AN: Hello my gorgeous people!
I KNOW, I KNOW, I'VE BEEN NAUGHTY. BUT I WAS WRITING CHANDELIER AND I WAS A TINY BIT TOO BUSY TO PAY ATTENTION TO EMAF.
But now I'm back! Sitting in front of my computer, eating watermelon evenly cut up, with a fork, all compliments of my mommy dearest, typing the message that I am typing the message.
ENJOY, AND THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF THIS BOWL *greedily eats watermelon and jabs at bowl with pointy fork* FOR REVIEWING AND READING OF COURSE : )
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As Rory regretfully woke up from a strange but pleasant dream, she heard the dim sound of the telephone ringing.
She groaned and groped for the phone on her nightstand.
"Hello?" She grunted.
Someone laughed on the other end. "Someone's not up yet."
"Should I be?" She asked, realizing it was Tristan.
"Well yes, its five past ten."
"You're very punctual, do you know that?"
"Should I call back?"
"No, that's alright. Let me just make my way to a coffee maker..."
"A coffee maker? How many do you have?" Tristan asked incredulously.
"Three." Rory replied, yawning.
"Why do you need three?"
"So it takes about fifteen or so steps to reach one from anywhere in the suite."
He laughed.
"And that, Bible boy, is where fame comes in handy."
"I knew you'd see the light."
"I'd say...is it meant to be this bright this time of day?" Rory asked, squinting her eyes at the window.
"Yes, Mary. We on earth like to call this time of day, morning."
"How did you get this number anyway?"
"Oh, I called your agent yesterday."
"Kate? Uh-oh. How did that conversation go?"
"Quite strange actually."
"Care to elaborate?"
"Not really," He grinned, "So, where would you like to go?"
"I don't know," Rory said thoughtfully, "You pick."
"How about...Porcelain house?"
"Are you kidding? I love that place."
"I know." He smirked.
"...Kate just gives away random pieces of information like that, huh." She said, amused.
"Very willingly." Tristan agreed.
Rory yawned again. "Well, Dugrey, I will see you at..what time?"
"How about six-ish? I'll come pick you up."
"Alright," She said, rubbing her eyes, "I'll see you then. Bye."
"Bye, Mary."
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At six, Rory was flipping through the television channels, patiently waiting for Tristan to arrive.
She was wearing a navy turtleneck, a black mini skirt, complete with matte black tights and boots.
The outfit was casual, but gave off a stylish vibe.
The doorbell rang, and Rory opened it to reveal a middle-aged man, who told her he was Tristan's driver and would she please follow him.
Rory followed him briskly outside where a sleek black car was waiting, she climbed inside.
"Mary." He greeted.
"Rory."
"We have to stop meeting like this." He smirked.
"You have to stop stalking like this." She smirked right back.
"You learnt that off me." He accused, as the car left the front of Madison Hotel.
"Excuse me," She said mock indignantly, "I have a smirk of my own."
"Admit it, I'm your idol." He teased.
"I'm going to jump out of the car."
"We wouldn't want that. Death is so fickle." He smirked.
She gave him a whack to the head but smiled never the less.
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They arrived at the beautiful two-storey restaurant that was Porcelain House in no time at all.
Well, maybe that was just because Rory and Tristan were in their own little world.
Tristan took a brief falter in the bantering to peer out through the car's dark tinted windows.
"Oh no." Tristan said.
"What?" Rory asked.
"Our favorite camera-welding, microphone jabbing friends."
"How did they know we were going to be here?"
"We can leave if you want." Tristan said, as the car slowed down towards the entrance of the restaurant.
Rory shook her head firmly. "I love this restaurant, and they are not going to stop me from going out and having fun."
"Hear, hear." Tristan said, smirking.
"Shut up." She told him, laughing.
The car door opened and Rory was nearly blinded by the sudden flashing of camera lights.
"Smile." Tristan whispered through clenched teeth.
Rory smiled timidly at the small crowd of photographers, as their driver and some of the restaurant's hired help tried to keep the paparazzi at bay.
Rory, on instinct, grabbed onto Tristan's hand, and he smiled at the contact.
