Category: Gilmore girls

Title: The Kiss

Author: carleymarie

Pairing: Trory

Rating: PG to PG-13

Reviews: Always appreciated. Thanks to everyon who reviewed my last chapter. It means a lot to me!!

A/N: I've decided that each chapter will be a different situation that Tristin has screwed up with Rory that I want to . . . not screw up, lol. This chapter is a how I thought "Run Away, Little Boy" should have gone! Check my bottom A/N to see my idea. Read on!

Part Two: An Evening Performance

Dean showed up as predicted and leaned against the wall to watch the rehearsal. I was lying on a table seemingly dead, while Tristin stood behind me holding a vial of 'poison.' Paris was in front of us, while Madeline, Louise and Brad sat behind her watching.

"Here's to my love," Tristin said. He downed the contents of the vial and continued speaking: "O true hypothecary! Thy drugs are quick." He paused for a moment while leaning over me then stopped to ask for his line.

"'Thus with a kiss, I die.' Then I kiss her, right?" "Yes! You say 'thus with a kiss I die,' then you kiss her and die!" Paris said.

Tristin looked towards Dean and smirked.

"Why are you smiling?" Paris asked. "You think this is a joke? The performance is tomorrow!"

"Wait tomorrow!" Tristin said with mock surprise sarcasm. "Oh my God, I totally missed that the first forty-seven times you said it!"

"I warned you. I am not going to fail this because of you. I will replace you with Brad in a second."

"Oh dear God, no," Brad mumbled nervously.

"Can we just get through the scene?" I asked, still lying down.

"Please," seconded Madeline.

"Fine," Paris said. "But yell 'line' once more and you're out." She turned to Brad. "Start memorizing!" she barked.

Brad quickly picked up his script and starting reading.

We began, yet again. "O true hypothecary! Thy drugs are quick! Thus with a kiss, I die." Tristin leaned down to kiss me, then glancing at Dean, pulled back before completing the task.

"What?" Paris demanded.

"It's just, with this being out last kiss and all, it makes me think of our first kiss. You know, at the party," Tristin mused.

I sat up abruptly and blurted out, "What?"

"Lie down! You're dead!" Paris directed.

"We all are," Louise muttered.

Tristin turned to me. "You remember the kiss. . . in act one, at the Capulets' masked party?"

"What about it?" Paris asked impatiently.

"Well, I was just trying to think of something that would make this kiss as special as that one."

"Tristin-," I warned.

"I thought she could cry," Tristin said.

"What?!" I said, completely horrified.

"She's dead! You're dead! Lie down!" Paris ordered.

"But that's the beauty of it. No one would expect her to cry," Tristin explained.

"I would," Dean commented.

"You know, funny you should mention that," Tristin said to Dean.

I quickly stood up: "I need to take five."

"You know what? Let's all take five. That way, you can all cancel whatever plans you had tonight because we're going to stay here 'till we get it right!" Paris stormed out of Miss. Patty's.

Madeline followed. Louise pulled out her cell phone and started to dial, then she noticed Brad doing the same. "Who could you possibly be calling?" she asked as she walked by him and out the door also.

I walked over to Dean and Tristin moved off to the side, pretending to study his lines.

"He is unbelievable," Dean commented angrily.

"Dean, I really need you to leave," I said.

"What?"

"The play's tomorrow, and it's fifty percent of my grade. And with you standing there staring at Tristin, t's like a challenge or something."

"Well I don't like the way he's messing with you."

"I don't like it either but we have to get through the scene and we can't get through the scene with you standing there so. . . Dean, please?"

Dean sighed, frustrated: "Fine, call me later."

He leaned down to kiss me, glaring at Tristin behind me, then walked out the door.

"You know, I noticed that you didn't cry when you kissed him," Tristin said, walking around to stand in front of me: "I'm starting feel insecure."

I turned to him: "What is wrong with you?" I said furiously.

"Woah, I think I liked you better comatose."

"I thought you weren't going to say anything!"

"Did I say that?"

"You make it impossible for anyone to be nice to you. No wonder you had to join our group. Anyone who's actually suffered through the experience of going out with you would absolutely know better!"

"Gee, I really wish we could continue your analysis on how pathetic I am. Unfortunately, I have to meet some friends."

Tristin grabbed his jacket and walked out of Miss. Patty's.

He was already to his car door when I decided to make a spilt second decision to take off after him. I grabbed his arm forcing him to turn around to look at me.

"Tristin come on, you can't leave. I mean first of all fifty percent of our grade is counting on this. Secondly, Paris will have a fit. Thirdly, I mean I got Dean to leave which I thought would make you hap-" I was abruptly intterupted by Tristin's lips on mine. Him kissing me felt like a drug. I wrapped my arms arounf his neck and I felt him put his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him by the second. Maybe it was the lack of oxygen to my brain, or the undeinable chemistry between us that made me not want to stop him. We slowly stopped, and my hands left his neck slowly also. His hands sought out mine, and we intertwined them together. I looked into his eyes. They looked very cloudly and filled with. . . lust?

I tried to open my mouth to say something, but no words would come out.

"So. . .," he said hoarsly.

"So. . .," I replied back quietly.

"You know you're not crying, so I'm starting to feel more insecure."

"Well you know, I was. . . rehearsing."

"Well, do you think after we're done here, we can do a bit more 'rehearsing?' For our grade's sake?"

I grinned at him and continued you by saying: "Well you know, if it's for our grade I'm sure we could manage some 'study time.' Plus it seems like we need the practice."

"Rory Gilmore, bad girl in the making." He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "I like it."

"Or is it that you like me?"

"It could be that too."

I leaned in for a simple sweet kiss and once we stopped I said, "I like you too," then I let go of his hands and walked back into Miss. Patty's grinning like an idiot. A happy idiot.

A/N: I really couldn't think of a proper ending because I would've gone on forever. I guess each of these stories can be prologues to fics I'd like to start. I figure that the one's most people review are the ones that I'm going to make into longer, chaptered fics.

'Till later,

Carley-Marie :)