Title: Predictable

Author: ~aDdIcTeD-2-GG~

Rating: G

A/N: I feel compelled to apolagise. It would seem that many people have been outraged by the only small inclusion of our favourite male character from Gilmore Girls, Tristan. So, my sincerest apology to all those dissapointed Tristan fans. Lol.

Thanks for the response with the reviews, although I do hope that thre are more people reading my story than just those who review

Chapter 5: Meet Tristan Dugrey

---Recap---

"LORALEI!" Emily scolded as she opened the door, "Trust you to be late the night we have guests."

"Well, goodevening to you too!" Loralei said sarcastically.

"Hi Grandma." Rory greeted quietly

"Oh, Rory, Honey!" Emily said, genuinely pleased. "You must come in and meet some friends of mine."

Rory and Loralei followed Emily into the sitting room, where Richard and an unfamiliar family of three were seated.

"Rory, meet our new neighbours, the Dugreys!"

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"Hello." Rory greeted shyly, shaking the hands of all three Dugreys.

"And this is my daughter, Loralei." Emily pointed out.

"Hello, nice to meet you." Loralei said, also shaking their hands.

"Mr & Mrs Dugrey and their son Tristan, moved into the Stevenson's Old house on Monday." Emily explained. "Tristan will be attending Chilton, so I thought it might be a good idea for Rory to meet Tristan. That way he'll have someone familiar around to help him ease into the new school."

Rory looked over at Tristan. He was sitting slouched on his chair looking right back at her. He was wearing an expensive black suit and a blue business shirt, but it was his eyes that struck her – deep, piercing, meaningful...

"How thoughtful!" Loralei commented, sarcasm only evident to those who knew her well.

His hair was an unusual rusty blonde, messy and temptingly soft. She had to refrain herself from reaching out to touch it. Realising what she was doing, Rory quickly shook herslef out of her little dream and listened in the conversation.

"Well," Mrs Caronline Dugrey began, "I'm glad to have such lovely neighbours. I can't tell you how much I appreciate your hospitality, Emily."

"Say nothing of it." Emily said. "I'm only glad to have been able to help you."

"Where have you moved from?" Loralei questioned.

"We were previously residing in Pheonix, Arizona. But my job has required me to move here, closer to our complany's head office." Mr Alistar Dugrey

informed them.

"Have you seen much of the Hartford area since you've been here?" Rory asked.

"Not a great deal." Mr Dugrey said. "We've been occupied by the whole process of moving. The house still isn't in order."

"Yes, the movers have been anything but dependable, mixing up all our belongings." Mrs Dugrey mentioned.

"Have you been to visit Chilton yet?" Emily quieried.

"No, much to our dissapointement." Mrs Dugrey said. "We've heard such wonderful accounts of the school, but I'm sure Tristan will fill us in, won't you Trissy?"

Mrs Dugrey smiled at her son, who was rolling his eyes furiously. Rory laughed to herself, amused by the pet name Tristan had been given and the obvious dislike he had of it. If her and Tristan were to become friends, this was one thing she wouldn't be able to resist teasing him about. Feeling a sudden thirst, Rory excused herself and headed towards the kitchen in search of a drink that was non-alcoholic. As soon as she entered the kitchen, she opened the fridge, pulled out a bottle of orange juice and grabbed a glass from the cupboard. All the while, the maid offering to serve Rory, who kindly refused. Instead, Rory grabbed another glass and poured a drink for the maid as well.

"Here." Rory slid the glass across the bench to the maid.

"I'm sorry, Miss Gilmore. I couldn't accpet a drink from you."

"Really, Francine, I've never had the need for a maid and I still don't. I want you to have it." Rory smiled encouragingly.

"You sure, Miss Gilmore?"

"Accept it from me as a friend, ok? And by the way, call me Rory."

"Thankyou, Rory." Francine grabbed the drink and quickly drank the whole glass. "We always get the cheap stuff at home."

Rory laughed, "So do we. That's why I always like to drink Grandma's orange juice. Would you like another?"

"No thanx. I've got some work to do still."

"Ok then."

