COFFEE

by: Dru

Chapter.1 :

Blame The Coffee

Disclaimer: Own absolutly nothin regarding Gilmore Girls.


Someone coughed behind them, they stopped what they were doing, turned around and saw a red-faced Paris. She wasn't red because she was embarrassed. No, she was red like a tomato because she was very angry.

Tristan DuGrey and his flavor of the week were blocking the bookcase that held a book she needed for a project, she and Rory Gilmore had been forced to do together by Mr. Medina.

She couldn't see the girl since she had been up against the bookcase and was now covering her face in blazer-clothed Tristan's back. Okay, so Paris thought that was a bit weird, but didn't think about it. Instead, she started to argue with Tristan. It seemed since they became teenagers that the only way the communicated was her either blushing at his flirting or arguing. Him flirting and her being kinda mean to him.

"Would you and who ever is trying to become one with your blazer, move out of my way so that I can get the book I need for this stupid literature project? I might not like it, but I will not get less than an A for it. Just because..." Paris was saying, when she noticed on a nearby table another blazer, and a book lying on the table. On the ground was an overstuffed backpack.

That was Rory's backpack. She knew because when they had talked about the project after literature class by rory's locker, Rory had needed some papers or something from her backpack and Paris had commented on why rory had so much stuff in it.

Suddenly Paris eyes flew to the person still hiding behind Tristan. It could be her, yes. She seemed a bit shorter than him and pretty long, chocolate brown hair. What the HELL! Oh, now, they were in real trouble.

"RORY! Oh, my god! SINCE WHEN are you into tristan? NO, don't answer that. MOVE, I want that book behind you." Paris told them, seething, you could almost see the smoke coming from her.

They moved and Paris finally got to the place where the book should be. But it wasn't there, there were only like 3 copies of the book available in their library and it seemed that all three were out. Paris let out a frustrated half-sigh/half-growl.

"Umh, Paris, if your lookin for that book Mr. Medina told us to check out, I got the last one but since we're partners in this project do you think we really need two? I mean, we are going to do this project together, right?" Rory asked the angry blonde, who as soon as Rory spoke up from behind Tristan, who shot her eyes from the empty place on the book-shelf to the brunette who shouldn't have ever been there in the first place, at least in Paris's oppinion. One look into Paris's eyes, rory got the book from the table and handed it to Paris. "Here, you have it." Rory told her, as Paris snatched it from her and then looked at Tristan who looked like nothing was wrong to Rory who was looking at the floor.

"No, I guess not. I just thought you had gone home. You said you were, but I guess that was a lie. I just wanted to read it, since Mr. Medina seemed to think it would help." Paris told her, before turning around and walking away. Obviously soooo mad, she practically stomped her way through the library and when a student that was walking in there gave her an evil eye for making noise in the library, she just gave him this look that said 'one word and your dead'. No wonder people feared her, when she got mad she got truly 100 percent mad.

Paris was almost to the front doors of Chilton, when she heard someone running towards her, she rolled her eyes and turned around. There was a flushed Rory, without her blazer. Her hair not perfect, a little tangled though she had tried to fix it on the way, and her lips a little swollen. (I really have no idea, just seen other people write that. shrugs).

"Please, Paris, don't tell anyone. If you do, it'll get to my grandmother, then to my mom and the rest of stars hollow. I'm not ready to tell them. This is just too new, you know and right now, it's going well." Rory told Paris, looking so innocent and doe eyed.

"I won't tell, for awhile because don't expect me to keep this to myself forever and do you think you could not be making out anywhere where I can see. I really don't want to see that every day of the week. But you should be careful, because Tristan is not some small-town boy like the boy you brought to the check later formal." Paris told her, actual real concern in her eyes.

"I know that, and actually Dean is from Chicago, so he's not exactly a small-town boy. But thanks. And I promise nowhere you can see." Rory told her, as she smiled at the last comment.

"Okay, well, I have to go now. I'll see you tomorrow about the project, okay?" Paris asked, as she adjusted the strap of her school bag. It was not as she was saying she was approving of Rory and Tristan dating, but what could she really do right now?

"So, is she going to spread it all over school?" Tristan asked Rory, as she was walking back to the library get her stuff.

"You know, this is all your fault." Rory told him, annoyed as he handed her the discarded overstuffed bag and dark-blue blazer.

"How is this my fault?" He asked her, as they headed for the front doors of Chilton that just a few minutes ago Paris had been exiting.

"Well, you distracted me from my research with kisses. See, all your fault, and now I've got to go to the Stars Hollow public library and check if they have the book." She told him, as they went down the steps outside Chilton, towards where Rory took her bus and where Tristan's car was.

"But I thought you said to Paris that you really didn't need two copies of the same book. Since you two were doing this project together. And I was just going to give you a quick kiss, you just wouldn't let me go, Mary." He told her, laughter in his eyes as he said that last word. He didn't call her that much, anymore but sometimes he slipped back into that old, cocky and annoying routine.

"Remember my name or I'll see you in a week." Rory told him, pretend annoyed since she knew he didn't mean it like he used to mean it. If that made any sense at all.

"Come on, Rory. Let me drive you home for once. It can't hurt, right?" Tristan asked her, as they walked to his car, and she was thinking of saying yes, but then everybody would be wondering who the boy was that wasgiving her a ride.

"No, I'll just take the bus. But see you tomorrow." She told him, before giving him a kiss and then hurrying up to catch the bus, a bit hard since her backpack weighed like a ton or two.

When she got home, she went straight to Lane. Lane Kim was the only person that knew about Tristan & Rory. She could keep a secret, just look at her room.

Lane was in her room, reading or that's what her mom said, when rory got there and was greated by Mrs. Kim.

