A/N: I wanted to get a new chapter out quicker, but I've been sick and didn't feel like writing a lot, just felt like sleeping! Lol, anyway, here's the next chapter, I hope you like, and some of what you guys guessed in your reviews about the neighbor's were correct!

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Chapter 2: Friday Night Dinner

The whole time I was driving to my grandmother's house, I kept looking down at my pajamas and thinking this is a bad idea. And it most likely was. The only problem was, there wasn't exactly a way to get out of it now. Unless I changed in the driveway. And I was running right on time, meaning that the quests will probably already be at the house. I turned into the driveway just in time to see my mom get out of her jeep. This meant there was no way I was taking these cloths off before my grandmother saw. My mom waved and waited for me to park my car beside hers. I slowly unbuckled my seat belt, and opened the door.

"Hey Ro- Oh My God!" she yelled as I got out of the car and she saw my pajamas. I looked down ashamed and checked out my cloths just in time to hear my mother start laughing hysterically. "She's going to KILL you!" she yelled.

"Mom! I know, I'm going to change before we go in, I have a dress on underneath, it was a last minute impulse!" I yelled turning back to the car. She of course grabbed my arm quickly and turned me around.

"Oh no your not, you are going in like that! I can't wait to see her face!" she yelled, still laughing, and pulling a pouting me towards the door. Luke was walking behind us, chuckling to himself. I just stuck my tongue out at him and awaited the scream fest that was soon to come. My mom rang the doorbell a little too hastily, and about three times in a row. The door swung open and I closed my eyes, just to hear a maid tell use to come in. I opened my eyes and walked in slowly. "Mom! We're here! And we've a got a surprise for you!" she yelled in a sing-song voice.

"Well we're in here Lorelei, hurry up!" she barked from the living room. This was bad. She was in a bad mood already, and did she say we? That means the quests are here! NO! My mom pulled me along happily while saying under her breath excitedly, "This is going to be good." We stepped into the doorway, and I looked down quickly, not wanting to see the people's faces when they saw my PJ's with the picture of Hello Kitty waving on the shirt, and the face of the waving cat scattered all over my pants. Not hearing anything I shut my eyes, afraid.

"Well don't just stand there Lorelei, sit down," Emily barked again, not looking up from her quests.

"Oh, look here mom, you're going to love this surprise," she said excitedly. I heard grandma sigh, and then…

"Oh my god! Rory! What are you wearing?" she yelled. That was followed by a stifled laugh that didn't sound like anyone's I knew. At least they thought it was funny.

I opened one eye to look at her, and she look absolutely appalled. Mom started laughing hysterically at the look on her face, and my whole face turned a deep crimson. "Hi Grandma," I barely crocked out.

"Lorelei! What did you do to this girl to do such a ridiculous thing?" she demanded angrily. I looked at my mom and her mouth was hanging open, her laughing ceased.

"Me? Why is it my fault? She showed up here like this!" she yelled in her defense, as I tried to keep from laughing.

"Lorelei, Rory would never do such a thing! Now what did you do?" she demanded again.

My mom huffed and flopped down on the couch, crossing her arms and legs and pouting, "Oui with the poodles already," she muttered under her breath.

"Excuse me? Was that an answer?" Emily asked cockily.

"No," she muttered a little louder, staring intently at the coffee table.

"Grandma, I'm going to run to the bathroom and change quick," I spit out quickly before turning around and darting from the room. I ran into the bathroom and tore off the shirt and pants I had on. Why did I have to do that? My grandmother had to be mad now! I checked everything in the mirror to make sure I didn't mess my hair or makeup up, and then walked back out. I walked slowly back to the living room, but before I got there, I leaned against a wall and let out a breath I had been holding unknowingly.

"That was very funny Mary," I heard from beside me. My eyes shot open and I froze. Only one person called me Mary…

"Tristan," I gasped looking at him. He looked different. A good different. I could even tell through his blue button up shirt that he was more muscular then before. His face looked less like the cocky teenager, and more like a mature man since the last time she had seen him. I watched as he looked me up and down slowly.

"You've changed," he stated simply, while leaning his side against the wall and crossing his legs on the floor.

"That's what happens over four years," I muttered sarcastically and looking at the floor. I looked back up at him and stated, "You look good."

I immediately regretted it when he said, "You like what you see then?" with a smirk.

I rolled my eyes and pushed myself off the wall to walk past him. Unfortunately he didn't let me. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back in front of him. "Tristan let me go," I snapped looking at him. I was surprised by what I saw. You could actually see what he was thinking through his eyes.

"I'm sorry," he said truthfully, "I shouldn't have gone so far. The old, cocky, high school me came back temporarily," with a little laugh.

