The car ride felt like it had sped by-like no time had even passed. One minute she was at Doose's, the next she was at her apartment with Tristan hot on her trail. As she unlocked her apartment, she saw Paris on top of someone in the dimly lit apartment. Knowing better than to disturb Paris, she turned to Tristan gesturing to be quiet and tiptoed into her room.

"Well I guess the couch is taken," she said loftily. He smiled at her as she plopped down on her bed.

"Yeah, now what do I do?" he questioned closing the space between them, sitting beside her. He stroked her forearm lightly and saw her shiver.

"I guess you can sleep on the bed with me-you can deny your urges can't you!" she joked and threw herself back. He did the same and entwined his fingers with hers.

"I'll try my best," he replied honestly. After a short silence and staring into each other's eyes, Rory jumped up.

"Okay, well I'm going to change, you get comfy!" she smiled and tucked her hair behind her ears as she gathered an old shirt and pajama bottoms. She left the room with a quick half smile and made her way past Paris and her mystery date soundlessly.

Tristan sat up and rubbed his face in his hands. The long drive was starting to hit him as he took of his jeans and shirt-leaving him in his boxers. He climbed under the covers and turned onto his side waiting for Rory to return. As if on cue, she entered the room and shut off the light as she climbed into the tiny bed. They had to sleep on their sides because of the little bed. They faced each other and Rory entwined her fingers with Tristan's hand.

"Thanks for being there with me today, I really needed someone," she said honestly looking into his bright blue eyes that were shadowed from the dark.

"I'm always here Rory, always," he replied removing a strand of hair blocking her eyes. She blushed slightly, just noticeable in the dark to make his lips curl. He gave her a soft kiss on the lips before saying, "good night Rory,"

"Night Tristan," she whispered closing her eyes. He watched her sleep until his own sleepiness took over his body.

The next morning Tristan awoke to the sun in his eyes. He blinked rapidly to adjust and looked around at his surroundings. He looked over to Rory as she was staring at the ceiling and smiling.

"Morning sleepy head," she said cheerfully as he rubbed his eyes.

"Morning," he curled his lips and gave her a soft kiss on the lips.

"Did you sleep well?" she asked stretching her arms in the air.

"Yeah, best sleep of my life! Your good in bed Mary!" he exclaimed making her blush.

"Yeah, I'm good at sleeping you dirty pig," she laughed and sat up in her bed sliding out from under the covers.

"I suppose I should go now," he said looking down at the comforter and playing with the corner of a sheet.

"I suppose, but when will I see you again?" she asked, her eyes desperate for him.

"Well, I actually have an apartment a few blocks away!" he smiled.

"Then why did you sleep here?" she was starting to get angry and annoyed.

"Because when a girl offers you to sleep over you don't refuse!" he started and jumped out of bed putting his jeans on.

"You are a pig!"

"I'm going to be late for class, I'll call you later!" he gave her a passionate kiss before gathering his shoes and leaving her room. She sat dumbfounded on the bed not moving, barely breathing.

"Paris, where's Bob?" Rory yelled as she walked into the kitchenette.

"Who's Bob?" she called from her room.

"The coffee maker-geeze you need to pay attention!" she exclaimed searching the cupboards.

"Oh, I threw it out-it was all rusted!" Paris called and a heart broken Rory fell to the ground. So she was exaggerating about a coffee maker-but this was Bob her trusted companion! He got her through the worst of times the year before and was now gone from her life. Like an ex-boyfriend, it would take time to get over him, but the hopeful days to buy a new one would come.

"Paris Geller I think I could kiss you!" Rory screamed storming into the girl's bedroom finding a naked, college boy on her bed.

"Uh Rory, this is Lewis," she introduced giving him a weak smile.

"Yeah, hi there Lewis. Paris why did you throw out Bob? He was my life, my love, my friend," Rory sat on the bed next to the half naked Lewis ignoring the fact that he was there.

"Chill out Rory, I bought a new one yesterday. And yes you can name it-he's in a box in that closet," Paris pointed to her tiny closet which Rory immediately ran to. Unwrapping the coffee maker like a child would a present, Rory was delighted to see the deluxe model.

"Oh thank you so much Paris! I shall call him Sam!" she exclaimed happily and left the room hugging the coffee maker.

"Strange girl," Lewis commented as he pulled Paris to him.

"Tell me about it," she responded before kissing him softly.

The phone began to ring as Rory was on her way to the cafeteria.

"Hello?" she answered not recognizing the number.

