A/N: This chapter switches POV's. But it stays between Rory and Tristan! Enjoy and thanks for the reviews!

Chapter 3: Dorm Room Fun

RORY POV

An hour or two later my mother looked over at the two of us, noticing that it had been a while since either one of us had said something. When she saw the two of us asleep with our arms around each other, she had to stifle a laugh, which made everyone look at her. Instead of saying anything, she just pointed and the others looked at the two of us sleeping.

"I think we were boring them," Mr. Dugrey joked. Everyone started laughing. This made us shift; wrapping our arms around the other tighter, except Tristan woke up. When he first woke himself up, he looked down to see me content and asleep, which made a smile spread across his face. He snuggled closer to me, and held me tighter, and then he heard the laughter. Confused, he looked up and saw his parents, parents' friends, and my mother watching us and jumped.

"Hi," he said nervously running a hand through his already messy hair.

After Lorelei stopped her laughter she stated, "I should wake her up so she can go home," as she reached over to shake me.

"No, Lorelei, I can take her back, where is it?" he asked.

"Oh, well that's very Knight-in-shinning-armor of you," she replied, making him chuckle. "Anyway, it's the first apartment building at Yale, and the only one on the first floor with the decorated door," she replied and added, "which I helped with," proudly.

"I'm sure you did," he replied with a smile and moved me so he could pick me up in his arms, "Where are her keys?"

"Purse, it's with her coat in the closet," Lorelei added, "But you know what, I should go anyway, its late, I'll just show you where it is."

"Alright," he said bending over and lifting me from my position on the couch and into his arms. I moved closer to him, placing my head on his shoulder and putting my arms around his neck.

TRISTAN POV

"Bye mom, dad, and nice to see you again," Lorelei said as she made her way into the foyer. Opening up the closet, she pulled out her and my coat and walked towards the door. "How are you going to get home?" she asked me.

"I can just call a driver when I get there to bring me back," I replied with a shrug. Lorelei nodded, holding the door open and letting me through and then following me out. When I was at the car, waiting for Lorelei to open the door, when she stopped walking.

"So you like my daughter?" she asked eyeing me up and down suspiciously.

"Yeah, I think so why?" I asked.

"She's going out with someone now, Logan Huntzberger," she replied, "I don't like him. He's convinced her to have a no-stings-attached relationship, and that's not Rory. And he doesn't treat her the way she should be treated, like she's just like every other girl he's dating, which there are a lot. I want her to have someone that respects her, and doesn't say all this speech about not being able to commit, and then get my daughter to date him, and not even take her out for Valentine's Day. I mean it's Valentine's Day!" she yelled throwing her hands above her head frustrated.

"Lorelei, if I end up dating your daughter, there will be strings-attached and I will worship the very ground she walks on," I told her truthfully.

"You better, now get her home," she replied opening the doors to Rory's car and setting her purse on the driver's seat. I just nodded, and placed her gently in the passenger seat, and put the seat belt on. I jumped in the front seat and drove to her dorm room.

I was walking into the dorm room, a purse on my right arm and Rory in my arms, looking for a well decorated door. When I spotted it, I took the keys out of my pocket that Lorelei had taken from Rory's purse, and opened the door.

"God Rory! Where have you be-" she started but cut herself off when she saw Rory in my arms. "Tristan?"

"Hey Paris," I whispered, "I was part of the neighbors at her Friday Night Dinner, she fell asleep."

"O-okay," was all she could mutter as she stood shocked in the living area, as I carried Rory into her bedroom.

When I laid her sleeping form under the covers on her bed, I leaned down and kissed her forehead before whispering, "I love you Rory, I'll make you believe me soon." With one last look at her sleeping form, he left the room with a smile on his face to find a still shocked Paris.

"What are you doing here Tristan?" she asked eyeing me up and down.

"Well, I graduated from Military school, and then did a little graduates program after, and now I'm done," I replied with a shrug.

"Oh," she said quietly and looking down, before looking back at me with that unique Paris look, "But what are you doing back here, in Hartford?"

"I'm living here, if you forgot, Paris, this is where my home, or well house is," I replied with a smirk. I should have expected this, with Paris being Rory's roommate and all.

