A/N: Thanks to the 5 of you who reviewed, I really appreciate that. Thanks.
And I am going to try to make my chapters long, so... yeah.
Oh, and "ilovemrbloom" according to your review a couple chapters back about having her not cheat on her boyfriend that is risking his life, um, just see where I am taking the story in this chapter... or the next, I haven't really decided yet.
Disclaimer: see chapter 1 & 2, but you should already know that I don't own it... or I wouldn't be writing fan fiction, I would be writing a scene... right? I got you there.
Chapter 6: Until
3 Months Later
And that's how Lorelai "Rory" Gilmore and Tristan DuGrey became the best of friends. They told each other everything, and, of course, Tristan still had a "thing" for Rory, but he knew that they wouldn't work out. She had a boyfriend. And they were to get married when he came back. He also knew that Rory sent him letters at least 3 times a week, if not, more.
But Tristan DuGrey was not a sap. He would not pine over this girl; he would move on. Like any other person would do. And eventually, Tristan did. But he still wouldn't go out with any other girls; not now that he was best friends with a girl.
Tristan and Rory, being best friends, went to everything together: football games; Chilton parties; Stars Hollow parties; and so much more. And when you would see them, you would swear they were a couple, just by the way they looked at each other, and the way she would blush when he would whisper something dirty in her ear, and how they were –always- together.
In class, Tristan would sit behind Rory and occasionally tug at her hair, just to feel how soft it was. And Rory would just be completely oblivious to all of this.
She had a boyfriend. An almost husband. She couldn't feel that way even if she wanted to. She loved John. She did. With all her heart. And she was not going to just give him up just because she wanted someone she didn't know as much as him.
And here they were in class and the bell was just about to ring.
"Okay, class, I would like you to do a one page summary on the book you have been reading, from the beginning to where you are right now. They will be due tomorrow before class is over," the bell rings, "and you are excused."
The class starts to heed to the door, to go home, and to get on with their plans for the weekend. As usual, Rory had stayed behind, packing up slower than the rest of the class, as she does every class, just waiting until they all are out.
Tristan, knowing this schedule, stays along for her. "So, how far are you in your book?"
"Page 268. You?"
"Page one-hundred, eighty-... something."
"Really?" Rory asked, surprised.
"Yeah!" he said sarcastically.
"Wow, I'm proud of you." Rory rolled her eyes.
Their bickering continued for a couple of minutes and ended with Rory sticking her tongue out at Tristan.
"Is that an invitation?" he asked.
"In your dreams!"
"Every night, baby, every night."
"You're impossible," Rory rolled her eyes.
"Eh, but you love me."
"That's what –you- think."
Tristan just smiled at that comment, for lack of a come-back. "Come on, I need to get you home so you don't become permanently attached to this hell hole."
"Oh, yeah, wouldn't want that."
"No we wouldn't. You wouldn't be coming to the country club with me tonight."
"Oh, yeah, that's right... well maybe I should become attached here," she said smiling.
"Ha, ha. You're a funny girl," Tristan stated sarcastically.
"So I've been told."
"Ready?"
"Yup. Let's go."
¤ That night, at the country club ¤
"Rory, Tristan, so happy you're here," Emily Gilmore greeted her and Tristan at the door.
"Hi, Grandma."
"Hello, Ms. Gilmore," Tristan took Emily's outstretched hand and placed a kiss on the top of it. Rory smiled at this. The first time Tristan did this she almost burst out laughing.
"Well, your grandfather is here somewhere, Tristan."
"Yeah, he told me he would be here. Ror? You mind helping me find him?"
"Sure. Bye Grandma."
"Bye, Rory."
In search of Janlen DuGrey, Tristan took Rory's hand so they would not get lost. "Grandpa!"
Janlen was at the bar, waiting to be served. Tristan and Rory walked up to him. "Hi Mr. DuGrey."
"Janlen, please. I've told you a hundred times Rory."
Rory smiled.
"So, you guys are finally together," Janlen said. Then seeing the confused look on the 17year olds faces, he pointed to their entwined hands.
Once they saw what Janlen had been pointing to, Rory and Tristan's hands ripped apart and they stood there and looked at each other awkwardly.
"No Grandpa, we're just friends."
Janlen just shook his head and went back to his drink, sitting in front of him.
Rory and Tristan looked at each other quizzically and started to walk out to the garden.
"So you coming with me to the football game tomorrow?" Tristan asked once they got out there.
"I think so, I would have to ask my mom."
"Yeah."
"But I am sure she would say yes... I mean she has always said yes, so if she said no at this one, it is beyond me. She could have picked any other day to do it... say no I mean. She could have said-."
"Rory!"
"Hmm?"
"You're babbling, sweetie."
"Oh, sorry."
"'s alright."
"So..."
"I was thinking we could go get some dinner before, then we could go to the game."
"Yeah, that'd be fine."
"Okay."
¤ At home ¤
"So, I'll pick you up tomorrow around 6, okay?" Tristan and Rory were parked outside her house.
"Okay, I'll be here... or at Luke's either one."
"Okay, see you then."
Rory exited the car and walked up the steps, and into the house.
"So, how was it?"
Rory enters the living room that held Lorelai. "Mom?"
"Yeah, sweets."
"I think I'm falling for Tristan." Rory said as she covers her face with her hands.