I opened my mouth surprised and said, "You changed, a lot. The old Tristan just would have laughed and followed me," I said breathlessly.

"Yeah well military school does that too you," he replied with a little smile. I just nodded and looked at the floor again, not really knowing what to say.

"So, um, did you like military school?" I asked looking back up at him.

"It was okay. I didn't like it at first because I had to get up at 5 and run for a long time, but I got used to it," he replied. "So how did Chilton go?"

"Well, it went pretty much the same as before," I replied thinking of what else to say, "Oh! And I was valedictorian."

"Really? That's great," he told me with a smile, "Can't say I'm surprised, but it's still really great." I chuckled along with him at that. A lot of people weren't that surprised with it.

"A lot of people weren't surprised," I replied, "Well, everyone except for Paris. She even did some nice research for me. Apparently a lot of valedictorians fail in the future."

"Ah, yes, that sounds like Paris," he laughed, running a hand through his hair. "How is she doing? Well that is if you know," he asked.

"She's doing great," I replied, "We're living together, and are actually best friends now."

"You're kidding me!" he yelled astonished.

"Nope, I was just thinking about it today and I'm still surprised that we're so close," I stated with a smile. This whole conversation was getting less and less awkward.

"Rory? Rory what are you two doing out here?" Emily asked sticking her head into the foyer.

"Oh Emily, we were just catching up, we know each other from high school," Tristan explained in a fake, very polite voice.

"Oh alright, well don't wait too long to come back in, dinner's almost ready," she replied, eyeing both of them before walking back into the living room.

"So how do you know my grandmother?" Rory asked looking at him with her arms crossed over her chest and eyeing him suspiciously.

"Well, right now, we're your grandparent's neighbors," he replied, "but before then, my grandfather was college buddies with your grandfather. We used to come over from time to time."

"Really? I never knew that," I said mostly to myself. I nodded my head processing the information and opened my mouth to ask a question, but was cut off by a maid.

"Miss Gilmore? Mrs. Gilmore would like you two to report to the dining room for dinner," she said politely before turning around and heading in the direction she came from.

Tristan opened the door into the dining room, "Shall we?" he asked. I smiled and walked inside saying a quick thank-you as I passed. He had really changed a lot, and for the better. When we got to the dining table, he even pulled out my chair to let me sit down.

"Thanks Tris," I said smiling up at him. He just nodded with a little grin and sat down himself across the table next to his mother.

"So how do you kids know each other?" Tristan's dad asked them.

I swallowed the food in my mouth and replied, "I know him from when I transferred Chilton, before he went to military school."

"Really?" he asked, "Have you told me about her before?"

"Uh, yeah, only I told you her name was Mary, not Rory," he replied tossing a grin my way.

"Oh, you're Mary? I didn't know that," he replied looking back at me, "Tristan here talked about you all the time," he said while sticking a fork full of salad into his mouth. Running his hand through his hair, Tristan just shook his head and looked up to see my reaction, which I had a smirk on my face.

"He did, did he?" I commented looking him straight in the eye and letting out a small chuckle.

"What can I say Mary, you got under my skin," Tristan replied with the same smirk. I just shook my head at that and continued eating while the adults talked back forth. Tristan's dad and my mom eventually figured out that they knew each other from high school also. Tristan and I kept throwing looks at each other throughout dinner, sometimes catching the others eye. When that happened, we just smiled at one another and went back to eating.

At the end of the dinner, we all went back into the living room for drinks and desert. Tristan's parents were sitting on one couch, my mother on the end of one, and my two grandparents on chairs. Tristan and I both walked into the living room and sat on the couch my mother was on, me next to my mom and Tristan next to me. The adults were already talking about my mother's inn. Everything ranging from Sookie to the linens was being discussed.

After staying up the night before until 1 in the morning, I started yawning. I would have left, but I didn't want to lose my time with Tristan, when I didn't know the next time I'd see him. I kept blinking my eyes to try and keep them open, but it wasn't working.

"Ror, why don't you go back to the dorm?" my mom asked quietly while everyone else was talking.

"I'm fine, just a little tired, but fine," I replied. When she gave me a skeptical look I added, "I promise mom." She gave me another look, but turned around and got back into the conversation.

Their talking seemed to never end. I didn't even notice when Tristan placed his arm around me, or when I laid my head on his chest. But we ended up falling asleep, his arms around my waist and his head laid on mine; I had my arms round his sides, my head on his chest.

Do all of you still want me to continue? ---And by the way, its not going to be a Trory real quick, if I do keep going, I just wanted to throw this in, I thought it was cute :)