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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: Okay. Think about it people. Is my first name Amy? no. Is my last name Pallendino? No. Am I associated with Warner Bros.? No. Do you think I could write a song at all? No. The song I'll be belongs to Edwin Mcain. Friday night Dinner
Hey, Gilmore. Nice dinner huh? I'm under the impression that Emily is trying to fix us up. As was evident from her practically forcing us to go as eachothers dates to the wedding. So, what do you think? Should we go together? As friends, I mean. C'mon Gilmore, I provide fairly interesting conversation, and won't step on your feet when we dance. I'm actually very good at it as my Mother forced me to take waltz lessons with Paris as my partner for an entire summer when I was ten. Tell anyone about that and I will personally hire someone to kill you. Just kidding. Anyway, what do you say? Let me know.
Tristin
From: You WALTZ?
is nearly dying of laughter You WALTZ? continues laughing Okay, okay, I have regained controle of myself. I'm sorry, but you, along with Luke, are the two most unlikely people I could picture waltzing, and yet the both of you can. Tee hee. I'm going to ask the camera guy at the wedding to take pictures of that for blackmail. Sure, why not Dugrey? You are somewhat interesting at times. Let's make it a date.
Rory
From: Payback
Hey, get all the blackmail pictures you want. Besides, paybacks a bitch. lol. Wait till you see me in a tux Gilmore. Any thoughts of blackmail won't be crossing your mind then.
Tristin
From: Arrangements
I've mentioned your conceded right? lol. So, do I meet you at the church, or do you pick me up, or do I pick you up? Anyone one of them will do.
Rory
From: Arrangements
I'll meet you at the church. You are a bridesmaide after all, so you have to be there before me anyway. Unless, of course, you need someone to walk down the asile with you.
Tristin
From: Arrangements
We really need a new subject title. Anyway, YES, YES, YES I want you to be my partner down the asile. Louise is going to have her obnoxious cousin do it if I don't find someone. Pretty please, Tristin, with a cherry on top?
Rory
From: New subject for you
No problem Mary. Although I never thought I'd live to see the day when you begged for me to do something for you.
Tristin
From: New subject for you
Cocky as ever, aren't you Dugrey? Oh well. I'll see you in the last week of November at Louise's wedding and most definiatly before it.
Rory
It was the last week in November, and Louise's wedding was on Friday. While on one of her trips to Massacucetts, Rory had mentioned The Dragonfly Inn and Louise, Paris, and Madeline had all insisted on going to see it. Then, at last minute, Louise decided to move the wedding from the back yard of her parents house, to the inn.
Lorelai, although thrilled at the prospect at getting such a big event for the inn, was convinced that Rory had put this on her last minute in an attempt to get back at her for telling Grandma about Tristin, resulting in Rory and Tristin being forced to go to the wedding with each other. The rehersal dinner, the rehersal itself, and the reception, were also being held at the inn. Both Lorelai and Sookie were spending about 99 of their time working on the wedding, and the other one percent attempting to keep Michel from killing Louise and her Mother, along with Rory for telling them about the place forcing the wedding to be moved there at the last minute.
"Okay, the purple flowers are to be put in the baskets and to be the center pieces for the reception party, except for the baskets that have the same flowers as the ones Louise is carrying down the isle, which go on the table for the bridesmaides and their escorts, along with the bride and grooms table," Lorelai ordered to the flourist, and added, "now, they are sitting at the long table over there."
The flourist nodded and went to go get straight to work on putting the basket center pieces where they needed to be. Lorelai looked around in satisfaction at the inn. There was so much work going on for the wedding that it looked like a little bee colony.
Just then, Rory came out from the inn, and walked quickly over to her. "Mom, come quick, I think Michel is going to kill Louise's Mother. He's giving her that evil glare that he gave me that time that I asked him to look over my french paper."
"Agh, crap. What did she do this time?" Lorelai asked.
"She's trying to convince him to sing Lady Marmalade," Rory answered.
"I really dislike that woman," Lorelai said and the two of them went back to the inn to Michels desk where he was arguing with the woman who was the spitting image of the bride, Louise, only about several years older.
"For the last time, I will not sing that annoying pop song from Moulin Rouge, no matter how much you nag me," Michel was saying to the woman just as the two Gilmore women walked up.
"Oh thank heavens! Lauren, you're here," said the woman, "could you please get this impossible man to just do me this one favor? It's only one song, and I'm certain he has a wonderful voice, and I've always wanted to hear it with a french accent, and you are suppossed to provide excellent customer service."
Rory resisted the urge to snicker. "Lauren?" she whispered to her Mother.
"Shove it, woman, we're suppossed to 'provide excellent customer service' and if that means having to let someone call me Lauren, then I'll deal with it," Lorelai whispered back, and then she turned to Louise's Mother.
"Hi, I'll handle this," said Lorelai, and she walked over to Michel.
She gave him that infamous puppy dog look.
"Lorelai, I am not singing that song for that impossible woman," Michel declared.
