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I know there isn't much Tristan/Rory interaction, but I don't want to focus MAINLY on them. I'm trying to write in the other couples as well as the Trory pairing... I hope I'm doing okay. Review and let me know. I hope you like this new chapter...
Also, read and review Gnome1's stories. They're really good and she would like more of your support! So be dolls and do that after you read and review mine! *grins
Chapter Five:
Tristan stood there staring at her for a moment. He had never let anyone even sit in the drivers' seat of his 2000 Jaguar XK8 Convertible before, let alone let someone else drive it. Add to the fact that Tristan had witnessed Rory's driving before, and it wasn't that great.
"Gilmore... you hit a deer. Do you honestly think I'm going to let you drive my Jag?!" Tristan asked, clearly shocked.
Rory's eyes widened, remembering the deer incident before shaking her head innocently. "Nu uh, Twissy. The deer hit ME." Rory said, pointing her index finger towards her chest, as if she were talking to a five-year-old.
"Rory, baby, I love you. But I love my car so much more..." Tristan said weakly, petting the side of it affectionately. "You asking to drive my car is like asking you to share your coffee..." Tristan said. He chuckled softly as Rory's eye widened at the mere thought of having to share her coffee.
Pouting, Rory began to pet the steering wheel and cooing affectionately to it. "I'm sorry Vinny Spinny. Trisquit won't let me drive you because he thinks I'm a bad driver."
Tristan watched amused as he took the keys out of his pocket. Hopping into the passenger seat, he sighed dramatically, before handing Rory the keys.
"Please, please, PLEASE do not do anything to hurt this car. I have never let anyone else besides me near the spot that you are in, ever. This is my baby and it means almost as much to me as you do, so please... be careful." Tristan said, trying to stress the word "careful".
Rory smiled like a little kid on Christmas who just received a million cups of coffee. The very thought brought a smile to Tristan's face. 'God... I'm crazy about this girl...' Tristan thought, glancing at her as she pulled out of the parking lot and sped off to the DuGrey mansion, watching the road carefully while slightly bobbing the head to the music.
Slowly turning her head towards Tristan, she smiled softly. "Thank you, Tris. For trusting me with you car..." Rory told him when they were at a stop sigh. Tristan glanced around to make sure no one was waiting for them to go. Since the coast was clear, Tristan scooted near her and pulled her head gently to him.
"Rory, you're becoming very aware of you power over me... and I'd like it very much if you'd go back to oblivious Rory..." Tristan joked. Before replying, Rory was pulled into one of the most powerful kisses.
When a car behind them honked, it brought them out of the cloud nine state, and Rory blushed. Swiftly making a right and heading to their destination, a smile playing on her lips.
Jess Mariano was standing outside one of the largest homes he had ever seen. Glancing at the tall fence, he saw the name "Lynn" built in iron atop of it, and knew he was at the right place. Driving his motorcycle into the driveway, he looked around. 'I can't believe I'm doing this...' he thought to himself, taking off his helmet and knocking on the door.
A petite brunette with short, curly hair and a smiling face opened the door. "Jess!" She said excitedly, pulling him into a hug.
"Madeline Lynn... long time babe." Jess said into her ear, a genuine smile forming on his face.
"What are you doing here?" Madeline asked, pulling away from the embrace and letting him in.
"I happen to know that Chilton is having a Winter Formal... and I was hoping I could take you to it." Jess said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"How do you know about Chilton having a Winter Formal?" Madeline asked curiously, but easily blowing it off. "I'd love for you to be my date! I didn't know you were in Connecticut, again." Madeline said, after asking the maid to bring to cokes up to her bedroom for herself and Jess.
"I just moved back last weekend. And I knew about Chilton having a Formal because it just so happens that I know a few people at Chilton." Jess said, again naturally.
"It's been so long since I've seen you... Since that horrible wedding in New York last summer." Madeline said, thinking back to the disastrous almost wedding of Shane Mariano and Liz Lynn.
"It has been too long, Maddy." Jess said, smiling at her. He had missed the perky brunette...
Paris sat staring at her phone for almost 2 hours before finally deciding to use it. Dialing a phone number that was somehow etched into her brain, she listened to the rings...
"Hello?" A male's voice came over the phone, abruptly stopping the shrill rings that had sounded in Paris' ear.
"Hello, Tyler, it's Paris." Paris said, somewhat unsure of herself. She hadn't even known why she was calling him, but she found herself dialing his number instead of Jamie's, like she had intended just moments before.
