"So, Lorelai, Emily tells us that your daughter goes to Chilton. Does she
enjoy it?"
"Oh, yeah. She wants to be buried there."
Evelyn DuGrey stared at Lorelai for a moment before giving her a tight- lipped smile and sipping from her wine glass. Emily sighed exasperatedly.
"If we can have Lorelai refrain from her 'humorous' remarks, won't you tell
us about your son, Evelyn?"
"Oh, well, Tristan-"
"Whoa, Tristan?" Lorelai perked up at the name. She knew that name.
"Yes, Tristan.my son. The one who goes to Chilton?" Evelyn said slowly; she
evidently assumed Lorelai was a recently-released mental patient.
"Yeah, I got that. It's just that name sounds familiar." Lorelai thought
for a moment. "Ah! Tristan DuGrey! Oh my God, Bible Boy is your kid!"
"Pardon?" Evelyn raised an eyebrow at the name "bible boy".
"Bible boy! Me and Rory call him that cause he calls her Mary, like Virgin Mary cause she's kinda a goody-goody and she reads a lot and I'm not saying my own kid's a nerd cause she can't be cause she picked out these killer suede boots, BUT he calls her Mary anyway and we call him bible boy cause that's his purpose in life, to torment my baby!" Lorelai finished and took a sip of water. Evelyn blinked, obviously surprised that anyone could say
that in one breath.
"Well, um, Tristan said your daughter was very, um, nice-"
"She is. She collects acorns for crippled squirrels and feeds the homeless
and gets cats out of tall trees."
"Um, yes." Evelyn looked at Emily, who simply shook her head exasperatedly.
"Lorelai, why don't you go see how the kids are doing? If they dislike each
other as much as you say believe they do, they must be at each other's
throats."
"Is that your way of subtly suggesting I leave?"
".Yes."
"Say no more. Nice meeting you, Evelyn. " Lorelai did a quasi-wave before
hopping out of her chair and hurrying up the stairs.
- - - - - - - - - -
"No way! You like the Clash?"
"My room is wall-papered in their posters!"
"Mine too! Well, plus the Harvard paraphernalia."
Both grinned broadly; Rory was surprised. She didn't think she'd ever seen
him smile; really smile, not smirk or leer.
"You smiled." Her lips curved upward as she worded her observation.
"Thank you, Holmes." He chuckled and rubbed the ring on his middle finger
absent-mindedly. Rory's gaze fell on his hand.
"Did your grandfather give that to you?"
"Huh? Oh, this. Yeah, I've had it for as long as I can remember." He smiled
as he examined it,
like he was noticing it for the first time.
"It's beautiful."
"Yeah, it was his wedding ring. But then my grandmother died, and he gave
it to me."
Rory reached over and felt the coolness of the band under the pads of her fingers. She rubbed it slowly; she had never realized what an importance it held. With that thought, it occurred to her that, if he didn't wear that ring, he wouldn't seem.Tristan-like, or something. It was just a part of
him. While she was thinking this, she didn't realize that Tristan was staring at her as intently as she was staring at his ring. He was holding
his breath; she was so close to him, leaning over him, rubbing the band between her fingers idly. Her face was surprisingly close to his, and he was desperately fighting the urge to kiss her. He could kiss her.she'd most
likely KILL him, but hell, he'd do anything to touch her.
Rory became aware of the silence in the room, of their closeness, and she
abruptly brought her face up. Suddenly, Rory and Tristan were mere
centimeters from each other; she could feel his breath on her lips, and
could hear his heart beating as fast as hers. They inched closer, their eyes closing ever so slightly with each forward movement, and just as their
lips were about to graze each other,-
"MINI ME!" Lorelai came bounding up the stairs and flung open the door to
the room where Tristan and Rory had quickly pulled back.
"There you are! Hey, Trissy."
"Um, hello, Mrs.-"
"Uh-uh. Lorelai to you, buddy. I gotta say, your parents are super boring. I was trying to take about these killer suede boots I got, and they kept
talking about you and Chilton and other lame stuff."
"I'm lame?" Tristan raised an eyebrow, amused.
"Of course you're lame. You call my mini-me 'Mary'!"
Tristan looked at his hands sheepishly. "She knows I'm just kidding."
"Huh. Well, looks like we got a comatose cutie." Lorelai looked at Rory, who was perched silently on the edge of the couch, biting her bottom lip. She had WANTED him to kiss her.she had been hoping he'd kiss her. This was TRISTAN. Tristan DuGrey. The epitome of playboy-ness. And, for the love of heaven-in-a-cup, she had been about to cheat on Dean with Tristan! She felt
suddenly very sick.
"Babe? You okay?"
"Huh? Oh, sorry. I um.what?"
"Hm. We need to get you out of here. You've only been up here a few hours
and you've already lost the ability of abstract thought."
"I can drive her home." Tristan piped up.
"Huh?"
"Well, if I know society types-"
"And you do."
"I do indeed. And I know your mother would be, um, miffed, to say the least, if you both left. But since Rory doesn't seem to be feeling so good,
I could take her home and you could-"
"Drink a lot of alcoholic beverages?"
"..I was going to say hide out up here, but that works, too."
"Darn tootin'. Ok, Bonnie; let's go. You and Triscuit here can high-tail it
out of this hell-hole."
"Oh, okay." Rory hopped off the bed and she and Tristan left the room. Lorelai watched them go, and tilted her head slightly. Something was amiss, she thought, crunching her nose up in concentration, and she was determined
to find out what.
(A/N: short? yes. completely pointless? obviously. but I wanted to get another chapter out, even if it does suck. no cookie till you review. go on.press the blue button. I dare ya.)
