Author's Note: Hey, yeah, another chapter. Happy Holidays/Merry Christmas/
Happy New Years to everyone in advance, cause I don't know if I will update
that much this week. Umm, I really don't know what to say except thank you
to smile1, Lucas'sgirl, Chadz Baby, readergurl87, Technicolor-girl, and
indigo-chica for leaving very nice reviews.
And to indigo-chica: I know the plot has been overdone, but I honestly didn't think people would read this, and I had to write something to get some writers block taken care of. I wanted to write, but I was stuck with my other story. By the way, you didn't sound like a bitch I knew what you meant. So thanks, and please read on.
Disclaimer: Nope. Ooh, and the part where Lorelai thinks of getting a job at the Times, is kind of like what Lauren Graham said, it was just Yale instead of the Times. Sorry, that might sound confusing. The point is: It's not really mine.
The next day was spent writing the article for the column. It didn't take long to type up Tristan's tips and expand on them. Rory was basically done typing up the article, unless something dramatic happened and she really did find a rich guy that she fell in love with. Little did she know she was well on her way to falling for one.
It was around two pm when Rory was peacefully sipping her coffee at Luke's when she got the scare of her life. "Rory!" Tristan's hands fell onto Rory's shoulders when he announced his presence. "What is up, mi amigo?"
"Nada." Rory replied, trying to wipe the coffee off of her sweater. "Look what you did."
Tristan stared at the sweater. "I'll have it dry cleaned if you wish." He winked, "Remember? I'm rich?"
"Yes, I remember." She just then realized it was Tristan she was talking to. At Luke's, even. "What are you doing in Stars Hollow?"
He laughed; it had just dawned on her. "Just seeing their more beautiful semi-resident." And the blush was back. Even more red than ever. "I can still make you blush, surprise, surprise."
"Shut up," Rory playfully scolded. "Really, what are you doing here?"
"I told you, I'm here to see their most beautiful semi resident." He looked into her eyes, something he did often in the last two days. "And I'm looking at her right now."
"That was a line if I ever heard one." Lorelai sat down across from Tristan at the corner table, the 'Mafia table.' "Sorry to ruin your game but my baby lives in New York." She was still looking at Tristan when she took a hold of Rory's coffee cup and started to drink.
Tristan looked back, his gaze unwavering. "I know, she told me all about her apartment and how she rides the subway everyday." He looked away when Lorelai gave him a look that dared him to say more. "Well, I think I should be going. You raved about your mom yesterday and I was selfish and hogged you, so you should spend time with her."
"You're babbling." Rory intervened.
"No, I'm not."
"Yes, you are."
"Yeah, you were." Lorelai stopped the near fight with words. "That was babbling if I ever heard it. And I should know."
"She's the master," Rory added.
"Yes my young student." Lorelai played along. The Tristan kid looked like he was grasping every word of the fast paced banter. "What college did you go to?" She suddenly asked, jumping entirely off subject, as she usually did.
After a moment of the sudden question sinking in, he replied, "I went to UNC," He paused. "My family wanted me to go the Ivy route, but as usual, I did the exact opposite."
"So, you don't like being a socialite?"
"Not really." He went on. "Ever since my junior year I was sort of frowned upon within the family, which is alright by me because the only people who actually know I exist are my grandfather and the butler."
"That was sort of like me. Except I was very much existing to my parents, who managed to criticize my entire life and all the decisions I've made." Lorelai honestly did know how the guy felt. She felt bad about earlier then because she thought he was some rich guy. "Sorry about our first meeting, I'm Lorelai."
Tristan accepted her hand, giving it a firm grip. "I'm Tristan."
"Yes, that same Tristan." Rory answered her mother's question before it was even asked, which earned her a weird look from the guy at the table. "Don't ask."
"Okay." Tristan stood up. "Well, I really should get going." He nodded and waved, "I'll see you around."
"Is he the guy that tortured you at Chilton?" Lorelai asked once the rich guy had left the diner. "He doesn't seem that bad."
Rory shook her head. "No, he's not. He's changed. But it's good."
Her mom turned towards Rory. "How's the article coming?"
