TITLE: Presenting... Mary
SUMMARY: A twist in the episode "Presenting Lorelai Gilmore." Who will be Rory's escort?
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Gilmore Girls or anything related to it. I am just an obsessive fan!
A/N: This is my first fanfic ever! I have been reading and enjoying them for a long time and never got the courage to write one myself! Please be kind and review. I accept constructive criticism! Thanks for giving me a chance!
Also, italics mean a character's thoughts!
The kiss at the piano in season one DID happen!
Thanks to the reviewers! You guys are all so awesome and encouraging! All your reviews made me smile! You have patiently waited for Tristan, so here he is! Sorry to any Dean fans, but I HATE Dean!
Rory and Lorelai are sitting at the counter at Luke's, both eating their breakfasts silently. Luke takes note of their unusual quietness and asks "Geeze, who died?"
"No one. But that lame joke of yours is pretty dead Lukey." Lorelai said, smirking at his scowl.
"Fine, from now on I just won't ask." Luke left with the coffee pot without refilling their mugs.
"Great mom, now I'm missing out on coffee because of your stupid joke." Rory said, looking annoyed at Lorelai.
"Sorry babe, but you know he'll give in eventually. So, are you in this fantastic mood because of a certain boy?" Lorelai was trying to hide her smile, knowing her daughter liked this Tristan kid more than she let on.
"What boy?" Dean asked from behind them.
"Dean! What are you doing here?" Rory asked nervously, giving her mom a 'help me' look.
"I wanted to see you and I knew you'd be here" Dean said, giving her a peck on the cheek. Lorelai gave Rory a look of sympathy. She knew that Dean wouldn't take the Tristan news well. She had loved Dean in the beginning, but now his constant possessiveness over her daughter was starting to annoy her.
"Yup, I'm always here. Do you think we could go for a quick walk before my bus comes? There is something I need to tell you." Rory stood and led Dean outside before he could answer.
Rory and Dean had settled on a bench in the gazebo. He looked at Rory concerned, waiting for what she had to say.
"Dean, you're not going to like this, but I don't have a choice." Rory started tentatively.
"What? What's going on Rory?" Dean said alarmed.
"I have to be in a debutante ball and be escorted by-"
"Oh, is that what this is all about? Its okay, I'll do it. I mean I don't want to but-"
"No Dean. You see the thing is that my grandmother is making Tristan escort me." Rory quietly said, looking down at her lap.
"Tristan! That jackass from the dance? There is no way I'm letting you go with him!" Dean said, standing up angrily.
"I'm so sorry Dean, but I have to. It's not that big of a deal. He'll walk me, I'll curtsy, we'll eat cake and go home." Rory was watching Dean, who was pacing back and forth.
"I don't want you to do this. Doesn't that mean anything to you? I don't trust that guy. I don't know how you can after what he did at the dance."
"To be fair Dean, part of what happened at the dance was your fault." Rory said, immediately regretting it.
"Excuse me? What was my fault? I was defending you for god's sake!"
"You were acting a little bit possessive. You could have just walked away." Rory said, somewhat angrily. If you weren't so protective, the whole fight never would have happened.
"You know what? Go ahead and go with him! That will show you I'm not possessive." Dean slightly shouted, sitting down and putting his head in his hands.
"Okay, I will. I'm sorry I called you possessive, I just feel crowded sometimes, that's all." Rory sat next to Dean and tried to grab his hand.
"Yeah, well I have to go to school. I'll see you later." Dean said coolly. He brushed off her hand and practically stomped off. Rory watched his retreating back and then headed towards the bus stop.
Okay, one down, one to go. I have a feeling Tristan will be more excited about this then Dean is. Practically all of Chilton will probably know, including Paris. Oh man, this is going to be fun.
Rory got off her bus and headed straight for her locker. Her plan was to get to her first class early so she wouldn't have to see Tristan. Just as she was about to shut her locker, Rory felt warm breath on the back of her neck.
"So, you and me together at the ball huh, Mare? Tristan whispered huskily into her ear. Rory moved away from him quickly. His close presence was making her heart beat so quickly she was sure he could hear it.
"Unfortunately, yes. For some unknown reason my grandmother is under the impression that you're charming." Rory said, stepping back to glare into his blue eyes.
"Oh, I'm charming alright. Just wait until you see me in a tux. You won't be able to keep your hands off me." Tristan said, smirking back at her.
"Don't worry, I think I can restrain myself. Unless of course you don't mind being smacked."
"I always knew you like it rough Mary. It's always the quiet ones." Tristan smiled at Rory's blushing. God she's cute when she blushes. I've never seen a girl blush like her.
"In your dreams Bible Boy." Rory said, regaining her composure.
"Every night Mare, every night. Now, as for the ball, why isn't the bagboy escorting you?" Tell me they broke up. Please tell me they broke up.
"Because my grandmother insists upon me going with you. Trust me, I'd much rather go with Dean."
"Keep telling yourself that Mary. Remind me to thank your grandmother." Thank her for making my dreams come true, that is.
"Oh, don't worry. I will be 'thanking' her enough for torturing me like this." Said Rory, trying to sound as frustrated as possible.
"You wound me Mary." Tristan grabbed his chest in mock pain. "I'll just have to make sure you have an excellent time then, won't I?" This is my chance, I can't screw this up!
Rory was about to respond when the first bell rang. She quickly slammed her locker shut and headed to her Calculus class. Thank god! I have to get away from his intense stare. Whenever he is around me I can feel his eyes wander all over my body. Those smoldering blue eyes… Ehh, I have to stop thinking about him!
Tristan simply stared at her walking form, smiling a rare genuine smile. That girl is so amazing. I have to make sure this ball goes well. This could be my one shot to show her who I really am.
So, there you go! That Dean part was kinda hard to write. I hate Dean! Please keep reviewing, as I need all the encouragement I can get! Thanks for reading and I will continue to update quickly, because I have a lot of it written already.
