After there wonderful lunch, the two different pair took their separate ways.
¡°So Mary, where to now.¡±
Rory rolled her eyes and shrugged.
¡°Don¡¯t know Bible boy, where do you want to go to?¡±
¡°I¡¯m kind of tired.¡±
Rory became sad by this comment.
¡°Oh, then you should go home and get some rest¡¦¡±
¡°No, are you trying to get rid of me that fast?¡±
¡°You¡¯re the one that implied that you wanted rest.¡±
¡°You know, you shouldn¡¯t assume things all the time. I was going to imply that maybe we should go to my house to watch a movie.¡±
¡°I don¡¯t know¡¦¡±
¡°Mary, it¡¯s not like you don¡¯t know me. And it¡¯s not like I¡¯m going to jump you or anything. Just want to take a break from the typical dating scene you know.¡±
Rory balanced out the pro and con. He wasn¡¯t the type of guy that would do anything to her without her consent and she knew it.
¡°Fine, but I get to pick the movie and we get junk food.¡±
¡°Depends, what¡¯s the movie?¡±
¡°Willy Wonka and the chocolate factory.¡±
¡°Figures.¡±
¡°What do you mean by that?¡±
¡°Figures you would want to watch a movie solely devoted to junk food.¡±
¡°Hey, it was a damn good movie.¡±
¡°Which version?¡±
¡°I love the Gene Wilder version, but Johnny Depp worked that role.¡±
¡°What, am I not enough for you?¡±
Rory acted as though she was measuring him out.
¡°Your just not Johnny Depp.¡±
¡°I hope you know he¡¯s at least twenty years older than you are.¡±
¡°I can dream what I want to. Plus, my mom¡¯s worse.¡±
¡°I could only imagine.¡±
¡°You never met her before.¡±
¡°But that small conversation I had with her was enough to show she is quite the character.¡±
¡°Anyhow, I think we should just borrow both and watch them.¡±
¡°You promise not to drool.¡±
¡°No promise.¡±
*~*~*
They had just settled down in the living room, as the Gene Wilder version of Willy Wonka was playing. With a mass amount of junk food scattered all around both of them, they were both slowly drifting away to a deep slumber. Rory was slowly and quietly singing the oompa loompa song along with the TV while Tristan was half asleep. With Rory¡¯s head leaning into the blade of his shoulder, he unconsciously whispered.
¡°Go to sleep.¡±
And she did.
*~*~*
He slowly woke up, feeling as though he had the best damn sleep in the world. With a warm presence on his, he slightly moved to see what was keeping him so warm.
There she was.
The only way she could be described was like an angel. Her pale face was shining from the light coming of the screen. He smiled as he lay back to sleep. It felt too much like a dream that he didn¡¯t want to wake up.
*~*~*
She woke up suddenly, feeling too comfortable, that it just didn¡¯t feel like her own bed. She looked around the room, as the thing keeping her warm was gone and the feeling of the cold hit her. As she surveyed the room, she saw the TV and the mass of junk food cluttering the room. She turned to see Tristan, asleep, like a little boy. A smile overcame her face as she remembered it all.
She buried herself in his warmth again. Why end such a wonderful dream?
*~*~*
The incessant ringing corrupted the room as Tristan and Rory woke up. Tristan reached for the phone as Rory rolled up and turned off the TV.
¡°Hello?¡±
On the other line was his father.
¡°Someone had a busy night.¡±
Now a little bit about his father. Much to contrary belief, James DuGrey wasn¡¯t the typical parent that everyone expected. He was one of the few people that came out of the socialite world as a caring parent. His father treated him with love so he followed that same path when he raised Tristan and Audrey. He cared deeply about what his children did and made sure that they would grow up to be more than some spoiled little brats. And so far, it came to be. Audrey grew up to be a quirky but beautiful girl full of life.
Tristan may have struggled at a young age but grew older to be something James was extremely proud of. But that didn¡¯t change the fact that Tristan didn¡¯t turn up for work that morning.
¡°What time is it?¡±
¡°Five.¡±
¡°Dad, it¡¯s only five. I don¡¯t have to go to work until ten.¡±
¡°Except the third Thursday of every month when you have to prepare your team and give them an overview at five thirty.¡±
Tristan shot up.
¡°Oh shit.¡±
¡°Son, as much as I appreciate the fact that you care, there is no need to curse.¡±
¡°But you curse all the time¡¦¡±
¡°I¡¯m your father, I get that privilege.¡±
¡°Dad, do I have to go.¡±
¡°So it was a busy night.¡±
¡°I can¡¯t believe you are saying this.¡±
¡°Whose the girl?¡±
¡°What makes you think it¡¯s a¡¦¡±
¡°Whose the girl?¡±
¡°I¡¯ll be there in thirty minutes.¡±
¡°Answer my question and you¡¯re off the hook.¡±
¡°That sucks. You can¡¯t do that.¡±
¡°Whose the girl.¡±
¡°I¡¯m better off just leaving and¡¦¡±
¡°It¡¯s the Gilmore isn¡¯t it?¡±
Rory was already in the bathroom, washing her face.
