Title: Lies

Summary: Rory meets Tristan at a party. They really hit it off. But what is Tristan hiding from her?

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Wish I did though, then I would have at least two hot guys in my bedroom...Tris and Jess...yummie!

A/N: Sorry for the lack in updates! I really hope I will have more time & inspiration cause all you readers deserve it! If you have any ideas/comments please tell me in a review!

Last Chapter:

Tristan looked a little ashamed to share his secret with her, but eventually started telling her about their marriage. It consisted out of a lot of fights. To the world outside they pretended to be the happy couple but it was only a facade. It was something to keep their social status up. They couldn't tell the world that their marriage was failing. That when they were home together they were always fighting and screaming at eachother. That they barely talked to eachother when they weren't fighting. That it was always a calm before the storm. He told her how they had separate bedrooms and how they avoided touching eachother. His eyes became dark and his voice cold as he told her how Layla had an affair. He had come home early one day to find them on the couch, clad in only their underwear. She didn't even try to feel guilty, and the only reason he cared was because he couldn't allow this marriage to fall apart so soon after they got married. They needed to stay married for a while, so that Layla's father wouldn't break their allegiance when they got divorced.

Rory just listened to him as he was telling her all this and wondered why he bothered to share it with her. He probably needed someone to listen to him. And as his monologue went on she started to pity him. Here he was. The former king of Chilton. Destined for greatness. And he was trapped. In a family. In a marriage he didn't want with a wife he hardly liked. She wondered if he had affairs himself, he hadn't said that he did, but he hadn't said that he didn't either. If he was anything like the guy back in highschool he probably had, but when she heard him talking about the importance of the firm she wondered if he would risk all that for just a fling.

They both noticed Layla coming back towards them and Rory shot Tristan a sympathetic smile. He just nodded before walking off to Layla, leaving her alone with her thoughts.

As she watched them dance she noticed how strange it was to see them like this. They acted like nothing was wrong. Tristan looked deeply into Layla's eyes and by the way she looked back at him everybody would say she was head over heels in love with him. He had his arm wrapped around her waist and tenderly carressed her shoulder before leaning in for a kiss.

When they started kissing Rory averted her gaze. She wondered if she would ever be able to act like they did. If she would be able to lie to her loved ones about what was going on between her and someone else. She didn't know that soon she would.

Chapter 3:

"And how is your son, Luke was it?"

"George"

The whitehaired woman looked disapprovingly at Rory, who quickly plastered a smile on her face.

"George, ofcourse. Could you excuse me for a second?"

She hastily walked over to the other side of the room, where she suppressed the urge to bang her head to a wall. She was such a social retard. If she made one more blunder like this one just now her grandmother would never invite her to another party.

"Rory, right?"

She turned around and faced Layla, the beautiful wife of her former classmate Tristan.

"Yes, Layla was it?"

Layla smiled.

"I heard you know Tristan from Chilton. That is so interesting"

Though the way she spoke her words sounded fake, the look in her eyes was genuine. Layla probably was one of those people that were used to society, thus changing their appearances and tone of voice to match the lies they were saying, until finally everything started to sound like a lie.

"Yeah...we were in the same class for a while"

She suddenly felt her arm being grabbed as Layla hooked her arm through Rory's.

"You have to tell me all about him...Trissie never wants to tell me about it...he says it's his bad period"

She pouted a little.

Rory inwardly giggled. Tristan DuGrey, player extraordinare, being called Trissie by his wife. It was just something that didn't match with the image she had of him. But maybe he really had changed.

As Layla led her to a more quiet area she wondered how this woman could act so well. If she wouldn't have known better she could have sworn Layla loved Tristan with all her heart. The way she talked about him, asked about his past, she seemed genuinely interested in finding out everything about her husbands past. It was hard to believe that this same woman who was speaking of Tristan so fondly was screwing around behind his back. That inside their home they fought all day and couldn't care less about eachother.

It wasn't until the end of the party that both girls rejoined Tristan. He looked at Rory, an eyebrow lifted, wondering what they had been talking about. Rory just smiled, and winked when Layla wasn't looking. It wasn't a flirty wink, more of an "I'll-tell-you-later-wink".

When Rory decided to call it a night, Tristan politely offered to drive her home. He helped her get in her coat, kissed Layla, and promised her he would be back in half an hour.

..::GILMORE RESIDENCE::..

"And then I told her how you always used to taunt me in highschool"

"You didn't!"

Rory laughed softly.

"Was I supposed to lie for you Tristan?"

He made a sad face.

"You know I only teased you cause I wanted you Mary"

Rory opened the frontdoor.

"Thanks for bringing me home Tris...that's really nice of you"

Tristan smiled, a genuine smile this time.

"It was my pleasure..."

They were both silent for a while, and just when Rory had decided to step inside, Tristan broke the silence.

"Look, it's not like I want to seduce you or something...but could I maybe have your phonenumber? Just to call sometimes...when things are rough..."

Rory turned around and looked at him. She smiled sweetly.

"Sure...just let me grab a pen"

She went inside and found a pen on the table, accompanied by a piece of paper that her mother had scribbled something on. Tearing a piece of it she quickly jotted down her phonenumber, when suddenly she felt a presence behind her.

Spinning around, holding up the pen as if it could form some kind of weapon just in case a burglar chose this night to visit Stars Hollow, she breathed relieved when she was looking into Tristans amused eyes.

"Wanting to kill me Mare?"

She slapped his chest.

"Never do that again"

He grinned.

"Or else?"

"You won't get my number"

She teased. He wrapped his arms around her and fumbled the little paper from her hands.

"Already got it babe"

Their bantering suddenly stopped when he planted a soft kiss on her cheek. His eyes were honest and a little vulnerability showed in them.

"Thanks"

With that he left.

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A/N: Please tell me what you did or didn't like. I personally thought this kinda sucked but it's just a filler. Next will hopefully be better!