A/N: Hey Everyone!!!! OMG, I'm jumping for joy right now (Literally, which
is scary.) I can not believe I have over 100 reviews! That fact alone
motivated me to write this chapter as quickly as I could, the added snow
day did help as well. okay now to answer some questions. Originally I was
considering having Paris be Alex's mother to bring her into the story,
which is why the allusion was made, but I decided to go about it a
different way. I meant to go back and edit it, which I'm not sure if I did,
but I may have gotten lazy. Sorry for any confusion. Also a thank you to
Tigeress, who unknowingly, gave me the idea for one of our friends little
'talks' with Travis. One last thing to anyone actually still reading this
lengthy authors note. I promised R/T action and you definitly get it in
this one...(can you say fluff?) Well now I know you're getting sick of me,
Bye,
¤Kari¤
Chapter 24
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"Ror... Rory. Rory!", Paris called repeatedly to the dazed women sitting across from her. She didn't snap out of her day dream until she felt a fry hit her forehead.
"Huh?"
" ' Huh?' I've been calling you for five minutes and all you can say is 'huh?'"
"I'm sorry my mind is just somewhere else today.", Rory excused.
"I hadn't noticed.", she said caustically.
"I said I was sorry.", Rory sighed.
"Either tell me what your day dreaming about now or I'll just find out later.", Paris demanded. Of course she knew what was clouding her friends mind, but she had to be sure.
"Paris it's nothing. I'm just... thinking about all the work I have to finish when we get back. You know that article about the uh... president's um...foreign policy." God she was bad at this. Hadn't she been better at this in the past? It would be a miracle if Paris actually bought that.
"If you're not going to tell me let's just go back to work.", Paris was a little irritated. Countless times she bore her heart to the person she considered to be her best friend and all she got in return was a bunch a poorly executed lies. Maybe it was a case of altruistic surrender on her part, but didn't she deserve some sort of confidence from Rory?
"Paris...", she bit her lip. It wasn't that she didn't trust Paris, it was just that she didn't want to share her secret with anyone. She was almost afraid Tristan would disappear if she told anyone.
"Chop chop. You have that article to write...remember?"
"Paris...I just can't tell you. Not yet.", she said weakly. Seeing her sincerity Paris visibly calmed down.
"You know where I'll be.", she gave a half hearted smile, remembering that Tristan had always been a sore spot for her friend.
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"Lana are you almost ready!", an almost worried Tristan called to his daughter.
"Dad calm down. What do you have a date or something?", Lana smirked as she walked down the stairs. Things hadn't been running smoothly for him that day. He had a close call with some...scheduling problems. Lana wouldn't be out of the house till around seven and he had told Rory six, but a last minute call fixed that.
"Haha. I just don't want you to be late.", he responded coolly. He was so much better at this than Rory was that Lana actually believed him.
"Because it certainly isn't polite to be late.", she said sarcastically.
"No it certainly isn't.", he agreed with a smile. It was amazing to him how alike Rory and Lana were.
"Bye Daddy.", she smiled innocently. If he didn't know better he would say she was five again. Wishful thinking.
"Bye Hon. Say hi to Alex for me.", he winked. She rolled her eyes and walked out to Alex, who had been waiting on the porch for the past five minutes. Her entire face lit up when he smiled at her. Tristan had on a wistful sort of smile while looking at them. His little girl was all grown up. He laughed at his paternal musings and hurried to the kitchen to start dinner.
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"Beautiful.", he whispered after breaking their kiss. Lana blushed slightly.
"Charming as ever my dear Alexander.", she replied smiling brilliantly.
"Your carriage awaits Lady Lorelai.", he chuckled politely opening the car door for her.
"Why thank you.", she seated herself in the car and waited for Alex to get in himself.
"So plan still a go?", Lana asked as he got into the car.
"Of course.", he said simply.
"Good. So what's playing tonight in a living room near you?", she asked making sure he knew the correct answers.
"I think I'll surprise you.", he joked. Not what she was looking for, but it still wasn't wrong.
"I hate surprises.", Lana pouted.
