*Disclaimer: I don't own the series Gilmore Girls or the characters. All I
own is my imagination and the plot.
*A/N: Hey! :-) Another chapter and though this story isn't as 'popular' as the Lit I'm working on at the moment, I still enjoy writing my first and probably only Trory. I don't have anything else to say, except ENJOY! :-)
*~*~*:-)*~*~*Bye, smile :-)
''Don't forget our assignment is due on Monday and in order for it to be finished by Monday, both you and I have to work on it in the weekend,'' Paris said, emphasizing the last part of the sentence.
Rory sighed. ''Paris, I know all this. We went over this in class and at lunch,'' Rory said, as she closed her locker and turned around to face Paris.
''Well, you know what they say, right ? Three time's the charm.''
''Since you have said it three times, does that mean that I'm free to go ?''
Paris shot her a look.
''You make it sound like I forced you to stay here, which I did not. All I did was........''
''Paris, I'm going to miss my bus if I don't go now,'' Rory interrupted.
''Fine, but don't forget, that assignment counts as 25% of our final grade !'' Paris yelled, as Rory started to head for the exit.
''And that's four,'' Rory whispered, as she pushed open the door with her hips, smiling at Paris before heading outside.
The door closed behind her and she lowered her head as she started to make her way towards the bus stop. Every now and then she would brush passed someone, but she would never bump in to anyone. It was a skill she learned from taking a book to school every day. A small smile appeared on Rory's face, but disappeared as soon as she lifted up her head.
''No !'' she yelled, as her bus drove off, leaving her standing in the dust.
Rory stopped walking and sighed as she checked her watch. She turned around and walked over to one of the benches, that were conveniently placed in front of Chilton. She silently cursed Paris as she sat down. Why couldn't she just trust that Rory would make sure that their assignment would be done by Monday ? Rory was a perfectionist after all. And she had already planned to start on it on Saturday. Rory sighed as she straightened out the wrinkles in her plaided skirt.
For a couple of minutes she watched the expensive cars that were leaving Chilton's parking lot one by one, but soon it got depressing, so she studied her shoes instead. She heard another car approaching her, but didn't look up until it stopped right in front of her. Rory looked up at the tainted windows, wondering who was driving this excessive piece of metal. Suddenly the window rolled down and she was greeted by Tristan's amused smirk.
''Waiting for anyone in particular, Mary ?''
''Yeah, my big yellow friend who goes by the name bus,'' Rory answered, not intimidated by his fancy car or appearance.
Tristan slightly smiled and leaned over to open the passenger's door.
''Get in.''
''You know, I'm not some girl you can just pick up at a street corner,'' Rory said, as she crossed her arms and glared at him.
Tristan looked at her. She wasn't even making the slightest attempt to get up. She just sat there with her arms crossed, apparently offended by his earlier comment.
''Mary, I didn't mean to offend you in any way. I was just offering you a...........''
''Ride ?'' Rory asked.
Tristan ostentatiously smirked at her, as vivid images started to run through his mind.
''I couldn't have said it better myself.''
Rory shook her head at her own stupidity. For a split second she forgot that she was talking to Tristan DuGrey and that he liked to turn everything in to something sexual.
''I should have known you would say something like that. It was so typical and..........''
''Just tell me to go and I will,'' Tristan said, as he looked her in the eyes.
Rory lowered her gaze to her watch and sighed as she got up.
''Just get your ego to move to the backseat.''
Tristan didn't say anything as she got in to the passenger's seat. All he did was look at her, with a satisfied gleam in his seemingly utopian eyes. As soon as Rory closed the door, Tristan drove off. While Tristan was keeping his attention on the road, Rory glanced around the car. Almost immediately she noticed the pillow, that was as white as a pillow they had in hospitals, and the blue duffel bag that were lying on the backseat.
''Sleep over party ?'' Rory asked, motioning towards the backseat.
''Sort of. I'm staying with a friend tonight.''
''Male bonding or..........?''
Tristan slightly smiled at her words before he answered.
''I'm home alone tonight.''
''Why ?'' Rory asked, as she looked at the side of Tristan's face, not aware of how close she was coming to the truth.
''Because my parents aren't home. They're staying at an hotel or something. Preparing for Janlan's..........funeral,'' Tristan said, struggling with the last two words.
''Well, shouldn't you be there too ?''
Tristan cringed at her question and immediately pulled over.
''Tristan, wha............''
''I think it would be better if you just wait for the next bus to arrive. After all, Stars Hollow is out of my way,'' Tristan harshly said, not looking at Rory.
''.........yeah, but why did you.............''
''Get out of the car, please,'' Tristan said, in a demanding yet pleading tone.
Rory looked at him, meeting his eyes for a brief moment. She nodded.