"Good. It's almost done."
"Almost?" Lorelai thought of something hilarious. After Rory's prompting, she spilled. "Okay, okay, I was just thinking of secretly getting a job at the Times and then you'd walk by and in the background is me sweeping the tiles, watching you."
"I missed it here. This. All of it." Rory indulged after the two had lapsed into a very long silence that was filled with the other conversations and sounds of the other people eating in the diner. She was referring to Stars Hollow, her life there as opposed to the busy, deadline filled one in New York City. She was also referring to just sitting in Luke's with nothing to do but talk to her mother all day while drinking coffee and bugging Luke for more coffee at the same time that she was drinking it.
True, New York City had the great opportunities for Rory that Stars Hollow and even Hartford didn't hold. But, it wasn't really home for her, either. She worked there, yes. She lived there, yes. But she really didn't live there.
They spent almost three hours in the diner just sitting there, sipping coffee and catching up on each other's lives. They didn't even notice the time until Luke walked up to them to take their dinner order because he assumed they would be hungry, as usual. And they were.
"Oh, I am so full!" Lorelai exclaimed as she was walking back to the Crap Shack with Rory. "I can hardly move. This might be the Post Dance Marathon all over again. I wonder if we can use our psychic powers to magically transport us into our house."
Rory replied with, "I think that's teleportation."
"I always knew Yale would make you smarter than me." Lorelai shook her head mock shamefully. "Just kidding. You were smart before those old rich, bald guys."
Since they hadn't been together for a long time, the two Gilmore's decided a movie night was in order. It was long overdue, and there had been plenty of movies that came out just waiting to be mocked by the professional mockers. "Ooh, look at that hair. It's like seriously blinding." Lorelai pointed to the screen during a random movie at midnight.
They had drifted off the sleep for a long time before Rory heard the phone faintly ringing. She was in her bedroom but didn't remember how she got there. They must have been so tired that they were half asleep, or asleep when Lorelai and Rory walked to their bedrooms after seven movies. "Shut up," Rory commanded the phone as she heard it keep on ringing. The ringing was getting louder, as the phone was getting nearer. Now all she had to do was answer it.
"Hello? There had better be a good reason as to why you're calling here at the crack of dawn."
There was a deep chuckle on the other end. "Well good morning to you too, Sunshine. But I hate to inform you that it's ten am."
Rory's eyes widened. "Tristan! I'm so sorry." She paused, feeling she needed to explain. "My mom and I had a movie night last night and it was sort of tiring."
"Yeah, I can see how looking at all those hot guys your mom picked out was tiring."
"Are you implying my mom rents movies for the men not the content?"
"Yes ma'am." Tristan countered. "But that's okay."
"Cause you rent the movies for," Rory got into character for the next part, "those hot chicks, right dude? Yeah man,"
Tristan laughed, seeing how Rory was right, as she always was. Oh well, he liked her even more that way. "Well then, I guess you wouldn't be interested in going out with me tonight to a movie and dinner."
"Well, I'd have to think about it," Rory answered, surprising Tristan yet again. She had grown up and changed so much since high school. "Okay, I've thought about it."
"And?"
"And,"
"Come on, you're killing me here."
"Well, I don't want you to die a slow and painful death, so I guess I'll have to go tonight."
"Mary, you really do wound me. Deeply as a matter of fact."
Rory rolled her eyes and smiled. "Right, so seven?"
"Seven it is." Tristan said his goodbyes and then hung up the phone a happier man than when he picked up the phone. In fact, he was grinning like a lovesick fool.
"What was that about, my dear daughter?" Lorelai asked when she saw Rory smiling like she had won the jackpot.
Rory shrugged. "Oh nothing, I've just got a date tonight."
The rest of the day the Gilmore's spent it pampering themselves, trying to get rid of the aftermath of the movie night. Faces had facials, toes had toenails painted, and so on and so on. Rory was really taking advantage of the R and R vacation. It was only Thursday and Rory felt like a new person.
"Hey you," she greeted her date later that night. "So, where are we headed?" She asked, once they were in the car.
