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

Second AN: Hello lovely FF people!!! I´m sorry it took this long to update. I had to find myself a BETA and then some things where lost to cyberspace and well... here I am again. First of all I´d like to say a public and huge THANK YOU! to Karizma and Michelle you girls have been more than helpfull. Now on to the story... and please review, pretty please with sugar on top, and a cherry... :)

Tristan came out of the shower to be greeted by a very familiar figure.

"Hey Kell! What ya doing here?"

"Big fight with Andrew, HUGE. I'd thought I'd spend the night here... after all this is my apartment."

"Sure thing Kell, you know you can do whatever you want, just don't kick me out... not just yet anyways" His trademark smirk appearing on his face.

"Nah, no reason to worry, I expect him to come groveling any minute now." He chuckled.

"So, when did you get here?"

"Last night, not that late. I must say I was impressed to find you already sleeping... am I mistaken or wasn't it yesterday Saturday, Holly day of going out and partying." She replied mockingly.

"Long story, don't even ask."

"Wasn't gonna." She said with a sly smile as he walked to the kitchen.

"Do you want something for breakfast?"

"Breakfast?! It's already past midday"

"Grilled cheese sandwich?"

"You sure know the way to a girl's heart. So, who is she?"

"I don't know what you are talking about."

"Tris... c'mon, there is only one reason, other than being mortally ill, which I can see your not, for you not to go out on a Saturday night, so spill."

"How bout we discuss your fight..." He started to say just to be cut off with warning tone.

"Don't even think about it; besides you know you want to tell me." She stated.

Next thing he knew he was telling her about meeting Rory again, and their new friendship. He explaned how he had come to understand that she wasn´t intrested in seeing anybody. She had been hurt really bad with Jess and sworn away guys for the time being. So he started randomly dating again, it seemed to give her some peace of mind. He, clearly chasing other girls presented no threat to her, you can't get hurt by someone who isn´t interested. At first he had tried to make the dates work but it was impossible. Eventually he stopped dating, not that Rory had any knowledge of this, but he couldn't risk being with someone else the day she decided she was ready to date. He had to be that guy... he just had to.

"Oh boy, you've fallen without recovery... I just hope she is worth it." Kell said feeling sorry for her cousin.

"She is, she's worth the world and more. God, you should see her, she is beautiful... gorgeous, and smart and innocent and... real, Kell." He replied dreamily.

"Well, I really hope it works out between you two."

"Thanks, I hope so too." He said walking towards his room.

"Hey Tris! I borrowed a shirt last night to sleep in.... couldn't find anything else, I hope you don't mind. I'll wash it if you want."

"Kell don't be ridiculous, I'll wash it with the rest of my stuff later."

"K, I´ll bring it over to your room."

10 seconds later she walked into Tristan´s room holding the blue shirt.

"Oh God, not the blue shirt." he said looking at it. There was a wierd look on Kell´s face so he thought he should explain it to her.

"Rory gave me that shirt. I told her once about this girl I used to date who kidnaped my favoutite blue shirt in a desperate attempt to keep me in her bed longer. When Rory gave me the shirt I promised I wouldn´t wear it, unless I was to go out with her, so that no psyco chick would take it. " He said smiling.

Kell who had gone mute after his first statement in complete deja vú snaped out of her trance.

"Oh god.... this is not good, not good at all." She mumbled to herself "Tris, look, this girl dropped by this morning."

"What girl? Why didn´t you tell me before?"

"Just listen to me OK! She came really early and I was really tired, so for a moment I thought I had dreamed it all... but now I know I didn´t. I opened the door wearing this shirt and this short haired brunette looked at me in shock. All she said was, "Not the blue shirt" and then stormed out. Tris, I´m so sorry, I had no idea..." But he was already gone.

He knew the chances of finding her in her dorm where slim to none but he had to try. Paris opened the door and would have slammed it shut but she got a glimpse of his eyes.

"So, what was it Tristan? You were drunk? Or maybe drugged? Uh... maybe someone took over your apartment! You know, you had me fooled...I really thought you liked her." She knew she was harsh and he did look devastated but she was not going to let him out of it so easily.

"It was Kell."

"Kell? I thought you were going out with Heather."

"Oh, yeah. Heather Block."

"Heather Block?! But she moved to London after Chilton." She said dumbly.

"Yeah, I know that, you know that... Rory on the other hand, doesn´t even remember her attending Chilton. Look Paris, I made her up...she was fake. They all were...."

"You are pathetic."

"I know."

"Who´s the blond?" She said still a little bit annoyed.

"I already told you, it was Kell, my cousin, the one I´m renting the apartment from... she had a fight with her boyfriend and crashed there. I didn´t find out about her or the shirt until just now, and I´m guessing it was too late."

"Well, she went home."

"Damn it!" Tristan said covering his face with his hands.

"I´m sorry Tris." She said apologetically, he seemed to be ruined by this.

"I guess there is no point in me going over, is there?" He asked hopelessly.

"How about I call her and try to explain? I´m not sure she´ll listen to me... I´m positive she won´t listen to you. Come in, I´ll be right back."

He couldn´t say how long he had been in that couch and quite frankly by the time Paris got back he was pretty annoyed.

"Well, good news is she doesn´t hate your guts." She said cheerfully. "She´s staying there though, she´ll be back on Monday."

"What´s going on Paris?"

"What do you mean?"

"Rory is a sensible girl and this reaction is out of proportion. She thought I had a date so she must have known there was a slim possibility of such date being at my place, specially that early in the morning. Granted the blue shirt was a slap in the face, but don´t you thing she hating my guts it´s a little bit too much?"

"I didn´t say she hated your guts." She mumbled nervously.

"Paris." He said making it sound half a warning, half a question.

"Well, maybe... just a little bit..." She caved in.

"What was Rory doing at my place at 8 o´clock on a Sunday morning?" He asked surprised he didn´t think about it before.

"Uh... I think you should go now." But he wouldn´t move. "I shouldn´t be the one to tell you this..." She said beginning to pace up and down the room.

"But you will."

After what seemed like an eternity she broke. "She was going to tell you that she likes you." She blurted out finally. "Well, more in the lines of really like you... in the border of love I guess, though she would never use that word." She kept on rambling. "But its useless now, she has managed to convince herself that she doesn't think of you that way. By the time I called her she was actually glad that you've found someone... she's back to that stupid ´I don't want to have anything to do with boys, being alone is great, I'm focusing on my studies´ phase"

"Oh no she's not." He said reaching for the door.