Disclaimer: Gilmore Girls don't belong to me in real life; it does in my imagination, but only in my imagination.

A/N: Sorry for the update being so late, I've got lots of stories to update and repost. Bear with me please. Hey does anyone truly know Tristan's last name? If you do (please don't guess) and you say so in a review then I'll post the next chapter up next Friday/Saturday. But, if I get contradictory answers then I might/might not post it, I'm not too sure.

Chapter 2~ The invite

***Rory's POV***

Walking into Luke's, Rory's arm was still linked with Tristan's as they joked and laughed about semi-stupid things. "Hey Tristan, we're having this part in celebration of Miss Patty's birthday and she was pressuring me into bringing a date. I wasn't gonna bring one, but, uh, do you, would you… not that it would mean that we were dating… it's just…." Rory stumbled along.

"I'd love to go, when is it?" he asked sitting down looking at the menu.

It's tomorrow night. I hope that's not too much of an inconvenience to you, what am I saying? Of course it is; one day is too little time to prepare for that sort of thing. I am an idiot I should never have brought it up and so now let's just forget about it, okay?" Rory theorized.

"No, not okay. I am going; a one-day invite is okay. I'll be there, okay?" he asked tracing his forefinger along her jaw line.

"Umm…"

"Ok, what do you guys want? Who's he?" A voice asked startling Rory out of her trance with Tristan.

"Ah! Luke, back so soon? I didn't uh; I didn't notice you. I thought, uh, I'd like a coffee and a Danish and he would like…"

"I would like a turkey sandwich? And some coffee?" Tristan asked unsure of what they sold here.

"It an odd combo, but we have it and you are?" Luke asked wearing his usual 'uniform'.

"I'm Tristan, Tristan (insert last name)." Tristan told him.

"Why does that name sound oddly familiar?" he asked writing down their order. "Oh well." Luke walked away without another word.

"So, what else is there to do in this town?" Tristan asked while waiting for their food to be brought back.

"Well, not much, but I could…" Rory started before Luke came back with their coffee and her Danish.

"I could show you around Yale and my dorm." Rory suggested.

"I'm going to Yale too! It's kinda why I came back." Tristan told her. That and you.

"Really? Well maybe we'll see each other around campus." Rory laughed.

"Yeah, maybe." Tristan echoed.

Rory's cell suddenly rang and Rory answered it while walking away. "Hello? Hold on a sec." Rory told the person. "I have to go outside, I'm not supposed to use my cell phone in here. " Rory told Tristan. Hurrying out before Luke could complain she answered the phone.

"Hello?" Rory asked.

"Hey Rory." Jess answered.

"Hey Jess, where are you?" she asked looking up at the sky while walking away from Luke's diner.

***Jess's POV***

"Look behind you." he told her.

Spinning around, Rory came face to face (almost) with Jess.

"Jess…hey." was all she could muter.

"Hey." he echoed stepping closer so they wouldn't have to shout. They were about 3 feet away from each other. "Can we talk? Maybe get something to eat?"

Eat, crap! Rory thought. "Look Jess, it was nice seeing you again, but I gotta go." she told him turning around and running away.

Jess started after her, but stopped after a block. "What's her problem?" he asked out loud. "Might as well go say hi to Luke." Walking back to the diner he trotted up to the door and swung it open. Closing the door behind him he looked around for Luke, but instead found some blonde guy asking Luke where Rory had went.

***Lane's POV***

Walking around the town, Lane searched for something to do while still holding onto…

"Hey! Where'd it go?" Lane asked referring to the picture. 'It must have fallen from my grasp while I was window-shopping'; Lane theorized and immediately blamed Taylor for it.

***Unknown POV***

"Look mommy! A picture!" a boy cried. Running up to it, he picked it up and examined it. It was a picture of a boy with spiked blonde hair. It's Tristan to be more exact, at the tender age of 16.

A/N: So, there you go. Was it worth waiting all that long for? I hope you liked it. Please R&R and tell me what you thought, because hold on to your hats ladies and gentlemen… the plot thickens.

~Mel~