Tristan responded with a devilish grin. "No place special. I just want to have fun tonight." After further encouragement, he added, "We're going to see this one movie, it's a comedy. And then we're going to go out for some dinner. Or we could reverse the order."
They decided on the movie first. When the two got to the theater, Tristan already had the tickets, as he had paid ahead for them. It was dark when the duo walked into the theater, so Rory couldn't tell what movie they were in. "Oh my gosh, I've wanted to see this movie! It looks hilarious," She tugged at Tristan's arm when the opening credits for 'Freaky Friday' came on.
"Yeah, the guy looks like me, so that's sort of the reason I wanted to see it." Tristan laughed softly. He put an arm around Rory's shoulders and got comfortable to settle in for the movie.
"That part was so hilarious." Rory gushed on the way to the car, after an hour and a half. "It's a bit nippy out, don't you think?" She pondered in a British accent.
Tristan sighed and shrugged his coat off. In an equally accurate British accent, he said, "Well, if you would learn to take a coat out with you, you might be able to save yourself from the nippy weather." He felt Rory relax as he put his coat around her shoulders and pull her close. "Now you're going to have to keep me warm cause you're all I've got." He sighed with content.
It was around eleven o'clock when they arrived back in Stars Hollow. Rory made Tristan drive to the bridge, where she had spent many nights and days there, reading, learning the things that got her where she was today. "Let's just sit down for a minute or two."
"So you're falling for my charm, huh?" Tristan grinned, and laughed. "I'm just joking, but I always found it fun to get a rise out of you for some reason."
"Yeah, well, I'm glad someone had fun." She countered.
"Well, yeah." Tristan and Rory were drifting closer, their playful banter drawing them closer.
Their faces were close, and still drifting closer. When they finally kissed, it wasn't really explainable. It just felt right. Tristan's heart was already racing from being in such close proximity, and Rory's brain was starting to lose all train of thought other than the guy across from her.
"Well, that was, that was," Tristan tried to find the words to describe the immense high he was feeling right then.
"Don't worry, I know," Rory breathed.
They slowly got up and walked back to his car, walking slowly, savoring each quiet moment that passed. When they got in the driveway of the Crap Shack, Tristan walked Rory to the door and gave her a quick kiss, promising to call her the next day. She knew he would, he wasn't that type of guy anymore.
And to indigo-chica: I know the plot has been overdone, but I honestly didn't think people would read this, and I had to write something to get some writers block taken care of. I wanted to write, but I was stuck with my other story. By the way, you didn't sound like a bitch I knew what you meant. So thanks, and please read on.
Disclaimer: Nope. Ooh, and the part where Lorelai thinks of getting a job at the Times, is kind of like what Lauren Graham said, it was just Yale instead of the Times. Sorry, that might sound confusing. The point is: It's not really mine.
The next day was spent writing the article for the column. It didn't take long to type up Tristan's tips and expand on them. Rory was basically done typing up the article, unless something dramatic happened and she really did find a rich guy that she fell in love with. Little did she know she was well on her way to falling for one.
It was around two pm when Rory was peacefully sipping her coffee at Luke's when she got the scare of her life. "Rory!" Tristan's hands fell onto Rory's shoulders when he announced his presence. "What is up, mi amigo?"
"Nada." Rory replied, trying to wipe the coffee off of her sweater. "Look what you did."
Tristan stared at the sweater. "I'll have it dry cleaned if you wish." He winked, "Remember? I'm rich?"
"Yes, I remember." She just then realized it was Tristan she was talking to. At Luke's, even. "What are you doing in Stars Hollow?"
He laughed; it had just dawned on her. "Just seeing their more beautiful semi-resident." And the blush was back. Even more red than ever. "I can still make you blush, surprise, surprise."
"Shut up," Rory playfully scolded. "Really, what are you doing here?"
"I told you, I'm here to see their most beautiful semi resident." He looked into her eyes, something he did often in the last two days. "And I'm looking at her right now."
"That was a line if I ever heard one." Lorelai sat down across from Tristan at the corner table, the 'Mafia table.' "Sorry to ruin your game but my baby lives in New York." She was still looking at Tristan when she took a hold of Rory's coffee cup and started to drink.
