Rory had waked up that morning with a huge smile upon her face. That had to have been the most wonderful day she ever had. They went to watch a movie. But it wasn¡¯t the movie that was amazing; it was the fact that he had his arm around her shoulders that made her want to melt. Then they went to get coffee, where they spoke of anything and everything that seemed to pop into their mind. They ordered some pizza and ate it at the park, gazing at the stars. But it ended more wonderful than she ever imagined.
He looked like such a little boy, not knowing how to end the date. But since he had been the one to ask for a longer date, she decided to take the other step. She tiptoed and gently kissed him. There was an unbelievably huge spark that ran up her spine, pushing her forward to him, igniting the kiss to the most passionate kiss she had ever experienced.
She would see him today. The only thing was, where did this leave them?
*~*~*
He couldn¡¯t be happier. The day before couldn¡¯t have been better. It was the damn best night of his life. Of course, Audrey called, prying him for details. And that kiss. That kiss was simply amazing. He had his share of girls, but this was beyond that. It was single-handedly the best kiss he had ever experienced.
But where did all of this leave them?
*~*~*
¡°Thank you for you time Audrey.¡±
¡°No problem. So now that I did this interview, can I ask you a few questions?¡±
¡°Ummm, sure.¡±
¡°Alright.¡±
Audrey took out a tape recorder and started to record.
¡°Wait, what is the tape recorder for?¡±
¡°So I can catch every word you said. And before you ask, An didn¡¯t send me to do this. If he finds out I did, he¡¯s gonna kill me. But I¡¯m nosey.¡±
¡°An?¡±
¡°That¡¯s my nickname for Tristan.¡±
Rory started to laugh hysterically.
¡°AN?¡±
¡°You like it too huh? You can use it.¡±
¡°Wait, then what¡¯s with the tape recorder.¡±
¡°I just like recording.¡±
¡°It¡¯s making me feel uncomfortable.¡±
¡°Rory¡¦¡±
¡°What if it records my soul? Huh?¡±
¡°Rory!¡±
¡°But what if I say something incriminating on it? Then I can¡¯t erase it!¡±
¡°Rory, please?¡±
¡°But¡¦¡±
¡°I¡¯ll buy you coffee after this.¡±
¡°What makes you think you can buy me off with coffee?¡±
¡°An told me.¡±
¡°I¡¯m going to kill him.¡±
¡°A few words for coffee?¡±
Rory sighed. Unfortunately for her, with age came most of Lorelai¡¯s quirks. Coffee obsession was one of them.
¡°Fine.¡±
¡°Ok, first, what do you think about my brother?¡±
¡°What, why does the tape recorder have to be on for this?! Tristan did send you!¡±
¡°Rory¡¦¡±
¡°That evil demon of a man¡¦¡±
¡°RORY! Listen, he didn¡¯t send me for the millionth time. I am just recording this so I can use it in the future, you know, when you two get married.¡±
¡°WHAT?!¡±
¡°I just like recording.¡±
¡°You have problems Audrey. And married? Where did you even get that?¡±
¡°I¡¯m the neurotic sister. I can do whatever I want.¡±
¡°This is a completely different side of you. You weren¡¯t like this a few days ago.¡±
¡°You met journalist Audrey then. Now you meet sister Audrey.¡±
¡°And when do I get to meet Audrey?¡±
¡°When I am not sister/daughter/wife/journalist Audrey.¡±
¡°Oh goodness.¡±
¡°Ok, so answer my question.¡±
¡°Do I have to?¡±
¡°Yes. You made a promise. And you can¡¯t go back on a promise. I have it one tape.¡±
¡°Oh goodness.¡±
¡°Come on Rory, I promise I won¡¯t let An hear it unless it is very important.¡±
¡°Fine. I like him, a lot. He¡¯s the only guy I am even considering a long time relationship with for a long time.¡±
¡°Would you consider marriage?¡±
¡°Audrey, it was only the first date!¡±
¡°You can be a futuristic thinker.¡±
¡°I haven¡¯t thought of marriage in general so why would I think about it now?¡±
¡°Just a question. Let me see, did you ever think about An between the time he left Chilton and the time you saw him at the photo shoot.¡±
¡°A little. I was a little curious to see how he turned out. And I was surprised to see he wasn¡¯t married.¡±
¡°An has changed a lot.¡±
¡°So, is that all?¡±
¡°I can¡¯t really think of any other questions.¡±
¡°Then that¡¯s it?¡±
¡°Yes, ma¡¯am.¡±
¡°Did you just call me ma¡¯am?¡±
¡°Yes I did.¡±
¡°Where¡¯s the coffee?¡±
¡°Oh, just wait a few minutes. He should be here with the coffee.¡±
¡°Tristan?¡±
¡°I estimated and told him to come around 11.¡±
¡°Good estimation.¡±
¡°What can I say, I¡¯m a genius.¡±
¡°I thought you gave your ego to Tristan.¡±
¡°You two even sound alike! He wasn¡¯t using it, so I am putting it to good use.¡±
¡°So which one of your multi-personalities am I talking to right now.¡±
¡°Plain old Audrey.¡±
¡°I liked journalist Audrey better.¡±
¡°You would. I created her in a stereotypical journalist image.¡±
¡°You¡¯re stereotyping our field?¡±
¡°Yes.¡±
¡°Am I stereotypical.¡±
¡°During the interview, yes. Now? No, not at all. You¡¯re more relaxed now. You can tell, since your posture slouched and you aren¡¯t sitting like something big and sharp is up your ass.¡±