Upon entering the Italian restaurant, they were ushered into a beautiful room on the second floor, complete with a balcony and candles.
"Its beautiful." Rory breathed, as she gazed at the city skylights.
"You're beautiful." Tristan said fondly, not even noticing the skylights, just her.
"You are so full of it." She wrinkled her nose, smiling.
Suddenly the door to their room opened, and in came Hue, the owner of the restaurant, positively beamed at them.
He kissed Rory on the cheek.
"Hello Hue." She greeted.
"Rory! I was wondering when you were going to come back."
"You know I always will. Tristan, Hue, he owns this grand place, and Hue, Tristan."
"What? I don't get a small prologue?" Tristan said in mock indignation.
Hue gave a loud laugh. "No need for that, Mr. Dugrey. Welcome to Porcelain House!"
"Thank you." Tristan replied, smiling.
"Well, I'll let you two order, and I'll be back in ten minutes, okay?"
Rory nodded. "Thank you for the room, Hue."
"You have it the wrong way around." Hue said, grinning before leaving.
"So, couldn't wait to see me again." Rory stated, as Tristan pulled out her chair for her.
"That sounds like me." He smirked.
"You're a bad influence...but with manners I see."
He sat down and gazed at her. "Manners? Not really, that's only a front I put on when I'm in your presence."
Rory raised an eyebrow, smiling. "Should I be flattered?"
"Most definitely."
Rory flicked through the menu. "Do you ever hear from Paris?"
"Where did that come from?" Tristan glanced up from the wine menu.
"I don't know. I talked to her a few months ago and she said was going to call you, to catch up."
"She hasn't called, but she's probably still hopelessly in love with me." Tristan joked.
"You know, I don't think I was ever quite forgiven for trying to set the two of you up."
He laughed. "Probably not. Hey, you should sleep with an eye open just in case a deranged Paris comes screaming into your room with a knife in the middle of the night."
Rory chuckled and rolled her eyes. "And, let me guess, you'll be my knight in shining armor."
He winked at her. "You're getting good at this."
She smiled at him. "Speaking of Chilton, did you get a call from K news?"
"As a matter of fact, yes I did. A reunion?"
"Could I handle it?" Rory said, shaking her head.
Tristan gave a dramatic sigh. "Ah, reliving my glory days-"
"-Till you got your ass shipped off to boot camp." She said dryly.
"Well, my reign had to end somewhere." He leered.
"A North Carolina somewhere?"
"If you want to be specific." He said in amusement.
"So are you going to do the reunion?"
"Well, apparently, both of us have to agree."
"But it could be K news...retitled 'Just Tristan'!" She mock protested, giving a nice flourish of her arms to emphasis her point.
"You've been watching too much Will & Grace."
She pouted. "I can imagine humiliating myself on television."
"What could possibly happen?"
"Everything that you might think is impossible might not be."
"That almost sounded like quote worth noting..." He mused, grinning.
"I'm serious," She insisted, "I was a loner! Oh, of course you'll be fine, King of Chilton and all that."
"Nice to hear that from you, Mary." He smirked.
"I'll have to talk about how I ate lunch in the library and you'll be talking about your flavour of the weeks."
"Hey, I can STILL be talking about my flavor of the weeks..." Tristan said defensively.
"How lovely." She said, rolling her eyes.
"Good to know you think so." He smirked at her.
"You know what I mean," She said, rolling her eyes, "And you do realize why they're doing this?"
"Um...yes?"
"They're trying to uncover secrets where there aren't any!"
"I...need that de-coded."
She gave him a look. "They're trying to figure out what happened between you and me."
He gave her a wide smirk. "Oh, now that, I can understand."
"Good to know education isn't overrated."
"...We only kissed once." He gave a small cough. "But it was still once."
"Is it that big a deal to you?" Tristan asked, brow furrowed.
"I like my privacy." Rory said simply.
"But isn't that the price of fame?"
"Too bad I can't get a refund."
"You would give up acting, just for your privacy?" He was surprised.
"Not only mine, my mom has strange people knocking on her door and Star's Hollow isn't that much of a small town anymore."
"You're strange." He told her, still puzzled at how Rory Gilmore's mind worked.