"Well that's just too bad now isn't it?", he teased.
"You're no fair."
"I could make it up to you.", he said playfully but still wasn't anticipating her answer.
"Yes you could but then the car would end up crashing and it would defeat the purpose.", she retorted suggestively. Seeing the shocked look on his face she smiled and said,
"Alexander get your mind out of the gutter we're almost there."
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Rory pulled up to the house she used to call home and slowly walked to the door. She sucked in a deep breath before she rang the door bell. Within a minute she was greeted by a smiling yet flustered Tristan.
"Hello there. You look lovely this evening", he greeted. She was looking, to him, more beautiful than he remembered.
"Thank you. You do too. Nice apron.", she smirked. Tristan, in the midst of cooking, had forgotten to take off Lana's old, bright pink apron which was a size or two too small. He looked a little embarrassed and the slight tinge of pink in his cheeks gave it away. It was adorable.
"I thought it was a nice look too you know. You can never have enough pink. Come on in.", he joked.
"Would you like a drink?", he offered.
"Sure. How about a martini. Ou do you have any of those little olives, I love them."
"Coming right up.", he laughed. God he missed her.
"So you weren't kidding when you said you were cooking huh?", she said as the smell of spaghetti wafted through the air.
"I'll have you know I'm a great chef!", he replied in mock indignation and gave her the drink with a small dish of olives on the side.
"Yes almost as good as me.", she retorted, speaking of her nonexistent cooking skills.
"Hey I've gotten much better. Come here try it.", he said persistently and lead her by the hand into the kitchen.
"If I die it's on your head."
"Lorelai has made you eat much worse than my spaghetti.", he rolled his eyes. He loaded a fork with the pasta and fed it to her.
"Yum.", she said as she swallowed.
"Not half bad huh?", he said proudly, moving closer to her.
"Not half bad at all.", she smiled. God she missed him.
"You have some sauce right about there.", he pointed when they were inches apart.
"Uh...let me get a nap..."
"No, no let me.", he interrupted turning her face towards him. She drew in a breath and with a smile said,
"There was no sauce was there?" He shook his had no and leaned in for the kiss.
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"I can't believe how small these sandwiches are!", Lana exclaimed to Alex as she ate one of the pinkie sized finger sandwiches. He laughed at her sour expression while she examined another sandwich.
"How are you supposed to be satisfied with these, I mean I've had sticks of gum bigger than this.", she continued in disbelief.
"Maybe we should find Emma now and not inspect every sandwich.", he suggested, laughter evident in his eyes.
"Yeah she can get me real food.", Lana nodded in affirmation and the pair set out to look for their friend. Alex was just glad that there had been no Travis sightings since they got there. They found her hopelessly locked into a conversation with her parents and one of her father's coworker's.
"Oh mother can you excuse me, I see a few people I haven't had the chance to greet.", she smiled falsely.
"Of course dear.", her mother replied with false warmth. A few murmurs were heard as she left them and walked over to Lana and Alex.
"Thank God, you saved me. I was about to burst.", she said gratefully
"You did have the help me look on your face.", Lana responded.
"Who are you kidding Lorelai, you wanted food.", he whispered with amusement into her ear.
"Shh." Emma laughed as Lana shushed him, they were almost sickeningly cute together.
"I'm guessing little Lana got tired of finger foods?"
"She heard you.", she elbow Alex feigning anger.
"Hey it's getting you food isn't it?", he replied rationally.
"Good point. Lead the way Emma.", Lana agreed eagerly. Alex shook his head and Emma rolled her eyes, leading the way to her kitchen. Not that Lana didn't know her way around the house.
"Emma, Lana, Alex. How are you?" So close. They were stopped Natalie and a few of her friends, who Lana vaguely knew as Sky and Spring, and their names suited them completely. Sky's head was always up in the clouds and Spring was perpetually happy.
"Hey Natalie, Sky, Spring, glad you could come.", Emma flash a tight smile. They weren't her favorite people in the world.