¡°Nice description.¡±
¡°What can I say, I have this wonderful way with words.¡±
¡°Well, since you barged right into my personal life, let me ask a bit about you. How did you meet your husband?¡±
¡°Tom?¡±
¡°You have more than one husband?¡±
¡°Of course! There is Brad Pitt, Tom Cruise, Keanu Reeves¡¦¡±
¡°I meant reality.¡±
¡°I know!¡±
¡°Didn¡¯t seem like it.¡±
¡°You becoming meaner by the minute.¡±
¡°I am not.¡±
¡°Are too.¡±
¡°Am not.¡±
¡°Now we sound like kindergarteners.¡±
¡°You are Tristan are alike in so many ways.¡±
¡°Aren¡¯t you like your mom?¡±
¡°Yeah.¡±
¡°Well we are a bit like our parents.¡±
¡°You had quirky parents.¡±
¡°Thank you.¡±
¡°Anyway, how did you meet?¡±
¡°We went to Chilton together. Class of 2000 by the way.¡±
¡°So you were high school sweet-hearts?¡±
¡°Are you kidding? I was Paris.¡±
¡°You mean every year has one?¡±
¡°Of course.¡±
¡°So you were uptight and completely obsessed with getting and A?¡±
¡°Oh yeah. And if possible, worse. She dated in high school. I rejected every guy that even asked me out.¡±
¡°So unlike Tristan.¡±
¡°We had very different concepts about high school. Totally different experiences. An viewed it as a game, I viewed it as the life altering step right before I enter life.¡±
¡°So who was Tom? Was he the Tristan?¡±
¡°Oh hell no! I would have never gone out with him if he was another high school An.¡±
¡°I know what you mean.¡±
¡°Yeah. But actually, he was the male version of you.¡±
¡°What?¡±
¡°Well, he had wealth and status, but he had just moved from California. He was attending Harvard Westlink, another prep school in the west coast. Of course he was smart. And by coming in my freshman year, he threatened my status everything. We competed about everything, even about our lockers. We had the same classes, everything. He was always better than me in Math but I whipped his butt in English. If he was better at Physics, I was better in Biology. We kept evening ourselves out. It got to the point where we had to share to glory of valedictorian. It was so sad we ruined the ceremony. We were supposed to speak together, but instead, we were competing on mike time, until Headmaster Charleston stopped us.¡±
¡°He must have blown a fuse.¡±
¡°He couldn¡¯t. I would have if it weren¡¯t for all the parents there. My parents wouldn¡¯t let me live it down for years. Especially after we started dating. It¡¯s there favorite topic every time they see me with Tom.¡±
¡°So how did you guys start to date?¡±
¡°An.¡±
¡°An?¡±
¡°An befriended Tom when they met accidentally on campus at Princeton. Tom was there to visit a friend. They befriended one another, and the next thing I knew, Tom was sitting at the dinner table on a Saturday night.¡±
¡°That must have sucked.¡±
¡°Oh, it did. But we started to talk, and the more we did, the more we started to connect. The next thing we knew, we were hanging out, going out, dating, kissing, everything. And when he asked to marry him, I knew.¡±
¡°How did you know?¡±
¡°I felt these tingles run up and down my spine. And every moment I spend with him is special. I can¡¯t get enough of him being around me. It¡¯s weird. And when he¡¯s not there, I feel empty. I don¡¯t know, I usually never do. I never needed a man to identify myself because I was independent. But he changed my perspective of that. It was just like, with him I was complete.¡±
¡°Do you argue?¡±
¡°Everyday! We fight about everything! But arguing makes us grow founder of one another. It¡¯s just weird like that.¡±
¡°What about¡¦¡±
Then Rory stopped.
¡°I smell coffee.¡±
¡°What? I don¡¯t smell anything.¡±
True to her words, Tristan came in with a tray full of coffee.
¡°COFFEE!!!¡±
¡°What are you, part bloodhound?¡±
¡°Are you implying that I am a bitch?¡±
¡°Where do you get this?¡±
¡°Well, a bitch is a female dog.¡±
¡°An, make her stop.¡±
Tristan handed her a cup.
¡°You are a god!¡±
She inhaled her coffee within a few seconds.
¡°Wouldn¡¯t that burn you tongue?¡± (T)
¡°I¡¯m immune to it.¡±(R)
¡°Proving that you have serious problems to deal with. Did you bring me tea An?¡± (A)
¡°You told her you call me An?!¡± (T)
¡°Would I do such a thing?¡± (A)
¡°Yes.¡± (R)
¡°You drink your coffee.¡± (A)
¡°I¡¯m done.¡± (R)
¡°You can have An¡¯s.¡± (A)
¡°Ok.¡± (R)
¡°Wait, don¡¯t I get a say in this?!¡± (T)
¡°No.¡± (R and A)
¡°Psycho.¡± (T)
¡°Watch you mouth young man!¡± (A)
¡°Now that Rory had successfully polished off all the coffee, I might as well tell you that Timmy is here to pick you up.¡± (T)
¡°You really need to stop calling him that!¡± (A)
¡°Wait, Tom is here?¡± (R)
¡°Yeah.¡± (A)
¡°Why don¡¯t you and Tom join us?¡± (R)
¡°If An doesn¡¯t have a problem with it.¡± (A)
¡°I need to catch up with him anyways. You took up all his free time since you tied the knot with him.¡± (T)
¡°Don¡¯t you dare blame me!¡± (A)
¡°We should be moving.¡± (R)
And for the first time, they agreed.