Tristan looked back, his gaze unwavering. "I know, she told me all about her apartment and how she rides the subway everyday." He looked away when Lorelai gave him a look that dared him to say more. "Well, I think I should be going. You raved about your mom yesterday and I was selfish and hogged you, so you should spend time with her."
"You're babbling." Rory intervened.
"No, I'm not."
"Yes, you are."
"Yeah, you were." Lorelai stopped the near fight with words. "That was babbling if I ever heard it. And I should know."
"She's the master," Rory added.
"Yes my young student." Lorelai played along. The Tristan kid looked like he was grasping every word of the fast paced banter. "What college did you go to?" She suddenly asked, jumping entirely off subject, as she usually did.
After a moment of the sudden question sinking in, he replied, "I went to UNC," He paused. "My family wanted me to go the Ivy route, but as usual, I did the exact opposite."
"So, you don't like being a socialite?"
"Not really." He went on. "Ever since my junior year I was sort of frowned upon within the family, which is alright by me because the only people who actually know I exist are my grandfather and the butler."
"That was sort of like me. Except I was very much existing to my parents, who managed to criticize my entire life and all the decisions I've made." Lorelai honestly did know how the guy felt. She felt bad about earlier then because she thought he was some rich guy. "Sorry about our first meeting, I'm Lorelai."
Tristan accepted her hand, giving it a firm grip. "I'm Tristan."
"Yes, that same Tristan." Rory answered her mother's question before it was even asked, which earned her a weird look from the guy at the table. "Don't ask."
"Okay." Tristan stood up. "Well, I really should get going." He nodded and waved, "I'll see you around."
"Is he the guy that tortured you at Chilton?" Lorelai asked once the rich guy had left the diner. "He doesn't seem that bad."
Rory shook her head. "No, he's not. He's changed. But it's good."
Her mom turned towards Rory. "How's the article coming?"
"Good. It's almost done."
"Almost?" Lorelai thought of something hilarious. After Rory's prompting, she spilled. "Okay, okay, I was just thinking of secretly getting a job at the Times and then you'd walk by and in the background is me sweeping the tiles, watching you."
"I missed it here. This. All of it." Rory indulged after the two had lapsed into a very long silence that was filled with the other conversations and sounds of the other people eating in the diner. She was referring to Stars Hollow, her life there as opposed to the busy, deadline filled one in New York City. She was also referring to just sitting in Luke's with nothing to do but talk to her mother all day while drinking coffee and bugging Luke for more coffee at the same time that she was drinking it.
True, New York City had the great opportunities for Rory that Stars Hollow and even Hartford didn't hold. But, it wasn't really home for her, either. She worked there, yes. She lived there, yes. But she really didn't live there.
They spent almost three hours in the diner just sitting there, sipping coffee and catching up on each other's lives. They didn't even notice the time until Luke walked up to them to take their dinner order because he assumed they would be hungry, as usual. And they were.
"Oh, I am so full!" Lorelai exclaimed as she was walking back to the Crap Shack with Rory. "I can hardly move. This might be the Post Dance Marathon all over again. I wonder if we can use our psychic powers to magically transport us into our house."
Rory replied with, "I think that's teleportation."
"I always knew Yale would make you smarter than me." Lorelai shook her head mock shamefully. "Just kidding. You were smart before those old rich, bald guys."
Since they hadn't been together for a long time, the two Gilmore's decided a movie night was in order. It was long overdue, and there had been plenty of movies that came out just waiting to be mocked by the professional mockers. "Ooh, look at that hair. It's like seriously blinding." Lorelai pointed to the screen during a random movie at midnight.
They had drifted off the sleep for a long time before Rory heard the phone faintly ringing. She was in her bedroom but didn't remember how she got there. They must have been so tired that they were half asleep, or asleep when Lorelai and Rory walked to their bedrooms after seven movies. "Shut up," Rory commanded the phone as she heard it keep on ringing. The ringing was getting louder, as the phone was getting nearer. Now all she had to do was answer it.
"Hello? There had better be a good reason as to why you're calling here at the crack of dawn."