"Hi guys.", Lana said politely. Alex merely nodded, Natalie had gotten unbearably annoying in the past week or so. The probing questions drove him nuts as well as the updates on their eligibility for the year book. What idiot put her in charge of that anyway?
"So, Lana, Alex... I see you two are still have fun in paradise.", Sky insinuated. Emma rolled her eyes dramatically and decided it was time to step in.
"Well it was great seeing you three again, but we really need to get going.", Emma said rudely.
"Yea we promised her mother to get a few things from the kitchen.", Lana's conscience wouldn't let her be as impolite as Emma's.
"Oh that's too bad. Bye now.", Spring spoke up.
"Bye, bye.", Emma waved mockingly as she left.
"Em!", Lana reprimanded once they were in the safety of the kitchen.
"Hey I was very restrained back there.", she protested.
"She was Lana, remember this is Emma.", said the voice of reason, commonly known as Alex. One of the cooks placed a plate of food in front of Lana and Alex.
"But still Em.", Lana sighed.
"Hey you got your food didn't you."
"Yes and therefore I'll forgive you.", she said digging into the platter of food.
"You are extremely odd Lorelai.", Alex said kissing the top of her head.
"You know Alexander you are not the first to say so.", she grinned up at him.
"I'll go before I puke, thank you.", Emma side stepped the couple and exited the kitchen
"I think we scared her away.", Alex said thoughtfully.
"I think so too."
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"I have to admit that was a very good dinner. The spaghetti was delicious.", Rory smiled as she slurped up her last bit of spaghetti.
"Oh it wasn't the spaghetti that made it good, Mary.", he smirked.
"Well I guess something's never change Bible Boy.", she laughed.
"Now unto part two of the evening."
"Part two? I'm sorry I only signed on for dinner.", she disputed.
"Aw now I'm sure you'll want to take part in this.", he grinned and went into the living room where Rory could hear him fidgeting with things.
"What are you doing?", Rory questioned, hanging in the doorway.
"Come here.", he motioned to her from the couch, while not looking away from what he was doing. Her eyes lit up when she saw it.
"Candy! Willy Wonka!", she jumped onto the couch, just missing Tristan, and surveyed the area. The coffee table was covered with candy bars, licorice, popcorn, and every other snack she could imagine.
"Too bad you didn't sign on for the movie.", Tristan teased.
"Funny, funny man. There is nothing that could pry me away from here right now.", she said firmly and started to munch on the food in front of er.
"Nothing?"
"Nothing short of Brad Pitt walking through that door.", she amended teasingly.
"Are you sure because I heard he got old, gray, and wrinkly?"
"Unlike you of course."
"Of course."
"Hmm. Maybe I'll take an Ommpa Lommpa instead.", she said turning her attention to the television.
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"Emily, have you seen Lana."
"Ugh, the name is Emma and why do you need to know where Alex and Lana are?", she glared at Travis.
"Not Alex, just Lana.", he smirked. There was an evil glint in his eye that Emma didn't like. She knew what it meant too and she wasn't going to stand for it. After a night of civility she was going to burst and she just found her target.
"Travis come here. Come on follow me.", she directed him outside to the deck of the house where there weren't any witnesses.
"Okay.", his lips curved into a slight grin. Once they were safely out of hearing range she started.
"Who the hell do you think you are?", there was no mistaking the fire in her eyes as she made the statement. If Travis was smart he would fear her, but he obviously wasn't.
"I thought we were already introduce?"
"There will be no smart ass comments. You don't have any idea what you're trying to do, do you?", she backed him into a corner.
"What am I doing?", he tried to sound innocent, but it only made him look more guilty.
"Travy, whatever your idiotic little plan is, it will never work."
"And Why, pray tell, is that?"
"Because with Lana and Alex you are not dealing with some arbitrary little crush. They love each other. God, those two have been pretty much married since the third grade." It felt good to unleash her pent up aggression. Travis on the other hand had yet to be convince of his inferiority in Lana's world.
"What are you trying to say?" God he was thick headed.