Tyler began to grin through the phone and he was sure that when he spoke, Paris would realize it. Tyler, like most males who attended Chilton, rarely had true feelings for the female population. He was rather surprised when he became aware of his feelings for Paris.
"Gellar, how's my girl doing?" Tyler said, confidence pouring through him that he hadn't known he had.
Paris slightly blushed at the sudden attentiveness she was receiving from Tyler. "Are you busy?" Paris asked, deciding she should spit her question out before she lost the nerve.
"No... are you? Because I could come and get you and we could go somewhere..." Tyler said, the nervousness he felt somehow creeping into his voice.
Paris smiled when she heard that his confidence was slowly fading. She could easily picture Tyler on the other end of the phone, fidgeting. The 5'11 boy was rather skinny but you could tell he was built from years of playing hockey. His short, somewhat spiked black hair stood up in every direction, while his deep emerald green eyes laughed. She blushed at just the thought of him...
"Um, I'd like that, Tyler. Give me an hour?" Paris asked, glancing at her clock. '8 o'clock? Where'd the time go?' She thought to herself.
"Sure, Gellar. I'll be at your door at 9. See you." Tyler said, hanging up the phone quickly not wanting to give Paris the chance to change her mind.
Dropping the phone, Paris quickly picked it back up and dialed Tristan's cell phone for the second time that day.
Tristan and Rory were in Tristan's room watching 'Don't Answer the Phone' when the phone began to ring. Jumping a little, Rory laughed at the irony of the situation. Crawling over Tristan, she reached for his cell phone on the other side of his half asleep form.
"Hello?" Rory asked, laying her torso across Tristan, her elbows on the other side of him.
"Rory... you have to come over, now!" Paris said, the urgency in her voice caused Rory to sit up a little bit.
"What's wrong?" Rory asked, worry creeping its way into her voice. She sighed in relief when Paris explained the situation to her. "Jesus Paris, I thought you were dying. I'll be over in like, 5 minutes." Rory said, hanging up.
"Tristan, get up." Rory said, pinching his sides.
Tristan grabbed Rory's hands with his eyes still closed and pulled her down on him so she was lying directly on top of him.
"Nooo, Tristan. We have to go to Paris'. Apparently Tyler is going to pick her up for a date at 9 and she needs our help. Come on, up up." Rory said, climbing off of Tristan's bed and looking for her shoes.
Tristan got up and went to his closet, looking for a shirt to put on. "I'm going to have to change my cell phone number at the rate Paris is heading..." Tristan joked, while taking a baby blue Hollister sweater off a hanger and slipping it on top of his wife beater.
Rory laughed as she began to look through Tristan's clothes. "Rory... what are you doing?" Tristan asked.
"Looking for a hoodie, jacket, ect." Rory told him as she said, "a ha!" And slipped a dark blue Nautica hoodie over her head.
"Baby... I'm not going to have any clothes left with the rate YOU'RE going..." Tristan said, placing his hands on her hips from behind her and leading her down the steps of his home.
"Yes, but Tris... you know I look better in your clothes than you do..." Rory said, as she hopped into the passenger seat of his beloved Jaguar.
"Just because you look hot in them doesn't mean you have to wear them all the time..." Tristan said, before he pulled his car into the Gellar's driveway, 2 minute away from his own.
"Actually Tris, that's exactly what it means." Rory said as she ran up the steps to the Gellar mansion and rang the doorbell, waiting for someone to answer the door.
Paris was sitting on her bed when she heard the doorbell ring. Flying out of her room she ran down the stairs while screaming, "I'll get it!" to the maid. She answered the door out of breath to find a rather amused Tristan and a smiling Rory.
"Hey Paris. You're... um... what exactly are we here for again?" Rory asked, looking at Tristan, instead of Paris for her answer.
"Something about Tyler..." Tristan said, glancing at an annoyed Paris.
"Paris... we can't very well help if you won't move out of the way and let us in the door." Tristan said, pushing his way past Paris and pulling Rory in through the door.
Shutting the door, Paris turned around and led them up the steps, mainly talking to Rory. "I have nothing to wear! Pink makes my head look small. All my clothes are basically dull... I have no perfect top... I don't have make up... Rory! HELP!" Paris said, beginning to sound more like Madeline and Louise than she had ever wanted.
Trying not to laugh, Rory walked into Paris' large closet. "Paris... I remember having this conversation somewhere... now where was it? Oh yes... at my house... before you date with Tristan." Rory said laughing, the subject not being a serious situation anymore. In fact, they were all busting up when Rory heard the doorbell ring.