"Pretty, pretty, please, Michel," she pleaded.
"That woman is impossible."
"I'll give you ten bucks."
"Fifteen."
"Thirteen."
"Twenty."
"Nineteen."
"Twent five," Michel said.
"Thirty five, and high on the accent, or else its no deal," Lorelai said.
"I despise you," Michel said and then started singing Lady Marmalade and Rory and Lorelai walked off, laughing in amusement at the situation.
Suddenly, there was a crash from the kitchen, and Rory and Lorelai exchanged looks, wondering just what on earth Sookie had done this time. Running inside, they found her sitting on the floor with a look of shock on her face.
"Brad Pitt just walked in the door!" she exclaimed.
"Okay, Sookie, I think you may have hit your head a little too hard this time," said Rory, "what happened?"
"I told you, Brad Pitt just walked in the door," she said, and pointed behind them.
Rory and Lorelai looked at each other and then to where Sookie was pointing and saw Tristin standing there in a tux. "Brad Pitt! I told you so," Sookie said triumphatly.
"Sorry about that," said Tristin, running a hand through his hair, "I just walked in and she fell."
"Can I get your autograph?" Sookie asked.
Lorelai and Rory both started laughing at that, and once they managed to get a hold of themselves, Rory explained the situation. "Sookie, that's not Brad Pitt," she said.
"I know, but its the closest I'll ever get," she said simply.
Rory rolled her eyes as did Lorelai and daughter and Mother helped the woman up. "Sookie, this is Tristin, Tristin this is Sookie," she introduced the two and they shook hands.
"Nice to meet you," Sookie said, and added, "you hurt Rory and I'll be forced to kick that cute butt of yours."
Tristin raised an eyebrow. "Uh, Tristin, lets go...somewhere...else," Rory said, eager to get him away from the crazy woman, who, although she loved dearly, really did need mental help.
Once they were gone, Lorelai and Sookie looked at each other. "So that's a Tristin?" Sookie asked.
"That's a Tristin," Lorelai said with a smirk on her face.
"I think I like him much better then a Dean," Sookie said.
"Me too," said Lorelai, "now, Sookie, I'm going to go see how everything else is running, and I beg of you, please, please, please don't kill yourself while I'm gone."
"I won't," Sookie said. Lorelai gave her a look that said she clearly didn't believe her and then went off to go see how things were running.
Meanwhile, Tristin and Rory were walking around The Dragonfly, talking. "So, thats Sookie," he said.
"Yep, thats Sookie," she said, "she's like my crazy aunt in a way."
"I think she's a little more then crazy," he joked, and Rory laughed.
Damn, he loved that laugh. Sighing, he said, "I feel out of place. Louise called me and wanted me to come over at last minute. I was at some thing my Dad was having, and you know how it works."
"Not really, but I'll take your word for it," Rory said.
Tristin looked at his surroundings. The inn was nice and it had a homey atmosphere, unlike so many of the places he had stayed in on trips with his parents. "This place is nice," he said.
"Thanks," said Rory, and added, "my Moms always wanted to have her own inn and she was so happy when she finally got to make her dream come true."
"Thanks cool," he said, "what about you Mary? You got a dream."
"Not really," said Rory, "I mean, I know what I want to do to earn a living, but its the living part I don't know what I'm going to do with."
"You'll find something," he said.
"Really?" she said, raising an eyebrow. "And how do you know that?"
"Because," said Tristin, "amazing people always do amazing things."
Rory smiled. "Thank you, Tristin," she said, "that was a little high on the schmultz factor, but thank you."
"Anytime," he said, and smirking, he added, "Mary."
Rory rolled her eyes. "I'm just going to pretend that you didn't call me that so as not to ruin the moment," she said.
Tristin's smirk just widdened and the two just kept on walking around The Dragonfly, Rory pointing out this and that to him, and he just watched her, nodding every now and then.
The rest of the week went by quickly, and soon it was Friday. Rory and Tristin stood in their positions behind Paris and Doyle. Paris's original escort, Duncan, had had to cancel at last minute. In front of them stood Madeline and the best man, Bowman's brother.
Tristin kept stealing glances at Rory out of the corner of his eye. On anyone else, the dress would have made them look like a hooker, but amazingly enough, on Rory, the dress was actually elegant. And with that dress, it was surprising that anyone could make it look elegant.
"Ready to play our part, Dugrey?" she asked, linking her arm with his.
He smiled. "Ready as I'll ever be," he answered.
The song "Only Hope", which Louise had chosen instead of the original wedding march, started, and as they walked down the asile, Tristin kept on looking at Rory out of the corner of his eye still. He couldn't help it. Rory Gilmore had always been beautiful, even when the two of them were teenagers, which hadn't been that long ago, but none the less, she was even more beautiful as a woman.
Rory kept on stealing glances at Tristin as well, not noticing that he was glancing at her too. He looked good in a tux. She remembered her Prince Charming obsession as a child and couldn't help thinking that Tristin would have made a good one. She pictured him in the outfit that the one in Sleeping Beauty wore, and she smiled, resisting the urge to stop laughing.