A/N: Okay, I'm stopping there. Hope you guys review... cause I like reviews.
Paige
Oh, and "ilovemrbloom" according to your review a couple chapters back about having her not cheat on her boyfriend that is risking his life, um, just see where I am taking the story in this chapter... or the next, I haven't really decided yet.
Disclaimer: see chapter 1 & 2, but you should already know that I don't own it... or I wouldn't be writing fan fiction, I would be writing a scene... right? I got you there.
Chapter 6: Until
3 Months Later
And that's how Lorelai "Rory" Gilmore and Tristan DuGrey became the best of friends. They told each other everything, and, of course, Tristan still had a "thing" for Rory, but he knew that they wouldn't work out. She had a boyfriend. And they were to get married when he came back. He also knew that Rory sent him letters at least 3 times a week, if not, more.
But Tristan DuGrey was not a sap. He would not pine over this girl; he would move on. Like any other person would do. And eventually, Tristan did. But he still wouldn't go out with any other girls; not now that he was best friends with a girl.
Tristan and Rory, being best friends, went to everything together: football games; Chilton parties; Stars Hollow parties; and so much more. And when you would see them, you would swear they were a couple, just by the way they looked at each other, and the way she would blush when he would whisper something dirty in her ear, and how they were –always- together.
In class, Tristan would sit behind Rory and occasionally tug at her hair, just to feel how soft it was. And Rory would just be completely oblivious to all of this.
She had a boyfriend. An almost husband. She couldn't feel that way even if she wanted to. She loved John. She did. With all her heart. And she was not going to just give him up just because she wanted someone she didn't know as much as him.
And here they were in class and the bell was just about to ring.
"Okay, class, I would like you to do a one page summary on the book you have been reading, from the beginning to where you are right now. They will be due tomorrow before class is over," the bell rings, "and you are excused."
The class starts to heed to the door, to go home, and to get on with their plans for the weekend. As usual, Rory had stayed behind, packing up slower than the rest of the class, as she does every class, just waiting until they all are out.
Tristan, knowing this schedule, stays along for her. "So, how far are you in your book?"
"Page 268. You?"
"Page one-hundred, eighty-... something."
"Really?" Rory asked, surprised.
"Yeah!" he said sarcastically.
"Wow, I'm proud of you." Rory rolled her eyes.
Their bickering continued for a couple of minutes and ended with Rory sticking her tongue out at Tristan.
"Is that an invitation?" he asked.
"In your dreams!"
"Every night, baby, every night."
"You're impossible," Rory rolled her eyes.
"Eh, but you love me."
"That's what –you- think."
Tristan just smiled at that comment, for lack of a come-back. "Come on, I need to get you home so you don't become permanently attached to this hell hole."
"Oh, yeah, wouldn't want that."
"No we wouldn't. You wouldn't be coming to the country club with me tonight."
"Oh, yeah, that's right... well maybe I should become attached here," she said smiling.
"Ha, ha. You're a funny girl," Tristan stated sarcastically.
"So I've been told."
"Ready?"
"Yup. Let's go."
¤ That night, at the country club ¤
"Rory, Tristan, so happy you're here," Emily Gilmore greeted her and Tristan at the door.
"Hi, Grandma."
"Hello, Ms. Gilmore," Tristan took Emily's outstretched hand and placed a kiss on the top of it. Rory smiled at this. The first time Tristan did this she almost burst out laughing.
"Well, your grandfather is here somewhere, Tristan."
"Yeah, he told me he would be here. Ror? You mind helping me find him?"
"Sure. Bye Grandma."
"Bye, Rory."
In search of Janlen DuGrey, Tristan took Rory's hand so they would not get lost. "Grandpa!"
Janlen was at the bar, waiting to be served. Tristan and Rory walked up to him. "Hi Mr. DuGrey."
"Janlen, please. I've told you a hundred times Rory."
Rory smiled.
"So, you guys are finally together," Janlen said. Then seeing the confused look on the 17year olds faces, he pointed to their entwined hands.
Once they saw what Janlen had been pointing to, Rory and Tristan's hands ripped apart and they stood there and looked at each other awkwardly.
"No Grandpa, we're just friends."
Janlen just shook his head and went back to his drink, sitting in front of him.
Rory and Tristan looked at each other quizzically and started to walk out to the garden.
"So you coming with me to the football game tomorrow?" Tristan asked once they got out there.
"I think so, I would have to ask my mom."
"Yeah."
"But I am sure she would say yes... I mean she has always said yes, so if she said no at this one, it is beyond me. She could have picked any other day to do it... say no I mean. She could have said-."
"Rory!"
"Hmm?"
"You're babbling, sweetie."
"Oh, sorry."
"'s alright."
"So..."
"I was thinking we could go get some dinner before, then we could go to the game."
"Yeah, that'd be fine."
"Okay."
¤ At home ¤
"So, I'll pick you up tomorrow around 6, okay?" Tristan and Rory were parked outside her house.
"Okay, I'll be here... or at Luke's either one."
"Okay, see you then."
Rory exited the car and walked up the steps, and into the house.
"So, how was it?"
Rory enters the living room that held Lorelai. "Mom?"
"Yeah, sweets."
"I think I'm falling for Tristan." Rory said as she covers her face with her hands.
A/N: Okay, I'm stopping there. Hope you guys review... cause I like reviews.
Paige