"I'm sorry let me say this slowly for you. Get. A. Life! Seriously, get a life. You're still fairly new here, find a group of people that aren't repulsed by you and stay there."
"And if I don't?", he challenged.
"I will personally make your life a living hell.", she warned with an innocent smile. He was getting to like this girl...Emma right? Yea, he would have to remember that.
"Good to know, Emma.", he held back a laugh, because he had no doubt that she would make good on her threats.
"Nice talking with you.", she said sarcastically and walked through the French doors back into the party.
"Hey Em, we're going to go.", Lana walked up to her, with Alex in toe.
"Already?", she was a little disappointed, but also relieved. This meant she didn't need to watch over her shoulder and make sure Alex's annoyingly persistent cousin stayed at bay.
"Yea, sorry. We should really get going.", Alex affirmed. He was looking forward to the movies, well not just watching the movies because how many times can you really watch Willy Wonka and the Chocolate factory?
"Bye then. I'll suffer here all alone."
"Poor baby.", Lana rolled her eyes said her good-byes, as did Alex, and left.
The car ride seemed amazingly short on the way home for some odd reason. When they pulled into the driveway Lana spotted a suspiciously familiar car in the drive way. Alex leaned in and got out a bag filled with candy and the movies of course.
"Alex...", Lana nudged.
"What?", he wrapped an arm protectively around, thinking she heard something or someone in the bushes or something. He had yet to see the car.
"I have a feeling that my dear father didn't plan on us coming back so early.", she cracked a mischievous smile.
"Well there's only one way to find out.", he mimicked her smile and guided her up the walk and to the door. She put her key in it's slot and opened the door slowly.
"I knew it!", she hissed.
"Should we go?"
"Are you kidding me? I want to have some fun with this one.", Lana said childishly and pulled Alex inside quietly.
She put her finger over her mouth telling him to keep quiet. From the looks of things the pair had been in the midst of watching Willy Wonka when they fell asleep or more like when Rory fell asleep on Tristan. His eyes followed Lana and Alex, as they seated themselves on the small love seat next to the couch, with a little apprehension.
"Hi Daddy.", Lana greeted sweetly. Alex just sat there awaiting his reaction, and Lana's.
"Hi Lana.", he said coolly and unflustered. If he was worried it didn't show. But then Rory would worry enough for the both of them later.
"Sorry we're back so early I hadn't realized you had...company.", Lana nodded towards her still sleeping mother.
"That's perfectly fine.", he replied as if the situation had nothing strange about it.
"Were you planning on letting me on whatever this is?", Lana said placidly, with a twinkle of delight in her eyes. Alex looked on strangely at the father and daughter discussing something of this magnitude in such a manner.
"When I know what this is, you'll be the first to know.", he laughed lightly, almost waking Rory.
"As long as that's settled, me and Alex will be next door watching some movies. Now you be good.", Lana joked, grabbing Alex's hand and walking to the door.
"Lan.", Tristan called before she left.
"Yea?"
"Would you and Alex mind not mentioning...this to anyone? It's...we don't exactly know what we're going to tell people.", his voice finally showed the apprehension floating around in his head.
"Of course.", she nodded solemnly with a hint of a smile, and left. The close of the door woke a groggy Rory.
"Hey.", Tristan smiled down at her sheepishly.
"Hey. ... Was someone just here?", she asked blinking the sleep from her eyes.
"You could say that.", he replied evasively. Her eyes widened as she realized what a compromising position they were in. If someone walked in and saw her asleep in his arms, they would have a lot of explaining to do.
"Who?", she said slowly.
"Lana and Alex. They went next door to watch some movies.", he recounted calmly.
"Oh my God we have to go and...and explain.", she sounded a little frantic and tried to move off Tristan and the couch, but he pulled her back into is chest lovingly.
"Calm down and tell me what exactly would you say to them?", he rationalized. She bit her lip and sunk back into him, silent in thought.
"Exactly Ror. Let's just stay here and finish our movie.We can deal with this tomorrow.", he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her hair.
"But...what if they come back?", her mind was filled with worries. Her secret wasn't just her and Tristan's anymore, now the cat was out of the bag.
