Beauty as a virtue
AN: Here is chapter three! I hope you like it.
This chapter takes place a few nights after the last chapter,
So the story in the book will progress a little… I hope you all understand!
Authors Ramblings: I know it may be confusing, but bear with me please =)
I'll try and make it so that there's little confusion possible.
Oh, and another thing, no it's not a real book, but I wish it was!
Inspiration: All of the wonderful reviews of course. Keep em' coming please!
Characters in Book:
Tristan- Charles Quinn
Rory- Isabella Novalee
Cilia- Lorelai
Vivian- Emily
Victor- Tristans father
David/Rory-Isabella's fiancée
CH 3
Cookie Rolls
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A few days later
Rory sighed, frustration reflected on her features.
"Aw," Tristan replied, taking the seat beside her, "Mary, don't worry I'm here."
"What?" She rolled her eyes in disgust and continued to rummage through her backpack.
"You thought I wasn't going to be in school today right?" He smirked slyly, and waited for a response, but when none came, he sighed, "Looking for this?" he asked, sliding a book across the table. "I think I deserve a kiss or something…"
She gasped in relief, ignoring his last remark, "Where did you find it?" She picked up the book and read the title 'Beauty as a virtue' for what seemed like the nineteenth time in that week.
He looked at her as if dumfounded was plastered on her forehead, and responded, "Um…you left it at my house last night."
A slight blush started to creep up her cheeks, "Oh, obviously."
"Yeah," he chuckled. "Anyway, I believe it's my turn to go to your house."
Rory stammered, and bit her bottom lip while searching her brain for a plausible excuse. "Um…No, I think we should go to your house, because," she shrugged, "my mom is out of town."
"Liar," he snickered, "besides the fact that you used that excuse yesterday and the day before, I happened to see her beautiful-self, on my way to school."
Rory cursed inwardly, thinking of what ways to get back at her mother for being outside at that particular moment. She turned to Tristan, who was obviously smiling with prevail, and exhaled sharply. It's going to be a long night.
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"Mom," Rory screamed, running around the room, "have you seen my red top?"
"Um…" Lorelai called from another room, "which one is that?"
"My favorite one," she threw her hands up in defeat, "you know the one with the straps."
"Oh, yeah, I know which one you're talking about," Lorelai paused, "but I haven't seen it."
Rory raised an eyebrow and followed her mother's voice into the bathroom, "Ah ha."
"What?" Lorelai asked quizzically.
"Give me my shirt back Lorelai," she huffed, crossing her arms to her chest.
"You big baby," her mother said, taking the shirt off, and throwing it at her daughter, "and since when did I become Lorelai?"
"Fine," Rory shrugged, taking the shirt she had on off and putting the red one on, "Mommy dearest, which ever you prefer."
"I seriously don't understand why you have to wear the red one," Lorelai scrunched up her nose, snatching the disposed shirt from Rory's hand, "it looks better on me."
"Yeah, fifteen years ago," Rory shot back.
Lorelai responded with a pout, and said, "You never fail in making me feel like an old fart."
"I never implied fart," Rory smiled, wrapping her arms around her mother, "but sorry about the whole old thing."
Lorelai wiped invisible tears, "that was the best apology ever…"
The younger Lorelai laughed and started to head out the door.
"Mini me…"
"Yes?"
"You like him, don't you?" Lorelai placed her hands against her hips.
Crimson started to creep on Rory's cheeks, "Of course not, why would you think that?"
"Because you're obsessed with everything being completely perfect tonight," Lorelai narrowed her eyes, "and I do remember it being a study session, not a house inspection."
"You're insane."
"Why?"
"Cause Tristan is my sworn enemy, and you know that mom," Rory sighed.
"You're blushing," her mother pointed out. "You so like him."
"I do not."
"Oh god, you like him a lot," Lorelai continued.
"Mom, I don't like him."
"Yes you do."
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Ugh!"
"I don't blame you; he is a beautiful piece of male specimen."
"For the last time," Rory yelled, "I do not, in any way, think of Tristan in that light."