''Okay.''
She silently opened the door and got out. Tristan drove off with a guilty conscience, but never once did he look back.
Rory got out her cell phone as she tried to be angry with Tristan for leaving her. But the truth was, she wasn't feeling the least bit angry towards him. She understood that she had pushed him too far, though she didn't know where the limit was. She started to walk back in the direction of Chilton, as she dialed Luke's number, figuring that her mom was still at work.
''Luke, can you put Jess on please ?''
She heard Luke yell Jess' name on the other end of the line, followed by a silent curse before she finally heard Jess' voice.
''Yeah ?'' he asked.
''Jess, can you come and get me ? I'm at Chilton. I know it's short notice, but I missed my bus and I was supposed to get a ride, but obviously that didn't work out.''
''Can't you just wait for the next bus ?'' Jess asked, in a playful voice.
''Jess !''
''I'm already on my way,'' he said, right before he hung up.
Rory slipped her cell phone back in to her backpack and sat down on the same bench she had been sitting on before. Only this time, there were no cars to keep her company.
*~*~*
Finally a car stopped in front of her and Jess got out, a worried expression on his face though he was trying to hide it.
''Are you okay ?''
''I'm still intact,'' Rory answered, as she got up. ''Thanks for picking me up.''
Jess nodded as he opened the passenger's door for her.
''Ah, you took the course 'Basic manners in ten minutes', didn't you ?'' Rory asked mockingly, as she got in the car.
Jess rolled his eyes as he closed the door and got in himself.
''So, what happened ?'' he asked, as he maneuvered the car back on the road.
Rory shrugged. ''I missed the bus.''
''What about the ride you were supposed to get ?'' Jess asked, smirking.
''Jess,'' Rory said warningly.
''What ?! I meant it in a normal way. No sexual references intended.''
''Tristan offered to drive me........''
''The guy that made you all hot and bothered two days ago ?'' Jess artfully asked.
Rory blushed and lowered her eyes to her hands.
''So, I got in his car and...........''
''Did he touch you ?'' Jess interrupted once more.
''God, no ! Stop sounding like Luke. Anyway, I noticed a pillow and........''
''Ah, geez,'' Jess whispered.
Rory hit him on the arm.
''......and a duffel bag. So, I asked him about it. At one point we hit the subject of his grandfather's funeral and I asked why he wasn't going. That's when he told me to get out and that Stars Hollow was out of his way.''
''Where does he live ?'' Jess asked.
''Hartford.''
''He has a slight point,'' Jess said.
''I know, but he knew how far Stars Hollow was from Hartford before he offered to drive me home.''
Jess glanced at her.
''You're bothered by this ?''
''This ?'' Rory asked.
''Yeah, him not talking to you and snapping at you,'' Jess explained.
''No, I'm not,'' Rory said stubbornly.
There was a short silence between them, before Rory spoke again.
''I could care less.''
Rory crossed her arms as she stared out the window, trying to be angry at Tristan.
*~*~*
Meanwhile Tristan was on his way home. After the incident with Rory, he had changed his mind about staying with his friend. Maybe it would be nice to have the house to himself for one day. Not that he hadn't spend enough days and nights in that house without his parents, but tonight there would be no personnel either. Tonight there would be no footsteps on the staircases and no voices gossiping in the kitchen.
After a few minutes he had parked his car on the driveway and was heading towards the main entrance. He unlocked the door and stepped into the colossal hallway, listening to the silence he was used to after all these years. He locked the door behind him and headed for the kitchen, dropping his keys on the dresser on his way. On the shining kitchen table he found a note from his favorite maid, Paola, telling him that dinner was in the fridge and that all he had to do was heat it up. Tristan smiled at her caring gesture, before moving on to the sterile and characterless living room.
He walked over to the answering machine and pushed the button, barely touching his. There was one message on the machine, from his parents.
''Hey sweetie. We just wanted to call you and let you know that we arrived safely. The preparations for....uhm.....Janlan's funeral are almost complete. .......Listen honey, we're really sorry, but we decided that it's for the best. It isn't a place for young adults anyway. We'll call again after the funeral. ..........Take care.''
Tristan immediately deleted the message. He knew that his mother was talking on behalf of his father, even though she kept saying we. Even on the phone, his mom sounded impersonal, even though she tried very hard to act her part as a loving mother by calling him sweetie and pretending to care about him.
Tristan went back in to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. He smiled when he saw that Paola had covered his dinner with thin foil. It was mournful that Paola was the closest thing he had ever had to a mother.
