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A/N: Hallo! This is going to be my first Trory and I'm sooooooo excited about it! I just finished (maybe, still thinking about an epilogue) I Tried To Get Back To You! This story takes place at the open dorm room party towards the beginning of season 4! I love writing and I hope everyone who reads this enjoys my new story! Thanks for giving me a chance!
Rating: PG-13 now, R or higher later, you have been warned!
Chapter 1: The Arch Nemesis Returns
Rory was fed up with Paris and her stupid party! She didn't want to open their dorm door, but her mom and Paris conspired against her. Now, she was trapped in her room reading a book while people acted like morons in her living room. Paris was going around telling everyone about their room, trying to make it the best one. Rory sighed and threw her book against the wall; trying to drowned out the sound of laughter, she put on her headphones and let it blast through her ears. This sucked! Paris peaked her head in the door.
"Why are you holed up in our room, Gilmore?" Paris questioned.
"I don't want to be out with all those people!" Rory retorted.
Paris groaned, "Then why did you say I we could open our door if you weren't going to participate in the party!"
"Because you and my mother basically forced me to!" Rory cried.
Paris turned around and left Rory to her sulking and tried to make at least one new friend. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, but she really wanted to fit in at Yale. All her life she wanted to go to Harvard, but now that she was at Yale, she wanted to have friends. She sucked in a breath and went through her rounds of the other's dorm rooms to get extra people into hers. Paris Gellar didn't give up without a fight!
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Tristan Dugrey walked through a random dorm room at Yale University. Greg, his roommate, heard a tip that there would be a party at one of the dorms. He was excited to be back in Connecticut again. This place was all he could think about while he was at military school in North Carolina. His dad really pissed him off! He didn't take any money; he only did it as a prank. It didn't matter to Tristan anymore, though, he was back and that nightmare was over. He strutted through the halls like he owned the world and girls gave him appreciative glances. Oh yeah, he missed this!
"Hey, so where are you going?" Greg asked him.
Tristan replied, "I don't know, I'm just looking around."
"If you need a "date" for tonight, just go to room 14, there's this really hot brunette that lives there." Greg told him.
"And you know this how?" Tristan smirked. "I don't really want to room with a stalker, man!"
"Shut up! I happened to be here earlier, which is when I found out about the party, and she leaving her dorm room," Greg explained.
Tristan shook his head, "That's what all the stalkers say."
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Rory gave up on ignoring the party when she heard cheering through her headphones! Paris was going to pay big time for this. Once she got a chance, she was going to destroy her stupid craft table. The fact that Paris now made crafts really gave Rory the creeps. She shook these thoughts out of her head and focused on leaving her prison cell. Once she opened the door a really hot guy was standing there.
"Hey, you want a drink?" he asked her.
Rory was about to say no, but looked around and saw how much fun everyone else was having. She stood up straight and nodded to the guy. He gave her a cup full of what she guessed was beer and then walked off. The strong taste of alcohol hit her tongue and she grimaced into the cup. She took a deep breath and finished the entire glass. The taste started to agree with her more and she went back to get another cup. And then another. And then another...
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Tristan hadn't seen any girl he'd be willing to hook up with, because none of them were her. He knew she was at Harvard and that he would probably never see her again, but he pushed the thoughts out of his head. He entered room 14 to see what hot girl Greg had told him about, but all he saw was a lot of people drinking and having a good time. Eighties music was blasting through a stereo and their was a candle lit on a coffee table. Stumbling over some drunks, he finally made his way to the drink table. His eyes widened in shock at the sight he saw. Standing, or rather leaning, in front of him was Rory Gilmore. Not just Rory Gilmore, but a drunk Rory Gilmore.
"Why Mary! I never knew you were the partying type!" he smirked.
"Tristey Dugran! Wait, that's not right," Rory slurred. "Tristan Dugrey! See, I knew I'd get it right! I thought you were in miltry school!"
"Why Mary, I didn't realize you missed me! I moved back here after I graduated, but I thought you were supposed to be going to Harvard," he replied.
Rory sighed, "Well, I didn't. And now move out of the way before I throw up!"
Tristan saw her face turning slightly green and moved out of the way while she ran to the toilet. He heard her getting sick and shook his head. He was in disbelief that his Mary would do anything so... unMary-like. He smirked when he saw her return and he looped an arm around her waist as she stumbled out the door.
"And where do you think you're going?" Tristan asked her as she tried to open her car door.
Rory groaned in frustration, "I need to go home, to see my mom. She'll know how to make me feel better!"