"Okay…"
"Are we okay?"
"Not until you at least admit that he's completely sexy."
Rory exhaled, rolling her eyes at her deviously smiling mother. "Okay, whatever."
"Say it."
"Mom…"
"Say it or I'll tell Luke that you can't have coffee for two days!" Lorelai warned.
Rory's temper rose. "Two whole days, you wouldn't dare."
"Try me…"
"Okay," defeat prevailed, "he is sexy, he is beautiful, he is the most gorgeous guy I've seen my entire life, and that does not include Orlando Bloom or Collin Farrell."
-Ding-
"That's him at the door," Lorelai nodded, "go answer it."
"No, you," Rory hissed.
"Chicken," Lorelai glared, walking past Rory and out of the room, only to stick her head back in, saying, "you so like him."
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"State your purpose or die," Lorelai chuckled, opening the door to reveal… "Dean, what are you doing here?"
The brunette stuck his hands in his pockets uncomfortably. "I came to talk with Rory."
"Well," Lorelai pondered, glancing up the stairs, and turning back to Dean, "She's kind of busy right now."
Dean's face hardened. "I know she doesn't want to see me, but I really need to talk to her."
"Dean," Lorelai furrowed her eyebrows, stepping onto the porch with him and closing the door behind her. "Listen, Rory is still a little heartbroken and frankly I don't think you should see her."
"But…"
"She needs time to get over you Dean," she shook her head sadly; "you need to let her move on."
"I made a mistake," Dean bit his lip, "I shouldn't have broken it off with her."
"You can't change it," Lorelai tried sounding at least a little comforting, "I'm sorry Dean, but you did break it off with her, and she is moving on, I think it's for the best…"
"You don't know anything," Dean spit out.
Taken aback, Lorelai said, "Would you like to re-phrase that?"
"Um…Sorry, I didn't know this was a social gathering," Tristan interrupted, making his way up the steps.
"Oh," Dean chuckled dryly, glaring at the blonde, "it all makes sense now."
"I have no idea what you're talking about bagboy," Tristan retorted, glaring just the same.
"You got to her," Dean clenched his fist, "didn't you?"
"Boys," Lorelai screamed, exhaling sharply. "Calm down."
Dean pointed a finger in Tristan's face, "You watch your back pretty boy."
"Is that a threat?" Tristan raised an eyebrow sarcastically.
"No, it's a warning," Dean glared before sauntering down the stairs.
Tristan watched him disappear, and fixed his attention to Lorelai, who stood mortified. "I'm sorry Ms. Gilmore, I didn't mean to…"
Lorelai held up one hand, smiling softly, "its okay."
"Okay," Tristan shrugged, "you think he's going to be mad at Rory?"
"I don't know," Lorelai whispered, "but they broke up, and I don't know why Rory would care."
Tristan scoffed inwardly, cursing Rory for not letting him know. Why would she let you know anyway? She doesn't like you. Brushing it off, he started to run his fingers through his hair. "Ms. Gilmore, are you okay?"
"Yeah I'm fine, just needing coffee," Lorelai snapped out of her trance and sighed.
"And now I know where Rory gets her bad habits from," he smirked.
Lorelai gasped, pretending to be hurt, "did you just call coffee a bad habit?"
"The way you two drink it," he replied simply.
"Tristan," she huffed, "I'm hurt honestly. Coffee should never be insulted that way; did you not know that it is a gift from above?"
"Wow," Tristan shook his head, laughing, "and there goes Rory's oddness."
"Tristan," Lorelai growled, biting her lip in the process.
"Okay, I take it all back Ms. Gilmore."
"Tristan if you don't stop calling me Ms. Gilmore and start calling me Lorelai I'm going to get my dog after you."
Tristan laughed, "Lorelai?"
"Yes?"
"You don't have a dog, do you?"
"Well no," she thought for a minuet, "but the threat is still well implied."
"I'll keep that in mind."
"And another thing," Lorelai whispered, "Let's just pretend that Dean was never here."
"My lips are sealed."