"They're watching movies, that buys us two entire hours. There is a lot you can do in two hours.", he smirked. The first part seemed to subdue her.
"Tristan.", she shook her head laughingly, no need to put those thoughts in her head. Honestly she didn't want to move. She had forgotten what a great pillow Tristan made. He rewound the tape to where it had been before she feel asleep and they watched in an easy silence.
¤Kari¤
Chapter 24
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"Ror... Rory. Rory!", Paris called repeatedly to the dazed women sitting across from her. She didn't snap out of her day dream until she felt a fry hit her forehead.
"Huh?"
" ' Huh?' I've been calling you for five minutes and all you can say is 'huh?'"
"I'm sorry my mind is just somewhere else today.", Rory excused.
"I hadn't noticed.", she said caustically.
"I said I was sorry.", Rory sighed.
"Either tell me what your day dreaming about now or I'll just find out later.", Paris demanded. Of course she knew what was clouding her friends mind, but she had to be sure.
"Paris it's nothing. I'm just... thinking about all the work I have to finish when we get back. You know that article about the uh... president's um...foreign policy." God she was bad at this. Hadn't she been better at this in the past? It would be a miracle if Paris actually bought that.
"If you're not going to tell me let's just go back to work.", Paris was a little irritated. Countless times she bore her heart to the person she considered to be her best friend and all she got in return was a bunch a poorly executed lies. Maybe it was a case of altruistic surrender on her part, but didn't she deserve some sort of confidence from Rory?
"Paris...", she bit her lip. It wasn't that she didn't trust Paris, it was just that she didn't want to share her secret with anyone. She was almost afraid Tristan would disappear if she told anyone.
"Chop chop. You have that article to write...remember?"
"Paris...I just can't tell you. Not yet.", she said weakly. Seeing her sincerity Paris visibly calmed down.
"You know where I'll be.", she gave a half hearted smile, remembering that Tristan had always been a sore spot for her friend.
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"Lana are you almost ready!", an almost worried Tristan called to his daughter.
"Dad calm down. What do you have a date or something?", Lana smirked as she walked down the stairs. Things hadn't been running smoothly for him that day. He had a close call with some...scheduling problems. Lana wouldn't be out of the house till around seven and he had told Rory six, but a last minute call fixed that.
"Haha. I just don't want you to be late.", he responded coolly. He was so much better at this than Rory was that Lana actually believed him.
"Because it certainly isn't polite to be late.", she said sarcastically.
"No it certainly isn't.", he agreed with a smile. It was amazing to him how alike Rory and Lana were.
"Bye Daddy.", she smiled innocently. If he didn't know better he would say she was five again. Wishful thinking.
"Bye Hon. Say hi to Alex for me.", he winked. She rolled her eyes and walked out to Alex, who had been waiting on the porch for the past five minutes. Her entire face lit up when he smiled at her. Tristan had on a wistful sort of smile while looking at them. His little girl was all grown up. He laughed at his paternal musings and hurried to the kitchen to start dinner.
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"Beautiful.", he whispered after breaking their kiss. Lana blushed slightly.
"Charming as ever my dear Alexander.", she replied smiling brilliantly.
"Your carriage awaits Lady Lorelai.", he chuckled politely opening the car door for her.
"Why thank you.", she seated herself in the car and waited for Alex to get in himself.
"So plan still a go?", Lana asked as he got into the car.
"Of course.", he said simply.
"Good. So what's playing tonight in a living room near you?", she asked making sure he knew the correct answers.
"I think I'll surprise you.", he joked. Not what she was looking for, but it still wasn't wrong.
"I hate surprises.", Lana pouted.
"Well that's just too bad now isn't it?", he teased.
"You're no fair."
"I could make it up to you.", he said playfully but still wasn't anticipating her answer.
"Yes you could but then the car would end up crashing and it would defeat the purpose.", she retorted suggestively. Seeing the shocked look on his face she smiled and said,
"Alexander get your mind out of the gutter we're almost there."
