Pairings- Rory/Tristan
Disclaimer: I own nothing !
Summary- "Its a thin line between love and hate, especially when your married. Granted, it's only a high school class assignment but still...
A/N- This chapter Is a little bit on the short side, I just wanted to get something posted, anything, so here It Is, I hope you like It. Also, the part at the end about eggs,
was advice taken from a reviewer, RoxyRoo...so shout out to her, thanks !
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Detention should have been easy for Rory, slip on her head phones, flip open her newest novel, Tolstoy or maybe Wilder, and completely forget about her current surroundings.
However, for every ten lines she read, she spent the next ten thinking about her afternoon coffee adventure. Or rather, who she had it with. So In reality, she really only read those same ten lines. Which of course she had know idea what they meant, seeing as how her mind was a little preoccupied.
Tristan had walked her the back way towards the teachers lounge, how he knew the back way, or, that there was a back way was a different story altogether. Anyway, they reached the lounge with no problem, slipped in quietly, and poured themselves a mug full each. Thats when he heard it. The reverberating sound of footsteps from the hallway, permeating through the open door. "Oh no, what do we do?" She remembers asking. Swiftly, he placed his fingers on her lips silencing her, and pushed her back towards the end of the counter, and pulled her down towards him, hiding them from view.
He smelt so good, like freshly laundered clothing. His breaths where short and few, like he'd just ran in a marathon. His heart was racing a million miles a second. Be It because of his close proximity to Rory, or the fact that they might at any second have been caught, she'll never know. Despite the fact that her future was on the line if she was caught, she distinctly remembered how warm, and safe she felt being in his arms.
"Ms. Gilmore." Mr. Pepper called from his seat across the room "your free to go, your time Is up."
"Oh, thanks." She replied reaching for her backpack and backing her way towards the door. She had taken all needed items from her locker beforehand so she could make a speedy exit, and get home before her mother.
To no avail though. As she was walking down the steps of Chilton, she noticed another car parked next to hers in the student parking area. A silver Bentley, to be exact. As she started to get closer, the door of the car in question opened. Out stepped Tristan.
"Your loitering, you know."
"I know. I have a question I'd like to ask you. It comes from the heart, and Is long over due. Regarding this question, I'd like your reply. Because I love you more, every minute that goes by."
"Oh Tristan, get serious."
"I am serious" he replied getting down on one knee and pulling a black box out of his pocket.
"What are you doing?"
"I thought it would be obvious by now" he smiled opening the box to reveal a shiny candy ring pop.
"Is that candy?"
"I'd only want the best for my wife."
"If I say yes, can I eat It? Or do I have to wear it? Because my answer lies within your answer."
"You can eat It."
"Then yes." She laughed jovially reaching for it.
"Let me" he reached for her hand, and delicately slid the ring on her finger. "Theres one more thing."
"More?"
"Just this" he called from inside his car.
"Coffee" She shouted running towards him. "This is the best, thank you so much."
"I don't drink much coffee, but I'm pretty sure the coffee in the teachers lounge was gross."
"I'll attest to that."
"Thought you would, all though I will admit, that 'I'm going to throw up' look you had when you took a sip was almost worth the sip you made me take."
" Might I suggest showing the coffee before popping the question next time."
"You could, although, I'm not sure why It would matter, seeing as how you already said yes."
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"One colossally gigantic cup of coffee please." She took a seat at the counter of Lukes. and after banging her head against the counter a couple of times sighed a deep heavy sigh, before placing her head upon her arms.
"Bad day, I'll take it?" Luke asked, gently placing a coffee cup filled to the brim beside her head.
"Not so much bad...just different." She smiled faintly before taking a sip.
"It's not so much the getting married and having kids part, but the man I married." She responded at his questioning gaze.
"Your kidding right?"
"All guys are idiots, no offence, and I just happened to marry their king." Gulping down the rest of her coffee she proceeded to drop her head against the table.
"I'll get you some pie."
"Make it triple fudge chocolate cake, would ya?"
"Rory!" Lorelai burst in, running towards her and enveloping her into a hug. "What happened are you ok?"
"She got married" came Lukes over the shoulder reply.
"Married? Rory, honey, whats he talking about?"
"Funny, thats what my husband, Tristan, calls me."
"Thats good, considering it's your name and all."
"No, the honey part, he calls me honey."
"You got married, to Tristan, he calls you honey, I was..meeting, coffee, I need coffee. For the love of god Luke, coffee!"
After taking a long, long, long, long sip, she tried again. "You got married?"
"Yes, to Tristan."
"Ok, why?"
"School project."
"Good, thats good. School project." She mumbled falling back on the chair next to Rorys.
"Did anything else happen I should know about?"
"Do you have time?" She replied looking up at her mother for the first time.
"I got nothing but time now, I cancelled the meeting when I got your page."
"Two burgers Luke" She yelled pulling Rory towards one of the empty tables near the window. "So, tell me what happened."
"I missed the bus this morning, so I took the car. I got pulled over for speeding, I was only going 15 miles over the speed limit, I mean what was that guys deal."
"Hold on, you got pulled over? You, the Ms. Daisy driver?"
"Believe me, thats the least of it."
"MORE COFFEE LUKE !"
"Once I got into the school parking lot I raced inside, and bumped into this kid while rounding the corner. Of course, it was none other then your son in law, Tristan. Then the bell rang signaling me as late."
"Oh no, you were tardy too?"
"I'm not done. So after yelling at him for making me late, I strode into class, were I proceeded to yell at the teacher..."
"Oh no."
"Causing her to give me detention."
"Detention Rory? Cop, tardy, and a detention?"
"Plus a marriage, two kids, and oh ya, your cars out of gas."
"So, would you be completely mortified if I threw you a party? You know, in honor of making me the happiest mother ever."
"Mom!"
"I'm just kidding, we'll celebrate your detention thing later. I want to know about this marriage."
"Basically, for the next few days I have to pretend to be married to Tristan, while I carry around not one, but two eggs."
"Eggs?"
"Yes, apparently the egg child will help me realize the difficulties of having kids. And you know, as a 'stay at home mom' it could only help."
"Stay at home mom?"
"Oh ya. We had to pull out a piece of paper from this glass bowl, the paper told us our profession. It's so not fair, I got stay at home mom, while Tristan gets to be a lawyer. Not that I want to be a lawyer, but how come I'm stuck at home raising the Adams family, and he gets to be off yelling at people for a living? I want to yell at somebody."
"Where are the little ones? Oh, what are their names?"
"We get them tomorrow, we have to name them then as well."
"Grandmother Lorelai. Sounds nice."
"Mom!" She started slamming her head against the table again.
"This doesn't sound to bad, sounds like it should be fun."
"I didn't tell you the rest."
"Theres more? Still?"
"Sure, theres still the teachers lounge, and the wedding ring" She smiled flashing the ring."
"Your pleased."
"I'm not pleased, I just...I think it was sweet."
"Your starting to like him aren't you?"
"No" rolling her eyes and sighing she continued, "I just think it was nice of him. Besides how can I like someone I've spent months hating?
"Are you asking me, or yourself?"