Francine walked out of the kitchen in a hurry and accidently bumped into Tristan, who was coming in. Francine looked absolutely horrified and immediately began apolagising.

"I'm so sorry Mr Dugrey I din't see you there i wish i had though because I'm very very sorry i should have been more careful how can you ever forgi-"

"Francine!" Rory said forcefully to gain her attention, "Stop apolagising. It was just an accident, don't worry about it."

"Yes. Yes it was just an accident, that's what it was. Yes. And sorry again Mr Dugrey." Francine sped off again.

Rory turned and put her glass in the dishwasher, but then remembered that it would be Francine who'd end up washing it. So she got it out of the dishwasher and washed and dried it herself. Once the glass was safely put away in the cupboard again, she turned and walked towards the door, only to realise that Tristan was still standing in the doorway, watching her. He flashed her his million-dollar smile that made most people weak in the knees. Rory merely flashed him a smile in return.

"Do you mind? I'd like to get through." Rory asked, still smiling.

"Not at all." He replied, not moving.

"Did you want something? I presume you're holding me here for a reason..."

"Just to talk."

"About..."

"I don't know. Whatever you want to talk about, I guess."

"What sort of response is that?"

He shrugged his shoulders.

"Well... first of all, a warning."

"Shoot."

"Chilton sucks."

"Any other important information I should know?"

"Oh! I love your nick name!" Rory laughed. "One of the best I've heard in a long time."

"Yes, I love it too. It's so... cute..." Tristan replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

"How'd you end up with it?"

"Childhood nickname that stuck, thanx to Mother dearest. Personally, it makes me want to spew."

"Yeah, I noticed. So... what sort of guy are you at school?"

"What do you mean?"

"Are you a jock, a cowd pleser...?"

".... More of a lady pleaser I'd say, personally..."

Rory laughed. "Now that's one I haven't heard before!"

"What about you?"

"Hmph! Well at Chilton I'm the outcast." Rory sighed.

"I can't picture you as that type."

"Yeah well, the rules are different at Chilton. Everything changes."

"Comforting..."

"Do you like it here in Hartford?"

"I do now." He replied, winking at her.

Rory could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. Before long she was blushing in true Rory style: beetroot red. Rory looked up at Tristan and saw that he was staring at her. Self-consiously she looked down again and began to fidget.

"Do I make you nervous, Rory?" Tristan joked.

"No."

"Then why the blush, huh?"

"It's, it's, it's just hot in here...that's all." Rory fanned herself with her hands to emphasise the point.

"Right. It's real hot today... I guess that would explain the snow outside."

"Yes..." She replied slowly, becoming distracted. Tristan turned and looked out the window at the garden, which was blanketed in a thin layer of snow. Almost like icing sugar on a cake. Not turning around he continued.

"Rory, it's snowing! How can you say it's hot?!?"

"...You know, I absolutely love your hair and what you've done with it... I think you look stunning with your hair like that... " Rory trailed off.

"Pardon...?" Tristan questioned. He ran his hand through his hair, still puzzled by her sudden compliment.

"That colour really suits you! Brown just isn't my colour, if you know what I mean." 

He looked down at his blue shirt and immediately turned around...

"Ok, I've had girls come onto me, Rory, but not that fas-"

Rory smiled and began to laugh at him. With one hand she was holding her side and with the other she was holding a mobile to her ear.

"Sorry Lane, I'll call you again later." Rory hung up and continued to laugh, tears running down her cheeks.

"Rory Gilmore, are you laughing at me?!?" Tristan scolded jokingly.

Rory could only nod her head.

"You have some nerve to laugh at me, Miss Gilmore!" He wagged his finger at her threateningly.

Rory only laughed louder and harder. Tears ran freely down her warm, rosy cheeks. Her laughter began to fade, becoming softer and more laboured, but her tears ran harder. Soon he realised that she was no longer laughing, she was sobbing. He walked up to her and placed a comforting arm around her shoulders.

"What's the matter, Rory?" He questioned softly.

To be continued...

A/N: Done for the time being. Review!

~aDdIcTeD-2-GG~