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Rory pulled up to the house she used to call home and slowly walked to the door. She sucked in a deep breath before she rang the door bell. Within a minute she was greeted by a smiling yet flustered Tristan.
"Hello there. You look lovely this evening", he greeted. She was looking, to him, more beautiful than he remembered.
"Thank you. You do too. Nice apron.", she smirked. Tristan, in the midst of cooking, had forgotten to take off Lana's old, bright pink apron which was a size or two too small. He looked a little embarrassed and the slight tinge of pink in his cheeks gave it away. It was adorable.
"I thought it was a nice look too you know. You can never have enough pink. Come on in.", he joked.
"Would you like a drink?", he offered.
"Sure. How about a martini. Ou do you have any of those little olives, I love them."
"Coming right up.", he laughed. God he missed her.
"So you weren't kidding when you said you were cooking huh?", she said as the smell of spaghetti wafted through the air.
"I'll have you know I'm a great chef!", he replied in mock indignation and gave her the drink with a small dish of olives on the side.
"Yes almost as good as me.", she retorted, speaking of her nonexistent cooking skills.
"Hey I've gotten much better. Come here try it.", he said persistently and lead her by the hand into the kitchen.
"If I die it's on your head."
"Lorelai has made you eat much worse than my spaghetti.", he rolled his eyes. He loaded a fork with the pasta and fed it to her.
"Yum.", she said as she swallowed.
"Not half bad huh?", he said proudly, moving closer to her.
"Not half bad at all.", she smiled. God she missed him.
"You have some sauce right about there.", he pointed when they were inches apart.
"Uh...let me get a nap..."
"No, no let me.", he interrupted turning her face towards him. She drew in a breath and with a smile said,
"There was no sauce was there?" He shook his had no and leaned in for the kiss.
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"I can't believe how small these sandwiches are!", Lana exclaimed to Alex as she ate one of the pinkie sized finger sandwiches. He laughed at her sour expression while she examined another sandwich.
"How are you supposed to be satisfied with these, I mean I've had sticks of gum bigger than this.", she continued in disbelief.
"Maybe we should find Emma now and not inspect every sandwich.", he suggested, laughter evident in his eyes.
"Yeah she can get me real food.", Lana nodded in affirmation and the pair set out to look for their friend. Alex was just glad that there had been no Travis sightings since they got there. They found her hopelessly locked into a conversation with her parents and one of her father's coworker's.
"Oh mother can you excuse me, I see a few people I haven't had the chance to greet.", she smiled falsely.
"Of course dear.", her mother replied with false warmth. A few murmurs were heard as she left them and walked over to Lana and Alex.
"Thank God, you saved me. I was about to burst.", she said gratefully
"You did have the help me look on your face.", Lana responded.
"Who are you kidding Lorelai, you wanted food.", he whispered with amusement into her ear.
"Shh." Emma laughed as Lana shushed him, they were almost sickeningly cute together.
"I'm guessing little Lana got tired of finger foods?"
"She heard you.", she elbow Alex feigning anger.
"Hey it's getting you food isn't it?", he replied rationally.
"Good point. Lead the way Emma.", Lana agreed eagerly. Alex shook his head and Emma rolled her eyes, leading the way to her kitchen. Not that Lana didn't know her way around the house.
"Emma, Lana, Alex. How are you?" So close. They were stopped Natalie and a few of her friends, who Lana vaguely knew as Sky and Spring, and their names suited them completely. Sky's head was always up in the clouds and Spring was perpetually happy.
"Hey Natalie, Sky, Spring, glad you could come.", Emma flash a tight smile. They weren't her favorite people in the world.
"Hi guys.", Lana said politely. Alex merely nodded, Natalie had gotten unbearably annoying in the past week or so. The probing questions drove him nuts as well as the updates on their eligibility for the year book. What idiot put her in charge of that anyway?
"So, Lana, Alex... I see you two are still have fun in paradise.", Sky insinuated. Emma rolled her eyes dramatically and decided it was time to step in.
"Well it was great seeing you three again, but we really need to get going.", Emma said rudely.
