Max and Kyle were going to Melody's party tonight. I was invited, but I really wasn't in the mood to drink cheap beer and pretend I'm drunk while some stupid sorority slut throws herself at me. Most guys my age love that stuff but lately it all just seems so useless and pointless. I think I'll go to the coffee shop buy some outrageously expensive drink that'll make a diabetic out of me, sit at a table and rereadThe Chambersfor the millionth time.

So I walked out of the massive stoic prison that I'm forced to stay in day after day jumped in my silver mustang convertible. Popped in From Under The Cork Tree by Fall Out Boy turned up the music so loud it was deafening and sped off into the night. I drove around Hartford for a while looking for a Starbucks. I used this alone time to do some much needed introspection. I thought about my life I played my role at Chiton. I was perfect. To them, I was a god. I had the grades, the status, the girls, but if that was the case why the hell was I so damned bored. It's her I thought bitterly Ever since she came to Chiton my whole world has seemed so petty and dull.Move onDugrey she hates you remember. I thought about that day a lot now. That scene seems to forever replay itself in my mind. She was at first, just a conquest. When she showed up here she didn't automatically start worshiping me like the other girls had. So I needed to prove something to her. Or maybe even more so to myself. Until all the shit hit the fan.

At the dance I saw her their with that oaf. God she looked hot that night. Her dress hugged her curves and showed of a little more skin then we were used to from our little Mary. Her make-up was flawless and classic just enough to accentuate her attractive features without looking fake like most girls.

She looked so happy and it killed me because it wasn't me who was on the receiving end of such a loving gaze. It wasn't I who got to kiss her at will or who even got to take her home that night. There was a new sensation crawling at my stomach a burning anger and dare I say maybe even jealousy. That was what made me confront her date that night. I really blew it that time I could have and should have just walked away. Instead I pushed him and mocked him until he just about kicked my ass. And I was left looking like the jerk that I was. The way she looked at me, that fleeting glance she gave me before they disappeared through those heavy oak doors was one so filled with anger, hurt, and confusion all swirling in her entrancing blue eyes that I don't think I'll ever be able to fully forgive myself for it.

The night we kissed though was the night I truly without question fell head over heels in love with Rory Gilmore. Summer had just broken up with me and it had hurt. She was the only other girl besides Rory that I had felt anything besides lust for. She had put a dent in the armor of Tristan Dugrey. Truthfully I had at that point, never completely gotten over Rory but it was easier to deal with when I head someone else to devote my time too. If she had shown an inkering of interest in me it would have been bye-bye Summer without a second thought. What a basis for a healthy relationship huh? He felt himself slipping into the coma-like state of a flashback.

I sat on that piano bench drowning in self pity and pretending that I wasn't just humiliated in front of my entire grade. The loved it I thought as I silently berated myself for doing something so stupid as to let another person in. Then Rory walked through the door. My breath caught in my throat, I felt butterflies in my stomach and every other cliché you can feel from a person without actually touching them.

"I'm sorry, about Summer" Rory had whispered quietly and those words were spoken with such sincerity that it angered him. He wanted her to admit that she had reveled in it, they all had.

"No your not, everyone loved to see the great Dugrey fail." Tristan spat those words out bitterly almost as if they left a bad taste in his mouth.

"I didn't." Rory said in the same smooth, soft, and sincere. This time she turned to look at him. He saw her delicate features etched with worry and concern. For him. It was a look so utterly new to him that it was baffling.

"Thanks. I don't really want to talk about it. No offence." Tristan said their was a sadness laced in his voice that made him seem so venerable and needy. Rory cross the room in a few strides and placed herself on the bench next to him her hip pressed against his and she placed her hand on his arm it was welcome comfort. He smiled a genuine smile his fist in a long time. He recalled her asking about a test in some class they shared. He didn't really remember the class let alone the test but he smiled and nodded.

He then did the thing he hated most to do in the world. He asked her about Dean.

"We just broke up yesterday it was our three month anniversary." Rory had said in a very rushed through manner. Making her discomfort a known fact.

"Idiot." Tristan had grumbled. Then their eyes locked. And as if pulled by magnets they were being drawn closer and closer until their lips touched.

The kiss lasted no longer then a few seconds but if he closed his eyes and concentrated hard he could still feel her smooth gentle lips glide across his own. He could still smell that hint of vanilla that had wafted up from her hair.

"Snap out of it Dugrey this isn't some cheesy romance novel. Grow up." he mumbled to himself. Remember what had happened next, she had cried and he was puzzled girls didn't ever cry after kissing him. The tears began to pool and he could see her struggling to maintain composure without letting tears escape down her cheeks. He respected her for that not wanting to lose herself in front of a guy.

"What's wrong. Am I really that bad of a kisser?" He had quipped. Hoping to lighten the mood. She then got up muttered something about a Lane of some sort and left. The next thing he knew he was rolling the car into a parking space right in front of Starbucks. It was a cool October night, crisp, the trees were just about ready to put on the show he both knew and loved. He remembered to grab his book and wallet and strode into the establishment. Ordered his drink and flirted with the pretty red headed barista. Got his drink and a phone number and turned to look for a table.

Their she was Rory Gilmore sitting in a Starbucks drinking coffee in a green sweater jeans and boots. She looked amazing and her concentration was faced solely on the book in front of her it was cute. He ambled over to her. And said "Mary..."

AN

THis is my first Gilmore Girls fan fiction. Yes I know I left some parts out but i for legths sake i needed to cut things please review