Disclaimer: I have 20 cents in my wallet so I have 2 words…. As if!

Authors Note: Wow Thanks for all the reviews. A special thanks to Apple eye my first reviewee (is that a word??) I really appreciate all the fed back. I wanted to write this in the first chapter but being the computer bimbo that I am it took me a while to work out how to post and then my computer and I had a fight…so yeah. I'm from Australia so if I make any geographical mistakes (which is highly likely) just pretend its real for the norm of the story. If I make any grammatical mistakes (also very likely) remember I'm a blonde. Finally I'd like some one to help me with this story…you know just read my drafts and see what you think and stuff. Anyone interested e-mail me at josie_m84@hotmail.com.

Thanks again--- Josie

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*Recap*

"Um…can I help you?" she said trying to keep her voice from shaking. The form in front of her spun around causing Rory to gasp and take a step knocking over a pile of books neatly placed along a shelf. The smirk that formed on the lips of the man produced a bright red hue over her face. At this familiar reaction, the smirk transformed into a cheeky grin. "Some things never change, huh Mary?"

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It took a moment for Rory to recover from her initial shock and reciprocate with "And you, Tristan Dugery seem to epitomise that statement."

"I'm flattered." Came the answer.

"Silly me, I meant to insult you."

"It's never an insult when a beautiful woman remembers your name, even after seven years." At this comment the blush on Rory's face deepened, as she searched for a response. Watching her reaction Tristan could not help but lean in forward and whisper; "And it's also extremely flattering to see that I still have the same effect I had on you seven years ago." Rory took in a sharp breath at their close proximity and silently berated herself for acting the like one of his stupid groupies.

"What effect would that be Tristan? Oh wait, I know, it's the effect that makes me want to find a bucket before I hurl. Yup, anyone that has that sought of effect on me is definitely worth remembering." At her outburst Tristan let out a chuckle, which turned into full-fledged laughter. Rory watched him a moment before she found herself joining in. It took a few minutes before they were able to control themselves. "So you want to tell me what your doing here?" Rory asked with an eyebrow raised.

"It's a bookshop Rory, what do you think?"

"Oh um ok" she stuttered. "So found anything you liked?"

"I might have." He said elusively.

"You might have? What sort of answer is that?"

Tristan opened his mouth to respond when the electronic beeping of his cell went of. Reaching for the phone he gave her an apologetic shrug before answering. Rory bent over the books she had knocked down pretending not to listen to his side of the conversation.

"Hello."

"What! Now?"

"I…"

"Ahrr! Ok I'll be there, but you owe me Mel."

"Sorry, Mary I got to go. It was nice seeing you again." He said looking down at were she was crouched over the books. Before she could respond he had walked out of the store. Leaving Rory watching his fleeting back. "Rory, the name's Rory" she said to the traces of his cologne that still hung in the air.

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"So let me get this straight. This is THE Tristan. Chilton Tristan, Evil Tristan, Bible boy Tristan, I had a thing for Rory, Tristan?" Lane said excitement bubbling in her voice.

Rory shot a sceptical glance at her best friend who sat cross-legged on their couch. Suddenly, telling Lane about her run-in with the Satan himself, didn't seem like such a good idea.

"He did not have a thing for me."

"Did he follow you around all through high school?" Lane asked with a knowing grin.

"That's not…"

"Answer the question, Rory"

"Fine, yes"

"Did he insist on teasing you with comments usually filled with sexual innuendo?

Rory Sighed before slightly nodding her head.

"Did he, and to quote you on this one, give you a nice kiss at a certain party?" Lane asked matter of factly

"Ahhrggh, Shut up Lane." Rory said burying her head into the sofa, attempting to escape Lane's onslaught and the memories of the past.

"Fine, but using my refined power's of deduction I have tell you, that boy had a thing for you. And from what you tell me it seems as though he still might have a thing for you."

"Ok Sherlock, now I know you're delusional." Rory said looking at Lane like she had three heads.

"Oh really? Care to explain how you came to that conclusion?"

"Tristan, MAY, have had a thing for me, back in high school. But now he hardly seems to care. I mean he just walked out of the shop, just like that, didn't ask for a phone number, didn't want to get coffee with me, nothing. He just walked out." Rory said with a slight shrug.

"You, Rory Gilmore, sound almost disappointed"

"I am not! I'm just…"

"Just what?" Lane asked trying to control the grin threatening to break loose. As she watched Rory sigh and say in a slightly compressed tone

"Disappointed."