"When they said, Chilton reunion? Did they mean just us?"
"Well..." Tristan got an idea, "I think so, but we could ask for our entire class. Home-group, so to speak."
"I guess."
"Think about it." Tristan told her, just as Hue came back in.
They ordered and the conversation steered towards lighter subjects, they tended to not so much talk about their careers, although Rory nearly choked on her food listening to Tristan talking the pranks that he was known for pulling on set.
He had teased her relentlessly and she shot back at him with wit Tristan knew rare people possessed.
Rory told Tristan about her mom and her crazy hometown, a place where Taylor demanded that Doose's fruit display be lined up symmetrically and the fruits placed alphabetically, was completely normal.
Tristan had proceeded to engage her in conversation about Ellie and Luke and Jess and everyone living in Star's Hollow, as he found it hardly believable that all these highly interestingly insane people all lived in one town.
Rory nodded in confirmation, yes indeed, never a dull day there.
Tristan cared enough to share some of his shady childhood and Rory begun to understand why he was what he was at Chilton.
They had the beginnings of a beautiful friendship, opening up to each other the way they couldn't nine years back.
After dinner, and a thousand praises from Hue, they left the restaurant, Rory glowing from the evening.
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"I wonder why they always leave after half an hour or so." Tristan mused, glancing at the spot where the paparazzi previously were.
"They have short attention spans."
"Or maybe we're not famous enough for them." Tristan gave a sniff.
She grinned at him. "Like you seriously believe that!" She scoffed.
"...Nah."
"I thought not."
"You cold?" He asked her, as he watched her give a small shiver as a gust breezed past them.
"N-no."
He smirked. "Sure."
He slung an arm around her and drew her closer.
Rory stiffened but then relaxed.
He was so warm and it just felt so right.
They walked in silence, both deeply consumed in their own thoughts.
But his arm never moved and Rory liked it that way.
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AN: Should I beg?
Should I grovel?
Should I personally see to it that you get assassinated if you don't review?
NAH. TOO MUCH EFFORT : )
Reviews would be much appreciated. Thank you. AND YOU AND YOU AND YOU! WHHEEEE!
I KNOW, I KNOW, I'VE BEEN NAUGHTY. BUT I WAS WRITING CHANDELIER AND I WAS A TINY BIT TOO BUSY TO PAY ATTENTION TO EMAF.
But now I'm back! Sitting in front of my computer, eating watermelon evenly cut up, with a fork, all compliments of my mommy dearest, typing the message that I am typing the message.
ENJOY, AND THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF THIS BOWL *greedily eats watermelon and jabs at bowl with pointy fork* FOR REVIEWING AND READING OF COURSE : )
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As Rory regretfully woke up from a strange but pleasant dream, she heard the dim sound of the telephone ringing.
She groaned and groped for the phone on her nightstand.
"Hello?" She grunted.
Someone laughed on the other end. "Someone's not up yet."
"Should I be?" She asked, realizing it was Tristan.
"Well yes, its five past ten."
"You're very punctual, do you know that?"
"Should I call back?"
"No, that's alright. Let me just make my way to a coffee maker..."
"A coffee maker? How many do you have?" Tristan asked incredulously.
"Three." Rory replied, yawning.
"Why do you need three?"
"So it takes about fifteen or so steps to reach one from anywhere in the suite."
He laughed.
"And that, Bible boy, is where fame comes in handy."
"I knew you'd see the light."
"I'd say...is it meant to be this bright this time of day?" Rory asked, squinting her eyes at the window.
"Yes, Mary. We on earth like to call this time of day, morning."
"How did you get this number anyway?"
"Oh, I called your agent yesterday."
"Kate? Uh-oh. How did that conversation go?"
"Quite strange actually."
"Care to elaborate?"
"Not really," He grinned, "So, where would you like to go?"
"I don't know," Rory said thoughtfully, "You pick."
"How about...Porcelain house?"
"Are you kidding? I love that place."
"I know." He smirked.
"...Kate just gives away random pieces of information like that, huh." She said, amused.
"Very willingly." Tristan agreed.
Rory yawned again. "Well, Dugrey, I will see you at..what time?"
"How about six-ish? I'll come pick you up."
