A/N: Hey guys! now I know what you're gonna say. Finally! and I have to say I agree. lol. I promise to get the next chapter up sooner. By the way, it will be the LAST one. The song in this is "Just a Freind" by MariOOOOOO! lol. its just so fun to say. MariOOOOO! Okay. On with the story.


Chapter 11- Just a Friend


Saturday 5:30 pm

The phone rang, and since the maid had the night off, Tristan sauntered over to answer. "'Lo?" he asked lazily. He'd been hanging out at the house all day, thinking about Rory mostly. It seemed like the longer he stayed away from her, the more he needed her. He wanted to know everything about her. Explore every inch of her. (again) And mostly, he wanted her to feel the same way about him.

I wanna know your name and

I wanna know if you got a man

I wanna know

I wanna know everything

I wanna know your number and if I can come over and

I wanna know watcha like

I wanna know so I can do it all night

Butcha tellin' me I'm just a friend

Telling me I'm just a friend

"Tristan? Good. It's Summer. Listen. How fast can get to Rory's house with your car and a bunch of friends?" she asked hurriedly.

"Why?"

"How fast?"

"20, 30 minutes tops."

"Good, make it 20."

"Fine. Now why?"

"I'm really worried she's gonna try something stupid at that party tonight."

"The one at UCONN."

"Yah."

"Okay. I'll be there in 15."


Everyone hopped out of the two cars in front of the dorm and headed for the door. "Rory," Tristan called.

Rory stopped and waited, letting everyone pass.

When Tristan had shown up earlier that night with some others, and Rory had answered the door, he could tell by her demeanor that tonight was going to be trouble. That and from her skimpy outfit. Not that he minded seeing her in it. It was the fact that everyone else got to see too.

"Yah?"

"Listen, maybe you should just take it easy tonight," he said quietly.

Rory was agitated. He and Summer seemed to be conspiring against her. "You're acting like you care. Almost like you're my friend. But you're not. Are you?"

Oh baby you

Got what I need

But you say I'm just a friend

But you say I'm just a friend

I can be your

Fan-ta-sy

But you're telling me I'm just a friend

Telling me I'm just a friend

Rory's words stung. "I am you're friend. Maybe more," he answered.

"You're definitely not more. I can't risk it. I've been hurt too much in the past."

"So why don't we blow off the party, and you tell me about it?"

I wanna know you in and out

I wanna know what you're all about

I wanna know

I wanna know what makes you laugh

I wanna know about your past

I wanna know how you move

I wanna know

So I can move too

I wanna know

But you're telling me I'm just a friend

Telling me I'm just a friend.

"Maybe later," Rory said, calming down. "I just wanna have some fun tonight."

Tristan just stared.

"So… friends?"

Oh baby you

Got what I need

But you say I'm just a friend

But you say I'm just a friend

I can be your

Fan-ta-sy

But you're telling me I'm just a friend

Telling me I'm just a friend

"And you don't want anything more?"

"Tristan! I know you're cocky and think the world of yourself, but can't you just get it through your head that I don't want to be anything more?"

Can you

Give me one reason why

You wouldn't want this kind of guy

Cuz I stay dips

I stay lace

And I know you know I'm fly

Girl stop playing games with me

And lets get it on tonight

You got nothing to lose

Let me do what I do

The hurt was evident in his features this time. "Fine. Friends."

Oh baby you

Got what I need

But you say I'm just a friend

But you say I'm just a friend

I can be your

Fan-ta-sy

But you're telling me I'm just a friend

Telling me I'm just a friend

It was quiet for a moment. "But if you change your mind… or… or you need anything… just don't be afraid to call, okay?"

You can call me any time you like

Doesn't matter day or night

We can do whatever you

wanna do it's up to you

Don't fight the feeling

that you feel

I can tell that it's real

oh girl

so won't you help me understand

why you say I'm just a

why you say I'm just a friend

"Of course," Rory answered honestly. With that she turned her back on him and walked inside.


When Rory walked into the dorm she wasn't surprised by what she saw at all. There was a long table along the back of the common room, filled with food, punch, and soda. The keg had it's own table in the corner. Couples were making out here and there, and others were dancing in the center of the floor. A hallway led to all the dorm rooms.

She found Summer, and after dancing for a while they went to get some punch. "Rory, you know the guy I told you was totally checking you out like, 10 minutes ago?"

"Yah… why?"

"He's coming over here right now."

Rory turned just as the guy was taking his final step towards them. "Hi. You're Rory, right?" he asked.

