Rory awoke to the loud yelling of a very familiar person. As she fluttered her eye open she noticed a very angry Paris screaming at a half dressed Tristan who was now standing beside her. She closed her eyes hoping she could avoid the anger being thrown her way, but much to her dismay, Paris had noticed.

"Don't you dare think you're missing out on this Gilmore," she screamed dragging Rory out of the bed.

"What did we do Paris?" Rory asked oblivious to what was going on.

"Look around Gilmore- get a clue," she screamed and made Rory whimper slightly.

Doing as she was told, Rory scanned the room and began to realize what Paris was so angry about. Tristan and she had fallen asleep in Paris' bed after one hell of a night! She smacked her hand to her forehead at the realization of being caught and dug her head into Tristan's chest we laughed into her ear.

"It's okay Mary," he whispered, "she doesn't know about that!"

Rory looked into his eyes as she asked for some help and a plan. Tristan was two steps ahead as always and began to side step Paris' anger.

"Listen Paris, Rory was just getting a shirt that you borrowed and I jumped on your bed which she tried to get me off. There was quite a struggle, but she fell asleep- one tired girl I'll say and that's why we're here," he lied adding in his signature smile to hopefully help buy her over.

Paris didn't buy one second of this lie, but given the amazing night she had with Lewis she decided to let it go. "Right, anyways, I think you both need to get out," Paris pointed to her door and gave them a strong smile.

Rory wasn't satisfied and had to disrupt this order of a happy, believing, even trusting Paris. "What? You bought that? Oh my goodness! Paris got laid!" she screamed and caused Tristan to fall onto the bed.

"I, well…Yes I did, now get out before I start to yell again!" she demanded and they barely left the room without falling to the floor in peals of laughter.

They made it to Rory's room successfully until they collapsed on her bed until their laughter subsided.

"Wow, she is uptight," Tristan said grabbing Rory's hand and playing with her fingers.

"I know, it was about time she was happy again. This Lewis guy must be special or something. So, what else do we have to do before we leave?" he asked as he surveyed the sparse room.

"Just drive it over to your place. I'm surprised Paris didn't ask about all the boxes because I haven't exactly told her yet," Rory commented with a slight bit of guilt.

"You haven't told her?" Tristan dropped her hand and sat up unexpectedly.

"No, I was hoping we could do it together- soften the blow?" she laughed nervously and he shook his head furiously.

"No Rory. We can't tell her now, right before we leave. She'll freak out!" he was acting strange for Tristan; it was almost scary how scared he was of Paris.

"Whoa babe, slow down, we have to go tell her. Don't chicken out on me," she pouted and pulled him off the bed as she led him to the door.

Tristan couldn't refuse that pout- it was his weak spot that he couldn't help. So, being the whipped boy that he was, he followed her out the door and to the Scary-One's bedroom. Rory knocked twice before Paris finally answered with an unusually big grin on her face.

"What do you two want? Another go about in my bed? Because seriously I have to burn the sheets!" she rambled causing Rory to blush at her accusation.

"Um, aside from that I, nay, we have something important to tell you," she smiled weakly as she stood at the door under Paris' now very attentive gaze.

Tristan took this as an opportunity to begin, "As you may or may not know, I have a pretty large apartment on the other end of campus and a lot of room,"

"Yes, I know I've been there many a time," Paris nodded as he spoke.

"Well, I, Rory and I have decided," Tristan looked to Rory to cut in who up to this point was chewing her thumb nail. She dropped her hand and fought for the words.

"To, uh… well… move in together," she smiled as she waited for her room mates yelling for not telling her in advance, but no such thing. Paris' smile broadened and she seemed quite pleased.

"I am so happy for you guys! This is a good step for you two, a very good step indeed!" she began to nod and ramble which they had to tune out because they were shocked she didn't have some set of statistics about couples and the break up rate.

"Wait Paris, you're not mad? I mean I'm moving today," Rory cut in one of Paris' ramblings about how good they were together.

"Oh, today huh? Why didn't you tell me sooner, I would have helped you pack!" Paris said enthusiastically.

"Don't worry, Logan helped her with that," Tristan said with a slight sneer at the name.

Rory just gave him a "don't be jealous" look and he shut right up with a kind smile. He grabbed her hand and began to swing it with childlike enthusiasm.

"Logan? Oh, the blonde boy who is a lot like Tristan. That boy is trouble Gilmore, watch your back around him," she said casually as if it was something she said everyday.

"Uh thanks Paris, I will. So um, we're going to go get ready for the day and maybe next weekend you can come over for dinner?" Rory asked which Paris returned with a smile.

"Of course I'll come to dinner, but only when you're settled. So you two get in that game and get moving!" she shouted and closed the door abruptly.

Rory flinched at the sound of the slammed door and backed away slowly. A little shocked she went to the bathroom and prepared to disrobe when Tristan followed her in.

"Um, what are you doing?" she asked with a slight amusement to her voice.

"Having a shower," he said innocently as he turned on the water.

"No way, I have first dibs," she replied and began to push him out.

"Well we'll just have to shower together then," he replied matter-of-factly which she shot a "oh my goodness I can't believe you just said that" glare.

"Um, I don't know Tristan, I mean we should actually shower, we do have plenty of time to try stunts like that!" she smiled coyly and pushed him out of the bathroom with a bemused daze on his face. A foolish smile crossed his lips until he realized he'd been seduced out of a washroom and the girl was still in there. He shook his head and proceeded to her bedroom.

Man, living with a chick was going to be great!

"Tristan, is it okay if I put Sam here?" Rory asked placing her beloved coffee maker on his counter.

"I already have a coffee maker you know," he said showing her the familiar espresso maker.

"Ah my friend, that makes expensive coffee and by some snotty machine- we'll call him Raphael. But this is good ol' Sam, like Samwise from LOTR! Anyways, he's dependable and always good so that little Raphael better not seduce Sam to the dark side or else!" she pointed her finger threateningly in Tristan's face and he wasn't sure if she was serious or not.

He backed away cautiously and turned around to unpack some more of her things. "You know Mary, we might have to get you a new closet," he said as he unpacked some of her clothing.

"Don't worry about it, I can manage without a lot of space you know," she said and proceeded to add Colonel Clucker to the bed.

"Aww you still have this old thing?" he asked as he took it from her and examined it.

"Yes and it usually stays away from boys, but for the time being I suppose I can make an exception," she smiled and put the stuffed animal on the bed.

"So we're done!" Tristan yelled happily and fell onto the bed.

"Yes we are, and I'm feeling sweaty," she giggled and wiped the sweat from her brow.

"How about a shower?" Tristan questioned suggestively.

"You read my mind," Rory giggled and ran to the bathroom with Tristan close behind.

A/N: Again, I apologize that it's been taking me so long to get these chapters up, it's just I'm starting to stress about ISU's and exams. So again, my heart felt apology to all of you darling dedicated readers!