Rory was obviously still very drunk, so Tristan shook his head, "There's no way I'm letting you drive."
"And why not?" Rory asked indignantly, looking like she was about to fall over.
Tristan laughed, "Because you're drunk!"
Rory hit her window with the palm of her hand, "I am not! Damn car! Why won't you open!"
"Maybe because you don't have the keys," Tristan suggested as he gently led her away from her car.
"Oh," Rory stated. "Maybe I am drunk."
Tristan helped her walk to his car and sat her in the passenger seat. Who knew what she'd do if he left her here. For all he knew she could find her keys and try to drive home, or some frat boy would try to take advantage of poor drunk Mary. That was even too low for him, but he'd heard many stories of guys who went to parties just to find some poor innocent girl to fuck. Once he pulled up in front of his apartment, he looked over and saw that Rory was out cold. He sighed and walked around to the other side of the car and picked her up.
"You know, Mary," he said to Rory. "I get the feeling that you're going to be more trouble than your worth."
He proceeded to carry her up the stairs and he managed to put her feet down and lean her against the wall long enough to unlock his apartment door. He swept her off the ground again and carried her into his bedroom. At the party he saw Greg being led by some girl into a bedroom, so he figured he could sleep in Greg's room.
Tristan slipped Rory's shoes off and laid them beside his bed, he went to unbutton her pants, but then realized she wouldn't remember the past night and she would be freaked out. Wanting to avoid her being even more frazzled by the fact that she wasn't wearing pants, he just pulled the covers over her fully clothed body. He shook his head at the girl he had fallen so hard for in high school.
"Goodnight Mary," he said as he closed the bedroom door.
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Pounding and spinning is what greeted Rory when she came out of her state of unconsciousness. She tried to sit up, but when that made her feel as if her head was about to fall off, she lay back down and closed her eyes. Inhaling deeply, she tried to fall back asleep, but the smell of men's cologne was making her nauseous. Men's cologne! With that revelation, she sat up fast, groaning as her head throbbed in pain at the sudden movement.
She tried to look around the room and remember what had happened the night before. The last thing she remembered was being in her room trying to ignore the party in her living room! That's it the party! That guy gave her a drink, and then she had a few more! Rory moaned in humiliation instead of pain at her memory. She remembered talking to someone, some guy. Rory's stomach dropped as she realized she went with a strange guy to his apartment, apparently. Rory stumbled out of the bed and saw that she was still wearing pants! She thanked all the gods in the world for making her still have her pants on! Everything seemed in tact and she stumbled over to a mirror and she knew that nothing could have happened. She didn't have any weird look to her. She sighed in relief as she left the room and ran smack into a guy, she guessed it was the one she went home with.
"I'm sorry, I was uh drunk. I guess I was really drunk, and I need to go home. I have class today, I think. Wait, it's Saturday, oh well, I still need to get home. And oh my God my head hurts!" Rory babbled.
Tristan laughed, "Calm down, Mary!"
Rory's heart stopped as she raised her head and locked eyes with his sky blue ones. Tristan Dugrey was standing in front of her. Like a flash, bits and pieces of the night before came into her memory. Banging on her car, being carried somewhere, talking to him. She couldn't remember everything, but his face was in her memory from the night before. Rory felt extremely nervous around him, all of a sudden.
Rory glanced around nervously before asking, "What, uh, exactly happened here last night?"
"Well," Tristan replied. "I was at a party, and all of a sudden I saw you at a drink table already very drunk. I decided to do the polite thing and keep you out of trouble, when you got a bright idea to drive home and talk to your mother."
Rory's eyes widened, and she vowed to herself that she would never get drunk again. Her pulsating brain compiled with the fact that she had almost driven intoxicated was too much for her to handle.
"I decided to take you to my apartment so you wouldn't go trying to find your keys and kill yourself," Tristan finished.
"Oh my God!" Rory whispered.
"I can take you home, if you want," Tristan informed her.
Rory was about to reply when the apartment door opened and a guy came in whistling. He obviously didn't see Rory by the way he was talking to Tristan.
"That girl was something last night!" he exclaimed. "Man you should have seen her! Let's just say I have a skip in my step tod... Oh hi! Wait a second! You're the hot brunette I told Tristan about. Way to go buddy!"
"Shut up Greg!" Tristan yelled.
Rory clutched her hammering head and tried to block out the loud voices. Tristan glanced over and saw she was in pain, so he lowered his voice and explained to Greg what happened and that he was about to take Rory back to her dorm room. Greg rolled his eyes and smacked him upside the head. Tristan looked at him in complete shock. No one! Absolutely no one smacks Tristan Dugrey and gets away with it!"