"Great," she squealed, "boy if you hadn't insulted my coffee I swear I would have adopted you already."
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"You were right," Tristan smiled with satisfaction, "this is some good pizza."
Rory replied with a nod, chewing a mouthful of pizza. "The best," she answered after swallowing.
"So, how's bagboy?" Tristan asked slowly, pretending to know nothing of their break-up, which is what Lorelai had wanted him to do.
She glared first, before fixing her eyes to the floor. "He's good…I guess."
"You guess?" Tristan pressed.
"Well, really I wouldn't know," she answered quietly, "we broke up a few weeks ago."
The hurt in her voice said that she was still feeling first loves heartbreak, and at that moment Tristan wished he would have beaten the crap out of good ol' Dean. "Oh, I'm sorry," he cursed inwardly, wishing he wouldn't have brought it up in the first place; he was being unfair and Rory did not deserve that.
"No," she smiled, "It was time."
As silence floated through the room, Tristan cleared his throat; awkward moments were never really his thing.
"So, Um…Maybe we should recap the previous three chapters before we read chapter four," he suggested, avoiding her gaze.
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"Okay," She started, tying her long hair up in a ponytail, "So Bella is engaged."
"Because this David guy is like her safe net," Tristan continued, "and the only reason she agreed to go along with the engagement in the first place is because he made her feel confident."
"Beautiful," Rory nodded.
He studied her, "she doesn't need him to feel beautiful, it seems she already is."
Rory knew it was stupid, but she could feel herself blushing slightly. "So anyway, Charles comes along, and attempts to seduce her."
"He only fails because they get interrupted, countless of times," he spoke slowly, sure to catch Rory's eyes.
"But she's thankful for the interruptions," she swallowed hard, "she is not one to cheat."
"So it would seem."
Uncomfortable, Rory changed the subject, "and besides Charles is always acting arrogant and conceited."
Tristan shrugged, "well maybe it's because he's scared."
She narrowed her eyes, "scared of what?"
"Scared of rejection," he continues, "so he puts on this act, and if he fails at swooning her then it was just one big joke."
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Later on that night…
Tristan had called it quits, said he was tired and needed rest for one of his classes. As soon as he left, Rory quickly ran up the stairs and into her mother's room.
"Mom," she gasped, baffled by the sight in front of her.
"Oh, hey baby," Lorelai smiled before turning her attention back to the television.
'And one and two and three and four and one and two and three and four'
Rory shook her head, "Explain to me why you're exercising?"
"Because," Lorelai sighed, out of breath, "I'm getting some cookie rolls."
"Cookie rolls…" her daughter parroted and continued to stare at her mother.
And five and six and seven and eight and nine and ten
"Whoa," Lorelai wobbled, catching her breath, "that was good."
"Since when do you care about cookie rolls?"
"Since I realized I'm getting old and you know when you get old it's hard to loose weight," she grabbed a nearby towel and wiped the perspiration from her face.
"But…" Rory paused, "cookie rolls?"
Lorelai glared at her daughter, and sat beside her. "My rolls are not what you came up here to talk about…Now go on."
"What?" Rory asked, pretending to be dumbfounded.
"How was the 'study session'?"
"It was…full of studying."
Lorelai rolled her eyes, "how full?"
"Very full…"
Lorelai shot a knowing glance her daughter's way.
Overpowered, Rory said, "Okay, it was like seventy-five percent full."
"Seventy-five," Lorelai gasped, happily, "out of a hundred?"
"Out of a hundred and ten," she admitted, blushing slightly.
Lorelai squealed, "So what did you do during the other thirty-five percent, huh?"
"I ripped his clothes off to reveal his beautiful muscles, and we had hot monkey…"
"Go on…" Lorelai interrupted with fascination.
"Mom," Rory laughed, "we talked. For the first time since we've met we actually had a conversation that didn't make me want to kill him afterwards."
"You so like him," Lorelai chuckled, throwing a pillow at her daughters head.
"Oh, you want to fight huh?"
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AN: sorry if there is a large amount of bad grammar in this chapter!
TBC
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