Glancing at the clock, Paris' eyes widened. It was already 8:45 and Tyler had that annoying habit of being early. Before Paris could comment, however, Rory stepped in.
"Tris, baby... go run downstairs and take Tyler to the game room or something, okay? Tell him Paris will be down in about 30 minutes. Okay? Please, thank you." Rory said, pushing him out the door and turning her attention back to Paris.
"Normally I'd have you ready in about 10 minutes, but considering I don't have my pretty stick... aka the Eldest Loralei, we're going to need longer... first lets pick out the outfit..." Rory said, stepping into Paris' closet.
Tristan jogged down the steps and flung the door open to reveal a rather nervous Tyler. "What are you so nervous about Jones'? Never gone on a date before?" Tristan laughed, letting him in.
"What are you doing here DuGrey?" Tyler asked, looking around the front parlor.
"Well, in the middle of my sleeping... I hear my cell phone ringing. Then I feel something crawl over me to get the phone. Then I hear people speaking and then Rory is attacking me. She's telling me I need to get up because you asked Paris out and Paris needed Rory's help on getting ready... therefore leading me here... We'll probably tag along on your little date tonight, considering Paris will talk about something school related if we're not there to break the ice." Tristan said, leading Tyler down the hallway to the entertainment room.
"Oh..." Was all Tyler said, before plopping down onto the couch as Tristan began to flip through the channels. "This is going to be awhile, isn't it?"
Tristan laughed, "You have no idea... If Loralei were here, it'd be so much easier. But, you have the youngest of the Gilmore's here this evening and she isn't as quick as Loralei..." Tristan said, "You might want to get comfortable."
Twenty minutes later, Rory had Paris' outfit picked out and her makeup was done. Now she was working on her hair.
"Rory..." Paris began to ask, however Rory interrupted her. "Tristan and I are already planning on tagging along with the two of you to go see Pirates of the Caribbean at 10:10 at Hartford Showplace 12." Rory said, smiling reassuringly at her.
"Thanks, Ror." Paris said, several minutes later when her hair was also done.
"What are friends for?" Rory asked, smiling at Paris. "We should probably get downstairs. It's almost 9:20 and if I know Tristan, he's probably half asleep." Rory laughed, heading out the door.
Tyler was sitting on the couch when he heard Rory and Paris approaching. Turning around slowly, his breath got caught in his throat. He never thought he would describe Paris Gellar as beautiful, but as she slowly approached him with a look of doubt on her face, he couldn't think of any other adjective to fit her. She was simply stunning...
Paris was wearing a pair of light blue hip huggers that she had gotten from Weathervane her last trip to the mall with Louise. She had on a dark blue long-sleeved top with a low v-neck, a white tank top underneath it. She had on a bit of a light blue eyeshadow on Crimson Passion lipstick, just a shade darker than her natural color. He hair was partly up and slightly curly, with the help of a curling iron.
"Hello, Tyler." Paris said, approaching him.
"You look... you look, beautiful." Tyler had finally gotten out, after much tripping over those 3 words.
Paris ducked her head slightly as her cheeks began to grow hot. "Thank you. Are you ready to go?" Paris asked.
"Yeah... Tristan and Rory are going to tag along, is that okay?" Tyler asked.
"Oh, that's fine." Paris said, mouthing 'thank you' to Tristan and Rory before allowing Tyler to lead her out the door.
"Gellar actually looked kind of hot." Tristan commented once they were safely in his Jaguar. "How'd you get her to dress like that?"
Rory looked at him, her face displaying angry while her eyes gave away the playfulness. "Tristan Janlan DuGrey... did you just tell me you thought another girl looked hot?!" Rory asked, incredulously. Shaking her head smiling, "She did look pretty though... And surprisingly I didn't have to fight her anything... she told me to pick out an outfit and I said okay." Rory said smiling.
"Thank you for doing this for them, Tris. It really means a lot to Paris." Rory said, leaning over to kiss Tristan on the cheek.
"I know, it's not a problem. Now lets go... if we leave me unattended for 10 more minutes than necessary they might not be able to remove their eyes from one another." Tristan joked, backing out of the Gellar's driveway and heading over to the Hartford Mall.
"Tristan... when we get to the mall... will you buy me a cup of coffee?" Rory asked, smiling sweetly over at him.
