Excuses, excuses, never one to satisfy. I am lazy, incompetent, inconsistent, but very determined to finish anything I start.
Okay so marty and logan are going to be a little OC – ish I am warning you. but I don't think that theres enough of their characters' for you to really tell.
Disclaimer: The day I own Gilmore Girls is the day when my sister will buy a britney spears cd and like it, which means never. (no offense to britney spears fans, you just never know who you offend when you say things that might in some way be offensive!)
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'So food now? Rory looked hopefully up onto Tristan's face. But right before her blue eyes met his, she almost fell off her perched seat with laughter.
'T-Tristan. . . .' She stuttered, ' Y - you h - have a - a -' Stopping to breathe she finally let out the ever needed explanation.
'A what, Mary dear?'
'A mustache!' At the moment though, after the next bubble of laughter, she was laughing so damn hard she fell sideways off the cushy couch and crashed straight into the coffee table.
'Um, Rory? Are you okay?' Tristan asked hesitantly, wondering just exactly what in hell had gotten into her.
He was rewarded with a chuckle and a slight moan. 'hehe, yes, oh I think.' Sitting back up, and while straightening her back she suddenly stopped and looked slyly at Tristan.
'Mary what is it? Is there something wrong with my delicate features?' Touching his cheek gently, he looked directly at her as if he could pull the answer out of hergigglingsky blue eyes.
'B – but you h – have a coff - ffee coloured mustache!' And once again she started to laugh, this time a series of hiccups intertwined with those jingle bell bouts of laughter.
'What? I don't - -' Lifting his hand to his upper lip he felt the warm moisture of hot coffee.
'Ha! See? I told you! Hahahaha—' Her laughter was quickly cut short by a frustrated Tristan tackling her into the sofa.
'Oh, ahhhh, get off! Tristan!' His Mary cried playfully, swatting him, while they tussled.
After an extremely long while, and coming to a stop, they found themselves in a quite compromising position.
Tristan smirked down at Rory, who was sprawled messily on the floor, his hands holding her wrists above her head. She looked so. . . . . . so. . .angelic. Her hair was splayed about her head, the smooth waves tangled in the carpet.
Lowering his head, Tristan put his lips on hers.
:Flashback:
'Logan can you grab the rest of the boxes off the truck?' Rory threw the words over her shoulder, as she walked into the dorm.
'Doesn't look like you're giving me much of a choice,are you Ace?' Logan muttered as she disappeared out of sight.
Marty shrugged, and followed Rory into the building, laeving Logan staring rather tiredlyat the large amout of things still laying in the back of the truck.
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Coming closer, Tristan could see there were two men with Rory. A thinner dark haired one, who walked after her in to the dorm, and a muscular sandy blonde standing looking forlorn andmuttering to himself.
He shrugged his shoulders' back and strode towards the blonde man.
' Hi, I'm Tristan DuGray, and I was wondering, is there a Miss Rory Gilmore in residence?' Tristan said in his haughtiest tone.
Turning, Logan held out a hand. ' Logan Huntzberger,' he definitely recognized this man. 'Ah, I believe we might have met before, you seem familiar.'
'Let's not get off the subject -'
'Tristan?' Rory was incredulous, Tristan DuGray was here? At Yale? And why was he talking to Logan?
Engulfing the still stunned Rory in a hug, he cried, ' Mary!'
Stepping back Rory blushed, ' Not so much anymore. . . .'
' Lover - boy?' Tristan asked, motioning with his hands in Logan's direction.
' Dean.' She replied clasping her hands together and fiddling with her thumbs.
' Ah, bag – boy. Happy to see you're not with him anymore.'
Sensing her discomfort, Logan draped an arm around her. ' But she is with me.'
Tristan scowled, ' Yes, well that is obvious.'
Rory, nuzzled Logan's cheek, and theybothsmiled contently like the happy lover's they were.
'After moving everything inside we were going to go out for coffee, would you like to join us?'
' Yes of course.' Even if he couldn't have his Mary now, this relationship surely wouldn't last, and he would be there when it ended, the kind, caring friend. He smirked, Tristan DuGray always got what he wanted. . . .
:Flashback end:
Rory melted into the kiss, having his mouth on her's, she forgot all the previous nights' happenings.Thekisswas sweet and soft and his lips were just to perfect. . . .
Suddenly wide eyed, she pushed him away.
'I'm so, so sorry Tristan. . . . .It's just so soon. . . and I can't, I can't. . . .' And leaning over on from her sitting position on the floor, with her head in her hands Rory started to cry.
For a few moments Tristan was shocked, it had been going so well, actually, to well. He knew that she and Logan had only just broken up, and it was just to soon. . .
But after one look at her tear -stained face, Tristan sighed, and rubbing her back, he murmured, 'Its okay I understand, Its okay, it's okay, it's okay.'
Feeling slightly like a broken record, he stopped and brought her to rest against his chest. And resting his chin on her shoulder, he thought that maybe in the near future, his Mary would be truly his.
Okay this is finito! finito finito! but! maybe I'll write a sequel, I have the plot for that in mind. . . . . . . And I hope that I inspired you to review! Oh yeah and tell me if you don't think I should bother writing a sequel, like 'this story is to perfect, don't ruin it by writing more!'
'Till next time my darlings, till next time. . . . . . .