A/N: Ok, please note this is my first fanfic so I would appreciate any
suggestions and constructive criticism, just don't be harsh. I won't report
of hold flames against anyone, nut I would have to prefer if I didn't get
any. I'm going to try and update every week or so. If I don't please don't
get mad. My e-mail is smilie101@voila.fr if you ever need to write me on a
suggestion or a reminder to write. Thanks a lot, Claire.
On with the story:
Rory woke at 6:15am as usual on her first day of school. But this first day was different. Today was the first day of her senior year. Today was the first day of the rest of her life. She knew any second Lorelei would burst through her bedroom door to wake her up. She assumed that since today was special Lorelei would do something special. She was right. Five minutes later Lorelei flung the door open, pulled the curtains aside and screamed "COFFEE!!!" Although Rory had been expecting her mom she has not been prepared for such a bombardment of light and sound, although the whole coffee thing sounded good. "MOM! I need sleep!" Rory glared at her mother. "No time for sleep! Up up up! Coffee coffee coffee! Today is the day where we get to guilt trip Luke into giving us free coffee because it's your first day of school!!! This day only comes once a year and this might well be the last time it will happen!" was Lorelei's lengthened reply. Rory groaned then got out of bed. She managed a quick "meet me downstairs in 20 minutes" to her mom before disappearing into the bathroom.
Twenty minutes later she appeared in her Chilton uniform. At first she had thought the mandatory outfit somewhat restrictive but now she was accustomed to it. She had even learned to like it a little. She had developed a system of letting her shirt lay a little baggier and the first three buttons undone. Her skirt was no longer below the knee but at a comfortable few inches above the knee instead. It was over the summer that Jess had made her realize how she actually could look good. He had made her realize how beautiful she really was. They had parted as a mutual decision. She still loved him as a brother. Besides, she knew that Jess would take a bullet for her and vise versa.
Her mom came running down the stairs late as usual. She was wearing a gray dress suit that she wore to the inn when there was someone special coming to stay there. "What's the occasion?" Rory asked. "What?" "The suit." "Oh right well I was going to wear my cowgirl out fit, but its at the dry cleaners, then I thought I might wear that pink muumuu we stole of that one big guy-" "YOU stole you mean." Rory interrupted. "Yeah, yeah anyway then I was like Michel would laugh at me so then I was going to-" "Ok sorry I asked, look we really need to get going." Rory could see that her mom's story was going nowhere and as long as she was telling it neither would they. The idea of free coffee had really started to grow on her. The pair grabbed their coats and left.
Fifteen minutes later after having dropped off Lorelei at the inn she was on her way to Chilton with coffee in hand. They had had to pester Luke non-stop to get their drinks and doughnuts fast enough. With the time they saved by bothering Luke she was again on track. She didn't even need to speed.
She was putting her books in her locker when she heard Paris, whose locker had been moved next to hers, talk to her. Last year Paris and Rory had managed to be civil to each other and somehow that turned to friendship, a friendship dearest to Rory only after that of Lane. "- Mr. Ligoski. I can't believe they put me in his AP Literature class. My father specifically requested that I have Ms. Herman. Not this ass hole that can't tell Hemingway from Shakespeare." Rory tuned in and managed to get a word in edge wise. " Look I have Lit. the same hour as you. We'll help each other out. Hey maybe we can make a file of all the incompetent thing that he says." Paris sighed." Thanks Ror you always know what to say. Maybe this won't be that bad. Now I have to go talk to the Headmaster about my Calculus class because there is incompetent for you." Paris turned and walked off. Rory turned chuckling towards her locker.
Suddenly a pair of hands clasped firmly about her eyes. "Miss me Mary?" a familiar voice said behind her head. Rory managed to turn. "Tristan" she whispered. "The one and only." Roy could hardly speak. "But you're in. I mean I thought you were .her weren't. on my god Tristan." He only smiled at her. "How did you manage to keep this coming back thing a secret? You'd think that Summer or someone would know. And speaking of back why are you here?" The questions just kept coming. Tristan placed a finger over her lips. "A great aunt of mine died last week so my mom let me come back. I purposely kept it a secret so I could surprise some people." "Like who?" she asked. "Well." he said shyly " like you." Rory had never seen Tristan like this. "Like, like me?" "God Rory the whole time I was down there all I could think of was how horribly I had treated you." He chuckled, "I must have written you a hundred letters that I never sent." Rory was stunned. " I wish you had written. I missed you so much." She was stunned. She hadn't meant to say that out loud. She hadn't even wanted to admit it to herself. Tristan seemed as stunned as her. "I'm so glad to hear that Rory. You have no idea how glad." Slowly he leaned in and gently kissed her on the corner of her mouth. He started to walk away. Suddenly he turned "will I see you at lunch?" "Yeah.yeah you will." Rory said shyly. She couldn't even remember the lad time she was this happy. The thought that she hadn't even liked Tristan when he had first left didn't even cross her mind. "I love you," she whispered to herself when she was sure he was out of earshot. As Tristan turned the corner to the next hallway he sighed, "I love you Rory Gilmore." Just then he bumped into summer. "Oh-my-God! Tristan DuGrey! Aaaahhhh!" She turned and ran off. He new that by the end of first period at least the whole senior class, if not the half the school, would know of his return. He sighed, looked at his schedule and found his way across campus to his first class.
