One Night's Mistake
By: RoxyRoo
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: A story of how one night's mistake, can ruin the lives of two people.
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Chapter Eighteen
Rory sighed the next morning, turning the small slip of paper over in her hands.
"Ruby's Coffee"
She had been up part of the night debating whether she should go or not. A part of her wanted to, as part of her still loved Logan. However another part of her did not want to be anywhere near the coffee shop.
What about Tristan?
That was what the other part of her kept asking. She kept trying to squash this thought however. Had they or had they not agreed that they could see other people during this false marriage? Just as long as they took them out of Hartford. This was just simply meeting an old friend. If her and Logan did decide to get back together, then they would make sure to leave town when ever they got together. She doubted that would happen though. She was not too sure if her heart could take Logan Huntzberger again.
However, then he had to kiss her, she thought as she unconsciously put her fingers to her lips. It felt familiar, but wrong?
Rory sighed again, standing up. She placed the piece of paper on her bedside table, before deciding to go make some coffee.
She stopped, surprised as she saw Tristan sitting on the couch in plaid pajama pants and a white t-shirt, with a big bowl of cocoa puffs on his lap and his feet kicked up on the coffee table, as he watched the Saturday morning cartoons. She could not help the small smile that came to her face at the sight of him, he looked so much like a little boy with the ruffled bed hair. Shaking her head, she continued onto the kitchen, stopping in her tracks. There was already a pot of coffee made.
"I just put a pot in not long ago," Tristan called out from his spot in the living room, knowing exactly what she would be going in for.
"Thank you," Rory said softly, surprised. This was something that was common for him to do before the whole incident. But since it happened, things changed, as she had told him the morning before. Maybe he took it to heart.
After pouring some into her mug, she took it out to the living room, settling herself in the chair.
Tristan glanced at her before putting a spoon full of cereal in his mouth.
"So what are you doing today?" Tristan asked after swallowing.
Rory shrugged her shoulders. "Probably work on some articles for the paper."
Tristan nodded his head.
"What about you? Don't you have work?" Rory asked, curious as to why he was still here.
"Nope, needed a day off."
Rory nodded her head, as they both fell into silence. The only sound coming from the television.
When he finished his cereal, Tristan got up to put his bowl away. "Want anything while I'm out here?"
"Just a poptart," Rory answered.
Tristan soon came back handing her a plate.
"What's that," Rory asked staring at the plate, while trying to unsuccessfully raise her right eyebrow.
"A poptart," Tristan answered, flopping back into the spot he was in before.
"Not that, that," Rory pointed.
"A plate?" Tristan asked innocently, while Rory narrowed her eyes at him. "Fine, it's the other half of the grapefruit I had this morning. I've seen some of the stuff you've brought into this place, and what you have been eating. Might I say, none of it has been too healthy."
"So you're trying to make me eat healthy?" Rory asked with an amused expression on her face.
Tristan nodded his head.
"Sorry, but it has not worked all the times that Luke has tried," Rory said, taking her poptart, before handing the plate which contained the grapefruit back to Tristan. "My mom has never eaten healthy and she turned out perfectly fine."
Tristan snorted, earning a glare from Rory.
They were interrupted by Rory's cell phone playing a song, signaling a call. Glancing at the caller id before answering, she flipped it open.
"Hi mom."
"Hey babe," Lorelai sang cheerfully. "What are you up to today?"
"Nothing really," Rory said, examining her nails as she talked.
"Well, why don't you come and visit your mom for the day then," Lorelai suggested. "And bring that beautiful husband of yours with you."
Rory glanced towards Tristan, who seemed oblivious to what was happening. Too wrap up on whether the coyote would finally drop an anvil on the roadrunner or not. She had not told her mom about what had happen between the two, nor that they were barely on speaking terms.
"I'll come over mom, but I doubt Tristan can," Rory said, noticing Tristan's head jerk her way at the mention of his name. "Today is his day off, and he hasn't had any for awhile, I doubt he wants to spend it in Stars Hollow."
"Of course he would!" Lorelai said in an all knowing voice. "Just ask him."
Rory rolled her eyes, covering the mouth piece of the phone with her shoulder. "Do you want to spend the day in Stars Hollow with my mom and me? You don't have to if you don't want too, as I know today is your day off."
Tristan shrugged. "Sounds fine to me. Better than sitting in front of the TV all day."
Rory put the phone back to her ear. "We'll be there in a little bit."
"Goody goody gumdrops!" Lorelai squealed.
"Bye mom," Rory said, shaking her head, as she hung up.
