Las Vegas

By the time we arrived in Las Vegas Tristan too had gotten used to live in hostels and cheap hotels. However the one we checked into this time was fancier than our previous accommodations mainly because the hotels in Vegas are a lot cheaper than in other places.

"Wow this is great"

"And to think two months ago you would have frown upon this one too"

"True, see what a good influence you have on me Gilmore."

"Hmm I don't know about that"

Tristan questionably raises his eye-brows, so I quickly continue.

"What I mean is that I'm the one that have lived out this summer."

"When you put it that way, yeah, you become a regular badass."

"Tristan that's not what I mean."

"Sorry, I just couldn't help myself."

"I know. It's really my fault since I keep on handing you them on a silver plate like everything else in your life."

"I'm wounded."

"Oh please", I roll my eyes at him.

"On a more serious note though, I have to agree with you. You have done a totally 180 this summer and I don't know if you will fit in New Haven wearing that", Tristan says referring to my outfit, which consists of a pair of black stone washed, ripped jeans and a black backless tang top." Not that I'm complaining. I like the new you, especially the devil."

"And to think that you tried to stop me from doing it."

"I'm the first one to admit I was wrong."

"Yessss. VICTORY!"

I roll on top of him and pin his arms down while kissing his neck.

"Ah me like"

"I beat."

"So you think your mom will recognize you with the newly added metal and lack of hair and clothes?"

"Talk about a mood killer."

"Sorry"

"It's ok. To tell you the truth I don't know how I will be met because let's face it I didn't leave my mom on the best of terms and to top it off all contact I have had with her during the summer is a couple of postcards saying I'm alive and ok. I dunno just the thought of it all make me sad because as long as I can remember she has been my best friend, well at least until I hit my teens and realized I didn't want to be a copy of her but I still want to be her friend. However, in order for that to work she has to see me, the real Rory and I'm not sure she is ready for that or ever will be"

Throughout my little speech Tristan is shaking his head.

"What?", I finally ask him irritated.

"It's just that I never heard someone say they want to have their mom as their friend. Personally I don't know my mother and have no desire to change that either. My parents are typical Hartford elite that just got me for show; ya know because it was what everyone expected. I was raised by nannies and I doubt my parents even miss me."

"Wow, how did we get from foreplay to this?"

"Don't ask me, I've an idea though how to make it go away."

"I'm all ears."

"Let's go clubbing and enjoy our last carefree night together. Since our vacation is over tomorrow we will have enough time obsessing about it then, so what do you say?"

"Lead the way."

I remember the first couple of clubs and drinks but as the night progressed everything got kind of blurry, I think at some point there were striptease involved but I'm not sure. As you all notice the night is basically a blank for me. Somehow though, don't ask me how we made it back to our hotel room because that's where I woke up the next morning by the harsh sunlight.

As my surroundings slowly start to clear so does my hangover and when I make the big mistake of moving my nausea hits me full force. Realizing I'm about to vomit I try to get up to go to the bathroom, but discover that my legs are tangled in the sheets. I quickly untangle myself and bolt to the bathroom barely making it before I get the pleasure of seeing last night's dinner in reverse.

Five minutes toilet hugging later I stumble back to the bedroom only to be run past by Tristan on his way to said bathroom. Suspecting why he is in a hurry and being too hangover to care I throw myself on the bed pulling the cover over my head trying to block out the noise. Not long after Tristan follows suit but the moving his return causes make my nausea start all over again and my second trip to the bathroom that morning is a fact. This time I decide to place myself on the bathroom floor until my stomach calms down a little. In a vain attempt to help this on its way I put my left hand on my bare stomach but upon feeling some cold metal I look down at my hand seeing something that causes me to jump of the floor running out to Tristan.

"TRISTAN", I scream.

"Rory, please headache here", is all he gets out.

"WHY DO I HAVE A RING ON MY LEFT RING FINGER?

"WHAT!"

I have to laugh seeing the same transformation on him that I just went through in the bathroom. Fast as lightning he takes a look at his own ring finger and sure enough it isn't bare anymore. Realization slowly starts to hit the both of us.

"We didn't, did we?", he asks unsure.

"I don't know. I don't fucking remember!", I'm screaming laying my head in my hands but then my logical side takes over." Wait a minute...if we did it, there has to be some sort of paperwork somewhere."

"Right, so what are we waiting for?"

We immediately start to look through our clothes from the night before. I can see Tristan finding some crumple receipts in his pants but I don't pay much attention to it and just continue searching the room.

" Rory"

" Mmm", I answer distracted.

"I've found something."

"Oh, do I want to know?"

"You tell me Mrs Dugrey."

"No, no, no, no, no….", I walk over and snap the receipt from a paralyzed Tristan.

Upon reading what it says I realized I'm in fact a married woman and I sink down next to him trying to recover from the shock of it all.

"This is not happening. This is not how I planned my wedding hell I don't even remember getting married. Aren't we too young to get a legal marriage? Of course not because this is Vegas. Man I can't be married, I'm a freshman at college hell I'm not even that. I just can't, I'm not ready to be a rich man's trophy wife, going to functions, giving my life up", I ramble.

"Rory, breathe"

"Right"

"We got to be able to get this thing annulled. Somehow we will figure it out"

"I don't have time today. I'm going home, remember?"

"Yeah. I'll check it up then and give you a call at Yale when things have settled down. Ok?"

I nod in response and Tristan kisses away some tears that have escaped my eyes without me noticing.

"Ok", I try to recompose myself. "What time is it?"

"1pm"

"OMG, my bus leaves in like 30 minutes."

I get my things together while Tristan gets dressed and within ten minutes we are on our way to the Greyhound station. We arrive maybe 15 minutes before the bus leaves and I have just enough time to get my tickets before I have to board it. Since time is running out on us our good bye gets a bit rushed with just some kisses and before I know it I'm on the bus on my way back to reality.

TBC