Summary:Tristin is surprised when the last person he expects shows up at his college...Rory. Following things will happen: Trory christmas, Lorelai and Luke with kids, and Trory babysitting, spring break, and more entertainment.

Disclaimer: Lets see...ah, wheres my script writing contract with the W.B. and my I.D. saying I'm Amy...Oh wait. I don't own Gilmore Girls, and I am not Amy Sherman Pallendino.

"Two coffee's, please," she said, and turned to him, "how do you like yours?"

"Black," he said.

Rory turned back to the casheire. "One black, like he said, and cream and sugar in the other."

"Four fifty," said the woman at the counter. Rory started to rummage through her purse but Tristin stopped her.

"No need," he said, "I'll get this one. I still owe you for screwing up the Romeo and Juliet scene."

Rory chuckled. "I'm amazed you remember that," she said.

"Yeah well," he said, "it was on the night that I left. How could I not forget it?" He forked over the four fifty to the woman and she gave them their drinks.

It was a crisp, fall day out. The leaves had just begun to change colors and there was hardly any remaint of summer. Tristin had always loved this time of year, although he would never admit it. It was so typical to have fall as your favorite season.

They walked away from the coffee cart, and Rory took a sip of hers. She was still addicted to the stuff. He chuckled at the memory of her always walking through Chilton, book in one hand, coffee mug in the other.

Rory quirked an eyebrow at him. "What on earth is so funny, Dugrey?" she asked, more so demanded.

He shook his head. "Nothing," he said, "just reminicising."

"About the Chilton Days?" she asked.

"Yes," he said.

"Anything in particular?" she wanted to know.

"You walking around the halls with your book in one hand, coffee mug in the other, always irritable if you didn't have it," he said.

Rory smiled at the image.

God, he loved that smile.

"That was me," she said, "the bookworm."

He wanted desperately to ask her why she was here. No time ever seemed to be good enough though. Maybe she didn't want to talk about it. Maybe it was because of a boyfriend. Maybe it was family issues. Who knows?

She noticed his silence. It must be freaking him out right now, her showing up out of nowhere. She just...she couldn't call him. It would be completely random. After all, it wasn't like she needed to explain herself. She was here with Paris to be a bridesmaid in Louise's wedding.

Rory had known that he was here. She also knew that he and Paris still kept in touch. She'd seen an e-mail addressed to him on Paris's computer one day. She had chuckled in amusement remembering the e-mail address. looked at her, quizically. "Whats so funny?" he asked.

"Your screenname," she said.

He chuckled too. "Ah, so you knew Paris and I were keeping in touch?" he said.

"Yes," she replied, and added, "so why did you use the nickname I gave you as a screenname?"

"First thing that came to mind," he said, and silently thought, Like you always are.

"I'm flattered," she said, and jokingly, "you haven't been pining for me, have you?"

Yes, he wanted to say, but didn't. "No," he said, "it was high school. I was young, and incredibly stupid. I didn't understand that no meant no."

"That's for sure," she said, "I must admit, our bantering sessions were fun."

"Really Mary?" he said, surprised.

"Really."

"Well, you know, we could banter any time you want, for however long your staying," he said.

"Its a short time," she said, "I only have a week. I'm getting fitted for my dress."

Tristin's heart stopped. The girl was getting married? Just his luck. The one woman he ever loved, and she came by to visit him, while she was on her way to get fitted for her wedding dress.

"Whose the lucky guy?" he asked.

Rory raised an eyebrow. Lucky guy? What was he talking about? She thought it over and then laughed. Tristin thought she was getting fitted for her wedding dress.

Tristin looked oddly at her. "What?" he said. "What's so funny?"

"Tristin, where did your brains go after high school? I'm not getting fitted for my wedding dress. I'm getting fitted for a bridesmaid dress," she said.

Tristin then remembered the invitation sitting on his desk that Louise had given him a while back. She was marrying Bowman, fellow Chiltonite and one of the reasons he'd gotten kicked out of there. God, he was an idiot. He'd known Louise was friends with Rory too. After all, hadn't she mentioned Spring Break with her a freshman year?

"Oh god," he said, "I feel stupid. I should have realized...I even have the invitation for Louise's wedding on my desk back in my dorm. Damn, I'm an idiot."

Rory laughed. Tristin had thought she was getting married. She still found the situation entirely amusing. "And I thought you said you weren't pining for me," she said.

"Mary, I'd hit you right now, but a gentlemen never hits a lady," he said.

Rory snickered. "Gentleman my ass," she said, "you weren't very gentlemanly when you decided that you wanted to kick the crap out of my date at that Chilton formal."

"Yeah, well, Bagboy was a moron," he said, "and he said that I looked like an accountant."

Rory raised an eyebrow. "And did Dean predict your fate?"

"Hell no," Tristin said, "I'm studying journalism."

Rory was surprised. "Really?" she said. "That's not something I expected you to do. So how do your parents feel about that?"

"They don't know about it," Tristin answered.

Rory quirked a brow. "Why not?" she asked.

"Daddy dearest hates journalists," he said simply, "he'd be pissed if he found out."

"Dugrey, when are you going to get a back bone? You are never going to be able to fully live if you are always living in fear of what your parents will think," she said.

"Not all of us are blessed with the Gilmore fearlessness, Ror," he said.

She laughed. "I never said I was fearless," she said.

"No," he said, "but I did. And that's got to count for something."

Just then there was the sound of a beeper coming from Rory. She took it off her belt loop, saw the number, and groaned. "God, is she planning a wedding or is she planning to siege britian?" Rory asked, more to herself then anyone.

"Louise, huh?" he said, smirking.

"Yep," she said.

"Go on," he said, "I wouldn't want you to keep the frazzled bride waiting."

"Frazzled? She went straight past frazzeled to the white room with the straight jacket," said Rory.

Tristin laughed. He'd always loved her sense of humor. Even though her 'humourus' remarks had mostly always been directed towards him.

"Alright then," he said, and added, just because he had to, "hey Rory, what do you say we meet back at the coffee cart same time tomorrow?"

She smiled. All the emotions he had felt back in highschool around her down to the tingly feeling and the butterflies were inside of him again. Damn it. Why was it he could never get over her?

"Sure," she said, "I'd like that." With that, she gave him a hug, turned, and left.

Lorelai Leigh Gilmore.

"God, Mary," he muttered silently under his breath, "my Mary."

Lorelai Leigh Dugrey.

Huh. It had a nice ring to it.

Like a drug, he was addicted. Addicted to the woman he thought he'd never see again. Addicted to the ghost from his past that he just wanted to get away from. But he simply couldn't.

A/N: So there was Chapter two. What do you think? I know, its mostly from Tristin's point of view so far. I swear, Chapter three WILL be a Rory centered part. Maybe Rory at the dress fitting? Also, I'd like to thank the following reviewers:

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