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Chapter Four

To My Romeo

Tristan

I use to think that I was the biggest coffee drinker in the world. That is until the day I took Rory Gilmore for some coffee. And apparently even she isn't the biggest coffee drinker in the world. No, that would be her mother. How very shocking. And all of this time I prided me on my own drinking abilities. We are now in the middle of an awkward silence. We already told each other how we ended up at Yale, talked about Paris the person, Paris the city, and string cheese, and we have now run out of subjects to talk about and I am only on my second cup of coffee. I hate awkward silences, I always feel all of this pressure to find something to talk about.

"Your eyes are really blue," I heard myself blurting out. Your eyes are really blue? What the hell am I saying. Okay stupid stupid stupid. You haven't talked to this girl in forever and all you can talk about is her eyes being blue.

"Um . . Thanks I guess," Rory replied, "Yours are too,"

"Er, thanks," Okay that was really lame Tristan. Come on, you use to be the King of high school. Why can't you think of anything to say.

"So are you still seeing bag bo. . . I mean Dean?"

"No, are you?" She asked smiling.

"Seeing anyone or seeing Dean?"

"Seeing anyone?"

"Not anymore."

"Well that's good."

Good! Why is that good? Why does she think it's good? Does she think I'm good. Does she like more? Maybe. Oh, come on. This is Rory Gilmore. Your Mary. But she's not my Mary. She was never my Mary."

"Why," I said in reply flashing one of my million dollar smiles at her, "Do you want to take advantage of that fact?"

"Whatever Tristan."

"Rory, there you are . I have been searching far and wide for your sweet face. Our dearest Logan has woken up and is calling out your name desperately, but not to worry. I told him that he was unconscious for to long and you decided to run away with me, right after you say good-bye to him one last time!" said Finn bursting in to the coffee shop startling a couple of old ladies who were trying to get out some change to play for their tea.

"Thank you Finn, I didn't want to have to tell him all by myself." Rory joked back.

This is defiantly not the same Mary who played Juliette to my Romeo.

Logan

If I had known that getting punched in the face by my bartender was going to get me so many numbers from blushing nurses I would have done it sooner. Of course I probably won't call any of them, except maybe that pretty red head, because right now I think it's finally time to stop playing game, well maybe not stop entirely, and finally get my little ace reporter to go out with me. Speaking of ace where is she, Finn rushed off to find her a while a go.

"Logan are you alright?"

Ah, here she is now.

"Mind taking a poor bloke home?"

"Not at all," she replied, " To bad you are a rich bloke,"