Set the summer following the Season Finale. Don't worry I'll catch you up in this chapter and we will get to it next chapter
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Every girl wanted to be Barbie and Lorelai Gilmore was one of them. Rory Gilmore on the other hand had bigger fish to fry. Beauty only got you so far in life-maybe some extra whipped cream at Starbucks or the occasional door opening. Plus with her good genes, the beauty part was pretty much inevitable. Whether she liked it or not Rory Gilmore had some Barbie in her. But the Ken part was tough. Tristan could be Ken, well maybe not. At least not when he was this sweaty…
"Tristan, get out of my bed! You're disgusting," Rory managed to get out before she pulled the sheet over her head to get away from the man-smell and the morning sun that was seeping in the room. The time after his morning run was the only time Tristan didn't smell like he belonged in a magazine.
"Your bed" Tristan asked with a raised eye pulling the covers back once again. "Plus I don't remember you complaining about the sweat last night. Come to think of it I'd say you were pretty sweaty yourself.
"Your bed, your parent's bed, our bed, my bed, it's all the same. And on second thought, don't get out. I have to get to work," Rory stated as she grabbed some stray clothes and headed to the bathroom.
Tristan got up with good intentions to join her. Then he heard the click of the lock on the bathroom door signifying her decision to forgo a day in bed with him. So Tristan headed for a guest bathroom instead.
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Richard Gilmore's office was not a bad place to work. The floor was nice, the coffee was decent, the people were tolerable, and the police officer with the walkie-talkie made the whole working experience feel reasonably authentic. Maybe it wasn't exactly foreign correspondent caliber exciting but for the time it wasn't bad. At least Rory hoped wouldn't last for more than a while.
"Wow, lunch at Lorenzo's. Sounds just riveting. It's good to see you dropped out of Yale for the chance to sit at a desk and make lunch plans. I know I'm proud."
Rory would know the sarcastic tone anywhere. Without looking up from the yellow legal pad the speaker was referring to she replied, "Mom."
"Rory," Lorelai deadpanned matching her daughter's lack of enthusiasm. "I heard you moved in with some friends. I'm not talking with the grandparents and I didn't know your address, and I needed to drop off the wedding invitation."
"Oh, I didn't think that you were actually going to get married," Rory replied and threw in a, "So soon."
"Of course I'm really getting married. Just because you shut me out doesn't mean that I have to stop my life. Just because your throwing your life away doesn't mean that I have to- "
"Lorelai," Richard called out with more volume than usual as he walked over to Rory's desk. After a deep breath he managed to put on a good face. "It's good to see you. Afraid we have to get going. Rory and I have lunch reservations."
"Yeah, at Lorenzo's I heard. Just don't fill up too much Rory. I know how filling the pasta is from the lunch menu. I'm sure Logan will have a hardy, expensive meal ready. Maybe even something French," Lorelai shouted after her father and rapidly slipping daughter walking away from her.
"I'm not living with Logan, "Rory meekly told Lorelai as her grandfather put an arm around her shoulder and they walked out the door.
Lorelai sighed, readjusted her blouse, and wondered how much it cost to hire a hit man take out Mitch Huntzberger, Logan, and the secretary who kept looking up and shaking her head.
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Tristan loved afternoons during the summer. Jim Rome to catch him up on sports until the late afternoon then a quick swim and followed by hours of tanning by the pool watching the bikini's go by at the pool of his posh condo paid for by his parents. Rarely was his afternoon ruined but today seemed to be the exception as he looked up to see a male knocking on his door.
Tristan briefly considered ignoring it but when his unwelcome guest preceded to peek in the window between the knocks that were being administered with growing force. "Who does that," Tristan thought to himself as he pulled himself from the arms of the delightful blonde and headed up the stairs.
"Logan, I thought Rory had finally come to her senses and left you," Tristan said as he unlocked the door and moved the leather ottoman out of his path. He could have just walked around it but he couldn't resist making sure Logan knew that Rory was rooming with a graduate of military school who had the body of a God.
"Family vacation at St. Croix. I'll have to take Rory next time, it's a pretty sexy island," Logan retorted as he made himself comfortable.
"That's a great idea your Dad could fuck up her life even more. She's at least working now. But, I'm sure your dad could manage to talk her out of that and into pursuing that lucrative waitress career. I've heard that life is comparable to that of a Yale student."
"Tristan, Tristan Tristan. We've worked that out; she knows that my dad is a dick. She's just taking some time. I know my girlfriend and she'll get back on track," Logan retorted.
"So why are you here again? I know you have a thing for my place but it's nothing an interior designer couldn't mimic," Tristan said as Rory walked in the door.
"Logan you're early. I missed you," Rory said kissing Logan on the cheek and wrapping her arms around him. "I still have to get pretty. I smell like work right now."
"You smell gorgeous Ace," Logan said pulling out the gift he had thoughtfully picked out for Rory.
Unable to take the love fest Tristan headed to the fridge to pull out a beer. When had Rory become this loose? Tristan silently chastised himself for even thinking something that seemed practically sacrilegious. She was going through some kind of phase and frankly it baffled Tristan. Rory had managed to drop out of school and sever her relationship with her mom. Sure she was sleeping with Tristan but it could just be some subconscious repayment for the understanding and use of his condo. And he was sure Logan didn't know the extent of their relationship. Silently Tristan made a vow to help get Rory's life back in order and if he got the girl in the meantime, well he couldn't be punished for his good looks.
"Trist, Tristan, Bibleboy," Rory called out.
Tristan looked up from his thoughts.
"I need to know if you have a date with Bunny or Sparkle tonight. If so I need a key," Rory reminded Tristan.
"We'll have a pretty late night," Logan added.
Putting on a smile Tristan headed toward his room. Cursing Logan all the way.
