*: Just Throw It All Away :*
Summary: Tristin's back from military school and ready to purse "Mary" for the second time. But is Rory willing to give up everything she's ever dreamed of for love? My first Trory fanfic. Please read.
Author's Note: Thank you so much for the reviews! They made me feel all warm and bubbly inside!! (Did I just say warm and bubbly?) Now I now how to the bold, italics, underline stuff thanks to kimmi. Also thanks to Fallen-Angel488, Nikki, twinkletoes2, jesika090.
Oh, and I forgot to put down the title of the first Chapter which is Ow…
Chapter 2: Coffee 'Date'
-Rory-
"Tristin?" I think I'm still in bed because Tristin's supposed to be in military school. In another state!
"Morning, Mary."
"You're back! But you're supposed to be in military school!" Damn, I should get up, but that grin of his is making me a little dizzy. In a bad way of course!
"Well, then I wouldn't be standing in front of you, would I? Unless you daydream about be constantly, of course, that wouldn't be a major shock to me." Another sexy smirk. What'd I just think? No, of course not. It's just hormones.
"In your dreams, DuGrey."
"Every night, babe. I also dream about other things as well, mostly consisting of you… me… and a bed." He gave me a-not-so-subtle wink. I rolled my eyes. Tristin has the "gift" of turning every comment into a sexual innuendo. "Now are you planning on sitting there the whole day, or are you going to get up?"
Tristin offered his hand, but being the stubborn and proud mule that I am, the result of my mother rubbing off on me for the past 17 years, I turned it down.
"I'm capable to getting up myself."
"I see you're still as proud as you were when I left." I scoffed. What would he know? Even if I talked to him, it'd probably only to ask him to detach his lips from his flavor-of-the-week and move out of the way from my locker.
"Back off, DuGrey, I slept past my alarm clock and only managed to squeeze in two cups of coffee this morning," I barked.
"Okay, fine, I'll leave you alone and take my big cup of coffee with me…" God has some sick twisted sense of humor today.
-Tristin-
Talk about getting the bad side of Rory. Good thing I had a back-up plan. Remembering how Rory loved coffee, I stopped by Starbucks before school, and got her a cup of coffee.
So when she commented about oversleeping, I slowly brought the hand with the cup of coffee in it, to her face. She was about to go on, when she saw the coffee and stared at it for a few moments.
"Okay, fine, I'll leave you alone and take my big cup of coffee with me…"
"Is that for me?"
"Well, it WAS. But you were rude, so I decided to keep it ALL to myself." I couldn't suppress the grin any longer.
"That's just mean. Didn't your parents teach you to share?" I thought bitterly, not my parents, my nanny.
"They also taught me it's not polite to be rude." I held the coffee above her head, knowing that she wouldn't be able to reach it because of the height difference.
"Pleeaaassseee Tristin!" She's begging me already! Okay, maybe for the coffee, but begging me all the same.
"Well… how bout you join me for coffee after school?" I said, trying to keep platonic.
"Hmm… who's paying?" I had to chuckle at that.
"My treat."
"Okay! Free coffee, I'm there," Rory said without a moment of hesitation. "Now, give me that!"
"Here." I gave the coffee to her, our fingers making contact. After all this time, Rory was still able to send shivers down my spine. I guess distance does make the heart grow fonder. "Careful it's hot."
But before I could finish my sentence, Rory was already chugging the coffee, without even wincing.
What are the chances that we share the same American History class? As I noticed the hall was emptying, I began to drag her our first period class. Right before we reached the door, she threw the empty cup into the trash cup.
"You're done with all of it?"
Rory looked appalled at the question that I was asking her. "Of course. I would never waste coffee."
I shock my head as we entered the classroom, amused. Rory Gilmore was still the same. Still had the same grace and innocence. Still had the same twinkle in her eye everything coffee was mentioned. And still the girl I could never get.
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