I've someone managed to weasel my way onto 27 people's favorite authors' list. So thank you to the 27 of you! I'd really like to see myself on more, though... -hint, hint- Press that button at the bottom and make me one of your favorites. You know you want to...!
I know there isn't much Tristan/Rory interaction, but I don't want to focus MAINLY on them. I'm trying to write in the other couples as well as the Trory pairing... I hope I'm doing okay. Review and let me know. I hope you like this new chapter...
Also, read and review Gnome1's stories. They're really good and she would like more of your support! So be dolls and do that after you read and review mine! *grins
Chapter Five:
Tristan stood there staring at her for a moment. He had never let anyone even sit in the drivers' seat of his 2000 Jaguar XK8 Convertible before, let alone let someone else drive it. Add to the fact that Tristan had witnessed Rory's driving before, and it wasn't that great.
"Gilmore... you hit a deer. Do you honestly think I'm going to let you drive my Jag?!" Tristan asked, clearly shocked.
Rory's eyes widened, remembering the deer incident before shaking her head innocently. "Nu uh, Twissy. The deer hit ME." Rory said, pointing her index finger towards her chest, as if she were talking to a five-year-old.
"Rory, baby, I love you. But I love my car so much more..." Tristan said weakly, petting the side of it affectionately. "You asking to drive my car is like asking you to share your coffee..." Tristan said. He chuckled softly as Rory's eye widened at the mere thought of having to share her coffee.
Pouting, Rory began to pet the steering wheel and cooing affectionately to it. "I'm sorry Vinny Spinny. Trisquit won't let me drive you because he thinks I'm a bad driver."
Tristan watched amused as he took the keys out of his pocket. Hopping into the passenger seat, he sighed dramatically, before handing Rory the keys.
"Please, please, PLEASE do not do anything to hurt this car. I have never let anyone else besides me near the spot that you are in, ever. This is my baby and it means almost as much to me as you do, so please... be careful." Tristan said, trying to stress the word "careful".
Rory smiled like a little kid on Christmas who just received a million cups of coffee. The very thought brought a smile to Tristan's face. 'God... I'm crazy about this girl...' Tristan thought, glancing at her as she pulled out of the parking lot and sped off to the DuGrey mansion, watching the road carefully while slightly bobbing the head to the music.
Slowly turning her head towards Tristan, she smiled softly. "Thank you, Tris. For trusting me with you car..." Rory told him when they were at a stop sigh. Tristan glanced around to make sure no one was waiting for them to go. Since the coast was clear, Tristan scooted near her and pulled her head gently to him.
"Rory, you're becoming very aware of you power over me... and I'd like it very much if you'd go back to oblivious Rory..." Tristan joked. Before replying, Rory was pulled into one of the most powerful kisses.
When a car behind them honked, it brought them out of the cloud nine state, and Rory blushed. Swiftly making a right and heading to their destination, a smile playing on her lips.
Jess Mariano was standing outside one of the largest homes he had ever seen. Glancing at the tall fence, he saw the name "Lynn" built in iron atop of it, and knew he was at the right place. Driving his motorcycle into the driveway, he looked around. 'I can't believe I'm doing this...' he thought to himself, taking off his helmet and knocking on the door.
A petite brunette with short, curly hair and a smiling face opened the door. "Jess!" She said excitedly, pulling him into a hug.
"Madeline Lynn... long time babe." Jess said into her ear, a genuine smile forming on his face.
"What are you doing here?" Madeline asked, pulling away from the embrace and letting him in.
"I happen to know that Chilton is having a Winter Formal... and I was hoping I could take you to it." Jess said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"How do you know about Chilton having a Winter Formal?" Madeline asked curiously, but easily blowing it off. "I'd love for you to be my date! I didn't know you were in Connecticut, again." Madeline said, after asking the maid to bring to cokes up to her bedroom for herself and Jess.
"I just moved back last weekend. And I knew about Chilton having a Formal because it just so happens that I know a few people at Chilton." Jess said, again naturally.
"It's been so long since I've seen you... Since that horrible wedding in New York last summer." Madeline said, thinking back to the disastrous almost wedding of Shane Mariano and Liz Lynn.
"It has been too long, Maddy." Jess said, smiling at her. He had missed the perky brunette...
Paris sat staring at her phone for almost 2 hours before finally deciding to use it. Dialing a phone number that was somehow etched into her brain, she listened to the rings...
"Hello?" A male's voice came over the phone, abruptly stopping the shrill rings that had sounded in Paris' ear.