"Alright," She said, rubbing her eyes, "I'll see you then. Bye."
"Bye, Mary."
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At six, Rory was flipping through the television channels, patiently waiting for Tristan to arrive.
She was wearing a navy turtleneck, a black mini skirt, complete with matte black tights and boots.
The outfit was casual, but gave off a stylish vibe.
The doorbell rang, and Rory opened it to reveal a middle-aged man, who told her he was Tristan's driver and would she please follow him.
Rory followed him briskly outside where a sleek black car was waiting, she climbed inside.
"Mary." He greeted.
"Rory."
"We have to stop meeting like this." He smirked.
"You have to stop stalking like this." She smirked right back.
"You learnt that off me." He accused, as the car left the front of Madison Hotel.
"Excuse me," She said mock indignantly, "I have a smirk of my own."
"Admit it, I'm your idol." He teased.
"I'm going to jump out of the car."
"We wouldn't want that. Death is so fickle." He smirked.
She gave him a whack to the head but smiled never the less.
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They arrived at the beautiful two-storey restaurant that was Porcelain House in no time at all.
Well, maybe that was just because Rory and Tristan were in their own little world.
Tristan took a brief falter in the bantering to peer out through the car's dark tinted windows.
"Oh no." Tristan said.
"What?" Rory asked.
"Our favorite camera-welding, microphone jabbing friends."
"How did they know we were going to be here?"
"We can leave if you want." Tristan said, as the car slowed down towards the entrance of the restaurant.
Rory shook her head firmly. "I love this restaurant, and they are not going to stop me from going out and having fun."
"Hear, hear." Tristan said, smirking.
"Shut up." She told him, laughing.
The car door opened and Rory was nearly blinded by the sudden flashing of camera lights.
"Smile." Tristan whispered through clenched teeth.
Rory smiled timidly at the small crowd of photographers, as their driver and some of the restaurant's hired help tried to keep the paparazzi at bay.
Rory, on instinct, grabbed onto Tristan's hand, and he smiled at the contact.
Upon entering the Italian restaurant, they were ushered into a beautiful room on the second floor, complete with a balcony and candles.
"Its beautiful." Rory breathed, as she gazed at the city skylights.
"You're beautiful." Tristan said fondly, not even noticing the skylights, just her.
"You are so full of it." She wrinkled her nose, smiling.
Suddenly the door to their room opened, and in came Hue, the owner of the restaurant, positively beamed at them.
He kissed Rory on the cheek.
"Hello Hue." She greeted.
"Rory! I was wondering when you were going to come back."
"You know I always will. Tristan, Hue, he owns this grand place, and Hue, Tristan."
"What? I don't get a small prologue?" Tristan said in mock indignation.
Hue gave a loud laugh. "No need for that, Mr. Dugrey. Welcome to Porcelain House!"
"Thank you." Tristan replied, smiling.
"Well, I'll let you two order, and I'll be back in ten minutes, okay?"
Rory nodded. "Thank you for the room, Hue."
"You have it the wrong way around." Hue said, grinning before leaving.
"So, couldn't wait to see me again." Rory stated, as Tristan pulled out her chair for her.
"That sounds like me." He smirked.
"You're a bad influence...but with manners I see."
He sat down and gazed at her. "Manners? Not really, that's only a front I put on when I'm in your presence."
Rory raised an eyebrow, smiling. "Should I be flattered?"
"Most definitely."
Rory flicked through the menu. "Do you ever hear from Paris?"
"Where did that come from?" Tristan glanced up from the wine menu.
"I don't know. I talked to her a few months ago and she said was going to call you, to catch up."
"She hasn't called, but she's probably still hopelessly in love with me." Tristan joked.
"You know, I don't think I was ever quite forgiven for trying to set the two of you up."
He laughed. "Probably not. Hey, you should sleep with an eye open just in case a deranged Paris comes screaming into your room with a knife in the middle of the night."
Rory chuckled and rolled her eyes. "And, let me guess, you'll be my knight in shining armor."
He winked at her. "You're getting good at this."
She smiled at him. "Speaking of Chilton, did you get a call from K news?"
"As a matter of fact, yes I did. A reunion?"