*R*E*V*I*E*W*! Please ? :-) A quick question, do any of you visit fanfiction during the week ? Oh yeah, thanks again for the reviews. I really appreciate them and since this is my very first Trory, your comments mean a lot. Thanks! :-)
*A/N: Hey! :-) Another chapter and though this story isn't as 'popular' as the Lit I'm working on at the moment, I still enjoy writing my first and probably only Trory. I don't have anything else to say, except ENJOY! :-)
*~*~*:-)*~*~*Bye, smile :-)
''Don't forget our assignment is due on Monday and in order for it to be finished by Monday, both you and I have to work on it in the weekend,'' Paris said, emphasizing the last part of the sentence.
Rory sighed. ''Paris, I know all this. We went over this in class and at lunch,'' Rory said, as she closed her locker and turned around to face Paris.
''Well, you know what they say, right ? Three time's the charm.''
''Since you have said it three times, does that mean that I'm free to go ?''
Paris shot her a look.
''You make it sound like I forced you to stay here, which I did not. All I did was........''
''Paris, I'm going to miss my bus if I don't go now,'' Rory interrupted.
''Fine, but don't forget, that assignment counts as 25% of our final grade !'' Paris yelled, as Rory started to head for the exit.
''And that's four,'' Rory whispered, as she pushed open the door with her hips, smiling at Paris before heading outside.
The door closed behind her and she lowered her head as she started to make her way towards the bus stop. Every now and then she would brush passed someone, but she would never bump in to anyone. It was a skill she learned from taking a book to school every day. A small smile appeared on Rory's face, but disappeared as soon as she lifted up her head.
''No !'' she yelled, as her bus drove off, leaving her standing in the dust.
Rory stopped walking and sighed as she checked her watch. She turned around and walked over to one of the benches, that were conveniently placed in front of Chilton. She silently cursed Paris as she sat down. Why couldn't she just trust that Rory would make sure that their assignment would be done by Monday ? Rory was a perfectionist after all. And she had already planned to start on it on Saturday. Rory sighed as she straightened out the wrinkles in her plaided skirt.
For a couple of minutes she watched the expensive cars that were leaving Chilton's parking lot one by one, but soon it got depressing, so she studied her shoes instead. She heard another car approaching her, but didn't look up until it stopped right in front of her. Rory looked up at the tainted windows, wondering who was driving this excessive piece of metal. Suddenly the window rolled down and she was greeted by Tristan's amused smirk.
''Waiting for anyone in particular, Mary ?''
''Yeah, my big yellow friend who goes by the name bus,'' Rory answered, not intimidated by his fancy car or appearance.
Tristan slightly smiled and leaned over to open the passenger's door.
''Get in.''
''You know, I'm not some girl you can just pick up at a street corner,'' Rory said, as she crossed her arms and glared at him.
Tristan looked at her. She wasn't even making the slightest attempt to get up. She just sat there with her arms crossed, apparently offended by his earlier comment.
''Mary, I didn't mean to offend you in any way. I was just offering you a...........''
''Ride ?'' Rory asked.
Tristan ostentatiously smirked at her, as vivid images started to run through his mind.
''I couldn't have said it better myself.''
Rory shook her head at her own stupidity. For a split second she forgot that she was talking to Tristan DuGrey and that he liked to turn everything in to something sexual.
''I should have known you would say something like that. It was so typical and..........''
''Just tell me to go and I will,'' Tristan said, as he looked her in the eyes.
Rory lowered her gaze to her watch and sighed as she got up.
''Just get your ego to move to the backseat.''
Tristan didn't say anything as she got in to the passenger's seat. All he did was look at her, with a satisfied gleam in his seemingly utopian eyes. As soon as Rory closed the door, Tristan drove off. While Tristan was keeping his attention on the road, Rory glanced around the car. Almost immediately she noticed the pillow, that was as white as a pillow they had in hospitals, and the blue duffel bag that were lying on the backseat.
''Sleep over party ?'' Rory asked, motioning towards the backseat.
''Sort of. I'm staying with a friend tonight.''
''Male bonding or..........?''
Tristan slightly smiled at her words before he answered.
''I'm home alone tonight.''
''Why ?'' Rory asked, as she looked at the side of Tristan's face, not aware of how close she was coming to the truth.
''Because my parents aren't home. They're staying at an hotel or something. Preparing for Janlan's..........funeral,'' Tristan said, struggling with the last two words.
''Well, shouldn't you be there too ?''
Tristan cringed at her question and immediately pulled over.
''Tristan, wha............''
''I think it would be better if you just wait for the next bus to arrive. After all, Stars Hollow is out of my way,'' Tristan harshly said, not looking at Rory.
''.........yeah, but why did you.............''
''Get out of the car, please,'' Tristan said, in a demanding yet pleading tone.
Rory looked at him, meeting his eyes for a brief moment. She nodded.
''Okay.''