"Oh, yeah. She wants to be buried there."
Evelyn DuGrey stared at Lorelai for a moment before giving her a tight- lipped smile and sipping from her wine glass. Emily sighed exasperatedly.
"If we can have Lorelai refrain from her 'humorous' remarks, won't you tell
us about your son, Evelyn?"
"Oh, well, Tristan-"
"Whoa, Tristan?" Lorelai perked up at the name. She knew that name.
"Yes, Tristan.my son. The one who goes to Chilton?" Evelyn said slowly; she
evidently assumed Lorelai was a recently-released mental patient.
"Yeah, I got that. It's just that name sounds familiar." Lorelai thought
for a moment. "Ah! Tristan DuGrey! Oh my God, Bible Boy is your kid!"
"Pardon?" Evelyn raised an eyebrow at the name "bible boy".
"Bible boy! Me and Rory call him that cause he calls her Mary, like Virgin Mary cause she's kinda a goody-goody and she reads a lot and I'm not saying my own kid's a nerd cause she can't be cause she picked out these killer suede boots, BUT he calls her Mary anyway and we call him bible boy cause that's his purpose in life, to torment my baby!" Lorelai finished and took a sip of water. Evelyn blinked, obviously surprised that anyone could say
that in one breath.
"Well, um, Tristan said your daughter was very, um, nice-"
"She is. She collects acorns for crippled squirrels and feeds the homeless
and gets cats out of tall trees."
"Um, yes." Evelyn looked at Emily, who simply shook her head exasperatedly.
"Lorelai, why don't you go see how the kids are doing? If they dislike each
other as much as you say believe they do, they must be at each other's
throats."
"Is that your way of subtly suggesting I leave?"
".Yes."
"Say no more. Nice meeting you, Evelyn. " Lorelai did a quasi-wave before
hopping out of her chair and hurrying up the stairs.
- - - - - - - - - -
"No way! You like the Clash?"
"My room is wall-papered in their posters!"
"Mine too! Well, plus the Harvard paraphernalia."
Both grinned broadly; Rory was surprised. She didn't think she'd ever seen
him smile; really smile, not smirk or leer.
"You smiled." Her lips curved upward as she worded her observation.
"Thank you, Holmes." He chuckled and rubbed the ring on his middle finger
absent-mindedly. Rory's gaze fell on his hand.
"Did your grandfather give that to you?"
"Huh? Oh, this. Yeah, I've had it for as long as I can remember." He smiled
as he examined it,
like he was noticing it for the first time.
"It's beautiful."
"Yeah, it was his wedding ring. But then my grandmother died, and he gave
it to me."
Rory reached over and felt the coolness of the band under the pads of her fingers. She rubbed it slowly; she had never realized what an importance it held. With that thought, it occurred to her that, if he didn't wear that ring, he wouldn't seem.Tristan-like, or something. It was just a part of
him. While she was thinking this, she didn't realize that Tristan was staring at her as intently as she was staring at his ring. He was holding
his breath; she was so close to him, leaning over him, rubbing the band between her fingers idly. Her face was surprisingly close to his, and he was desperately fighting the urge to kiss her. He could kiss her.she'd most
likely KILL him, but hell, he'd do anything to touch her.
Rory became aware of the silence in the room, of their closeness, and she
abruptly brought her face up. Suddenly, Rory and Tristan were mere
centimeters from each other; she could feel his breath on her lips, and
could hear his heart beating as fast as hers. They inched closer, their eyes closing ever so slightly with each forward movement, and just as their
lips were about to graze each other,-
"MINI ME!" Lorelai came bounding up the stairs and flung open the door to
the room where Tristan and Rory had quickly pulled back.
"There you are! Hey, Trissy."
"Um, hello, Mrs.-"
"Uh-uh. Lorelai to you, buddy. I gotta say, your parents are super boring. I was trying to take about these killer suede boots I got, and they kept
talking about you and Chilton and other lame stuff."
"I'm lame?" Tristan raised an eyebrow, amused.
"Of course you're lame. You call my mini-me 'Mary'!"
Tristan looked at his hands sheepishly. "She knows I'm just kidding."
"Huh. Well, looks like we got a comatose cutie." Lorelai looked at Rory, who was perched silently on the edge of the couch, biting her bottom lip. She had WANTED him to kiss her.she had been hoping he'd kiss her. This was TRISTAN. Tristan DuGrey. The epitome of playboy-ness. And, for the love of heaven-in-a-cup, she had been about to cheat on Dean with Tristan! She felt
suddenly very sick.
"Babe? You okay?"
"Huh? Oh, sorry. I um.what?"
"Hm. We need to get you out of here. You've only been up here a few hours
and you've already lost the ability of abstract thought."
"I can drive her home." Tristan piped up.
"Huh?"
"Well, if I know society types-"
"And you do."
"I do indeed. And I know your mother would be, um, miffed, to say the least, if you both left. But since Rory doesn't seem to be feeling so good,
I could take her home and you could-"
"Drink a lot of alcoholic beverages?"
"..I was going to say hide out up here, but that works, too."
"Darn tootin'. Ok, Bonnie; let's go. You and Triscuit here can high-tail it
out of this hell-hole."
"Oh, okay." Rory hopped off the bed and she and Tristan left the room. Lorelai watched them go, and tilted her head slightly. Something was amiss, she thought, crunching her nose up in concentration, and she was determined
to find out what.
(A/N: short? yes. completely pointless? obviously. but I wanted to get another chapter out, even if it does suck. no cookie till you review. go on.press the blue button. I dare ya.)