"It's the love of your life-the man you slept with!" he voiced waiting for her response.

"Jess?" she joked hoping to catch him off guard- and she did.

"Rory!" he yelled into the phone making her laugh. Hearing her giggles he realized he was the pun of her joke and laughed along as well. "How are you my little Mary?" he questioned as he walked into the cafeteria spotting her in line.

"Not bad, I'm just getting a coffee fix after class. Did you know that Paris threw out Bob!" she wailed causing people to give her stares. She smiled sheepishly then ordered her coffee.

"That's impossible," he whispered and wrapped his arm around her waist, causing her to shriek.

"What the hell is your problem Tristan," she turned to face him full of annoyance as she put away her cell phone and took her large coffee.

"Just thought I'd surprise you Mary," he whispered in her ear. His warm breath tickled against her skin causing her knees to buckle slightly. He felt her weight in his arms and held onto her tightly. "Wow Mary, I realized I could make you blush, but weak in the knees! I never thought you the type," he smiled causing her to roll her eyes and stand on her feet.

"Please Tristan, you do not make me weak in the knees," she stalked off towards a table and sat down. Knowing he would follow her, she put on her headphones and pulled out a book.

"Oh how you tempt me Mary," he cooed knowing she heard him. She chose to ignore him as he sat down beside her and grasped her hand. He stroked her knuckles causing her to stir from her book and glance up for a moment. She gave him a glare and he stroked her hand again.

They continued the charade of trying to annoy each other with evil glares and annoyances until Rory began to get fed up.

"Tristan why are you here?" Rory asked sitting back in her chair.

"I thought I told you-I came for you," he replied honestly letting go of her hand and staring into her unwavering blue eyes.

"Yes, but why now? Why not before? Why not at Chilton? Why of all times did you pick now?" she had wondered this ever since he had appeared at the cafeteria yesterday.

"Because this was the time I realized that I had to tell you and come after you. I couldn't wait any longer for you Rory-and I won't. I need you-at military school all I ever did was think about you! What else do you want me to say? I need you, I want you!" he was red with almost an annoyance that she didn't understand him. He was angry that he had to tell her and that she didn't just know.

"Oh," she said barely audible. She closed her book and stood up, Tristan following her as she traveled outside.

"Where are you going?" he called as she sped up.

"Away from you!" she screamed, tears now forming in her eyes.

When he finally caught up with her, tears were spilling from her eyes. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her tightly to him. "Why do you want me to stay away?"

"Be-Be-Because I can't be a victim in your trap Tristan. I can't just be another girl, another conquest. I have feelings you know-I'm not the type for a one night stand. I'm different!" She screamed the final statement as she collapsed onto a bench waiting for his reply.

"That's why I came looking for you-because you're different! But what I don't understand is how your feelings changed from this morning?" he asked honestly.

"Because when you left me I felt déjà vu again! You left me before-to go to military school. I can't take these games; I don't want to woo you. In the eternal words of William Shakespeare, 'we were not made to woo'!" Rory retorted.

"But you are the game, not the hunter!" he yelled back his eyes pierced with anger at her not understanding him yet again.

"Did you just compare me to hunting?" she openly laughed and he grew red from making such a stupid comparison. She saw his obvious embarrassment and stood up to be beside him. "You know DuGrey, You're pretty sexy when you're mad!" she cooed into his ear kissing his neck.

He felt this sudden urge of power over him and kissed her lips passionately. He pressed her up against his body and held onto her hips tightly as she wrapped her arms around his neck. His mouth covered hers effortlessly and parted her lips easily. She didn't object but accepted this gesture and continued with it. She backed up slowly to the bench and bumped into it, causing her to tip backwards. He quickly grasped her hips and pulled her back to him as if possessively taking over her.

"My, my Tristan, don't want to let me go?" she teased and he was the one blushing. Tristan DuGrey never blushed-ever! He was a manly guy, and men never blushed. What was Rory doing to him? She was changing his being in only the short hours they had been together.

"I don't ever want to leave you again," he cooed in her ear and she nuzzled his neck in response.

"You better not," she replied kissing up his neck and feeling the electricity between their bodies. He pulled away for a second and let her to a covered walkway that appeared to be deserted. "What?" she asked as he backed her up against the wall- reminding her of high school and the blue lockers he had often backed her into.

"I just wanted to get a firmer grip on you," he smiled and kissed her neck as he pressed himself against her causing her to moan.

"I think I like where this is going!" Rory whispered as his hands traveled to her hips and his lips crashed against hers once again.