She silently opened the door and got out. Tristan drove off with a guilty conscience, but never once did he look back.
Rory got out her cell phone as she tried to be angry with Tristan for leaving her. But the truth was, she wasn't feeling the least bit angry towards him. She understood that she had pushed him too far, though she didn't know where the limit was. She started to walk back in the direction of Chilton, as she dialed Luke's number, figuring that her mom was still at work.
''Luke, can you put Jess on please ?''
She heard Luke yell Jess' name on the other end of the line, followed by a silent curse before she finally heard Jess' voice.
''Yeah ?'' he asked.
''Jess, can you come and get me ? I'm at Chilton. I know it's short notice, but I missed my bus and I was supposed to get a ride, but obviously that didn't work out.''
''Can't you just wait for the next bus ?'' Jess asked, in a playful voice.
''Jess !''
''I'm already on my way,'' he said, right before he hung up.
Rory slipped her cell phone back in to her backpack and sat down on the same bench she had been sitting on before. Only this time, there were no cars to keep her company.
*~*~*
Finally a car stopped in front of her and Jess got out, a worried expression on his face though he was trying to hide it.
''Are you okay ?''
''I'm still intact,'' Rory answered, as she got up. ''Thanks for picking me up.''
Jess nodded as he opened the passenger's door for her.
''Ah, you took the course 'Basic manners in ten minutes', didn't you ?'' Rory asked mockingly, as she got in the car.
Jess rolled his eyes as he closed the door and got in himself.
''So, what happened ?'' he asked, as he maneuvered the car back on the road.
Rory shrugged. ''I missed the bus.''
''What about the ride you were supposed to get ?'' Jess asked, smirking.
''Jess,'' Rory said warningly.
''What ?! I meant it in a normal way. No sexual references intended.''
''Tristan offered to drive me........''
''The guy that made you all hot and bothered two days ago ?'' Jess artfully asked.
Rory blushed and lowered her eyes to her hands.
''So, I got in his car and...........''
''Did he touch you ?'' Jess interrupted once more.
''God, no ! Stop sounding like Luke. Anyway, I noticed a pillow and........''
''Ah, geez,'' Jess whispered.
Rory hit him on the arm.
''......and a duffel bag. So, I asked him about it. At one point we hit the subject of his grandfather's funeral and I asked why he wasn't going. That's when he told me to get out and that Stars Hollow was out of his way.''
''Where does he live ?'' Jess asked.
''Hartford.''
''He has a slight point,'' Jess said.
''I know, but he knew how far Stars Hollow was from Hartford before he offered to drive me home.''
Jess glanced at her.
''You're bothered by this ?''
''This ?'' Rory asked.
''Yeah, him not talking to you and snapping at you,'' Jess explained.
''No, I'm not,'' Rory said stubbornly.
There was a short silence between them, before Rory spoke again.
''I could care less.''
Rory crossed her arms as she stared out the window, trying to be angry at Tristan.
*~*~*
Meanwhile Tristan was on his way home. After the incident with Rory, he had changed his mind about staying with his friend. Maybe it would be nice to have the house to himself for one day. Not that he hadn't spend enough days and nights in that house without his parents, but tonight there would be no personnel either. Tonight there would be no footsteps on the staircases and no voices gossiping in the kitchen.
After a few minutes he had parked his car on the driveway and was heading towards the main entrance. He unlocked the door and stepped into the colossal hallway, listening to the silence he was used to after all these years. He locked the door behind him and headed for the kitchen, dropping his keys on the dresser on his way. On the shining kitchen table he found a note from his favorite maid, Paola, telling him that dinner was in the fridge and that all he had to do was heat it up. Tristan smiled at her caring gesture, before moving on to the sterile and characterless living room.
He walked over to the answering machine and pushed the button, barely touching his. There was one message on the machine, from his parents.
''Hey sweetie. We just wanted to call you and let you know that we arrived safely. The preparations for....uhm.....Janlan's funeral are almost complete. .......Listen honey, we're really sorry, but we decided that it's for the best. It isn't a place for young adults anyway. We'll call again after the funeral. ..........Take care.''
Tristan immediately deleted the message. He knew that his mother was talking on behalf of his father, even though she kept saying we. Even on the phone, his mom sounded impersonal, even though she tried very hard to act her part as a loving mother by calling him sweetie and pretending to care about him.
Tristan went back in to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. He smiled when he saw that Paola had covered his dinner with thin foil. It was mournful that Paola was the closest thing he had ever had to a mother.
*R*E*V*I*E*W*! Please ? :-) A quick question, do any of you visit fanfiction during the week ? Oh yeah, thanks again for the reviews. I really appreciate them and since this is my very first Trory, your comments mean a lot. Thanks! :-)