"What the hell did you do that for!?" Tristan asked.
Greg sighed, "I tried to knock some sense into your damn brain. This girl needs coffee and a shower and a quiet day, and you were about to just dump her home, for God knows what to happen to her! I may not know her as well as you do, but I do know that if she's anything like you portrayed her, she won't have a clue on how to get rid of a hangover! I'm going out and you better treat her right."
Before Tristan could even reply Greg had already spun on his heel and left their apartment. Greg couldn't believe what an idiot Tristan could be sometimes. Here, he had the girl of his dreams in his apartment, and he didn't even try to get her to stay. Greg sighed, there was something off with that guy. He remembered all the stories he had heard about "Mary" as Tristan called her, and now he couldn't get over the fact that Tristan almost let her slip away again! What a moron!
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Tristan got over his momentary shock and returned to where Rory was when he left her. She had gotten tired, though, and was now sitting on his couch. He grinned and sat down beside her. Her eyes remained closed, but she was awake. He knew the light was probably killing her sensitive eyes, so he closed the drapes of his window and returned to her side.
"Is that better?" he asked her.
Rory smiled and opened her eyes, "Yeah, so are you going to take me home, now?"
"Well, I think the best way for you to feel better is if I take care of you. I've had a lot of hangovers and I know plenty of home remedies to cure them," he explained.
"Okay, it might be nice to talk to you, again. I hated the way we left things back at Chilton," she told him, honestly.
"Me too," Tristan replied. "Okay, I'm going to go to the store and get you some stuff to help you get over your hangover. You can take a shower, and I'll get you some of my clothes to wear, if you don't mind."
Rory thought about that for a second. Never in a million years would she have ever imagined herself even considering what Tristan was proposing, but the genuineness of his voice made her feel safe and she decided to trust him.
"Okay," she answered.
Tristan smirked as he opened the door to leave, "I'll see you later, Mary."
"Of course, Bible Boy," she replied coyly as she headed towards his bathroom.
A/N: Did you like it? Please tell me if you want me to do something differently! I'm really excited about this, and I hope you like my writing style! Thanks for reading!
A/N: Hallo! This is going to be my first Trory and I'm sooooooo excited about it! I just finished (maybe, still thinking about an epilogue) I Tried To Get Back To You! This story takes place at the open dorm room party towards the beginning of season 4! I love writing and I hope everyone who reads this enjoys my new story! Thanks for giving me a chance!
Rating: PG-13 now, R or higher later, you have been warned!
Chapter 1: The Arch Nemesis Returns
Rory was fed up with Paris and her stupid party! She didn't want to open their dorm door, but her mom and Paris conspired against her. Now, she was trapped in her room reading a book while people acted like morons in her living room. Paris was going around telling everyone about their room, trying to make it the best one. Rory sighed and threw her book against the wall; trying to drowned out the sound of laughter, she put on her headphones and let it blast through her ears. This sucked! Paris peaked her head in the door.
"Why are you holed up in our room, Gilmore?" Paris questioned.
"I don't want to be out with all those people!" Rory retorted.
Paris groaned, "Then why did you say I we could open our door if you weren't going to participate in the party!"
"Because you and my mother basically forced me to!" Rory cried.
Paris turned around and left Rory to her sulking and tried to make at least one new friend. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, but she really wanted to fit in at Yale. All her life she wanted to go to Harvard, but now that she was at Yale, she wanted to have friends. She sucked in a breath and went through her rounds of the other's dorm rooms to get extra people into hers. Paris Gellar didn't give up without a fight!
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Tristan Dugrey walked through a random dorm room at Yale University. Greg, his roommate, heard a tip that there would be a party at one of the dorms. He was excited to be back in Connecticut again. This place was all he could think about while he was at military school in North Carolina. His dad really pissed him off! He didn't take any money; he only did it as a prank. It didn't matter to Tristan anymore, though, he was back and that nightmare was over. He strutted through the halls like he owned the world and girls gave him appreciative glances. Oh yeah, he missed this!
"Hey, so where are you going?" Greg asked him.
Tristan replied, "I don't know, I'm just looking around."
"If you need a "date" for tonight, just go to room 14, there's this really hot brunette that lives there." Greg told him.
"And you know this how?" Tristan smirked. "I don't really want to room with a stalker, man!"
