A/N: I feel you like this story. I love all the reviews.

Disclaimer: Look at chapter 6, which says look at chapter 5, which says look at chapter 4, which says look at chapter 3, which says look at chapter 2, which says look at chapter 1.

Summary: You should know by now.

Chapter 7: Getting Married

"Tristan, please?" Rory begged.

"We just started to drive an hour ago!" he argued.

"I'm dying," she started to fake choke. "Tristan," she held her throat, "help," she started to cough.

Tristan looked at her weirdly and sighed. He finally gave in and went on an exit off the freeway.

Rory became quiet and Tristan looked over at her. She was smiling as he went into a gas station and parked. "Happy?"

"Very much so."

They got out of the car and walked into the store. Rory immediately walked over to the coffee section and started to pour the cup she fought to get.

Tristan went around the coke area and found some chocolate milk. He got 2 bottles of it. "You're buying that," he told Rory as he met up with her.

"Oh, Tristan, I know that-," she reached for her pocket and sighed mockingly, "Unfortunately, I left my wallet in the car, would you be a gentleman and buy this for me?"

Tristan rolled his eyes and shook his head to himself. He could never say no to her, even if he tried. "Let's go pay."

"Thank you, Tristan," she cooed as they got back into the car and on the road again.

Alanis Morissette's CD was still playing and the "Ironic" song was on. "I can't believe I'm going home!"

"You've never been home before?" Tristan raised his eyebrows.

"No, silly. I haven't been home in the past 2 years."

"Why's that?" he asked, but he already knew the answer.

Rory looked down at her lap. "Jon never wanted to."

"Well, I'm glad you're going there now."

"Me too! Want a cracker?" she asked as she looked at the ice chest in the back seat.

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"I'm bored," Rory stated as she leaned back in her seat.

"Well, we still have close to a days worth of driving, so what do you want to do?"

"I want to call my mom."

"I thought you wanted it to be a surprise...?"

"I do, that doesn't mean I can't talk to her," she said looking at him.

"Here," he gave her his cell phone. "Just don't talk about girly stuff."

"Okay," she dialed the familiar numbers. "Oh! It's ringing!"

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Rory and her Mom had talked for about 3 hours, and Tristan had gotten sick of it. But, he couldn't do anything about it, and so, he just let her. Now, they were about 5 hours away from Stars Hollow, CT. Rory was sleeping and Tristan had drove the whole way, just stopping about 2 nights so he could sleep.

He looked over to Rory, who was in a little ball, a blanket slung over her.

She was beautiful.

A/N: I'm gonna stop right there. Thanks for all the reviews you guys are going to do right now!

Paige