I would just like to say a big thanks to all who are reading this story- I am getting a lot of reviews asking me to continue with it, so I think this will end up being a fairly large story (that's if you don't get too bored with it!).
I really didn't mean for this to become an ongoing thing, I was planning to only write about the kiss, and that would be it- but all of you egging me on, how could I refuse? Please read on, and I hope you continue to check back with updates! THANKS SO MUCH!
Lane was running around frantically outside her mother's antique store, when Rory came to see her the next day, in desperate need of her guidance.
Well, not her guidance so much, because Rory knew what she had to do; but she needed to get it all off her chest, plus, Lane would never forgive her for not giving up this kind of goss!
"Lane!" Rory yelled, trying to get her attention as she ran around, cleaning pieces of furniture, which were sitting on the lawn.
"Rory!" Lane looked up, breathlessly "What's up?" she asked.
Rory went to open her mouth but Lane cut in "Actually, I'm kinda busy right now, cant talk, call me later" she said, while rushing over, cloth in hand, ready to polish a chest of draws.
"No, Lane, this is the kind of thing I cant say over the phone" Rory said, trying to get Lane's attention.
"Rory, it cant be that important," Lane said, scrubbing furiously at the chest.
"Lane!" Rory yelled.
"Rory I'm sorry, we have a huge clearance sale going on, I am getting blisters on the feet" Lane trailed off with her complaints "my mum is a slave driver, I mean seriously! I should be enjoying my adolescence-" but Rory cut her off.
"I think I'm in love with Tristan!" Rory screamed, and then instantly blushed.
Lane stopped scrubbing, and looked up at her friend, her mouth wide open.
She dropped the cloth and walked over to Rory, staring at her, now red face.
"Tristan?" Lane asked, and Rory nodded in response, a little shyly.
"Tristan from school" Lane confirmed, and Rory nodded once more.
"The incredibly hot Tristan, who, while he has heart-breaking, God-like good looks is a womanising jerk and come to fondly, and annoyingly, refer to you as Mary?" Lane said, her mouth fully ajar.
Rory nodded again, becoming uncomfortable with Lane's watchful eyes.
"We must talk!" Lane said, grabbing Rory by the arm and dragging her towards the park.
"I couldn't sleep last night, because I was thinking about him constantly!" Rory admitted, after explaining the story.
"So he danced with you until 5 in the morning?" Lane asked, for the fourth time, not quite believing her friend.
"YES! Now please get over the romantics and concentrate on the disaster that is my life!" Rory said, throwing her face into her hands.
"Rory!" Lane cupped Rory's face in her hands, causing her to look into her eyes.
"You have to tell Dean!" Lane said what Rory already knew.
"And now is as good a time as any" Lane said, as Rory followed Lane's eyes which were looking behind her at Dean who was striding towards them.
"Lane! Please stay" Rory said, grabbing at Lane's arm as she tried to rise from her seat.
"Rory! Maybe he'll understand?" Lane said, finally squirming free from Rory's grip "C-ya, and call me and tell me exactly what happened, every detail!" Lane cried out as she ran back towards her house.
"Tell me what?" Dean asked as he bent down to kiss Rory, whose back was facing him.
"What we're about to talk about" Rory said, unable to stop herself.
"That doesn't sound too good" Dean said, as he sat down next to Rory on the park bench, facing her.
Rory looked up, into Dean's concerned face, a pang of regret hitting her; she didn't want to do this!
"Ok, please don't speak until I have finished what I have to tell you-" Rory said, and cupped Dean's mouth with her hand, as he was about to open it and say something.
"Just nod if you agree to these terms and conditions" Rory said, her hand still covering his mouth.
He nodded and Rory let her hand drop.
"Ok, now before I start, you have to know I never meant to hurt you- but I have to be honest about this and simply tell you" Rory said, Dean nodded and she went on.
Her palms were becoming sweaty, and her hands were beginning to shake a little; her heart beat fast and her breaths became quick and intense.
"I went to a party last night- Tristan's party" Rory gave Dean a stern look, telling him to be quiet, as she could see he already wanted to make an outburst after hearing Tristan's name.
"And-" Rory was so nervous; she thought she was going to start crying!
She bent her head down, looking at her quivering hands, and then back up at Dean- he deserved to know, she told herself.
"Well, we kissed" Rory said, seeing the immediate fury in Dean's eyes, but he still remained quiet, but began grinding his teeth.
"And I stayed with him all night- talking, and- stuff. But nothing happened! We didn't" she paused again, Dean's silent anger beginning to scare her; "We didn't have sex, but we did kiss, many times" Rory bent her head down, thinking that she had said enough, though none of it sounded the way she had intended it to when she practised in front of her mirror.
Dean raised himself from the bench, not looking at Rory who was staring at him, waiting for a reaction.
But Dean said nothing, he simply turned around, and began walking- this took Rory by surprise.
"Where are you going?" Rory yelled after him, still sitting down.
But he didn't reply, or even turn around; his stiff body simply strode away.