"Shut up! I happened to be here earlier, which is when I found out about the party, and she leaving her dorm room," Greg explained.
Tristan shook his head, "That's what all the stalkers say."
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Rory gave up on ignoring the party when she heard cheering through her headphones! Paris was going to pay big time for this. Once she got a chance, she was going to destroy her stupid craft table. The fact that Paris now made crafts really gave Rory the creeps. She shook these thoughts out of her head and focused on leaving her prison cell. Once she opened the door a really hot guy was standing there.
"Hey, you want a drink?" he asked her.
Rory was about to say no, but looked around and saw how much fun everyone else was having. She stood up straight and nodded to the guy. He gave her a cup full of what she guessed was beer and then walked off. The strong taste of alcohol hit her tongue and she grimaced into the cup. She took a deep breath and finished the entire glass. The taste started to agree with her more and she went back to get another cup. And then another. And then another...
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Tristan hadn't seen any girl he'd be willing to hook up with, because none of them were her. He knew she was at Harvard and that he would probably never see her again, but he pushed the thoughts out of his head. He entered room 14 to see what hot girl Greg had told him about, but all he saw was a lot of people drinking and having a good time. Eighties music was blasting through a stereo and their was a candle lit on a coffee table. Stumbling over some drunks, he finally made his way to the drink table. His eyes widened in shock at the sight he saw. Standing, or rather leaning, in front of him was Rory Gilmore. Not just Rory Gilmore, but a drunk Rory Gilmore.
"Why Mary! I never knew you were the partying type!" he smirked.
"Tristey Dugran! Wait, that's not right," Rory slurred. "Tristan Dugrey! See, I knew I'd get it right! I thought you were in miltry school!"
"Why Mary, I didn't realize you missed me! I moved back here after I graduated, but I thought you were supposed to be going to Harvard," he replied.
Rory sighed, "Well, I didn't. And now move out of the way before I throw up!"
Tristan saw her face turning slightly green and moved out of the way while she ran to the toilet. He heard her getting sick and shook his head. He was in disbelief that his Mary would do anything so... unMary-like. He smirked when he saw her return and he looped an arm around her waist as she stumbled out the door.
"And where do you think you're going?" Tristan asked her as she tried to open her car door.
Rory groaned in frustration, "I need to go home, to see my mom. She'll know how to make me feel better!"
Rory was obviously still very drunk, so Tristan shook his head, "There's no way I'm letting you drive."
"And why not?" Rory asked indignantly, looking like she was about to fall over.
Tristan laughed, "Because you're drunk!"
Rory hit her window with the palm of her hand, "I am not! Damn car! Why won't you open!"
"Maybe because you don't have the keys," Tristan suggested as he gently led her away from her car.
"Oh," Rory stated. "Maybe I am drunk."
Tristan helped her walk to his car and sat her in the passenger seat. Who knew what she'd do if he left her here. For all he knew she could find her keys and try to drive home, or some frat boy would try to take advantage of poor drunk Mary. That was even too low for him, but he'd heard many stories of guys who went to parties just to find some poor innocent girl to fuck. Once he pulled up in front of his apartment, he looked over and saw that Rory was out cold. He sighed and walked around to the other side of the car and picked her up.
"You know, Mary," he said to Rory. "I get the feeling that you're going to be more trouble than your worth."
He proceeded to carry her up the stairs and he managed to put her feet down and lean her against the wall long enough to unlock his apartment door. He swept her off the ground again and carried her into his bedroom. At the party he saw Greg being led by some girl into a bedroom, so he figured he could sleep in Greg's room.
Tristan slipped Rory's shoes off and laid them beside his bed, he went to unbutton her pants, but then realized she wouldn't remember the past night and she would be freaked out. Wanting to avoid her being even more frazzled by the fact that she wasn't wearing pants, he just pulled the covers over her fully clothed body. He shook his head at the girl he had fallen so hard for in high school.
"Goodnight Mary," he said as he closed the bedroom door.
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Pounding and spinning is what greeted Rory when she came out of her state of unconsciousness. She tried to sit up, but when that made her feel as if her head was about to fall off, she lay back down and closed her eyes. Inhaling deeply, she tried to fall back asleep, but the smell of men's cologne was making her nauseous. Men's cologne! With that revelation, she sat up fast, groaning as her head throbbed in pain at the sudden movement.
