The Stars and the Moon

Disclaimer: I own nothing which is actually quite sad.

History: Ok everything that happened in season one basically happened except Dean didn't tell Rory he loved her. This story picks up on the day after the three month anniversary date. Rory has been realizing Tristan more and more which will lead this story to be a MAJOR Trory because I am addicted. Oh and Rory will be a little slight bit OOC because well you'll see and she'll be able to play the piano and sing so yeah. Happy reading and reviews are fanflippingtabulous if you ask me. Toodles!

All day long Rory's thoughts had been plagued by haunting blue eyes and an infuriating smirk. Ever since she first thought about Tristan without think "go die" he would not get out of her head.

'God he would love to know that he can irritate me without even trying or being in the same room.'

A little voice in her head decided to pipe up and say 'but that's why you like Tristan, he pushes you, he makes you react and you're on your toes constantly.' Rory let out a frustrated shriek and threw down her worn copy of Guilty Pleasures by Laurell K. Hamilton which was not helping any. (A/N: If you haven't read it you should it is uber good.) She walked over to her closet to look for an outfit to wear tonight.

'For Dean' she kept reminding herself. 'Yeah right' Rory thought with a snort.

After about half an hour of throwing clothes around the room Rory was near hysterics.

"MOM!" Rory bellowed. There was a crash upstairs followed by pounding on the stairs which led to a very flustered Lorelai peering into Rory's mess of a room.

"Mini-me, don't do that to mommy. I though you had died or even worse found there was no coffee, or both which would be blasphemous and a tragedy because I wouldn't have a daughter or coffee to drink which would lead to my suicide and that would leave many sad people in the world."

"Mom"

"Sorry honey what's wrong?"

"I can't find anything for the party tonight. All my clothes are horrible. Who would buy any of these things? Go ahead ask me. I'll tell you someone with no fashion sense." Lorelai noticed that Rory was going to have a breakdown any minute and decided to take some action.

"Okay sweety why don't you go take a shower and relax while the mistress of clothing picks out a drop-dead gorgeous outfit that will land you a harem of men who will kiss your feet. Kay?" Without waiting for an answer Lorelai ushered Rory to the bathroom. As soon as she heard the bathroom door close she walked very quickly up the stairs, because Gilmore Girls never run, and grabbed the perfect outfit.

"I'm too good" Lorelai whispered to herself.

Meanwhile as Rory was taking her shower she managed to relax the teeniest bit but the guilt of hating her relationship with Dean and her constant thoughts about Tristan were wearing her down. As she walked to her room she prayed to God that everything would work itself out in the end.

Rory walked into her room to see her mom with a very smug grin on her face.

"What did you do now?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Did you take Luke's hat again?"

With a proud grin Lorelai said, "Nah I did that once today. It was so funny his eyes bugged out of his head and his face turned that really cool reddish-purple color and then he chased me around the diner but I had to give the hat back because he did a devilish thing. He threatened to never serve me coffee ever again." Lorelai finished with a pout. Rory sniggered because those two were so completely oblivious.

'Well so are you. You like Tristan but you're with Dean. Plus Dean's acting uber weird. Oblivious party of one?' Rory just told her brain to shut up and concentrated on her crazy mother.

"Mom, Luke could never withhold coffee from us; The Gilmore Power and all that jazz. So…Where's my outfit.?" Lorelai got her smug grin back and stepped aside. Laid out on the bed was the perfect party outfit. The top was a white, glittery baby doll top and the bottom was a black, full skirt that twirled out when you turned. The shoes were black knee high boots with a 1 ½ inch heel.

"It's perfect, he'll love it." The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them.

"Yup Dean will love it." Rory let out a sigh of relief. She realized that she was being a teensy bit paranoid but she blamed her brain for that one. Of course her mom thought she meant Dean. They were dating, reluctantly on Rory's part but dating nonetheless.

"Well I'll leave you to get ready. Dean will be here in about half an hour." Rory quickly put her clothes on and decided to blow dry her hair and curl the ends; classy yet casual. Rory snorted 'Yeah I'll be casual tonight. I'll probably be on edge throughout the whole thing.'

After putting on a minimal amount of eyeliner, a coat of mascara and clear lip gloss Rory was ready to go. Just in time for there to be a knock on the door.

'Well here goes… just about everything' she thought as she left her room. Rory grabbed her coat and stepped into a very interesting night.