and got down on her knees to retrieve them. Tristan's eyes were locked on her cheerful smile as she did this. She was such a amazing person and he had an urge to tell her about the night his grandpa died. After all she was the only person here that he would even consider telling. Paris also came to mind, but she wasn't exactly the kind of person who could just listen to you when you talked. She always had to intrude and voice her opinion. Rory on the other hand was gifted with a never ending patience and honest eyes, that would hold her questions and emotions for her until she felt it was the right time to speak.
Rory got up and looked at Tristan again. A subtle sadness was clearly visible in his light blue, almost grey eyes.
R: ''Hey Tristan, I'm really sorry about the comment I made this morning. I didn't say it to be mean.''
She silently waited for his response, preparing herself for one of his famous one liners, but he never got the chance to respond. One of his many groupies asked for his attention. Tristan had wanted to apologize himself for acting like a jerk, especially since Rory did nothing wrong, but before he could one of the 'willing' girls interrupted. His usual smirk returned to his face as he winked at Amy.
T: ''Later Mary.''
R: ''Bye.........''
She sighed as she saw Tristan disappear in to the janitor's closet with 'this week's catch'. She wondered what he was doing to her and what it would be like to be in there with him. Rory reached to close her locker and cringed when she heard it slam shut. The slam being a creation of her frustration and her jealousy ?!
*~*~*
Once Rory got home, changed into her favorite pair of jeans and a comfy shirt, she did what she always did to forget about Tristan DuGrey. She installed herself on her bed with her homework and dove into the world where a name consisted of several numbers. By the time her mother came home and entered her room, her entire bed and part of her floor, were covered with books and notes.
L: ''How come your head doesn't tip over from the weight of all the smart stuff ?''
Rory looked up at her mom and started tapping her pencil against the side of one of her books.
R: ''Cause every subject only takes up one millionth of my brain.''
L: ''So, really you aren't that smart. Cause you have like, what, thirteen or fourteen subjects. So your brain capacity is only being used to store an extremely small amount of information.''
R: ''The rest is used to store information about the books I've read and all the movies I watched.''
L: ''You mean, you have a separate room in your brain for Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory ?''
R: ''A very small room.''
L: ''I think we should tell Luke about this theory, don't you think ?''
R: ''I'm sure he will find it very..............informative.''
L: ''Let's go !''
*~*~*
L: ''Luke do you know that most of my brain is filled with information about the movies I have watched and the different kinds of coffee I have tasted. Which are a lot might I add.''
Luke placed the plates he was holding on one of the tables and made his way over to the two Gilmore Girls, who were sitting at the counter.
Luke: ''Do I have to call the shrink again ?''
L: ''No, but you may have to call every single newspaper in America.''
Luke: ''What are you talking about ?''
L: ''About the little theory me and Rory made up.''
Luke: ''You might wanna look up those last two words.''
L: ''Well, it may be made up, but it's a real realistic made up theory.''
Luke: ''I can't believe it's true.''
L: ''What ?''
Luke: ''You two do need coffee to think clearly.''
Luke shot Lorelai a look and gestured for Jess to give them some coffee as he went back to taking orders. Lorelai stuck out her tongue at Luke's back before she grabbed her coffee and took a sip. Rory finished her coffee in one gulp, wishing that the hot liquid would have burned her thoughts instead of her throat. Tristan had been on her mind ever since she had stopped doing her homework. She looked at Jess, who was reading when he should be working.
R: ''Jess ?''
J: ''Yeah ?''
He stopped reading, but kept his eyes on the page in front of him.
R: ''Is it okay if I go upstairs ?''
J: ''Sure, just don't make a mess.''
Rory rolled her eyes as she went behind the counter and headed for the stairs.
R: ''Like I could make it worse.''
J: ''I'll be up as soon as I'm done with my shift.''
R: ''Don't work too hard.''
J: ''I won't.''
Jess turned the page, ignoring Luke's angry voice.
*~*~*
Upstairs, it took Rory only a minute to find a book she liked and install herself in one of Luke's comfy armchairs. It took even less time for her to become caught up in the book. It was a romance novel with heated scenes and words between the two main characters. That lead her distraction to a temptation. Thoughts of Tristan once again took over her once clear mind. She thought of Tristan touching her, his touch being like flames licking at a piece of paper. Soon the entire piece of paper would be burning and there would be no way back.
J: ''Interesting book ?''
Rory's impure flow of thoughts were abruptly stopped as she looked up from her book and spotted Jess standing in front of her. Rory immediately started to blush and lowered her eyes. Jess saw, but decided not to be too hard on her.
J: ''If you want me to explain anything, just ask.''
His comment made Rory's cheeks turn bright red. Jess softly laughed as he lay down on his bed with the book he was reading earlier. No words were exchanged between them as they each started to read. At one point, Jess did look up from his book for a second and caught Rory staring at the wall. She had a dreamy expression in her already starry eyes and a smile was playfully tugging at her lips. He also noticed that the redness in her cheeks had decreased, though they were still flushed. He went back to his book, a little confused by her appearance. Sometimes he was glad that he didn't understand a girl's mind.
*R*E*V*I*E*W*! Please ? :-) Yeah, yeah, I know. I need to write some real R/T action right ? Well, it will happen.......eventually. But don't forget that I do want the story to have some substance, so I hope you understand. Thanks! :-)