Author's Note: Umm, I don't know, I'm going to try to make it funny somehow here, but I can't really like do the whole drama thing and make it funny. I'm just not that talented, and I seriously praise everyone who can. LoL. Alright, that's about it for me. Ooh, one more thing: updates might not be that great cause I've started winter guard practices and all that stuff, but yeah, I'm kind of busy now. Damn life for making me busy.
Disclaimer: Why do people use these things cause we all know by now that ASP isn't writing on here.
The next morning Rory woke up to the smell of coffee. It wasn't an unusual occurrence in the Gilmore household. She looked out of her room and saw Lorelai sitting at the kitchen table with her laptop. She saw Rory and greeted her. "Good morning, my child." She looked at the clock. "Or should I say afternoon?"
Rory glanced at the wall clock as well. "Two pm? Why didn't you wake me up?"
"I figured that you were tired from the party last night." She typed on the keyboard for a moment. "It's a shame that we couldn't use my plan. It was a great one, too. Especially the part where we have those microphones like they did in Charlie's Angels, so we could talk to each other and look for the window of opportunity." Lorelai went on.
Rory just poured herself a cup of java and nodded her head. When her mom wasn't looking, she turned the computer and we to check her mail. When she logged onto her Yahoo account, she noticed an email from Tristan. When Rory clicked on it, she saw a note from her fiancé.
Hey Ror. I don't even know where to start. First, I should ask how you're doing. I'm doing okay. I think. That's what I have to do. Think. So, that's why I am in Jersey City. I left Jake's around midnight. I've been driving for about two hours or so.
On thing I need you to know is I'm coming back, this isn't a replay of Jess. I promise you. Second, I know where I am headed now, and will be back in a week or less depending.
I know this must be frustrating, just reading this and seeing I've left without even a hint. I was just sitting at the Inn and talking to Jake and started to feel so suffocated. For a moment, I thought I was turning back into a socialite – nodding when I had to, and saying comments when it was necessary. I figured if I was turning back into a socialite, I was going back to my old ways, as you mentioned earlier.
I know you have a ton of questions, so you can call me in a day or so. Even if you don't, leave a voice message so I can hear you are alive and breathing? I want to hear your voice, it's only been two hours and I want to hear your laugh- it always made me smile. Or smirk. God, I am so whipped.
Hopefully, I will talk to you sometime soon. And I need you to know that I love you more than the day we got together (finally after a million years), the day we said I love you, the day we got engaged. And I must admit, I was, and still am, a very happy man. Well, I better get going. I love you. Tristan.
Rory read the email with mixed emotions. She was shocked, surprised, but not that surprised. She was frustrated. Tristan had been acting a little different lately, but not so much that she should be concerned. She was frustrated because she knew that she had helped cause him to feel as if he had to leave.
"Oh gosh," she whispered quietly, as the tears fell down her cheeks. All Lorelai could do was comfort her crying daughter and hope that Tristan came back soon.
Rory sobbed for a great while. It seemed forever for her, but it was really only half the day. Rory and her mother just ended up having a movie/family day. They were talking about things they hadn't talked about in the longest time – since Rory was still at Chilton.
Lorelai asked her daughter is she was mad at Tristan. Mad at him for just taking off, it just wasn't like him to do that. When Rory just shook her head, she prompted an explanation. "Well, we all have out breaking points. And we all deal with them differently." She thought for a moment. "You know how I deal? I drink tons of coffee, and almost always end up in Stars Hollow having a movie night with you." She smiled.
"Like my point was breaking away from my parents?"
"In a way, yes." Rory continued. "He just, has a different kind of coffee he drinks, and he doesn't go home. He takes a little road trip."
"Speaking of the heavenly liquid, want to go get some?" Lorelai asked, hopefully.
"Have I ever said no?" Rory countered.
Her mom responded, "Well, no."
The younger nodded. "Exactly."
"So with the wedding mostly dealt with, what about the honeymoon?" Lorelai wiggled her eyebrows up and down.
The blush that crept onto Rory's cheeks was predictable - bright read. "MOM!" She hit her mom's left arm."
"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow." The hurt one exaggerated her injury. "That left a gash in my arm, with that rock you carry on your finger. It could pass for half a brass knuckle."
"I thought you didn't like blood." Rory smirked. Yet another habit she had picked up from that unbelievably hot blonde she had for a future husband.
Lorelai appeared to think for a moment, as they entered the diner. "No, I don't." She added an afterthought. "Once, when I was little, a maid was picking up a vase that mom dropped, and she cut her hand open, and I was horrified, I couldn't look at her hand—"
Rory stopped her mother from going on a babbling rampage. "Mom. Why did you add 'gaping'?" They sat down at the counter. "It implies blood, and according to you, you don't like the red stuff."
"No, it doesn't," was the argument.
"It so does,"
"I so does not,"
"Does too,"
"Does not,"
"Does too,"
"Does not,"
Another voice came into the mini battle they had going on for a second. "It does and does not. It all depends on the context it is used in, in a sentence. The literary use counts."
"Why thank you, Professor Jess. I'm glad you actually managed to make it to a class or two in college." Lorelai had a joking tone to her voice. She didn't exactly love the man, but she didn't despise him.
Jess laughed. "I know, I surprised myself." He said, holding a coffee pot up in his left hand.
Rory lifted her oversized mug, and smirked again. "Cheers!"
Lorelai smiled and then held her cup up. And then it shot straight out towards Jess. "I would cheer you, but I need something to drink after I cheer up." She snuck a look towards the coffee pot that wasn't all too obvious.
The next couple of days were rough for all of the people involved in the wedding party. Rory was having a hare time, because she was trying to gather the courage to call Tristan's cell phone. Usually, when she picked up the phone, her fingers would automatically start to dial those seven familiar numbers. But, she just couldn't do it.
Tristan was in North Carolina. But now that he was there, he didn't know what to do. He knew it all started here, he just didn't know what to do about it. As he was thinking, he walked into a small restaurant to get some breakfast, that early morning.
When he walked in, he saw a sight he did not expect to see. "Kylie?" He asked, swaggering up to the counter. He thought he saw the waitress from the small diner that Rory and him always used to frequent when they were at Yale.
"That's my name." She looked up. "Holy wow, what are you doing here?"
"Umm, road trip?" He said, more as a question than as a statement. "I'm actually here for the service. I'm telling you, that diner is just not the same." Tristan grinned his famous grin.
Kylie put a hand on her hip. "Riiight, now the real reason, please."
By the time Tristan and Rory had left Yale, they had considered Kylie a friend of theirs. Rory especially, sine Kylie tended to give her free coffee and refills on some days. After thinking about this fact, Tristan continued. "Well, we had the engagement party. And apparently I was hitting on girls or something like that, but Rory got all mad." He swallowed a sip of orange juice. "Then we just left it at that, and Jake and I, he's the best man, we were going to just hang out, and I just left. I drove, and drove."
"And you're here?"
"In the flesh."
"Great." Kylie rolled her eyes. After receiving a glare from the man across the counter from her, she said, "Alright, alright. What'll it be?" She got out her order pad, but didn't really need it, seeing as there were very few people in the place. It was almost as if she drove away customers, rather than serving them.
"The omelets okay?" And the two fell into a silence, both thinking about the relationship of the coffee lover and the juice lover. They stayed in silence up until the point that Tristan's food came out. After a few words were exchanged, it went back to silence, something that was soon shattered.
The cell phone ring was what broke the silence.