It was a few weeks later and nothing bad had happened to Rory and Tristan, so she didn't worry about what he'd said before.

Tristan smirked when he saw Rory at her locker. He leaned in behind her, whispering in her ear, "Mary, you streaked your hair purple."

She jumped slightly in surprise, but smiled upon seeing him, "Yup. See how the blue has almost completely faded?" she held the tips of her hair up for him to see.

His nodded, looking at her hair. "Well, purple suits you, but will the Whitland staff approve of purple hair?"

"Did they approve of blue? Or green?" she asked, running her hand through his hair, which he'd dyed again two weeks ago, after it faded.

"Well no, but see, the administration loves me."

"Oh yes, so much that they CONSTANTLY ask you to stay after with them."

"Yes."

She rolled her eyes, "That's not love. That's called detention."

"That's called tough love."

She laughed, "Right. That's what you think."

He backed her into the locker, "I do."

Rory nodded, "I figured."

"Yes." he said quietly before leaning in to kiss her gently. It was no surprise to either when they heard someone clear their throat behind them. Tristan pulled away and rolled his eyes, Rory smirked.

"Again, Mister Durey and Miss Hayden? What is this? How many detentions have you two had for kissing?"

"A lot."

"Well, here's one more." he held out a slip of paper to each of them. Rory sighed and took hers slowly. Tristan stared at his.

"Do we have to?"

"Would you rather have in school suspension?"

"No."

"Then yes, you do." he sighed as well and took the paper. "I'll see you two on Wednesday. And Miss Hayden?"

"Yes sir?"

"Purple hair is not allowed here."

"I understand that. But I can't dye my hair back any time soon."

"And why is that?"

"It'll fall out."

The principle rolled his eyes and turned to walk away muttering under his breath.

WEDNESDAY

Rory sat in front of Tristan in detention. He was absent mindedly running the hair that had fallen on his desk through his fingers.

"Mister Dugrey!" the teacher barked.

Tristan jumped slightly and looked up at her, "Yea ma'am?"

"What ever is so interesting about Miss Hayden's hair?"

He pulled his hands away, "Nothing."

Rory smirked, eyes glued to the book in hand, "Well then, stop touching it and do something productive. Or do you find memorizing the texture of her hair important?"

"Actually, I do. Very much so, ma'am."

The students looked up, interested to see where this would go. The teacher's eyebrow arched in questioning, "Oh, really?"

"Yes."

"And why is that?"

"Well, seeing as how she's my girlfriend and all, I would very much like to know how her hair feels."

"Is that so?"

"Completely."

"Are you two the ones in here for making out in the hall?"

"Well, I wouldn't say that we were actually making out." he stressed the last words.

"Well, that's what the principle wrote on your form." she said, pulling it from her desk.

"Really?"

"Mm hm."

He nodded, "Well, it may have been along the lines of making out." Rory rolled her eyes and turned around. He smirked and looked up at the teacher, "See, she knows it was." he nodded to Rory, who shook her head and turned back around to face the front, a small smile playing onto her face.

The teacher rolled her eyes, "You aren't allowed to talk in detention, Mister Dugrey."

He shrugged, "Sorry." the bell rang, signaling the end of detention.

Rory stood up, turning to face him, "You're a bad kid."

He wrapped an arm around her waist as they walked from the room, "No, it just seems like it. I'm really a boy scout at heart." at this Rory doubled over with laughter. "What? You don't believe me?"

"Um, no."

"Mary, I'm hurt."

"And I feel so bad for you."

"Your sarcasm is dully noted."

"No, I'm serious. I feel bad that you're so confused."

Tristan rolled his eyes, "How sweet."

TRISTAN'S HOUSE, THAT NIGHT

Rory was sitting on Tristan's bed and he was digging through his closet. Rory sighed, "My god, Tristan! Just give up! I believe you."

"No you don't." he said, still out of her view.

"Tristan, I believe that you have a signed Shadows Fall poster."

"Liar."

"I really do."

"HA!" he said, walking out of his closet and holding a poster out to her. Rory's jaw dropped and she jumped off the bed, grabbing it from him.

"You really have one!"

"I thought you believed me."

"Well, yeah. I lied. When did you get this?"

"I went to Hell Fest with my cousin a few years ago."

"And they were there?"

"Yeah." he smirked, seeing her studying the poster so closely.

"I hate you."

He rolled his eyes and kissed her forehead, "And I love you."

"I hate you..you..you evil bastard."

"Why? Because I have a signed Shadows Fall poster?"

"Yes!"

"Well that's nice."

She hissed and whispered, "Evil."

"Sorry."

"LIES!" she screamed.

He laughed, "You're insane, you know that?"

"No."

"I think it's the purple."

"No, it's you." she fell backwards onto his bed and he dropped the poster to the floor, laying down with his head on her stomach. Rory laid her head down and closed her eyes, sighing, "I should call my dad. It's almost nine and I was supposed to call him half an hour ago." She rolled over and Tristan sat up. She picked up the phone from his night stand and dialed her dad's cell number.

Rory/Chris

C: Hello?

R: Hey daddy.

C: Is this my daughter who was supposed to call half an hour ago?

R: Maybe. Have you talked to Vicky lately?

C: No.