The two of them reached the front, and stood next to each other with Paris, Madeline, and their escorts. Then, Louise entered in her white wedding dress, and all the guests that were sitting in their chairs stood up, and Rory was surprised when she saw that Louise's Mother had tears in her eyes, which was not something she expected from that woman.
Louise really did look beautiful, and seemed to be as happy as ever.
She reached the front, and when she did, the guests sat back down again. Louise and Bowman looked at each other and Rory saw the looks in both their eyes and smiled. Who would have thought that Louise would have been the first of the chiltionites to marry? Even more surprising was that she was marrying Bowman.
"Our souls were one, if you must know and never shall they be apart; with splendid dawn, your face aglow, I reach for you and find my heart," the reverend read the poem that Louise had wanted read at the wedding.
"The simplest of words, from the sweetest of novels, The Notebook, by Nicholas Sparks," said the revrend, "we are here today to bring these two souls made for one another, the souls of Louise Anne March and Bowman Oliver Wood. Should anyone object to this union speak now or forever hold your peace."
No one spoke.
"Do you, Louise Anne March, take Bowman Oliver Wood as your lawfully wedded husband, to love, honor, and cherish, in sickness and health, till death do you part?"
"I do."
"And do you, Bowman Oliver wood, take Louise Anne March, as your lawfully wedded wife, to love, honor, and cherish, in sickness and health, till death do you part?"
"I do."
"Place the rings on each others fingers."
Bowman and Louise put the rings on each others fingers.
"I now pronounce you man and wife," said the reverend, "you may now kiss the bride."
The two kissed, earning hoots, hollers, and clapping. Tristin and Rory smiled at each other, laughing at the newly wedded couple that was now making out like there was no tomorrow. The guests then went to the reception area, which had been set up in a large tent not too far from where the wedding nuptials had taken place.
Tristin and Rory sat together at the long table, listening to the speech the best man was making, and then they listened to Madelines. The two watched the first dance, and Tristin's thoughts wondered.
Tristin knew that he loved Rory and always had. Something about this wedding seemed to make that love something more. There was a new feeling. He searched for the word to describe it. Passion, that was it.
While watching Bowman and Louise dance, he couldn't help but think about how much he wanted that. Not the dancing...but the marriage. And there was only one person he could picture having it with, and she was sitting right next to him.
The second song started, and couples started going on to the dance floor with the bride and groom. He looked over at Rory. "May I have this dance?" he asked, holding his hand out.
She smiled. "Of course," she said.
Arm in arm, they walked to the dance floor, and took their dance positions, Tristin's arms wrapped around her wast, hers wrapped around his neck.
The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful
Stop me and steal my breath
Emeralds from mountains thrust toward the sky
Never revealing their depth
Rory and Tristin looked into each others eyes-blue eyes met blue. Something was happening. There was a slight tingling sensation that seemed to be from both of them, and something about this moment just seemed to be completely right. There was only one word to describe how they felt. They felt like they were home.
Tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated
I'll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above
If you had told the high school version of himself that he would ever get to dance with Rory Gilmore, and have her not looking at him in disgust, he would have told the person that said that that they were crazy. Yet suddenly here he was, dancing with her, and having one of those moments where everyone else doesn't seem to exist, and he was merely zeroing in on her, like she was the only other person in the place.
I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be love suicide
I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life
It was amazing how comfortable she felt in Tristin's arms. While they danced, it wasn't as though they were two people, it was as though they were one...a perfect fit.
Rain falls angry on the tin roof
As we lie awake in my bed
You're my survival, you're my living proof
My love is alive not dead
Tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated I'll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows of heartache, that hang from above
Tristin felt the urge to kiss Rory just then. He knew he shouldn't. He knew it probably wouldn't end well. Of course, kisses with her never did end well, despite the fact that they'd only had one, and that was at Madeline's party by the piano which had resulted in her leaving the room in tears. This moment was too perfect and he didn't want to screw it up.
I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be love suicide
I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life
Tristin decided to take the chance, and he leaned in.
I've been dropped out, burned up, fought my way back from the
dead
Tuned in, turned on, Remembered the things that you said
Rory noticed Tristin leaning in as though he were going to kiss her and all she could think was, Holy shit. Suddenly the concept of breathing didn't seem to exist, either that or the dress she was wearing seemed to be getting tighter.
I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be love suicide
I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life
Then, just like that, the moment Tristin and Rory had been having was ruined, as the song ended, and the guests started clinking their forks against their wine classes, urging Louise and Bowman, the wedded couple, to kiss.
A/N: Again with the lyrics. Sorry about that but sometimes they help out, and besides, I love that song "I'll be". Damn. I wrote fourteen pages. That's amazing. This has to be my longest chapter yet. I told you there would be trory action. Admittedly, they were interrupted, but its only chapter seven. What do you expect? And on with the thankyous for those of you who reviewed chapter six.
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