Being Alone.

What if naked guy outside Rory's room was none other than Tristan?? TRORY

Disclaimer: I do not own the Gilmore Girls show, or the people on it... trust me there would be a lot more Tristan if I did :) I don't own Disney movies (well, maybe on VHS) but I love them so you might find some quotes in this.

Author's Note: OK... I'm pretty sure I've bumped into this idea before... at least once, but I can't remember the actual story, so I'm just gonna say I'm sorry to whoever wrote it if mine happens to be like yours. I would also like to warn you that this is my first fan-fic ever. Enjoy!

Paring: Rory/Tristan

"You should give him a blue shirt." Said Lane trying to hide a smile.

"I am not doing that, are you out of your mind?" Asked Rory

"I still think it´s your best choice."

"What´s your best choice? Getting mummy tons of coffee to make up for her terrible day? Cuz I´m down with that." Said Lorelai walking into the house.

"Actually Lorelai..." Started Lane.

"Here." Said Rory, giving her mom a cup of coffee she has just poured.

"...we were discussing what should Rory get for Tristan." Lane kept on babbling "It´s his birthday and she wanted to get him a book... a BOOK! As you can see not the right gift. Well, not if she could get him the blue shirt"

"I am not getting the shirt Lane, drop it!"

"What´s with this shirt? Is it magical? Does it sing? Uhh... wait, does it make you get the girls?" Asked a confused but exited Lorelai.

"Of course not. It makes them... wait! Are you telling me that you don´t know what the blue shirt is about? How can you not know about the blue shirt? Think Lorelai.... Tristan, girls.... blue shirt?" Lane demanded.

"Rory, why has Lane said "Blue shirt" three times in the same sentence?" Asked Lorelai a little bit concerned with Lane´s outburst.

"I have no idea. I´m gonna take her to my room so you can watch some TV alone, you could use some quiet time."

"You haven´t told her." Said Lane accusingly.

"What?... um... of course I did, she doesn´t remember that´s all." She half mumbled.

"You haven´t told her, you haven´t told her." Started singing Lane.

"I´m sorry, I´m gonna take her now."

"Oh, no you are not. I would really like for Lane to tell me this story that you so surely say you told me."

"Fine, if you rather listen to her nonsense, that´s your call. I´m going to my room."

"I can´t believe she didn´t tell you, she tells you everything..."

"Lane, story please."

"Oh, right! Remember the time my band had a gig in New York? The guys all came to listen to us play?" Lorelai nodded. "Well, after that we all got together and somehow they guys started telling some weird after... IT stories"

"After IT?" asked a confused Lorelai

"You know.... IT... with a capital IT..." Said Lane almost begging her not to make her say the word.

"OH, yes. IT" Said Lorelai after a few seconds, finally understanding what she meant.

"Tristan said the best of them all. Turns out he had dated this girl who had a thing for wearing his shirts after... um... they were done?" Said Lane checking if Lorelai had gotten that last part. "So, anyways.... Tristan is ready to end the relationship one night, right? And the girl is just standing there in his ever favorite blue shirt. And she starts shouting on how he can not do that to her, and how he´ll never find someone half as good as her and in the middle of the ramble she decides that she is not returning the shirt. Tristan points out that he can not leave half naked, thing she had already noticed so of course she holds on to it more tightly. Finally, Tris gives up his shirt and leaves the room, half naked. He got a two weeks cold and lost his best shirt all in one night."

By the end of the story Lorelai was laughing at the guy´s bad luck, but then the wheels on her head started turning.

"I know that look... that´s the I-just-had-the-best-idea-ever kind of look! I knew you would agree with me... so, what do you have in mind?"

And then, without Rory´s knowledge, they started plotting.