She tried to look around the room and remember what had happened the night before. The last thing she remembered was being in her room trying to ignore the party in her living room! That's it the party! That guy gave her a drink, and then she had a few more! Rory moaned in humiliation instead of pain at her memory. She remembered talking to someone, some guy. Rory's stomach dropped as she realized she went with a strange guy to his apartment, apparently. Rory stumbled out of the bed and saw that she was still wearing pants! She thanked all the gods in the world for making her still have her pants on! Everything seemed in tact and she stumbled over to a mirror and she knew that nothing could have happened. She didn't have any weird look to her. She sighed in relief as she left the room and ran smack into a guy, she guessed it was the one she went home with.
"I'm sorry, I was uh drunk. I guess I was really drunk, and I need to go home. I have class today, I think. Wait, it's Saturday, oh well, I still need to get home. And oh my God my head hurts!" Rory babbled.
Tristan laughed, "Calm down, Mary!"
Rory's heart stopped as she raised her head and locked eyes with his sky blue ones. Tristan Dugrey was standing in front of her. Like a flash, bits and pieces of the night before came into her memory. Banging on her car, being carried somewhere, talking to him. She couldn't remember everything, but his face was in her memory from the night before. Rory felt extremely nervous around him, all of a sudden.
Rory glanced around nervously before asking, "What, uh, exactly happened here last night?"
"Well," Tristan replied. "I was at a party, and all of a sudden I saw you at a drink table already very drunk. I decided to do the polite thing and keep you out of trouble, when you got a bright idea to drive home and talk to your mother."
Rory's eyes widened, and she vowed to herself that she would never get drunk again. Her pulsating brain compiled with the fact that she had almost driven intoxicated was too much for her to handle.
"I decided to take you to my apartment so you wouldn't go trying to find your keys and kill yourself," Tristan finished.
"Oh my God!" Rory whispered.
"I can take you home, if you want," Tristan informed her.
Rory was about to reply when the apartment door opened and a guy came in whistling. He obviously didn't see Rory by the way he was talking to Tristan.
"That girl was something last night!" he exclaimed. "Man you should have seen her! Let's just say I have a skip in my step tod... Oh hi! Wait a second! You're the hot brunette I told Tristan about. Way to go buddy!"
"Shut up Greg!" Tristan yelled.
Rory clutched her hammering head and tried to block out the loud voices. Tristan glanced over and saw she was in pain, so he lowered his voice and explained to Greg what happened and that he was about to take Rory back to her dorm room. Greg rolled his eyes and smacked him upside the head. Tristan looked at him in complete shock. No one! Absolutely no one smacks Tristan Dugrey and gets away with it!"
"What the hell did you do that for!?" Tristan asked.
Greg sighed, "I tried to knock some sense into your damn brain. This girl needs coffee and a shower and a quiet day, and you were about to just dump her home, for God knows what to happen to her! I may not know her as well as you do, but I do know that if she's anything like you portrayed her, she won't have a clue on how to get rid of a hangover! I'm going out and you better treat her right."
Before Tristan could even reply Greg had already spun on his heel and left their apartment. Greg couldn't believe what an idiot Tristan could be sometimes. Here, he had the girl of his dreams in his apartment, and he didn't even try to get her to stay. Greg sighed, there was something off with that guy. He remembered all the stories he had heard about "Mary" as Tristan called her, and now he couldn't get over the fact that Tristan almost let her slip away again! What a moron!
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Tristan got over his momentary shock and returned to where Rory was when he left her. She had gotten tired, though, and was now sitting on his couch. He grinned and sat down beside her. Her eyes remained closed, but she was awake. He knew the light was probably killing her sensitive eyes, so he closed the drapes of his window and returned to her side.
"Is that better?" he asked her.
Rory smiled and opened her eyes, "Yeah, so are you going to take me home, now?"
"Well, I think the best way for you to feel better is if I take care of you. I've had a lot of hangovers and I know plenty of home remedies to cure them," he explained.
"Okay, it might be nice to talk to you, again. I hated the way we left things back at Chilton," she told him, honestly.
"Me too," Tristan replied. "Okay, I'm going to go to the store and get you some stuff to help you get over your hangover. You can take a shower, and I'll get you some of my clothes to wear, if you don't mind."
Rory thought about that for a second. Never in a million years would she have ever imagined herself even considering what Tristan was proposing, but the genuineness of his voice made her feel safe and she decided to trust him.
"Okay," she answered.
Tristan smirked as he opened the door to leave, "I'll see you later, Mary."
"Of course, Bible Boy," she replied coyly as she headed towards his bathroom.
A/N: Did you like it? Please tell me if you want me to do something differently! I'm really excited about this, and I hope you like my writing style! Thanks for reading!