"Could I handle it?" Rory said, shaking her head.
Tristan gave a dramatic sigh. "Ah, reliving my glory days-"
"-Till you got your ass shipped off to boot camp." She said dryly.
"Well, my reign had to end somewhere." He leered.
"A North Carolina somewhere?"
"If you want to be specific." He said in amusement.
"So are you going to do the reunion?"
"Well, apparently, both of us have to agree."
"But it could be K news...retitled 'Just Tristan'!" She mock protested, giving a nice flourish of her arms to emphasis her point.
"You've been watching too much Will & Grace."
She pouted. "I can imagine humiliating myself on television."
"What could possibly happen?"
"Everything that you might think is impossible might not be."
"That almost sounded like quote worth noting..." He mused, grinning.
"I'm serious," She insisted, "I was a loner! Oh, of course you'll be fine, King of Chilton and all that."
"Nice to hear that from you, Mary." He smirked.
"I'll have to talk about how I ate lunch in the library and you'll be talking about your flavour of the weeks."
"Hey, I can STILL be talking about my flavor of the weeks..." Tristan said defensively.
"How lovely." She said, rolling her eyes.
"Good to know you think so." He smirked at her.
"You know what I mean," She said, rolling her eyes, "And you do realize why they're doing this?"
"Um...yes?"
"They're trying to uncover secrets where there aren't any!"
"I...need that de-coded."
She gave him a look. "They're trying to figure out what happened between you and me."
He gave her a wide smirk. "Oh, now that, I can understand."
"Good to know education isn't overrated."
"...We only kissed once." He gave a small cough. "But it was still once."
"Is it that big a deal to you?" Tristan asked, brow furrowed.
"I like my privacy." Rory said simply.
"But isn't that the price of fame?"
"Too bad I can't get a refund."
"You would give up acting, just for your privacy?" He was surprised.
"Not only mine, my mom has strange people knocking on her door and Star's Hollow isn't that much of a small town anymore."
"You're strange." He told her, still puzzled at how Rory Gilmore's mind worked.
"When they said, Chilton reunion? Did they mean just us?"
"Well..." Tristan got an idea, "I think so, but we could ask for our entire class. Home-group, so to speak."
"I guess."
"Think about it." Tristan told her, just as Hue came back in.
They ordered and the conversation steered towards lighter subjects, they tended to not so much talk about their careers, although Rory nearly choked on her food listening to Tristan talking the pranks that he was known for pulling on set.
He had teased her relentlessly and she shot back at him with wit Tristan knew rare people possessed.
Rory told Tristan about her mom and her crazy hometown, a place where Taylor demanded that Doose's fruit display be lined up symmetrically and the fruits placed alphabetically, was completely normal.
Tristan had proceeded to engage her in conversation about Ellie and Luke and Jess and everyone living in Star's Hollow, as he found it hardly believable that all these highly interestingly insane people all lived in one town.
Rory nodded in confirmation, yes indeed, never a dull day there.
Tristan cared enough to share some of his shady childhood and Rory begun to understand why he was what he was at Chilton.
They had the beginnings of a beautiful friendship, opening up to each other the way they couldn't nine years back.
After dinner, and a thousand praises from Hue, they left the restaurant, Rory glowing from the evening.
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"I wonder why they always leave after half an hour or so." Tristan mused, glancing at the spot where the paparazzi previously were.
"They have short attention spans."
"Or maybe we're not famous enough for them." Tristan gave a sniff.
She grinned at him. "Like you seriously believe that!" She scoffed.
"...Nah."
"I thought not."
"You cold?" He asked her, as he watched her give a small shiver as a gust breezed past them.
"N-no."
He smirked. "Sure."
He slung an arm around her and drew her closer.
Rory stiffened but then relaxed.
He was so warm and it just felt so right.
They walked in silence, both deeply consumed in their own thoughts.
But his arm never moved and Rory liked it that way.
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AN: Should I beg?
Should I grovel?
Should I personally see to it that you get assassinated if you don't review?
NAH. TOO MUCH EFFORT : )
Reviews would be much appreciated. Thank you. AND YOU AND YOU AND YOU! WHHEEEE!