There was a deep chuckle on the other end. "Well good morning to you too, Sunshine. But I hate to inform you that it's ten am."
Rory's eyes widened. "Tristan! I'm so sorry." She paused, feeling she needed to explain. "My mom and I had a movie night last night and it was sort of tiring."
"Yeah, I can see how looking at all those hot guys your mom picked out was tiring."
"Are you implying my mom rents movies for the men not the content?"
"Yes ma'am." Tristan countered. "But that's okay."
"Cause you rent the movies for," Rory got into character for the next part, "those hot chicks, right dude? Yeah man,"
Tristan laughed, seeing how Rory was right, as she always was. Oh well, he liked her even more that way. "Well then, I guess you wouldn't be interested in going out with me tonight to a movie and dinner."
"Well, I'd have to think about it," Rory answered, surprising Tristan yet again. She had grown up and changed so much since high school. "Okay, I've thought about it."
"And?"
"And,"
"Come on, you're killing me here."
"Well, I don't want you to die a slow and painful death, so I guess I'll have to go tonight."
"Mary, you really do wound me. Deeply as a matter of fact."
Rory rolled her eyes and smiled. "Right, so seven?"
"Seven it is." Tristan said his goodbyes and then hung up the phone a happier man than when he picked up the phone. In fact, he was grinning like a lovesick fool.
"What was that about, my dear daughter?" Lorelai asked when she saw Rory smiling like she had won the jackpot.
Rory shrugged. "Oh nothing, I've just got a date tonight."
The rest of the day the Gilmore's spent it pampering themselves, trying to get rid of the aftermath of the movie night. Faces had facials, toes had toenails painted, and so on and so on. Rory was really taking advantage of the R and R vacation. It was only Thursday and Rory felt like a new person.
"Hey you," she greeted her date later that night. "So, where are we headed?" She asked, once they were in the car.
Tristan responded with a devilish grin. "No place special. I just want to have fun tonight." After further encouragement, he added, "We're going to see this one movie, it's a comedy. And then we're going to go out for some dinner. Or we could reverse the order."
They decided on the movie first. When the two got to the theater, Tristan already had the tickets, as he had paid ahead for them. It was dark when the duo walked into the theater, so Rory couldn't tell what movie they were in. "Oh my gosh, I've wanted to see this movie! It looks hilarious," She tugged at Tristan's arm when the opening credits for 'Freaky Friday' came on.
"Yeah, the guy looks like me, so that's sort of the reason I wanted to see it." Tristan laughed softly. He put an arm around Rory's shoulders and got comfortable to settle in for the movie.
"That part was so hilarious." Rory gushed on the way to the car, after an hour and a half. "It's a bit nippy out, don't you think?" She pondered in a British accent.
Tristan sighed and shrugged his coat off. In an equally accurate British accent, he said, "Well, if you would learn to take a coat out with you, you might be able to save yourself from the nippy weather." He felt Rory relax as he put his coat around her shoulders and pull her close. "Now you're going to have to keep me warm cause you're all I've got." He sighed with content.
It was around eleven o'clock when they arrived back in Stars Hollow. Rory made Tristan drive to the bridge, where she had spent many nights and days there, reading, learning the things that got her where she was today. "Let's just sit down for a minute or two."
"So you're falling for my charm, huh?" Tristan grinned, and laughed. "I'm just joking, but I always found it fun to get a rise out of you for some reason."
"Yeah, well, I'm glad someone had fun." She countered.
"Well, yeah." Tristan and Rory were drifting closer, their playful banter drawing them closer.
Their faces were close, and still drifting closer. When they finally kissed, it wasn't really explainable. It just felt right. Tristan's heart was already racing from being in such close proximity, and Rory's brain was starting to lose all train of thought other than the guy across from her.
"Well, that was, that was," Tristan tried to find the words to describe the immense high he was feeling right then.
"Don't worry, I know," Rory breathed.
They slowly got up and walked back to his car, walking slowly, savoring each quiet moment that passed. When they got in the driveway of the Crap Shack, Tristan walked Rory to the door and gave her a quick kiss, promising to call her the next day. She knew he would, he wasn't that type of guy anymore.
