A little Christmas spirit, love and mischief
Hmm maybe I should actually set the background for this story up huh? Ok Tristan left but not for Military school, he spent six months in France with relatives and came back to Chilton – Dean still exists (because you've gotta admit he was a really sweet boyfriend) but the break-up over Jess still stands – Jess and Rory tried it for a while but he wasn't interested in being a dutiful boyfriend and she was more interested in his opinion on books than anything else what could she say? Maybe it was the lure of the forbidden good girls have to go bad at some time ohh and there was the fact that if one day Luke and Lorelai finally woke up and smelt the coffee then they would be related – so they settled for best friends speaking of best friends Lane still has Dave because it was way too cruel to take him away from her like that! So this is in Senior Year – the last week of course (because Christmas is coming up) and um if that's wrong I'm sorry but I'm really not familiar with American Schooling so yeah today will be cramming day Tuesday will be cramming again Wednesday will be sentimental day you know photos and signing stuff etc Thursday will be finals and Friday will be graduation so if that is really not how it works at all plz tell me! That was the background – enjoy the show/fic/thing whateva
Rory Gilmore stepped off the bus in true Gilmore fashion; tripping over a loose backpack near the front of the bus and falling without spilling a drop of her precious coffee, and managing to look beautiful with her brown hair and arms swinging as she skidded a little over the icy entrance steps of Chilton; of course managing all of this with a book firmly open in hand.
She made her way to her locker ignoring the glances being shot at her some of distaste but some of admiration, many of Chilton's male population now admitted that to nail Rory Gilmore would be a great thing. Rory began to sort through her books for today as she reached her locker and started double checking her planner for anything she may have forgotten.
"Morning Mary" came a cocky over-confident voice.
Without looking Rory could tell that Tristan DuGrey was swaggering towards her in all of his private school playboy/bad boy glory.
"No morning kiss?" he asked as he stopped by her locker "Though I suppose in your condition you shouldn't be exerting yourself" he leaned forward against a locker.
"What condition Tristan?" she asked tersely the question coming out harsher than she would've liked.
"This one of course" he said stroking her stomach "You really are hiding it well"
Rory just looked at him, too distracted by the continued stroking of her stomach to figure out what he said
"Hello? Virgin Mary? Around this time of year she's pregnant"
"I knew that" snapped Rory
"See? You're pregnant look at how grouchy you are"
"May be that's just the effect you have on me?" remarked Rory as she made her way to the auditorium
"Surely you jest? We all know that's not the only effect I have on you" remarked Tristan with knowing eyes
"I'm pretty sure it is" said Rory stopping in front of her classroom
"You want to make a wager on that?"
"Of course"
"If I win, I get to spend Christmas Eve with you, all day long" said Tristan biting his bottom lip softly and looking her up and down
"Well seeing as you won't be winning, I will and I'll be winning a year's supply of coffee delivered to my door every morning at Yale, I don't have a problem with that" said Rory, trying to ignore the look that was giving her shivers
"Mary, Mary, Mary" he said leaning closer to her and fingering the top of the novel clutched to her chest "I've got this thing in the bag, you've just told me you want to see me ever morning at Yale" he gave a smug confident smile before striding down the hallway
'Damn'
*Later that day*
"So, Today is the beginning of the end? Is it not?" asked Mr Medina to his senior class "Does anyone know who said that?" blank faces started back at him "Good because I don't either" he laughed and the class joined in "Seriously though its your last week I encourage you all to enjoy it and make the most of it and always live up to your own expectations and standards, Now I'll leave you to do some cramming before your finals; something to remember the days in Chilton by" he finished with a rueful smile
The class clapped, normally this sort of soppy speech would have been made fun of but in the last week the students were torn between the excitement of the end of their time at Chilton and the panic of finals so naturally all normal behaviour was pretty much thrown out the window
Rory opened her novel there was no way she could concentrate on her quote list while the jocks in the back drew up lists of who they'd scored with over the years at Chilton; many lists were also apparently being made as to who they wanna screw at the 10-year reunion.
Beside her Madeline and Louise discussed graduation hair and counted how many times they had been mentioned on the jock lists before making lists of their own
Almost everyone else in the class were huddled over their books as glances were made furtively at the clock as if the class was an actual final
Rory finished her observations of the class and returned to her book, a puzzled look came over her face as she realized a folded piece of paper had replaced her book, extremely curious she opened the piece of paper
So if you're the Virgin Mary of Chilton and I'm the God at Chilton doesn't that make the baby mine? My, my, my, isn't that a dirty thought?
Always,
Tristan
Rory smiled and wondered how he had replaced her bookmark with the note before scribbling her reply below the note
*Later that day*
Tristan sat bored as hell in advanced calcus he stuck his hand in his blazer pocket and felt around, a small piece of paper came into contact with his fingertips as he took it out he realized that it was the note he had given Rory, but how did she get it back to him?
Suddenly he remembered Madeline coming over to his lunch table and leaning over to play with his neck – this wasn't exactly unusual but she did leave pretty quickly
A smirk formed over his features as he read Rory's reply
Too bad you never did the deed with me and you never will, besides Jesus is such a stupid name as if you'd call your son something like that it would probably be something egotistical like Tristan Junior TJ for short of course 'cos he would have to be cool
Rory
His self-satisfied smirk widened; she even talked about their future children and their names
This was going to be one easy bet
How was that? LONG that's what it was damn long – longer than the Great Wall of China so plz plz can I have some long reviews for my effort? And to the fans who hoped it would be a lit I'm sorry but I don't do those but I promise he will definitely be involved in the story in a hilarious way so plz keep reading! And to the reviewer who said my writing reminds them of Sophie Kinsella thankyou so much I love her books!