Category: Gilmore girls
Title: A Kiss
Author: carleymarie
Rating: P.G.-13
Pairing: Trory
Disclaimer: None of this is mine, but we all knew that didn't we?
Spoilers: Season one
Setting: Chilton hallway with Rory's first confrontation with Tristin.
Author's Note: Here I am again with another little, "If Tristin wasn't a moron" bit. I realize I'm hopping back and forth with seasons and episodes, but I'm writing them as I think of them. This is what I think should've happened in "The Lorelais' First Day at Chilton" episode. Enjoy!
Reviews: Always appreciated.
Thanks to Part I reviewers: rosie4299 (thanks!), charmedspygirl, urnewbestbuddy, Profession Scatterbrain (I hope I can continue it sometime too), amanda, abc, carolinagirl2487, Magic Soul (yepp, I think they seem to be working out as stand alone's too. Good suggestion also), jessie, Jet1945 (gosh, you are just soo sweet! Thank you), and kirsten.
Thanks to part II reviewers: sooty7sweep, OTHlover04, kiki, four51 and i am me.
Thanks to those who reviewed both parts: Crimson Snow-kasha1, GGfanatic, megliz716, Bookworms, and smile1 (Yes I do understand what you mean. I am going to keep trying 'till I am as good as I can be! )
To everyone who mentioned it . . . yepp I'm just gonna make sure Tristin doesn't screw up with Rory to make us all happy.
Part III - Studying 1/2
After my confrontation with Paris I continued walking down the hall when I heard some guy yelling "Hey Mary" over and over again. I thought he was calling his girlfriend or something when he came up beside me.
"Hey Mary," this guy repeated to me again.
"Me?" I asked, sounding extremely stupid. Then again, my name isn't Mary. So I shouldn't have felt stupid. He should've.
He grinned before replying, "Yeah, you."
I couldn't help but look at hime for a few moments. I had to admit that he was not a sight for sore eyes. About six feet tall I figure, chisled features, blond hair, and blue eyes.
"My name is Rory," was all I could manage to say. Maybe talking to guys just insn't my thing. Or maybe talking to a totally hott guy isn't my thing. Why was he talking to me anyways?
"I'm Tristin," he said back very nonchalantly. Obviously this wasn't a big deal for him.
Yet for some reason, it was a big deal for me.
"Hi," was all I repeated again. Could I not think of anything better to say to him?
"So, you're new?" he asked, trying to create small talk with me.
"Yeah, first day," I said. Small talk is fine with me, great actually.
"Well, Remmy's class is rough," he said trying to sympathize with me.
"Yeah, it seemed very intense," I replied.
"You know, I could loan you my notes if that would help," he said to me.
"Really? That'd be great," I said back. I felt totally jazzed. Not about the notes, but about making a new friend, or maybe something more. . .
Yet at that moment I seemed to finally notice that he had slowly been backing me into a row of lockers. Tristin was leaning in towards me before replying with, "Yeah? How great?" he asked.
I had never had a boy in that close of a proximity as he was. My voice became weaker but I managed to say, "I don't know. Mr. Remmy said that getting someone's notes would be. . ."
I was cut off with him talking again. . . closer to me. . . "I could even help you study if you want."
Think fast Rory, was what I was thinking: "Um. . . well. . .," Gosh Rory, just say yes. "Sure, that'd be great," I said back, trying to sound as cool as possible.
He brushed a strand of hair out of my face before saying, "I think we'll have a great time together."
I must've given him a weird look because he opened his mouth to say something else.
"Studying," he added.
"Yeah, we will." I smiled and began to walk away.
"Mary, we didn't figure out when we were gonna meet," he said.
'Great move Gilmore,' I thought to myself. I had been grinning like an idiot when he called me back.
"Right, I guess that would be a good idea. And it's Rory, not Mary," I added.
"So, I'll meet you at your locker at the end of the day, and we can take my car and go over to my house," he said.
Going over to a boy's house. A boy I don't know much about except his name, his hottness, level, and his lack of memory when it came to names. Yet for some reason I was drawn to him: "Sure, after school," I said.
I then began to walk away with tons of thoughts going through my head like, 'great another problem with a boy and my mother,' 'Dean, which one am I going to choose,' and, 'does this guy even like me??'
So many thoughts, so little time.
End Part 1/2
Author's Note: So that's part one. Part two would obviously be something that didn't happen, so I'm not sure if I should write their actual "study time." Tell me if I should, and I'll go by that.