Title: Predictable

Author: ~aDdIcTeD-2-GG~

Rating: G

A/N: I know, I know it's been a dreadfully long time. My apolagies! But it's finally here and i do hope you like it.

Chapter 6: Fantasies of dream boy as a husband

--Recap--

"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.

-------------

Rory continued to sob, but not as loud anymore. Tristan rubbed her back in circles, helping to calm Rory down.

She took a deep breath and wiped away her tears with the back of her hand. She looked up at Tristan, embarassed at him witnessing her little display of emotions.

"It's nothing. Just having a hard day." She replied shakily, trying to sound confident but failing miseribly.

"Why am I somehow not convinced?" He questioned softly. "Rory, I can keep a secret if that's what you're worried about."

"Well, I, I broke up with my boyfriend..." Rory rested her head in her hands as she struggled to hold back her tears.

"I... I'm sorry to hear that, Rory."

Rory looked up at Tristan again.

"Thankyou." She replied and then gave Tristan a hug of thanks.

Not knowing what to do, Tristan nervously put his arms around her as well.

'This is weird...' He thought to himself. 'I come here to meet the neighbours and I end up hugging an attractive, funny... crying girl. At least I know she's single!'

"You can let go now, Tristan." Came Rory's muffled voice from within his arms.

"Oh sorry." Tristan apologised. He unwrapped his arms from around her to reveal a wet patch on his jumper where Rory's tears had fallen.

Rory sighed. "Sorry, I've left a mark on your jumper! I should probably get that off for you, I'm soo sorry, Tristan."

"Don't worry about it. The washing machine's arrived and the maid will do it. Plus, i'm not wearing anything underneath. Or maybe that's why you want to get it off for me...hah, am I right? Does it kill you how well I know you?" He gave her a not-so-subtle wink.

"Actually, I was going to ask you to give it to me another day, not now." She replied in defense.

"Ok, ok you win!" Tristan laughed.

"That's not the point Tristan. I'm not trying to win anything."

"Well, someone's obviously not in the mood to joke around..."

"Yeah, you think?!?" she asked sarcastically. "I was crying 2 minutes ago until you decided to crack a dirty joke! You have a knack for good timing don't you?"

"You sure don't sound like you were crying!"

"Look, Tristan, if you want t-" Rory suddenly stopped and stared at Tristan.

He was standing in front of her, laughing, at her it would seem.

"So I guess you're laughing at me now?"

"Basicly."

Rory sighed. "Would you care to explain what's so hilarious?"

"You."

"Well, I'm going to return to the truely enthralling conversation that's taking place in the other room. Maybe you'd care to join us once you're more appropriately presented. Preferably without that goofy smile on your face." Rory turned around decidedly and walked away. Tristan simply smiled again.

"Wipe that smart-ass smile off your face, Dugrey!" Rory called out on her way.

Tristan laughed out loud and then made the wise decision to do as he was told. After running a hand through his hair, Tristan followed after Rory. He entered the room and took up his former seat, opposite Rory. He stared at her in an attempt to gain her atenttion but she seemed to be purposely ignoring him. He tried to make her laugh by winking at her suggestively as well, but she seemed determined not to respond. Eventually he just gave up and waited until after dinner to talk to her.

"I noticed you didn't give-in to your usual fit of giggles before dinner." He mentioned to her casually.

"What makes you think your antics are worth laughing at in the first place?"

"Well they made you laugh before didn't they?"

"Yeah, and I also ended up crying."

"That was hardly my fault. And remember – Who was your knight in shining armour who came to comfort you in your time of need? Huh? What do you have to say to that?"

"You were hardly my 'knight in shining armour'! All you did to comfort me was rub my back."

"Well, it earned me a hug, so I must have done something right!"

Rory rolled her eyes. "It doesn't bother you that you're cocky does it?"

"Nope."

"Didn't think so."

"But do you know what does bother me?" Without waiting for an answer he continued. "The fact that your anger makes me laugh."

Tristan smiled to himself.

"You have not seen me get angry, Tristan. Flustered (?), yes. Angry (?), no."

"Well, in that case, I can conclude that you're easily flustered."

"Can we stop annalysing me and move onto something else?!?"

"See, you're flustered again!" He pointed out, somewhat triumphantly.

"I am not!"

"Am too!"

"Get over it! I'm flustered, so what!?!"

"HA! You admitted it!"

"You are sooooo annoying, Dugrey!"

"And you love it, Gilmore, don't ya! You love every second of our banter."

"Not only are you annoying, Dugrey, but you are also infuriating! I really need a big, sharp, pointy needle to burst that gigantic ego of yours! It has honestly been allowed to grow way out of control, for way too long."

"How would you know? You only just met me!"

"Gold star for Dugrey for being so observant!" Rory returned sarcasticly.

Loralei strolled into the dining room where Rory and Tristan had been bantering, while the parents were chatting in the sitting room.

"Having fun kids?" Loralei questioned.

"Yes." They both replied genuinely.

"Good. Well, hate to break up the party but we gotta get going, Rory. I could really do with a coffee fix. Grandma's gotten Francine to hide the coffee again."

"Ok then. I'll see you on Monday at Chilton then?" Rory questioned.

"Sure." Tristan replied. "You can be my tour guide for the day."

"Sounds like a plan."

"Well, I'll be looking forward to seeing you again on Monday then, Miss Gilmore. It has been a sheer pleasure." He mocked.

"Agreed." Loralei and Rory replied in unison.

"Mum!"

"What? I'm 'Miss Gilmore' as well!"

Tristan laughed at the pair. He'd seemed to be laughing at Gilmore's in general alot that evening.

Rory's Grandparents and Tristan's parents were waiting by the door. Loralei and Rory said their goodbyes and then headed home.

***** The Diner *****

"So, I take it you like this Tristan kid?" Loralei asked Rory.

"He's alright to argue with."

"Not bad to look at either! I can definately see myself going out with him."

"Eww, Mum."

Luke topped their mugs up with coffee for the 5th time that evening.

"Who's she dreaming about dating now?" Luke questioned Rory.

"The parent's neighbour's 16yr old son."

Luke merely grunted and then moved on to the next table.

"See mum! Luke didn't even consider the possibility worth more than a grunt."

"Awww but it'd be heaps of fun. That way if I marry him, your step dad could be like a friend to you! Wouldn't that be heaps of fun?"

"If you promise not to go out with him, I promise not to tell Grandma you tricked Francine into telling you where the coffee's hidden."

Loralei gasped in disbelief.

"You weren't supposed to know! How did you find out?" Loralei demanded.

"Let's just say I have my sources..."

"Fine. You have a deal. Fantasies of dream boy as a husband, out, and fantasies of drinking litres of coffee in front of Grandma just to annoy her, in!"  

A/N: Now that was a pretty big dose of Tristan there so I hope his fans are satisfied. Remember, PLEASE review!!!!!!!!!!!!!