"Hi. Paris found out." Rory told Lane, who was actually reading, as she put down her bag and slumped down on to the bed.

"What? How?" Lane asked, as she looked up from her book.

"Well, she kinda caught us kissing in the library." Rory told her, looking at Lane and then sighs.

"Ouch. So, how did she take it?" Lane asked, as she put her book on a table next to her bed.

"She seemed to take it all right. I mean, she promised not to say anything...for awhile and I don't know how long it will last." Rory told her, as she looked at Lane with worried eyes. "Anyways, Madeline made me promise that'd I'd come to her party on saturday and since you and paris are the only ones that know bout me & Tristan, can you come with me? And maybe come shopping tomorrow? " Rory was askin her, but before lane could answear rory remembered something she considered less that pleasant. "I can't tomorrow, I have to meet with Paris cause of this project for school. How about friday?" She asked, as she toyed with the hem of her shirt.

"Sure, no problem. I just gotta find an excuse for moma (or mama)." Lane told her.

"Yeah, and you know you can get stuff borrowed from me or mom." Rory told her, right before Mama kim came into the room and looked at rory, who was laying on the bed. "Well, I'm gonna leave now. See you later. Bye!" She tells both kims, before standing up, grabbing her bag and walking out of the room.

The next day, after school:

"Okay, so let's get this over with. But before we start, I've got to ask. When did you start daiting Tristan?" Paris asked, as she put the book from yesterday on rory's coffee table in the living room.

"Well, as you know I'm addicted to coffee..."

Two months ago:

Rory was in the line at the cafeteria to get her coffee, so it wasn't the greatest coffee ever but she needed it anyway. There was only one person before her in the line, when she found out that she didn't have any money. Damn.

When it came to her, she looks at the lunch lady waiting for a payment and looks at her, embarrassed; "Do you think I could pay fo this tomorrow? I just realised I left my money at home, I promise I'll pay tomorrow." Rory told her, but the lunch lady just looked at her like she was crazy.

"No, either you pay or leave it here." the lunch lady said, as she became more and more annoyed with the brunette holding up the line.

"Here, I'll pay that for her. And I'm gonna have this." Someone said, as that someone handed the disgruntled lunch lady. Rory turned around and saw who else but her so to speak arch-enemy, Tristan.

"No, that's all right. I'll skip it." Rory told the woman, who was holding the money and lookin at Tristan, question(s) in her eyes.

"Come on, take it. I'm just paying for coffee." He told her, as they looked at each other. Rory, annoyed and him, just a bit amused.

"No. It would come back and bite me in ass later. I'll just get coffee when I get home." Rory told him, then looked at the coffee cup with longing eyes.

"Come on, let me pay it. You need that coffee." Tristan told her, knowing she really wanted the coffee and she'd crack eventually.

"I guess, but I'm paying you back tomorrow." She tells him, as the lunch lady can finally put the money away and the line starts moving again.

The next day:

Tristan was walking down the hall on his way to class, he was a bit late for it. He turns around when he hears someone running down the hall, in his direction. It's Rory.

"Hi. Here's the money for the coffee. I gotta go, I'm already late for class." She tells him, as she waits for him to take the money from her hand.

"I'm not taking your money. You didn't have to pay me back." He told her, as he pushed her outstretched hand towards herself.

"But I want to pay you back, then I don't owe you anything." She told him, as he narrowed his eyes at her when she again tries to hand him the money.

"You already didn't owe me anything. Really, Rory, I'm not a totally jerk." He told her, as he took one step away from her outstretched hand. This pissed her off, and she began to bite her lower lip.

"Hey, you know my name. But take the damn money." She told him, as she took another step towards him and continued to bite her lower lip as if annoyed or nervous.

"Don't do that." He suddenly told her, as he stood there compleatly still and seemed to be entranced with something he was looking at.

"Don't do what? Offer to pay you back for the coffee you bought me yesterday." She told him, wondering why he totally changed moods in a matter of few seconds.

"No, bite your lip." He told her, still lookin at her lips.

"Why?" She told him, now looking at him, intrested.

"Because your beautiful and doing that only makes me want to smash you against the lockers and suck on that lip." He tells her, lookin from her lips to her eyes.

That shocked Rory a little, but then she thinks about that kiss at Madeline's party. That had been a really nice kiss. She looked him in the eyes and said; "Why don't you?"

He's shocked beyond belief that she said that. And to him.

"Well, are you?" She asks him, smiling.

"Hell, yes." He told her, before indeed smashing her up against the lockers behind them and kissing her. They make out for probably a few minutes, and no one seems to pass by but they weren't really noticing anything around them. When they split up, Rory starts to walk away and tells him; "We'll talk later. I'm really late for class."

"Okay." He just tells her, watching her walk down the empty hallway.

"And that's how you got together? By fighting over a cup of coffee?" Paris asked Rory, who remembered it like it was yesterday.

"Yep, over coffee." Rory told her, smiling. "So, are you going to Madeline's party on Saturday?" She asked Paris, who was now sinking herself into a book.

"Yes. I would have just stayed there for a few minutes, but mom says I have to stay a few hours." Paris told Rory, as she rolled her eyes and returned her attention back to the book before asking Rory; "Are you going with Tristan?"

"No, I'm just going with Lane. I don't think Tristan even knows I'm going. I just think if we went together people would ask too many questions. " Rory told her, before they both went back to their books and started on the project.

To Be Continued...

A/N: so, what do you think ? Do you want more? I have more, well, layout of more. This is my first ever Trory. well, Gilmore Girls fanfic. Please, leave me a review. I soooo need it. Dru, Iceland, 09.12.2004