Yes, I know! An UPDATE! So, on a scale of 1 to 10. how shocked are you right now? lol
Okay, first of all, I really need to apologize for the long wait... I'm horrible, I know. I did have some of this written, and then I scrapped it, and re-wrote it because, frankly, it sucked...well, sucked worse than this one. lol And, of course, it didn't help that my old computer crashed, and I lost everything, including this fic. Luckily, I had the written part on paper. lol. Yay for me and my love of pencils.
Anyway, I know that this is short, so please, forgive me... I seriously haven't written any GG fics since I last updated this. Well, nothing that I deem post-worthy, anyway. lol So, this is me getting back into the fic. Again, sorry for the long wait.
Jayde.
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Chapter 3: Chocolate Covered Coffee Bean Pleading Tactics
"Luuuke! Coffee!" Rory called as she dramatically as she threw herself onto a stool at the counter of Luke's Diner.
"No." Came the grunt of a reply.
"Pleeeeeease?" She whined as she widened her eyes and looked at him sorrowfully.
Tristan shook her head at the sight of his best friend getting ready to throw herself upon the feet of the flannel-clad man in front of her. "Luke, please, give her coffee. She hasn't had any, and frankly, I don't think that I'll be able to survive her constant whining all day."
The only response that he got were large cups of coffee placed in front of Rory, and himself. "Thank you, Luke."
"Yeah, Luke. Thanks." Rory mumbled as she lifted the mug to her lips, narrowly avoiding spilling the scalding brew all over herself.
"Mmhmm. . ." Tristan nodded distractedly as he watched his best friend inhale the contents of her cup, and then hold it out for a re-fill.
Shaking his head, Luke poured her more coffee. "So, are you two going to eat, or not?"
"We'll eat." Tristan answered as he lifted his still-full cup to his lips.
"Your Sunday regular?"
"Yeah, that'd be good."
"So. . . Two tall pancake stacks, one banana, a and one blueberry. Both with extra whipped cream. No variations?" Luke looked suspiciously at Rory.
As she was still immersed in the contents of her coffee cup, she shook her head.
He looked at Tristan, who leaned over conspiratorially and whispered, "You might want to add a bowl of strawberries to that."
Luke nodded briskly, "You bet, thanks."
Rory, oblivious to the covert exchange, as always, held out her cup for another refill. She smiled as she pulled her now full cup of coffee towards herself again and watched Luke walk to the small window to place their orders. She bounced slightly in her seat, seemingly struck by inspiration, "Hey, Luke? Can you add a bowl of strawberries and cream to that?"
The only response that she got was two distinctly masculine chuckles.
"What?" Rory looked at Tristan, who failed miserably in his attempt to stifle a grin and then at Luke, "What!" She repeated, "You do this to me every week! What are you two laughing about!"
Tristan cleared his throat and assumed his most innocent expression, "Nothing, Ror. Just drink your coffee."
Rory growled as she buried her head in her arms, "It's not funny."
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"Okay. . . tell me. . . How did we get roped into this, again?" Tristan asked later that week as he whirled Rory around Miss Patty's –thankfully empty at the moment- Dance Studio.
"Well," Rory chewed her lip thoughtfully, "It all started out with you saying to Miss Patty that it would be a good idea for her to have volunteers to learn to dance with the children. . . I believe what I heard you say was 'So the young boys can look up to an older guy and see that it's okay to make a fool of yourself', or something of the sort." Her blue eyes laughed up at him as he led her in the classic waltz.
They were practicing before they actually started dancing in front of the children that weekend, because according to Miss Patty, they simply couldn't learn with the children (not that they actually needed to, after all, they were parts of influential Hartford families), they had to set the example for the children.
Tristan sighed, "Right. What was I stupid enough to say that? I know Patty. . . I should have known that she'd take that as 'Pick Me! Pick Me! I'll be one of your defenseless trainees!'"
Rory shook her head, "Poor Tris, You never do learn, do you? Look at the bright side, though."
"What bright side?"
"Well, you get to spend more time with lil' old me, of course. Seriously, though, just think of how impressed your date to the formal next week will be when she learns that you can dance the 4/4 waltz perfectly."
"Hah! Date? I don't have a date. I thought that you already figured out that I've extinguished all of the female population of Chilton. And frankly, I really don't want to go to the formal with an Ex."
Rory shook her head, amused. "Oh, God, You seriously can't find one girl that you haven't gone out with? Not one, in all of Chilton? Tristan. . .let me say something, and don't take any offence, well, It's not like I really care if you do or not, but still, don't take offense; You need serious help."
Tristan let out a surprised laugh, "Yes, I do. . .and that's where you come in."
Rory stopped dead, shaking her head. "Oh, no. Tristan, seriously. . ." She stepped out of his arms and looked at him incredulously.
"Yes, Rory. . . 'seriously'." He pouted, "Pleeeeease? Pretty, pretty please, with crushed chocolate covered coffee beans on top?"
"But, I. . ." Rory trailed off helplessly.
"Please? I'll. . . I'll do anything." Tristan put on his most pathetic pleading expression on, and cracked a small smile when Rory burst out laughing.
"You owe me. Big time, Buster."
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" He threw himself on the floor dramatically and playfully kissed her hand.
She smiled and tugged him up, then made a show of wiping her hand on her jeans. "You slobber." She smiled innocently as she walked over to the still-playing record player, turned it off and walked out.
Tristan narrowed his eyes at her retreating form, a smile playing on his lips.
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Okay... I'm going to say I'm sorry for the long wait, and the length, again. So, I'm sorry. lol
Anyway, Thank you thank you, thank you everybody who has reviewed... I'm over 100! wow.. And that's with only 2 chapters and a prologue. Thank you everyone for nagging (and I mean that in the best possible use of the word) me for an update. I love you all.
So, since I'm not sure if I actually have any readers left, can you please tell me if it's even worth my while to continue?.. I will continue, no matter what, but if people don't really want it, it'll probably be a longer wait.
Anyway, I'm going to shut-up now... because it's 3:17 am as I'm writing this. lol and I need sleep. Desperately.
So, thank you for reading, and please, tell me what you think.
Jayde