"Hello, Tyler, it's Paris." Paris said, somewhat unsure of herself. She hadn't even known why she was calling him, but she found herself dialing his number instead of Jamie's, like she had intended just moments before.
Tyler began to grin through the phone and he was sure that when he spoke, Paris would realize it. Tyler, like most males who attended Chilton, rarely had true feelings for the female population. He was rather surprised when he became aware of his feelings for Paris.
"Gellar, how's my girl doing?" Tyler said, confidence pouring through him that he hadn't known he had.
Paris slightly blushed at the sudden attentiveness she was receiving from Tyler. "Are you busy?" Paris asked, deciding she should spit her question out before she lost the nerve.
"No... are you? Because I could come and get you and we could go somewhere..." Tyler said, the nervousness he felt somehow creeping into his voice.
Paris smiled when she heard that his confidence was slowly fading. She could easily picture Tyler on the other end of the phone, fidgeting. The 5'11 boy was rather skinny but you could tell he was built from years of playing hockey. His short, somewhat spiked black hair stood up in every direction, while his deep emerald green eyes laughed. She blushed at just the thought of him...
"Um, I'd like that, Tyler. Give me an hour?" Paris asked, glancing at her clock. '8 o'clock? Where'd the time go?' She thought to herself.
"Sure, Gellar. I'll be at your door at 9. See you." Tyler said, hanging up the phone quickly not wanting to give Paris the chance to change her mind.
Dropping the phone, Paris quickly picked it back up and dialed Tristan's cell phone for the second time that day.
Tristan and Rory were in Tristan's room watching 'Don't Answer the Phone' when the phone began to ring. Jumping a little, Rory laughed at the irony of the situation. Crawling over Tristan, she reached for his cell phone on the other side of his half asleep form.
"Hello?" Rory asked, laying her torso across Tristan, her elbows on the other side of him.
"Rory... you have to come over, now!" Paris said, the urgency in her voice caused Rory to sit up a little bit.
"What's wrong?" Rory asked, worry creeping its way into her voice. She sighed in relief when Paris explained the situation to her. "Jesus Paris, I thought you were dying. I'll be over in like, 5 minutes." Rory said, hanging up.
"Tristan, get up." Rory said, pinching his sides.
Tristan grabbed Rory's hands with his eyes still closed and pulled her down on him so she was lying directly on top of him.
"Nooo, Tristan. We have to go to Paris'. Apparently Tyler is going to pick her up for a date at 9 and she needs our help. Come on, up up." Rory said, climbing off of Tristan's bed and looking for her shoes.
Tristan got up and went to his closet, looking for a shirt to put on. "I'm going to have to change my cell phone number at the rate Paris is heading..." Tristan joked, while taking a baby blue Hollister sweater off a hanger and slipping it on top of his wife beater.
Rory laughed as she began to look through Tristan's clothes. "Rory... what are you doing?" Tristan asked.
"Looking for a hoodie, jacket, ect." Rory told him as she said, "a ha!" And slipped a dark blue Nautica hoodie over her head.
"Baby... I'm not going to have any clothes left with the rate YOU'RE going..." Tristan said, placing his hands on her hips from behind her and leading her down the steps of his home.
"Yes, but Tris... you know I look better in your clothes than you do..." Rory said, as she hopped into the passenger seat of his beloved Jaguar.
"Just because you look hot in them doesn't mean you have to wear them all the time..." Tristan said, before he pulled his car into the Gellar's driveway, 2 minute away from his own.
"Actually Tris, that's exactly what it means." Rory said as she ran up the steps to the Gellar mansion and rang the doorbell, waiting for someone to answer the door.
Paris was sitting on her bed when she heard the doorbell ring. Flying out of her room she ran down the stairs while screaming, "I'll get it!" to the maid. She answered the door out of breath to find a rather amused Tristan and a smiling Rory.
"Hey Paris. You're... um... what exactly are we here for again?" Rory asked, looking at Tristan, instead of Paris for her answer.
"Something about Tyler..." Tristan said, glancing at an annoyed Paris.
"Paris... we can't very well help if you won't move out of the way and let us in the door." Tristan said, pushing his way past Paris and pulling Rory in through the door.
Shutting the door, Paris turned around and led them up the steps, mainly talking to Rory. "I have nothing to wear! Pink makes my head look small. All my clothes are basically dull... I have no perfect top... I don't have make up... Rory! HELP!" Paris said, beginning to sound more like Madeline and Louise than she had ever wanted.