"Yea we promised her mother to get a few things from the kitchen.", Lana's conscience wouldn't let her be as impolite as Emma's.
"Oh that's too bad. Bye now.", Spring spoke up.
"Bye, bye.", Emma waved mockingly as she left.
"Em!", Lana reprimanded once they were in the safety of the kitchen.
"Hey I was very restrained back there.", she protested.
"She was Lana, remember this is Emma.", said the voice of reason, commonly known as Alex. One of the cooks placed a plate of food in front of Lana and Alex.
"But still Em.", Lana sighed.
"Hey you got your food didn't you."
"Yes and therefore I'll forgive you.", she said digging into the platter of food.
"You are extremely odd Lorelai.", Alex said kissing the top of her head.
"You know Alexander you are not the first to say so.", she grinned up at him.
"I'll go before I puke, thank you.", Emma side stepped the couple and exited the kitchen
"I think we scared her away.", Alex said thoughtfully.
"I think so too."
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"I have to admit that was a very good dinner. The spaghetti was delicious.", Rory smiled as she slurped up her last bit of spaghetti.
"Oh it wasn't the spaghetti that made it good, Mary.", he smirked.
"Well I guess something's never change Bible Boy.", she laughed.
"Now unto part two of the evening."
"Part two? I'm sorry I only signed on for dinner.", she disputed.
"Aw now I'm sure you'll want to take part in this.", he grinned and went into the living room where Rory could hear him fidgeting with things.
"What are you doing?", Rory questioned, hanging in the doorway.
"Come here.", he motioned to her from the couch, while not looking away from what he was doing. Her eyes lit up when she saw it.
"Candy! Willy Wonka!", she jumped onto the couch, just missing Tristan, and surveyed the area. The coffee table was covered with candy bars, licorice, popcorn, and every other snack she could imagine.
"Too bad you didn't sign on for the movie.", Tristan teased.
"Funny, funny man. There is nothing that could pry me away from here right now.", she said firmly and started to munch on the food in front of er.
"Nothing?"
"Nothing short of Brad Pitt walking through that door.", she amended teasingly.
"Are you sure because I heard he got old, gray, and wrinkly?"
"Unlike you of course."
"Of course."
"Hmm. Maybe I'll take an Ommpa Lommpa instead.", she said turning her attention to the television.
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"Emily, have you seen Lana."
"Ugh, the name is Emma and why do you need to know where Alex and Lana are?", she glared at Travis.
"Not Alex, just Lana.", he smirked. There was an evil glint in his eye that Emma didn't like. She knew what it meant too and she wasn't going to stand for it. After a night of civility she was going to burst and she just found her target.
"Travis come here. Come on follow me.", she directed him outside to the deck of the house where there weren't any witnesses.
"Okay.", his lips curved into a slight grin. Once they were safely out of hearing range she started.
"Who the hell do you think you are?", there was no mistaking the fire in her eyes as she made the statement. If Travis was smart he would fear her, but he obviously wasn't.
"I thought we were already introduce?"
"There will be no smart ass comments. You don't have any idea what you're trying to do, do you?", she backed him into a corner.
"What am I doing?", he tried to sound innocent, but it only made him look more guilty.
"Travy, whatever your idiotic little plan is, it will never work."
"And Why, pray tell, is that?"
"Because with Lana and Alex you are not dealing with some arbitrary little crush. They love each other. God, those two have been pretty much married since the third grade." It felt good to unleash her pent up aggression. Travis on the other hand had yet to be convince of his inferiority in Lana's world.
"What are you trying to say?" God he was thick headed.
"I'm sorry let me say this slowly for you. Get. A. Life! Seriously, get a life. You're still fairly new here, find a group of people that aren't repulsed by you and stay there."
"And if I don't?", he challenged.
"I will personally make your life a living hell.", she warned with an innocent smile. He was getting to like this girl...Emma right? Yea, he would have to remember that.
"Good to know, Emma.", he held back a laugh, because he had no doubt that she would make good on her threats.
"Nice talking with you.", she said sarcastically and walked through the French doors back into the party.
