Hello again! Sorry It took so long! By the way Haleth Aldea is my sister. Hola sister! Muah! (She thinks I don't take criticism very well) But I do, I do! I apologise profusely for taking so long. But I'm a slow writer . Anyway as always I hope you enjoy! Also also also Rory never left Yale and never stole the yacht.

Walking back towards his dorm–room, and Rory, Tristan smiled.

'Mare, baby, I have coffee!' Tristan called as he walked back into the dorm - room. Turning his head he heard two spoken declarations.

'Yay! Coffee!' and 'My name is R O R Y,' were shouted subsequently while Rory appeared into view.

Taking the coffee mug into her hands, she blew carefully on the tope, sending ripples along the creamy coloured surface.

'Also I should have you know I'm not your baby,'

Though I was someone's Ace. She backed up almost into the sofa and fell clumsily into the cushions. The room smelled like pine, a small tree was in the corner, draped with red and green ribbons.

I walked right into that situation. I should have known he couldn't handle an exclusive relationship!

They had just started to become serious. The 'no strings attached' thing had worn off and they had really been in love………

'Earth to Mary – Rory are you there?' Tristan looked questioningly into her face.

'Oh yeah, sure, I assume you got some coffee for yourself as well?' She asked, tilting her head towards him.

'Yes indeedy I did.' Discreetly moving so he sat next to Rory on the sofa, Tristan put his arm around her shoulders.

'So are ya going to tell me what happened last night?'

'What do you mean?' She was avoiding the question, and he knew it.

'Come on Mare, You know you should tell me. Why were you huddled in the snow like that? And on Christmas Eve? Weren't you supposed to be with Logan?' He spoke her boyfriends name with quiet disdain. He really didn't like Logan, or trust him. Nobody could switch so fast, one day a playboy the next a commitment buff.

'Nothing happened okay? Everything's fine!' Rory glared at him over her coffee cup as she lifted it to her mouth..

'Look Rory you're going to have to do better than that because something did happen and all I want to do is make sure that you're all right and god help me if Logan hurt you in any way I'll kill him!' Tristan took a breath; slightly panting from what seemed never – ending words.

Rory looked at him, startled. She had never seen this side of Tristan, not to say she didn't like it.

'I don't want to talk about it now. Hell, it's Christmas! Let's have some fun and be festive!' Rory said with a smile.

'Don't swear, Mary you'll get sent straight to hell for that, and especially on Christmas!' Tristan scolded.

Her cheerful ness seemed a little bit forced, but he didn't mind. As long as she was upbeat, he could find out what had happened later.

So they sat together, smiles playing on their lips, laughing, talking, and Rory steering the conversation away whenever it came even close to Logan or the night before.

Flashback

The first day of Yale, Rory sighed. Only one year left after this, and then. . . . . . .

'Hey Rory!' She turned to see Marty standing there, holding a huge cardboard box with other random necessities piled on top, in his hands.

'Hiya Marty, need some help?' He looked really unbalanced, so unstable, it was comical.

'Yes. Please help me, I feel like Ginger Rogers after one to many shots.' Rory could just make out the top of his head over the mound of stuff.

'Sure. Here come on.'

She awkwardly took the first foot or so of things resting on the yellow cardboard box.

'Wait, so how are we supposed to get in now?' They both looked helplessly at the locked wooden doors leading into their dorm.

'Oh shit' Marty cursed. 'You can't put that stuff down it might break, and I can't--'

'I believe I may be of service?'

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Tristan had been slowly navigating his way around the Yale campus, trying to find the dorm which was supposed to be his new living space until May. Stumbling around, his suitcases and furniture were coming to morrow, so today was left to settle in as soon as he could and hopefully meet his new room mate.

He turned the map in his hands around again, trying to make some sense of it. There was a huge rip down the middle of it, where his dorm – key had apparently met the map in Tristan's coat pocket earlier.

Looking down at the map again he sighed, this year didn't seem to be starting any better than the last had.

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'Logan! Thank god! Wait, do you have a key to this dorm?' Rory asked frantically, while giving him a look of pure gratitude.

'Yup, I do Ace. As a matter of fact I'm going to be living here, just so I could be close to you.' Logan replied, dodging the luggage and giving Rory a swift kiss on the lips.

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Finally Tristan had found the correct building. It was huge and easily more than a hundred years old. He could only hope it had air conditioning.

Moving closer to the tall building he saw two figures standing, holding an insane amount of things in their arms, looking warily at the set of wooden doors.

Suddenly a third person walked towards them, smiling and twirling a key in his hand.

Tristan scowled. Why was he watching this? He had things to do and walking into closer view of the before said people, he realized that the young woman was none other than his beloved Lorelai, Rory, Gilmore.

Anyway! I hope y'all liked it! And could someone please review my story 'First Snowfall'? It has no reviews! Its pathetic! Also also review this too!