On with the story:
Rory woke at 6:15am as usual on her first day of school. But this first day was different. Today was the first day of her senior year. Today was the first day of the rest of her life. She knew any second Lorelei would burst through her bedroom door to wake her up. She assumed that since today was special Lorelei would do something special. She was right. Five minutes later Lorelei flung the door open, pulled the curtains aside and screamed "COFFEE!!!" Although Rory had been expecting her mom she has not been prepared for such a bombardment of light and sound, although the whole coffee thing sounded good. "MOM! I need sleep!" Rory glared at her mother. "No time for sleep! Up up up! Coffee coffee coffee! Today is the day where we get to guilt trip Luke into giving us free coffee because it's your first day of school!!! This day only comes once a year and this might well be the last time it will happen!" was Lorelei's lengthened reply. Rory groaned then got out of bed. She managed a quick "meet me downstairs in 20 minutes" to her mom before disappearing into the bathroom.
Twenty minutes later she appeared in her Chilton uniform. At first she had thought the mandatory outfit somewhat restrictive but now she was accustomed to it. She had even learned to like it a little. She had developed a system of letting her shirt lay a little baggier and the first three buttons undone. Her skirt was no longer below the knee but at a comfortable few inches above the knee instead. It was over the summer that Jess had made her realize how she actually could look good. He had made her realize how beautiful she really was. They had parted as a mutual decision. She still loved him as a brother. Besides, she knew that Jess would take a bullet for her and vise versa.
Her mom came running down the stairs late as usual. She was wearing a gray dress suit that she wore to the inn when there was someone special coming to stay there. "What's the occasion?" Rory asked. "What?" "The suit." "Oh right well I was going to wear my cowgirl out fit, but its at the dry cleaners, then I thought I might wear that pink muumuu we stole of that one big guy-" "YOU stole you mean." Rory interrupted. "Yeah, yeah anyway then I was like Michel would laugh at me so then I was going to-" "Ok sorry I asked, look we really need to get going." Rory could see that her mom's story was going nowhere and as long as she was telling it neither would they. The idea of free coffee had really started to grow on her. The pair grabbed their coats and left.
Fifteen minutes later after having dropped off Lorelei at the inn she was on her way to Chilton with coffee in hand. They had had to pester Luke non-stop to get their drinks and doughnuts fast enough. With the time they saved by bothering Luke she was again on track. She didn't even need to speed.
She was putting her books in her locker when she heard Paris, whose locker had been moved next to hers, talk to her. Last year Paris and Rory had managed to be civil to each other and somehow that turned to friendship, a friendship dearest to Rory only after that of Lane. "- Mr. Ligoski. I can't believe they put me in his AP Literature class. My father specifically requested that I have Ms. Herman. Not this ass hole that can't tell Hemingway from Shakespeare." Rory tuned in and managed to get a word in edge wise. " Look I have Lit. the same hour as you. We'll help each other out. Hey maybe we can make a file of all the incompetent thing that he says." Paris sighed." Thanks Ror you always know what to say. Maybe this won't be that bad. Now I have to go talk to the Headmaster about my Calculus class because there is incompetent for you." Paris turned and walked off. Rory turned chuckling towards her locker.
Suddenly a pair of hands clasped firmly about her eyes. "Miss me Mary?" a familiar voice said behind her head. Rory managed to turn. "Tristan" she whispered. "The one and only." Roy could hardly speak. "But you're in. I mean I thought you were .her weren't. on my god Tristan." He only smiled at her. "How did you manage to keep this coming back thing a secret? You'd think that Summer or someone would know. And speaking of back why are you here?" The questions just kept coming. Tristan placed a finger over her lips. "A great aunt of mine died last week so my mom let me come back. I purposely kept it a secret so I could surprise some people." "Like who?" she asked. "Well." he said shyly " like you." Rory had never seen Tristan like this. "Like, like me?" "God Rory the whole time I was down there all I could think of was how horribly I had treated you." He chuckled, "I must have written you a hundred letters that I never sent." Rory was stunned. " I wish you had written. I missed you so much." She was stunned. She hadn't meant to say that out loud. She hadn't even wanted to admit it to herself. Tristan seemed as stunned as her. "I'm so glad to hear that Rory. You have no idea how glad." Slowly he leaned in and gently kissed her on the corner of her mouth. He started to walk away. Suddenly he turned "will I see you at lunch?" "Yeah.yeah you will." Rory said shyly. She couldn't even remember the lad time she was this happy. The thought that she hadn't even liked Tristan when he had first left didn't even cross her mind. "I love you," she whispered to herself when she was sure he was out of earshot. As Tristan turned the corner to the next hallway he sighed, "I love you Rory Gilmore." Just then he bumped into summer. "Oh-my-God! Tristan DuGrey! Aaaahhhh!" She turned and ran off. He new that by the end of first period at least the whole senior class, if not the half the school, would know of his return. He sighed, looked at his schedule and found his way across campus to his first class.