"Ya…" she answered, puzzled as to how he knew her.

"I'm Brian," he told her.

"Oh! She exclaimed, understanding dawning on her face. "Summer, Brian's the one who invited us."

"It's nice to meet you," she told him, grinning. "I'm gonna go um… over there," she told Rory, grinning before leaving.

"So…. What's your major?" Rory asked him.

"English. I want to be a journalist.

"Really? So do I!" she answered.

"I have my books and notes from my classes in my room if you want to check them out," he offered.

"That would be great, thanks."

Tristan and Summer watched as Rory disappeared with Brian down the hallway, his jaw clenched. Summer put her hand on his shoulder in support.

"I don't get it," she said quietly.

"Get what?" he snapped.

"If you're the only one good enough for her, and she's the only one good enough for you, why do you keep looking everywhere for love but in each other?"


"I can't believe you had to do five essays already," Rory said, astounded.

"Yah," Brian said, sighing. "Do you want a drink or something?"

"I'm sorry. You're bored."

"No, it's okay. It's entertaining watching you. I'll just be back in a minute. So what's your poison?"

"Huh?"

Brian laughed. "Beer? What kind?"

"Oh," Rory said, squirming in her seat on his bed. "I wasn't planning on drinking."

"Come on, one beer. What could it hurt?"

"Sure," Rory said, forcing a smile. She'd just have a few sips, that's all. "Why not."


30 Minutes later

"He's in high school ladies," Summer said to the group of girls surrounding Tristan.

They smirked at her. "We don't care if he doesn't," one of them answered her slyly.

"I'm sure a judge would," Summer responded, and only showed a little satisfaction as most of the girls around them reluctantly left.

"What is it Summer?"

"We're all ready to go, but we can't find Rory anywhere."

"Well, when's the last time you saw her?"

"When she left with Brian," she answered in concern.

"Brian. Tall, brunette, brown eyes?" one of the girls asked, her eyes widening.

"Yah, that's him. Why?"

"I saw him slipping something into a beer over by the table about 10 minutes ago. I thought it was Tylenol or something, but it could have been a roofie."

Summer looked up at Tristan in shock. He was bubbling with anger.

"You know where her room is?" The girl nodded. "Summer, you go get some of the guys and furry up. You, show me where the room is."

Tristan followed the girl to the door and tried the knob. It was locked. He looked at the girls, as if daring her to stop him, before he kicked the door down with at loud bang.

Brian was on top of Rory on the bed, and you could tell she was struggling underneath him.

Not hearing Tristan come in, Brian didn't look up until Tristan was yanking him off of her. He backed him into the wall and hit him hard. Once. Twice, then letting him slide to the floor for his friends to deal with.

Pulling Rory into his arms, he made sure she was okay as he carried her out the door, and away from the party.


"What happened?" Dan asked, as he hurried down the hallway to Rory's door. Tristan was waiting outside while Summer got Rory undressed.

"What are you doing here Dan?"

"I came to make sure Rory was alright."

"Why?"

"Because I'm her boyfriend. What the hell is wrong with you DuGrey?"

Tristan ignored the question. "If I were you Dan, I would have considered her calling you and ass and storming out of the theatre her way of breaking up with you."

Dan glared at Tristan and moved for the door, but he quickly blocked his way. "What are you doing?"

"You can't go in there."

"Why the hell not?"

"She wouldn't want to see you."

"What the fuck DuGrey! You don't even know her!"

"I know her better than you!" Tristan yelled back. Dan just shook his head in anger. "Oh yah? What's her favorite drink Dan?"

"Diet Coke," he answered as if it were obvious.

"You're wrong Dan! You're fucking wrong! She drinks coffee as easily as she breathes! How could anyone who really cares about her not even know that?"

Not having any defense, he gave in, and slowly walked away. The world didn't begin and end with Rory Gilmore. At least not for him.


"Hey," Tristan whispered as he sat beside Rory on her bed. She was under the covers, slowly loosing consciousness.

"Thanks," she whispered weakly.

"Now problem. Anytime," he joked. "How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Mmmm…. Dizzy."

"Well that should ware of while you sleep," she assured her.

"I love you," she mumbled, barely audible as she nodded off. But he still heard her.


A/N: Reveiw Reveiw! And for those of you who are wondering, I did get this idea from One Tree Hill. I sort of had this kind of plot planned out from the begginning, and it ended up sounding more like it then I meant to. Next chapter is TOTALLY original, I promise. Lata, Fun.