"Hey Em, we're going to go.", Lana walked up to her, with Alex in toe.
"Already?", she was a little disappointed, but also relieved. This meant she didn't need to watch over her shoulder and make sure Alex's annoyingly persistent cousin stayed at bay.
"Yea, sorry. We should really get going.", Alex affirmed. He was looking forward to the movies, well not just watching the movies because how many times can you really watch Willy Wonka and the Chocolate factory?
"Bye then. I'll suffer here all alone."
"Poor baby.", Lana rolled her eyes said her good-byes, as did Alex, and left.
The car ride seemed amazingly short on the way home for some odd reason. When they pulled into the driveway Lana spotted a suspiciously familiar car in the drive way. Alex leaned in and got out a bag filled with candy and the movies of course.
"Alex...", Lana nudged.
"What?", he wrapped an arm protectively around, thinking she heard something or someone in the bushes or something. He had yet to see the car.
"I have a feeling that my dear father didn't plan on us coming back so early.", she cracked a mischievous smile.
"Well there's only one way to find out.", he mimicked her smile and guided her up the walk and to the door. She put her key in it's slot and opened the door slowly.
"I knew it!", she hissed.
"Should we go?"
"Are you kidding me? I want to have some fun with this one.", Lana said childishly and pulled Alex inside quietly.
She put her finger over her mouth telling him to keep quiet. From the looks of things the pair had been in the midst of watching Willy Wonka when they fell asleep or more like when Rory fell asleep on Tristan. His eyes followed Lana and Alex, as they seated themselves on the small love seat next to the couch, with a little apprehension.
"Hi Daddy.", Lana greeted sweetly. Alex just sat there awaiting his reaction, and Lana's.
"Hi Lana.", he said coolly and unflustered. If he was worried it didn't show. But then Rory would worry enough for the both of them later.
"Sorry we're back so early I hadn't realized you had...company.", Lana nodded towards her still sleeping mother.
"That's perfectly fine.", he replied as if the situation had nothing strange about it.
"Were you planning on letting me on whatever this is?", Lana said placidly, with a twinkle of delight in her eyes. Alex looked on strangely at the father and daughter discussing something of this magnitude in such a manner.
"When I know what this is, you'll be the first to know.", he laughed lightly, almost waking Rory.
"As long as that's settled, me and Alex will be next door watching some movies. Now you be good.", Lana joked, grabbing Alex's hand and walking to the door.
"Lan.", Tristan called before she left.
"Yea?"
"Would you and Alex mind not mentioning...this to anyone? It's...we don't exactly know what we're going to tell people.", his voice finally showed the apprehension floating around in his head.
"Of course.", she nodded solemnly with a hint of a smile, and left. The close of the door woke a groggy Rory.
"Hey.", Tristan smiled down at her sheepishly.
"Hey. ... Was someone just here?", she asked blinking the sleep from her eyes.
"You could say that.", he replied evasively. Her eyes widened as she realized what a compromising position they were in. If someone walked in and saw her asleep in his arms, they would have a lot of explaining to do.
"Who?", she said slowly.
"Lana and Alex. They went next door to watch some movies.", he recounted calmly.
"Oh my God we have to go and...and explain.", she sounded a little frantic and tried to move off Tristan and the couch, but he pulled her back into is chest lovingly.
"Calm down and tell me what exactly would you say to them?", he rationalized. She bit her lip and sunk back into him, silent in thought.
"Exactly Ror. Let's just stay here and finish our movie.We can deal with this tomorrow.", he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her hair.
"But...what if they come back?", her mind was filled with worries. Her secret wasn't just her and Tristan's anymore, now the cat was out of the bag.
"They're watching movies, that buys us two entire hours. There is a lot you can do in two hours.", he smirked. The first part seemed to subdue her.
"Tristan.", she shook her head laughingly, no need to put those thoughts in her head. Honestly she didn't want to move. She had forgotten what a great pillow Tristan made. He rewound the tape to where it had been before she feel asleep and they watched in an easy silence.