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Rory chewed on her bottom lip during the car ride to Stars Hollow. She debated about telling Tristan about Logan, as she did not want him hearing from somewhere else. However she just could not bring herself to say it. She had the feeling that it would just hurt him if she told him. Had it, or had it not been part of their arrangement to date who they want?
Rory sighed, leaning her forehead against the window in frustration.
Tristan glanced over at her worriedly. "You alright?"
She sat back up, and managed to give him a forced small smile. "Yeah... Just stress from school and the paper."
Chicken! She could not help but scold herself. She had the perfect opportunity to mention it to him, and what did she do? Chicken out...
"Well, maybe I'm not the only one who needs a break today, huh?" he smirked at her, before turning back to the road.
"Yeah..." Rory sighed, as they drove along the familiar roads of her hometown.
"Mini Me!" Lorelai squealed, running out of the house, as their car pulled into the driveway.
"Mommy!" Rory squealed, jumping out of the car before Tristan even had a chance to turn it off to run into her mother's awaiting arms.
Tristan got out of the car smirking. You would think that it had months, years even since they had last seen each other, when in truth it was only one week.
"So what's new with you?" Lorelai asked, as they linked arms, heading into the house. Tristan trailed behind the two. "How's married life treating you? Sex good?"
"Mom!"
"What, not getting any? Or is he that bad in bed?"
"Hey!" Tristan protested, as they entered in the house.
Rory shook her head. "Everything is going fine mom... Well, other than Tristan trying to make me eat healthy. He tried to make me eat a grapefruit this morning. Also, when he fixed dinner one night, he put salad on my plate-"
"Hold it, he fixed you dinner?" Lorelai asked shocked as they all sat down.
"He fixed me dinner."
"He cooks? Was it edible?"
"Yes, I'm still here today to talk about it, so no poison."
"Are you sure that it just doesn't take time to pass through the body, before taking effect?"
"Aww shucks, I forgot to take out that life insurance on you first," Tristan winked at Rory. "Maybe I should just cook for you two tonight if you really don't believe it?"
"Oh, will you?" Lorelai asked excitedly.
Tristan chuckled. "Sure. Let me just see what you have in your fridge."
"Wow, we sure know how to pick 'em, don't we?" Lorelai nudged Rory, as they followed him into the kitchen. "Him and Luke can both cook for us in our old age."
"There is nothing in here!" Tristan said in shock.
"Sure there is," Lorelai said. "There's some left over pizza, Chinese, some goo, that I have no idea what it is."
Tristan glared at her. "As I said, nothing."
"We can go shopping," Rory suggested.
"Ohh! Road trip!" Lorelai cheered.
"Mom, the store is like two minutes away," Rory pointed out.
"Yeah, but it just seemed like something to say," Lorelai pouted.
Rory rolled her eyes as they left.
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"Your mom has too much energy," Tristan said, shaking his head as they entered Doosie's. Lorelai was currently at Luke's begging for coffee.
"I know," Rory said cheerfully. "So what are you fixing?"
"I was thinking lasagna, as that's my main specialty."
"Sounds good to me," Rory laughed. She loved this. They were actually getting along again, like how they were before. She just hoped it could stay like this, even though she knew nothing ever stayed perfect. Well, she could hold off on telling him about Logan at least.
Tristan grabbed a cart as he started going through the aisles, putting what he needed in it as he went.
He started feeling frustrated when he was unable to find his last ingredient, garlic. He had everything else.
"Excuse me, can tell me where the garlic is?" he asked a man who was knelt down stocking a shelf.
The man stood up slowly, taking in Tristan.
"Bag boy?" Tristan asked in disbelief. "You still work here?"
"What are you doing here, accountant?" Dean asked bitterly.
Tristan smirked. "Just cooking dinner for my lovely wife and mother in law tonight, and needed a few things."
"Some poor girl actually married you?" Dean mocked.
Tristan's smirk just grew wider. Obviously he had not heard about him and Rory.
"Hey Tris, I thought Tiramousse for dese-- uh, hi Dean," Rory said big eyed when she took notice of him.
"Rory?" Dean asked in shock, and hurt. "You're married to him?"
Rory looked away.
"Well, I hope you two are very happy together," Dean said sarcastically. "I'm taking my break." Dean walked away, taking off his apron as he left.
"Well, that went well," Tristan said thoughtfully.
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AN: For those who don't read my other stories, I now have a blog which will let you know when updates are coming for my stories, give sneak peaks into new stuff, etc. It's also so I won't put really long AN's... lol. It can be found in my profile. Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed, and make sure to review!