Paris gave me one of her death glares, a very familiar one too. In high school alone, I saw that look more than a thousand times. "Are you going to Yale?" she asked suddenly.

"Wow, look who's playing reporter girl," I countered rolling my eyes and looking out the window.

"Answer my Tristan Dugrey," she told me sternly.

"Yes, since I went through two years of graduate school, and a little convincing from my dear father," he said in a bitter tone before going back to his cocky manner, "I am going to Yale. And starting in my sophomore year."

"Really? And Rory knows this?" she asked, once again giving me that suspicious look.

"Um, no, she doesn't know I'm going to Yale, I was going to surprise her," I replied looking down. Paris has this way of looking at you that just makes you feel 2 feet tall.

"And what are your plans?" she questioned, this time with a cocky look covering her face.

"What ever do you mean Paris?" I asked, acting like I was appalled and pressing a hand to my chest.

"You know exactly what I mean Dugrey, what are you planning for Rory? She has a boyfriend you know," she pointed out, placing her hands on her hips.

"Actually, she doesn't have a boyfriend, she is casually dating, which leaves her open to dating more then one person," I replied giving her a quizzical look.

"Ah ha!" she yelled, pointing her finger at me, "You do have other intentions with Rory!"

"Paris, be quiet!" I yelled in a harsh whisper, "She's asleep in the next room! And didn't your mother ever tell you it was rude to point?"

"Dugrey, if you hurt her I will kill you, and throw away the body in the middle of the ocean so your never found," she threatened me with a deadly glare, making me know she wasn't lying.

"I'm going to tell you the same thing I told Lorelei," I replied, "If I do get the lucky chance to date her, I will worship the very ground she walks on."

Paris nodded at this, "You better not be lying Dugrey, I just hope you can get her away from Logan. He's not right for her; she almost quit Yale because of his influence. If it wouldn't have been for her mom, she would have, and he wouldn't have done a thing about it. And his stupid no-strings-attached thing, it's so not Rory, but yet she's still doing it."

"That's what Lorelei said," I replied, "And I'm starting to hate this guy very much."

"He's a little rich boy that gets away with everything," she said shaking her head annoyed and wrapping her arms around herself, "he doesn't deserve her Tristan. At least I know you love, or well loved her," she added looking back to me.

"Believe me, its still love," I told her quietly. It was amazing how this girl could get so many feelings to get stirred up in me after one day back from military school.

"I can tell," she told me with a smirk, "You still have that look in your eyes you had during high school."

"Why thank-you Paris," I replied with a smirk. My cell phone started vibrating then, and I looked down to see that it was the driver I had called for. "Well I have to go Paris, my rides here. You know my number," I told her with a wave and walked out the door towards my car.

RORY'S POV

I was standing in the shadows by the door to my bedroom, listening to the conversation Tristan and Paris were having. They were having they're usual banter, but it really caught my attention. Tristan's going to Yale this year. I can't believe he didn't bother to tell me. But I guess it was always Tristan's way, the surprise root. And then another bomb went off. Tristan loved me?

I mean Paris always said he did in high school, but of course I didn't believe her. But to hear now, from his mouth, that he loved me then, and still does, was, well, a lot to take. I couldn't believe it. Tristan Dugrey said he loved me. It wasn't to my face, but still. Oh god! She told him about my quitting Yale extravaganza! No! That's going to be a hard one to explain! Shoot! Stupid Paris!

While I was musing about this, I barely heard the sound of the door shutting behind Tristan as he left, but I did. And was brought from my thoughts just in time to hear Paris say, "You can come out now Rory."

I stepped from my room and gave her a strange look, "How'd you know I was there?"

"Geez Gilmore, you should know by now that I know everything there is to know," she quipped before sending me a smirk as she walked into her bedroom to go to bed. I followed suit, and laid back down in my own bed and fell asleep quickly, thoughts of Tristan in my head.

TBC…

So that's the third chapter. What did you think of this one? And by the way, there is going to be a HUGE twist in the story soon, if things go the way I have them in my head! I doubt anyone will be able to guess it! REVIEW! You know you want to!