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.

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"I look like a slut in the dress," Rory told her Mother who she was talking to on the phone.

Lorelai chuckled. "Good ol' Louise," she said, "I always knew she would be a good influence on you."

"A good influence? Yeah, maybe if I want to be a stripper," said Rory sarcastically.

"Okay, okay, " said Lorelai, "so just describe the dress."

"I already described the dress," Rory said pointedly.

"Yes, I know, but I want to see that image of you in it again," said Lorelai.

Rory rolled her eyes. And this was the woman who claimed to be her Mother. "You're sick," said Rory.

"Yes, I know," said Lorelai, cackling evily, "but the image of you looking slutty is pretty damn funny."

"It looks like something Paris Hilton would wear," Rory said, and added, "its blue, with a low cut, a slit up the side, and spaghettie straps."

There was the sound of her mother putting down the phone. Rory sighed. "Five...four...three...two...one..." she counted down and then waited, and then she heard Lorelai's laughing faintly in the background.

The phone was picked up again and Rory could just imagine Lorelai's red face, wiping tears from her eyes because she had been laughing so hard. "Just take a deep breath, Mom," Rory ordered and Lorelai did as told.

When she had finally calmed down, she said, "I'm sorry, its just so funny."

"What's so funny about me in that dress?" Rory asked.

"Rory, hun, you're not a slut, and I'm proud of this, but the image of you in that dress...its just priceless. Need I mention that you wearing that is completely unexpected? I mean, your nickname in Chilton was Mary, was it not?" said Lorelai.

Rory sighed. "Yeah, I know," she said, "but its not like I have much say in the matter. After all, Louise is the bride, not me."

"Do you want to be a bride?" questioned Lorelai. "Are you getting wedding fever?"

Rory thought about it for a moment and for some reason her thoughts drifted to Tristin. It had been nice to see him again. Funny, she'd just decided to go for a walk on the campus after putting her stuff in Madeline and Louise's dorm, and then he was the first person she had ran into.

It was like going back in time, seeing him again. Memories that she had not thought of in ages had flooded back to her mind, and amazingly enough, no hatred had come with them, as they might have, had she been her teenage self.

Military school had done Tristin good. He was more built then the last time she had saw him, and that mischievious twinkle in his eyes that had always been there seemed to be just a bit brighter. He was more mature, and only a few remaints of the Tristin that she knew in high school remained.

Funny-her Mother had asked her if she had caught wedding fever and she was thinking about Tristin Dugrey, who had been at one point, the bane of her existence. If only her teenage self could see her now.

"Rory," Lorelai's voice snapped her out of her thoughts and brought her back to earth, "earth to Rory. I asked you a question."

"Sorry," she apologized, "I just zoned out."

"So?" said Lorelai, and she repeated her question again, "Have you caught wedding fever?"

"No Mom, I have not caught wedding fever," Rory said, "and while Louise may want to get married right now, I don't. I've got too much to live for."

Lorelai chuckled. "Okay, Melanie," she said.

"Melanie?" Rory asked, confused. "What the heck are you talking about?"

"Dear, dear, girl, pay attention to your movies," she said, "you just quoted Sweet Home Alahbama. When little Melanie and little Jake were out in the storm and he asked her to marry him and she said she had too much to live for."

"Oh god," said Rory, "I do not want to end up like Melanie."

"Hey, it ended up pretty good in the end," said Lorelai.

"In the end," Rory said.

"Point taken," said Lorelai.

Tristin's face entered Rory's mind again. God, why did she keep on thinking about him? She had only seen him once. Only once after a long time, she thought silently.

"Hey, munchkin, daughter of mine, you keep on zoning out on me and you never do that because I know you love to listen to my voice," said Lorelai, who added, "what's up?"

Rory sighed. She didn't really want to talk about Tristin. If she did, Lorelai would most definiatly have something to say about it. Because Lorelai always had something to say about whatever it was that was going on in her life.

She hesitated, then deciding that telling the truth was better then giving her bull shit, she said, "I saw Tristin today."

"Oh. my. god," Lorelai said, clearly as shocked as she had been, and she had been the one to actually SEE him, "are you serious? You saw bible boy?"

"Yes," Rory answered, and explained, "I had just put my stuff in Louise's dorm when I went for a walk around the campus because I wanted to see it, and then I saw him, just sitting there, on the bench in the middle of the court yard."

"Wow," said Lorelai, still shocked, "so was he still as big as a jerk to you as he was in high school?"

Rory smiled. "Surprisingly no," she said, "he was actually nice. He bought me coffee."

"I think I have a son in law," Lorelai joked, "any man that buys you coffee is sure to work the way into your heart, Rory Gilmore."

Rory chuckled. "Mom," she said, "please. Like that's every going to happen."

"I bet you ten bucks it does," said Lorelai.

"Riiiiiight," said Rory, sarcasm in her voice.

"So, was it weird seeing him again?"

"Twilight Zone weird."

"How'd he look?"

"Good."

"Now...about the ass..."

"Mom, don't even go there or I am stopping this conversation," Rory threatened.

"Okay, okay," Lorelai said, and then added, "one more thing."

Rory sighed. "What?"

"Does he have long fingers?" Lorelai asked.

"Mom, if you don't stop asking perveted questions, I'm going to take away your Dawsons Creek dvds."

"Nooooooo! I need my Pacey!"

"Mom," Rory said, her tone warning.

"Okay, okay, fine. No more perverted questions."

Rory sighed. "I'll talk to you later," said Rory.

"I want pictures of you in the Paris Hilton dress!" Her Mom demanded, and it was then that Rory simply hung up the phone.

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