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A/N: Okay, its been awhile, I'm awful at writing and have a severe case of writers block. I even deleted A new life just because I couldn't think of anyway I could continue the story, but I promise I will try to update sooner, just get on my case about it and I will, I promise. So on with Chapter five.
Chapter 5: Dinner Meetings
I sat down and patiently waited for Tristan to get there. When he finally walked in through the doorway, I practically leapt to where he was about to sit.
"Eagar to see me, Mary?" I glared at him at the familiar use of the old nickname before speaking.
"Actually, I was wondering if you would be willing to come to my house for dinner tonight, or tomorrow, or whenever..."
"Tonight's fine." He said. "May I enquire as to what is the occasion though?"
"My mother kind of wants to meet you, because I told her that I told you and that we could trust you, but she wanted to make sure for herself if she could trust you. I could see if you would be offended, or if you have other plans, or if..."
"I'll be there at 6:30, is that okay?"
"That's fine." I said, relieved.
"Class, settle down, we have to begin." Mrs. Harrison said, canceling any further conversation.
I had everything set perfectly for dinner that night. Tristan was suppose to come over in exactly 5 minutes and I couldn't have been more nervous about it.
"I'm going to wait outside for him." I called to Lorelai, who was changing her clothes in the other room and ran out the door and down the two flights of steps to the front of the apartment complex before she could object. My thoughts wandered back to the kiss we had shared at his house the night before. It had been magical, and I didn't want to pull away, which scared me. This was Tristan. I wasn't suppose to like Tristan, not like that. Besides technically, I'm still going out with Dean. I tried to reason with myself. But, it not like I had much of an opportunity to end things with him. It was kind of, grab some clothes, we're leaving in two minutes. I wonder how Stars Hollow is taking our disappearance. Probably assume we're on another Road Trip. Right, like we would take a road trip when the dragonfly was suppose to be opening in three weeks. I had just gotten pre- acceptance letters to Yale, Harvard, and Princeton. We had no reason to leave, everything in our lives was finally going right.
"Rory, are you all right?" Tristan asked softly. I jumped back. "You looked like you were gone there for a second." He was standing right in front of me, inches from my face. I felt butterflies once again rising in my stomach.
"No, I'm fine." I said and forced a smile. "Right this way" I led the way up the stairs and to our apartment building. "Are you ready?"
He gave me this nervous smile. "As ready as I'll ever be." He replied.
"Mom, he's here!" I called into the apartment.
"Coming!" She yelled, stepping into the living room. "Hi you must be Tristan, I'm Lorelai, not Ms.Gilmore, not ma'am, or any other kind of old sounding crap. Well, I guess you should call me Stacy, actually."
"Well, Stacy, nice to meet you."
"I'll decide later whether it was nice to meet you or not."
"Mom!" I interrupted, embarrassed. "You said you'd be nice."
"O.K., and I promise I will be for the rest of the evening. That being said, I'm starving, let's go eat." She said and ran for the kitchen. I quickly followed.
"How many people are going to eat here?" He asked, as he looked upon the piles of Chinese take-out boxes that were everywhere.
"Oh, we're testing out the local food joints, you know best food, how long it takes them to get here, that kind of thing." Lorelai said.
"And we'll just eat the leftovers for the rest of the week. The system works pretty well actually." I cut in.
"I'll just have to take your word for it." Tristan replied, amused.
"Let's stop beating around the bush, shall we?" My mother said. "Tristan, you obviously found out who we were by recognizing Rory, which I have to say, I don't even think I would recognize her right now."
"Her eyes." He interrupted.
"What?" She asked.
"I've never seen anyone else with eyes as blue as hers, I just knew it was her." Tristan finished. Lorelai had a surprised look on her face for a second before she continued.
"Well, anyway, I know you are probably curious to find out why we went to such drastic measures to change our appearances, but I'm afraid I can't explain it too you, for fear that your life would be in danger too."
"But..." He tried to cut her off.
"No buts, I don't mind you hanging around Rory, but I cannot and will not put you in unnecessary danger. Now having said all this I can tell you're a nice guy and will keep your mouth shut about this, right?"
"I would never do anything that might put Rory in danger."
"Good, now that we have that covered, let's eat."
As Tristan stepped into his house, the phone rang.
"Hello?" He asked into the receiver, wondering who would be calling him so late.
"Tristan sweetie, its me."
"Hi mom."
"Look, I'm calling because your father and I won't be able to make our scheduled visit this week."
"Big Surprise" Tristan said.
'Don't talk like that Tristan, one of my dearest friends, Emily, just found out that her daughter and granddaughter were in a car accident and died."
"What?" Tristan asked.
"They found a suicide note her daughter had left apparently saying she was going to drive off a bridge and she was taking her daughter with her. They found the car this morning, but no bodies. Emily is in hysterics and your father and I are expected to be there for the memorial service in two days. I believe you may have known her granddaughter, she went to Chilton."
"What were their names?" He asked, the sinking feeling growing in the pit of his stomach.
"Lorelai and Rory Gilmore."
I promise to update within 2 weeks. Thanks to all my loyal reviewers and I beg you to please, please review. I'll have my other story, Innocent mistakes, updated in a few days. i promise.
