'Long night?' Tristan asked. Rory's head shot up and she clutched her chest.

'God! Tristan, could you make like a sound or something?' She was loaded down with bags and was having trouble opening the door to her trailer.

'Sorry.' He said, but they both knew he wasn't sorry.

'Yea uh huh sure, Now go away.' He held his hands up and started to back away.

'Wait.' She called him back.

'Could you uh open my door for me?' she begged. He smirked and opened the door for her.

'Do you need me to go in with you?' He asked, his voice sounded like he was talking to a three year old.

'I'm fine.' she mumbled and went in. she dropped her bags and sighed in relief. She turned around the shut the door and saw Tristan right behind her.

'God! Why do you keep doing that?' Rory breathed.

'Because I'm God.'

'Get a hold of yourself, whatever happened to the Tristan from yesterday?'

'Mean Tristan wanted to say hello.'

'Yea well bring back nice Tristan, this one sucks.'

'Uh…' he started when he noticed something behind her.

'Now what?'

'Nothing, just you have a three large fully packed Garbage bags in here. Trying the hide a body?' She had obviously taken two trips to her car to get all of her stuff.

'No, it's food.'

'Not to be obvious here or anything but, you do realize they feed us here.'

'I'm fully aware of that.'

'Okay, just making sure.' He said shrugging. They were quiet for a while.

'It's junk food.' she said and went towards the bag and opened the end of it showing him it was full of marshmallows, gumdrops, licorice, etc.

'How long will that last you?

'Umm about 12 days.'

'How do you not weigh 200 pounds?' he asked shocked.

'I don't know.' He laughed and shook his head.

'So look, you got your script, right?' She nodded.

'Okay good.'

'Why are you here?' she asked smiling.

'Well it's lunch time, and I figured you'd probably want food or something.'

'Oh, yea I do.' She smiled and left with Tristan. There were more people then yesterday.

'Okay, umm what if I get lost?' Rory whined. He smiled and took her hand. His hand was warm and it felt nice.

'Beth, Dan!' Ryan called and came over.

'I see your studies have gone well.' They both smiled but had no idea what he was talking about.

'Yea, we just took a break to get some food.'

'Oh don't let me keep you. Eat.' He said moving on. Rory met the rest of the cast officially and learned that she would have to kiss Sean because he forces himself on her. Soon the sky was getting dark and night was right around the corner. She walked back to her trailer alone. She went onto her bed and shut her eyes. She had a long night with Lorelai and she was really tired. There was a knock. It was Tristan, she let him in.

'Hey what's up?' Rory asked.

'Well honestly as much as I love talking to you, I was sent by Ryan and Charlie.'

'Oh?'

'Yea, I found out what are studies were. Some one forgot to tell us.'

'This is going to be awkward isn't it?' Rory said frowning.

'Probably more awkward then me being on top of you for our Romeo and Juliet play.'

'I had to kiss Paris, is this more awkward?'

'Huh…yea, still more awkward.' He said cringing.

'Alright then, care to enlighten me on what could possibly make you shift from something being awkward.'

'Well we have two options, the other one we still have to do…just next week.'

'Well…?'

'The less—much less awkward thing is we have to lie down next to each other, look at each and talk about loves we've had in the past.'

'And heartbreak?' He nodded.

'And the…other one.'

'Get familiar with making out with each other.' Rory's eyes widened.

'Oh umm yea…let's do the first one.' Tristan laughed quietly. I figured that was the one you'd pick.

'So why are we doing this?'

'We both have to be heartbroken from our past loves in the beginning. Ryan wanted to shoot the first scene tomorrow. So you first.' Tristan said pointing to the bed.

'Oh you were serious about the bed thing?'

'Yea.' Rory mumbled and crawled onto the bed making room for Tristan to go on too. He propped himself up on his side and looked at her as curled up on her side. They weren't super close, but there wasn't much more then a foot between their faces.

'So who goes first?' she asked. He shrugged and she motioned for him to go first.

'8th grade. Her name was Amanda Collins. Most popular in the grade, also the nicest. I became friends with her, we became boyfriend and girlfriend. We were drunk at a party a guy in our grade had, and had sex. She was forced to move to Chicago, and I haven't seen her since. She was my first, and honestly I don't think I regret it. 10th grade, I met this even more amazing girl. Everything she did I loved, every movement, every word. Even when she was mad at me. I don't know if it was love, I just knew it was something more then a crush. I screwed up with her and I lost her. 12th grade, I met this girl named, Anna. We dated for 6 months and she was amazing. I fell in love with her, I really did. She claimed she loved me too, until she had sex with me and claimed she was pregnant. The baby's blood type wasn't Anna's…or mine. She ran away with her baby and I haven't seen her since either. I'm not exactly lucky in love.'

'Wow. Who was the girl in 10th grade and what about all the girls you've slept with?'

'Just…someone. And I never liked them. They were a distraction, something I needed.' She nodded.

'My turn?' she asked. He nodded.

'9th grade, I was with Dean. Our three month anniversary, he told me he loved me. I couldn't say it back so he broke up with me. We got back together and it wasn't the same as before. But I dated him for a while, that's when jess came around. He was the leather jacket, prank playing kid who was struggling to find himself. He loved to read. Anyways, I kissed Jess at a friends wedding, and I broke up with Dean a few days later. I then went with Jess. I loved him, and we dated for most of senior year. He wasn't doing to well in school so he ran away to California. His dad lives there. Freshman year of college, I found my very married ex boyfriend. We kind of umm I guess hit it off…once again.' She took a deep breath and wiped away a falling tear.

'I haven't told this to many people, but I slept with him. He was my first and he was very married so naturally, we couldn't tell anyone. My mom came home that night and she saw us just as we finished struggling to get our clothes on. It happened in my bed. We did it again in a barn a few days later.' Tristan looked at her shocked and handed her a tissue.

'So was that Jess…'

'Yea, I wish. No, it was Dean.' Tristan was even more shocked.

'So that's why you don't have sharpness in your eyes.' He said. She shrugged.

'He left Lindsay his wife to be with me, but went right back when he found out she was pregnant. He was having sex with both of us.' He ran his hand down her arm in a comforting way.

'So now you know, I'm not your Mary.'

'No, you are, you just have a past. One that you don't have to think about again. Dean's with his wife and he's an ass hole for letting you go in the first place. Look at the present. Your mom still loves you, I sure as hell still like you—'

'You like me?' she asked.

'Umm yea.' He said slowly.

'So I told you about Dean, and god knows that's harder to say than a lot, tell me who the girl was.'

'It was you.' He said confidently although he was shaking on the inside. She smiled slightly.

'Everyone told me you had a thing for me, but I never believed them.'

'Yea well, you can't believe everything you hear.'

'So they were wrong?'

'No they were right, but not everything everyone says is going to be right. Plus, I did a lousy job expressing my liking for you to you.'

'Ha you can say that again.'

'So you're not going to run away because I've like you for more then three years?'

'I'm just looking at the present.' She said smiling. He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. Tristan looked at the clock. It read 8:20.

'I think we missed Dinner.' Tristan said.

'It's okay, you can eat some of my food. She said sitting up and pulling a bag onto the bag and spilling out some.

'Eat up, you wouldn't want it to get cold.' She said smiling before she ripped open the package of twizzler's. He laughed and started to eat as they talked about each other and other happenings in their lives. They talk till the wee hours of the morning, when they both decided they needed to sleep. It just so happens it was in the same bed.

A/N: I don't think I mentioned this, but this story won the poll by I believe three people. I will try to update From War To Family too, but this is the main one. I'm hoping it won't be more then 20 chapters. Please review! Thanks, Kiki.