c*: Just Throw It All Away :*/c
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.
Disclaimer: Don't own crap, unfortunately.
Author's Note: Thank you SO much for the reviews! I'm not used to this feeling, but I like it!
c Chapter 3: "We're not-"/c
-Rory-
"Yeah," I should be proud.
"I am," I added with more confidence a few moments later.
Neither of us knew what to say after that, and an awkward silence filled Trsitin's car.
"Don't you think we should make a gas stop?" Actually, what I really wanted was a coffee stop, but at least I was trying to be subtle, unlike my mother who would just shout 'Coffee!'
"The car isn't low on gas Mare," he said, not looking at me. "But if you want coffee that bad…"
"Great, thanks."
Tristin chuckled. Dean probably wouldn't have done that.
No, I shouldn't be comparing Dean to Tristin. I mean, what's to compare, I thought.
I studied Tristin's profile as my thoughts bounce back and forth between Dean and Trsitin.
Tristin parked his car infront of a cozy looking café and bookstore two minutes later.
I couldn't help but laugh as I read the name of the place, while I got out of the car.
"Addition…"
"Suits you perfectly, doesn't it?" Tristin said as he came up behind me.
"C'mon, let's go inside." I tugged his hand, with a grin on my face.
As I tugged Trsitin's hand, I couldn't help but notice how comforting his hand was wrapped around mine. Dean's hand was always clammy and there were always rough calluses. Tristin's was warm and dry, and it wasn't protecting. Dean always held my hand a little too tight, or walked too close, as if to say 'she's mine.'
I studied my new surroundings as I walked up to the counter, Tristin's hand still clasped in mine.
"Good afternoon, welcome to Addiction," greeted a cheery plump looking woman in her late forties, early fifties. She reminded me of Sookie. "How may I help you?"
I greeted her with a smile, as Trsitin said hi.
"We'll have two small coffees please," Tristin continued.
Small coffee, what is he thinking?
"Actually, we'll have one small and one large."
"No, two smalls. Coffee will kill you one day, Mare."
"At least, I'll die a happy, caffeinated person! So unless you want to feel the wrath of the Gilmore coffee curse, Bible Boy, it'll be one small and one large please."
"Fine." Tristin gave me a glare, as I grinned smugly.
The lady brought us our coffee and said, "You two make such a striking couple!"
-Tristin-
She dropped my hand like a hot potato.
"We're not-"
"He's not-"
"We're not together."
"She's not my girlfriend."
And the lady replied, "Well, why not? You banter like two lovers."
"I have a boyfriend," Rory said.
"Ooh, well, we'll leave it to fate then."
As we walked out the store later, after checking out some books, I glanced back, and the lady behind the counter gave me a mysterious wink.
Author's Note: I know! This is a short chapter! But I just moved from Chicago to Philadelphia yesterday, so I'm kinda depressed, and I'm not bothering to write more. Reviews make me feel good! So when I feel good, I wanna write (well, most of the time), so if you want me to write, make me feel good, and you can do that by sending reviews!!