Rory got up form her seat and ran after him, catching up and walking beside him, looking at his cold, expressionless face.
"Dean! I am so sorry, what can I do-" she was going to say more, but when Dean stopped walking and turned his harsh face to look at hers, she became silent?
"Leave, before I do something I might regret" he said cruelly, causing Rory to become even more frightened.
And Dean began walking away again, heading towards Luke's, leaving Rory, frozen, in the middle of the footpath.
As she looked up, ready to call out to him again, she realized he was gone, and she was too scared to go after him.
Hot tears began to run down her face, streaming down, uncontrollably; and her breaths quickened, her whole body began to shake a little.
All she could think to do was run, run home- the only place she could stand being at the time.
When Rory burst through the door, Lorelai jumped up- she'd promised Rory she'd be home when she came back from talking with Dean, and she had waited patiently, having gone through five mugs of coffee.
"Rory" Lorelai called out to her worried; she followed her into her room, and opened the door slowly, only to see Rory sprawled out on her bed, a pillow covering her face as more tears came flooding out.
She sat down beside her, and began to stroke her hair.
"I didn't want this to happen" Rory cried, as her mother lifted her body up and nestled her head on her chest, allowing Rory to sob.
"I know, but better that he knows" Lorelai whispered, knowing it would do no good.
Lorelai had sat with Rory, crying in her arms, for an hour- but now it was 7:00, and she had to leave for her mother's; Rory was finally sleeping peacefully, and she didn't want to wake her, so she left a note on the kitchen table which said:
'Don't worry about coming tonight I'll tell Grandma and Grandpa your not feeling well. Love - Lorelai'
Rory was beginning to wake now, but she didn't open her eyes-, as they were still stinging a little from the hot tears she'd been crying.
But she felt comfort when she felt her mother stroke her hair once more, she was glad to be home.
"Morning" came a low male voice, surprising Rory.
She opened both her eyes and jumped up, as she saw Tristan, kneeling down beside her- pulling his hand away which had just been stroking her hair.
Rory glanced over at the clock by her bed, only 7:30.
"How did you get in? What are you doing here?" Rory said, still in shock.
Tristan stood up, looking down at Rory, "I knocked on the door, but nobody answered, so I looked in you're window, saw you sleeping- went back to the door, looked underneath the door mat, found the key and let myself in" he explained, hoping Rory wouldn't be too angry.
Rory looked up at him, a questioning look still on her face.
"You've been crying?" Tristan said, softly- noticing Rory's red eyes and the tearstains on her pillow.
But still Rory said nothing; she just looked down at her hands.
"I was worried about you- and I didn't want to call, incase you hung up on me," Tristan explained further.
"I wouldn't hang up on you" Rory said, bringing Tristan some reassurance.
Tristan knew she told Dean, why else would she be so upset?
"He didn't hurt you, did he?" Tristan said, angry at the very idea.
Rory looked up at him, and shook her head.
"That is why you're upset though? You told him what happened and he didn't like what he hard?" Tristan said, soothingly; bringing himself to sit down on Rory's bed, beside her.
It was good to have him here, just the smell of him invigorated her; and she curled up into his arms, surprising him.
"Ssshhh, it's ok," he said, stroking her hair some more as he heard some more tears coming through.
"I don't regret it, Tristan- you know that, right?" she said, her body being cradled in his arms soothed her a little- and the thought of her mother coming home, finding him in her room, didn't worry her at all.
"I was hoping you wouldn't," he said, and he couldn't help but smile a little.
"Are you hungry?" he asked her; and just then, Rory realized how completely famished she was.
She took another bite of the sandwich Tristan had made her; but when she looked up, she caught him staring at her.
"What?" she asked, rubbing her face with one hand, thinking she had food some where on herself.
"I want to be with you," he said, seriously.
Rory turned red, did he mean what she thought he meant? Sex?
Tristan saw the confusion and worry in her face and instantly reassured her "No! Rory, I don't want that from you- I meant, a couple, you and me- that's what I want." He explained "I thought about it all last night, I couldn't sleep because of all the thoughts of you that were running through my head!" he said, getting a little excited.
Rory smiled "I think-" she began, but Tristan was too afraid that she would turn him down, so he talked some more "Rory! You, change me when I see you, my heart does leaps! And when you kissed me- that was perhaps the single, most unbelievably amazing moment in my life! God Rory! I want to make you see- you take my breath away!" he said, hoping he'd gotten his point across.
Rory put the last bit of the sandwich down, leaned forward and kissed him on the lips "I want to be with you too" she finally said, after pulling away- a beaming smile on her face.
Tristan's heart did a few more leaps, and, sure enough- he was short of breath!
And Rory just sat across from him, smiling at his hopeless happiness; but just then, they heard the front door fly open.
Rory thought it was Lorelai, so she nodded for Tristan to wait in the kitchen while she explained to her what was going on.
But as she approached the door- she was surprised, and downcast when she saw it was Dean who had burst through the door-
The next one will be good! I promise- get ready for a few punches to be thrown!