¡°I swear Audi has one big mouth.¡±
¡°I thought as your father, I got to learn about these things.¡±
¡°No, you told me to stop telling you about all the girls I dated ever since I was in high school.¡±
¡°This is different.¡±
¡°Dad¡¦¡±
¡°Because I have such an amazing organized son who writes out his entire format for the month three months in advance; and might I add, I don¡¯t know where you got this gene; you can go back to sleep. I expect to see you at eight to make sure everyone got the right idea.¡±
¡°Thanks. Wait, what am I doing today?¡±
¡°You get to do this amazingly exciting job of over viewing the Shane West¡¯s stalker case.¡±
¡°Why me dad?¡±
¡°Because if Mr. West loses this trials, our law firm will plunge down immensely.¡±
¡°And it¡¯s me because¡¦¡±
¡°Because you¡¯re the best damn lawyer we have right now.¡±
¡°I didn¡¯t even finish getting all my degree¡¯s dad.¡±
¡°But that didn¡¯t stop you from winning us seven top cases. Which also brought along with it, that wonderful article Ms. Gellar wrote about you.¡±
¡°Must you bring that up?¡±
¡°I was greatly amused by it.¡±
¡°I can¡¯t believe you framed that.¡±
¡°As much as I like wasting my work time talking about nonsense Tristan, I need to get back to work.¡±
¡°And now you get all business like huh?¡±
¡°Eight or I tell Audrey to show the pictures of you in that dress to Ms. Gilmore.¡±
¡°I swear you two are unfair.¡±
¡°Good-bye.¡±
¡°And you call yourself a father!¡±
A slight chuckle was heard before the click.
¡°Who was that?¡±
Tristan quickly turned to see a half sleepy, half alert Rory.
¡°Hey, sorry about that.¡±
¡°No, it¡¯s ok. I should have gone home hours ago anyways.¡±
¡°Oh yeah. Sorry about that.¡±
¡°No, it¡¯s my fault. But I still can¡¯t believe I fell asleep at four in the afternoon. I haven¡¯t done that for forever.¡±
¡°Yeah, me too. I guess we were both tired.¡±
Rory stretched her arms and yawned.
¡°That was great but I should get home. I have a interview today at nine.¡±
¡°Oh yeah.¡±
As he was walking to the door, he nearly tripped over a pile of cookies.
¡°Oh, maybe we should clean up before we leave.¡±
As they cleaned up, they had only one thing in there minds.
Where did this leave them? But both were too scared to ask the other.
As they finished cleaning up, Tristan went to brush his teeth and came out.
¡°Alright, let¡¯s go.¡±
As they were in the care, there was an uncomfortable silence between them. Rory couldn¡¯t take it any more after ten minutes. She turned on the radio and stopped on the cover song of Time after Time.
Then, out of nowhere, Tristan started to sing along in a completely off tune, loud voice.
¡°If you¡¯re lost and you look and you will find me, time after time.¡±
Rory turned to look at him and started to laugh. There was a gleam in his eyes as he smiled widely at the road. So, she did the only thing she knew how. She followed his lead. When the song ended, both erupted with laughter.
¡°Mr. DuGrey, I never knew you could sing so beautifully.¡±
¡°Speak for yourself Mary.¡±
As they came to a stop in front of Rory¡¯s apartment, he turned to her and smiled.
¡°I had a great time.¡±
And Rory took this opportunity to ask him. It was her only chance before she killed herself, wondering what he thought.
¡°Tristan, where does this leave us?¡±
¡°What do you mean?¡±
¡°I mean, if I were to introduce you to my mom, am I suppose to say ¡®hi mom, meet my friend Tristan¡¯ or ¡®hi mom, meet my boyfriend Tristan.¡¯¡±
He turned to look at her angelic face and smiled.
¡°What do you want?¡±
She was slightly stunned. She didn¡¯t want to tell him before he responded. She was afraid of rejection. But his smile, his loving, caring, and adorable smile was reassuring.
¡°I want to say, ¡®Hi mom, meet my hot boyfriend Tristan.¡¯¡±
He smirked as he leaned in into her ear and whispered to her.
¡°I like that.¡±
His breathe sent tingles up and down her spine as she froze for a moment.
¡°I do too.¡±
¡°So you think I¡¯m hot?¡±
¡°Oh no, your ego again. I better leave before I suffocate.¡±
Before she could open the door to get out, he grabbed her and leaned, getting on an inch away from her face. He looked deep into her eyes as she leaned in and they both met in the middle.
What started off soft was escalading to a more intense one, Rory pulled away, and Tristan groaned.
¡°I didn¡¯t even get a chance to brush my teeth yet Tristan.¡±
¡°But you used mouthwash. Someone knew she was going to be kissed.¡±
¡°That¡¯s beside the point.¡±
Tristan widened his eyes and pouted. Rory just laughed.
¡°Please?¡±
¡°I¡¯ll be seeing you later Tristan.¡±
She leaned and kissed him on his cheek.
¡°Tonight.¡±
She exited the car and smiled.
¡°Bye An.¡±
¡°Bye Mary.¡±
And after seeing Rory go in, Tristan left, thinking that he was possibly the happiest man in the world.
A/N- Johnny Depp is to star as Willy Wonka in the remake of the original. I put that there because this is a future fic and that movie would have been out by then. Plus, the Gilmore Girls are big on Willy Wonka and the Chocolate factory. Just in case you got confused.