R: Then yeah, it's me.

C: Are you still at Tristan's?

R: Considering I'm only fourteen and can't drive, yeah. I'm still here.

C: So you want me to come pick you up?

R: You mean do I want you to, or you're going to?

C: I'm going to.

R: Damn.

C: No swearing.

R: Sorry.

C: But I'm still at the office-

R: STILL?! Dad, it's nine!

C: Thank you for that. I know what time it is.

R: He he. Right. Sorry.

C: On second thought, I can just have Alyson pick you up on her way from work.

R: Why don't you just come pick me up when you come home?

C: That'll be at least another hour.

R: That's fine with me. What about you Tristan?

T: What?

R: My dad will get off in an hour, is it okay with you if he picks me up then?

T: Yeah.

R: Dad? Tristan's okay with it.

C: I'm sure he is. After all, he IS fifteen. I'd just rather have Alyson pick you up. She's on her way to her apartment right now, and Tristan's is on the way.

R: Dad, we only live a few blocks from Tristan, it's walking distance. I could easily walk home anyway.

C: I don't want you walking home in the dark.

R: Dad, I'm fourteen years old.

C: Yeah, that's kind of my point.

R: Ah.

C: Yes, so I'll just call Alyson and have her pick you up.

R: Why don't you just come pick me up on your way back?

C: I don't know.

R: Please?

C: If I let you stay there until ten then that would make me a horrible father.

R: I wouldn't tell anyone.

Chris laughed

C: I'm sure you wouldn't.

R: Please?

C: Tell you what, I'll get off in half an hour and come pick you up then.

R: Okay.

C: So I'll see you in half an hour?

R: Yup.

C: Okay, I love you.

R: Love you too dad.

C: Bye.

R: Bye.

C: And Rory?

R: Hm?

C: One of you get off his bed.

She laughed.

R: Bye dad.

C: Bye.

End intercut.

"Okay, so he's getting off in half an hour to come pick me up."

"Good." Tristan leaned forward and captured her lips in his, leaning her down to lay on her back.

Before she was completely laying down she broke away, "You're still a bastard, you know that?"

He smirked, "So I've heard." she opened her mouth to speak again, but his mouth covered hers, silencing her.

FORTY FIVE MINUETS LATER

Rory and Tristan sat on the couch, watching a movie. She'd expected her dad to be late and wasn't in the least bit surprised when he showed up fifteen minuets later than he said he would. Rory stood when they heard the horn honk outside. Tristan stood with her, she put her hand on the door handle to open it, but Tristan put his hand on the door, keeping it shut. He kissed her slowly, not wanting her dad to see. After they broke away, she looked at him strangely. He just raised his eyebrow and removed his hand so she could open the door. His aunt walked to the foyer as she opened the door. "Are you leaving now, Rory?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'll see you later, Erika."

"Bye." she waved to Chris, who waved back from the car. Tristan walked out to the car with Rory. He opened the passenger side door for her. She smiled and sat down.

"Hey Chris." he said, looking at her dad.

He smiled, "Hey Tristan, how're you doing?"

"Good, what about you?"

He sighed, "Adult life's a bitch."

Tristan and Rory laughed, "Dad, no swearing."

"Sorry." he turned to Tristan, "So Tristan, I'll see you this weekend at that hell which we so lovingly call a country club?"

He laughed again, "Yeah." he closed the door and Rory rolled down the window. "Bye Chris, See you tomorrow Mary."

"Bye Tristan."

Rory leaned forward and kissed him gently. "Bye." she whispered before pulling back. He shook his head, watching them drive away.

"Nice shirt."

Rory looked down at her chest, "Oh. Yeah." She was wearing one of Tristan's shirts, having spilled coffee on her own. "Coffee."

His eyebrow raised in questioning, "Ah."

"Yeah. I spilled it on my other shirt."

"So, what did you guys do?"

She turned to face him, "Do you really want to know?"

"Yeah."

"Are you sure?"

"I asked, didn't I?"

"It's not the kind of thing you share with your father."

The car swerved violently, "WHAT!"

"Jesus dad! I was kidding! Keep control of the car so we don't die! We just hung out. Nothing bad."

"Don't ever do that again." Rory laughed. "It's not funny.

"Sorry."

Tristan walked back into the house to see his aunt on the phone and his uncle sitting beside her, looking nervous about the side of the conversation he was hearing. "Okay, yeah, yeah, I know! But you don't understand! No, no. You listen to me! Of course we do! No it's not an inconvenience, like you would even care." she kept stopping, being cut off by the person on the other line, "We do love him. Well it's a lot more healthy here! Yes, I know you're is father but-" she stopped talking and her face fell, "Yes, I know. When? Whatever. Right. Bye." she hung up the phone and looked at Tristan. "Tris, I have to tell you something."

"That was my dad, wasn't it?"

"Yes."

"Why did he call? He's only called once a year since I moved here."

Erika sighed, "Yeah, well, that's about to change." she said, facing him with tears in her eyes.

A/N: So, sorry about the lack of updates on well...everything. Anyway, what's going to happen with Rory and Tristan? How will he react to his father's commands? He he he, find out when I update. Review and I might type faster. Muah. Leave me feedback my little darlings. Lata.