Trying not to laugh, Rory walked into Paris' large closet. "Paris... I remember having this conversation somewhere... now where was it? Oh yes... at my house... before you date with Tristan." Rory said laughing, the subject not being a serious situation anymore. In fact, they were all busting up when Rory heard the doorbell ring.
Glancing at the clock, Paris' eyes widened. It was already 8:45 and Tyler had that annoying habit of being early. Before Paris could comment, however, Rory stepped in.
"Tris, baby... go run downstairs and take Tyler to the game room or something, okay? Tell him Paris will be down in about 30 minutes. Okay? Please, thank you." Rory said, pushing him out the door and turning her attention back to Paris.
"Normally I'd have you ready in about 10 minutes, but considering I don't have my pretty stick... aka the Eldest Loralei, we're going to need longer... first lets pick out the outfit..." Rory said, stepping into Paris' closet.
Tristan jogged down the steps and flung the door open to reveal a rather nervous Tyler. "What are you so nervous about Jones'? Never gone on a date before?" Tristan laughed, letting him in.
"What are you doing here DuGrey?" Tyler asked, looking around the front parlor.
"Well, in the middle of my sleeping... I hear my cell phone ringing. Then I feel something crawl over me to get the phone. Then I hear people speaking and then Rory is attacking me. She's telling me I need to get up because you asked Paris out and Paris needed Rory's help on getting ready... therefore leading me here... We'll probably tag along on your little date tonight, considering Paris will talk about something school related if we're not there to break the ice." Tristan said, leading Tyler down the hallway to the entertainment room.
"Oh..." Was all Tyler said, before plopping down onto the couch as Tristan began to flip through the channels. "This is going to be awhile, isn't it?"
Tristan laughed, "You have no idea... If Loralei were here, it'd be so much easier. But, you have the youngest of the Gilmore's here this evening and she isn't as quick as Loralei..." Tristan said, "You might want to get comfortable."
Twenty minutes later, Rory had Paris' outfit picked out and her makeup was done. Now she was working on her hair.
"Rory..." Paris began to ask, however Rory interrupted her. "Tristan and I are already planning on tagging along with the two of you to go see Pirates of the Caribbean at 10:10 at Hartford Showplace 12." Rory said, smiling reassuringly at her.
"Thanks, Ror." Paris said, several minutes later when her hair was also done.
"What are friends for?" Rory asked, smiling at Paris. "We should probably get downstairs. It's almost 9:20 and if I know Tristan, he's probably half asleep." Rory laughed, heading out the door.
Tyler was sitting on the couch when he heard Rory and Paris approaching. Turning around slowly, his breath got caught in his throat. He never thought he would describe Paris Gellar as beautiful, but as she slowly approached him with a look of doubt on her face, he couldn't think of any other adjective to fit her. She was simply stunning...
Paris was wearing a pair of light blue hip huggers that she had gotten from Weathervane her last trip to the mall with Louise. She had on a dark blue long-sleeved top with a low v-neck, a white tank top underneath it. She had on a bit of a light blue eyeshadow on Crimson Passion lipstick, just a shade darker than her natural color. He hair was partly up and slightly curly, with the help of a curling iron.
"Hello, Tyler." Paris said, approaching him.
"You look... you look, beautiful." Tyler had finally gotten out, after much tripping over those 3 words.
Paris ducked her head slightly as her cheeks began to grow hot. "Thank you. Are you ready to go?" Paris asked.
"Yeah... Tristan and Rory are going to tag along, is that okay?" Tyler asked.
"Oh, that's fine." Paris said, mouthing 'thank you' to Tristan and Rory before allowing Tyler to lead her out the door.
"Gellar actually looked kind of hot." Tristan commented once they were safely in his Jaguar. "How'd you get her to dress like that?"
Rory looked at him, her face displaying angry while her eyes gave away the playfulness. "Tristan Janlan DuGrey... did you just tell me you thought another girl looked hot?!" Rory asked, incredulously. Shaking her head smiling, "She did look pretty though... And surprisingly I didn't have to fight her anything... she told me to pick out an outfit and I said okay." Rory said smiling.
"Thank you for doing this for them, Tris. It really means a lot to Paris." Rory said, leaning over to kiss Tristan on the cheek.
"I know, it's not a problem. Now lets go... if we leave me unattended for 10 more minutes than necessary they might not be able to remove their eyes from one another." Tristan joked, backing out of the Gellar's driveway and heading over to the Hartford Mall.
"Tristan... when we get to the mall... will you buy me a cup of coffee?" Rory asked, smiling sweetly over at him.