A/N: Okay, its been awhile, I'm awful at writing and have a severe case of writers block. I even deleted A new life just because I couldn't think of anyway I could continue the story, but I promise I will try to update sooner, just get on my case about it and I will, I promise. So on with Chapter five.
Chapter 5: Dinner Meetings
I sat down and patiently waited for Tristan to get there. When he finally walked in through the doorway, I practically leapt to where he was about to sit.
"Eagar to see me, Mary?" I glared at him at the familiar use of the old nickname before speaking.
"Actually, I was wondering if you would be willing to come to my house for dinner tonight, or tomorrow, or whenever..."
"Tonight's fine." He said. "May I enquire as to what is the occasion though?"
"My mother kind of wants to meet you, because I told her that I told you and that we could trust you, but she wanted to make sure for herself if she could trust you. I could see if you would be offended, or if you have other plans, or if..."
"I'll be there at 6:30, is that okay?"
"That's fine." I said, relieved.
"Class, settle down, we have to begin." Mrs. Harrison said, canceling any further conversation.
I had everything set perfectly for dinner that night. Tristan was suppose to come over in exactly 5 minutes and I couldn't have been more nervous about it.
"I'm going to wait outside for him." I called to Lorelai, who was changing her clothes in the other room and ran out the door and down the two flights of steps to the front of the apartment complex before she could object. My thoughts wandered back to the kiss we had shared at his house the night before. It had been magical, and I didn't want to pull away, which scared me. This was Tristan. I wasn't suppose to like Tristan, not like that. Besides technically, I'm still going out with Dean. I tried to reason with myself. But, it not like I had much of an opportunity to end things with him. It was kind of, grab some clothes, we're leaving in two minutes. I wonder how Stars Hollow is taking our disappearance. Probably assume we're on another Road Trip. Right, like we would take a road trip when the dragonfly was suppose to be opening in three weeks. I had just gotten pre- acceptance letters to Yale, Harvard, and Princeton. We had no reason to leave, everything in our lives was finally going right.
"Rory, are you all right?" Tristan asked softly. I jumped back. "You looked like you were gone there for a second." He was standing right in front of me, inches from my face. I felt butterflies once again rising in my stomach.
"No, I'm fine." I said and forced a smile. "Right this way" I led the way up the stairs and to our apartment building. "Are you ready?"
He gave me this nervous smile. "As ready as I'll ever be." He replied.
"Mom, he's here!" I called into the apartment.
"Coming!" She yelled, stepping into the living room. "Hi you must be Tristan, I'm Lorelai, not Ms.Gilmore, not ma'am, or any other kind of old sounding crap. Well, I guess you should call me Stacy, actually."
"Well, Stacy, nice to meet you."
"I'll decide later whether it was nice to meet you or not."
"Mom!" I interrupted, embarrassed. "You said you'd be nice."
"O.K., and I promise I will be for the rest of the evening. That being said, I'm starving, let's go eat." She said and ran for the kitchen. I quickly followed.
"How many people are going to eat here?" He asked, as he looked upon the piles of Chinese take-out boxes that were everywhere.
"Oh, we're testing out the local food joints, you know best food, how long it takes them to get here, that kind of thing." Lorelai said.
"And we'll just eat the leftovers for the rest of the week. The system works pretty well actually." I cut in.
"I'll just have to take your word for it." Tristan replied, amused.
"Let's stop beating around the bush, shall we?" My mother said. "Tristan, you obviously found out who we were by recognizing Rory, which I have to say, I don't even think I would recognize her right now."
"Her eyes." He interrupted.
"What?" She asked.
"I've never seen anyone else with eyes as blue as hers, I just knew it was her." Tristan finished. Lorelai had a surprised look on her face for a second before she continued.
"Well, anyway, I know you are probably curious to find out why we went to such drastic measures to change our appearances, but I'm afraid I can't explain it too you, for fear that your life would be in danger too."
"But..." He tried to cut her off.
"No buts, I don't mind you hanging around Rory, but I cannot and will not put you in unnecessary danger. Now having said all this I can tell you're a nice guy and will keep your mouth shut about this, right?"
"I would never do anything that might put Rory in danger."
"Good, now that we have that covered, let's eat."
As Tristan stepped into his house, the phone rang.
"Hello?" He asked into the receiver, wondering who would be calling him so late.
"Tristan sweetie, its me."
"Hi mom."
"Look, I'm calling because your father and I won't be able to make our scheduled visit this week."
"Big Surprise" Tristan said.
'Don't talk like that Tristan, one of my dearest friends, Emily, just found out that her daughter and granddaughter were in a car accident and died."
"What?" Tristan asked.
"They found a suicide note her daughter had left apparently saying she was going to drive off a bridge and she was taking her daughter with her. They found the car this morning, but no bodies. Emily is in hysterics and your father and I are expected to be there for the memorial service in two days. I believe you may have known her granddaughter, she went to Chilton."
"What were their names?" He asked, the sinking feeling growing in the pit of his stomach.
"Lorelai and Rory Gilmore."
I promise to update within 2 weeks. Thanks to all my loyal reviewers and I beg you to please, please review. I'll have my other story, Innocent mistakes, updated in a few days. i promise.