Disclaimer: Don't own Gilmore Girls or any of it's characters, unfortunately. Would love to have a Tristan at my disposal.

Sorry for the wait. No good excuses but laziness and life in general. There's a little wierd formatting ( the :'s), but I swear the QuickEdit hates me.

:Rory:

"So… while this has been fun, and I'm really just loving all this attention I'm getting here, I'd better be leaving…" Maybe now things can just go back to normal. Or semi-normal.

"You don't have to leave if you don't want to. We wouldn't mind showing you around the town, would we, Rory?" Moooooom! He was gonna leave, too. I mean, I haven't had a terrible time with him, but it might be better if I just had some time to myse-

"Um, hellooo? Earth to Rory? Lovely daughter of mine?"

"What!"

"Taking Tristan around town? Ring any bells?"

"Oh, um, yeah. Sure."

"Don't sound so enthusiastic there, Rory." Smartass. Wait… did he just say-

"Oh my god. Rory. Amazing." He just shoots me a look. Maybe this won't be so very bad after all.

:Tristan:

"You know, you really don't have to do this if you don't want to. I know my mom kind of suckered you into it."

"Nah. It'll be fun. Didn't have anything really important to do anyway." That's an understatement. If I'm lucky, I'll be going home to an empty house.

"No hot dates?"

"I didn't say that."

"Oh, really now? You sure you don't want to go freshen up for Muffin or Candy or whatever her name is?" Muffin, Candy? God, how does she come up with this stuff? I just laugh in response.

"So, here's Ms. Patty's dance studio. You'll want to pass by here quickly, she could see us."

"Uh, okay."

"I mean, she's really nice, but I'm sure you don't want to run into her." Hello? Female dance instructor? I'm there.

"Oh, really?"

"Well, now we've lingered too long. Here she comes." Who? Surely not that lady? Okay, this town is insane.

"Oh, Rory, dear! You just have to introduce me to this strapping young fellow of yours!" Wow. Those are quite some pipes.

"Ms. Patty, this is my friend, Tristan." Way to overemphasize there, Mare.

"Oh, I see. Well, hello. It's just so nice to meet you." No. Tell me she's not. Wonderful. I take her offered hand and kiss it, reminded of countless black-tie affairs my parents have hosted.

"The pleasure is all mine."

"Oh, this one! Such a gentleman."

"Yep. Well, I'm taking him on a tour of the town, so we'd better get going." Thank God.

"Okay, dear. See you around. Nice meeting you."

"You too." We both say, almost in unison. We walk off, and I swear I can feel her eyes on my ass.

"Well, she was… interesting."

"I tried to warn you."Please. That does not constitute a warning. I just ignore her comment and we continue walking.

I hear a faint sound not too far away. What is that? I turn to Rory, and before I can even get the question out, she answers. "Camera. Kirk. Two o'clock." And standing there is a very skinny guy holding a camera and trying his damnedest not to let us know that he was snapping photos of us.

"Does he actually think we're oblivious?" I mean, come on.

"Who knows. It's Kirk. He's… eccentric, for lack of a better word." Duh. The whole town is a little eccentric. But somehow, it fits her. Explains her, just a tiny bit.

Many grateful thanks to everyone who's reviewed so far. And to all of you lurkers out there who are taking the time to read my story; I used to be one too. Then the damn writing bug bit me.

No idea when the next chap will be up, unfortunately. Hopefully my shiny new laptop will help with writer's block. Gotta love early graduation presents.