He'd be a fool not to…
Lorelai woke Monday morning with a cheery feeling flowing inside her. She wanted to jump out of bed and sing to the birds in the trees and welcome the sun to another beautiful day. With a huge smile she got out of her cozy bed and slipped into her blue puffy bathrobe and her matching slippers. Shuffling down the stairs and into the kitchen, she hummed a random tune from 'The Little Mermaid', her favourite Disney movie. She turned on her coffee maker patting him, Bert, lovingly on his 'head' before walking off into the living room. Being in the good mood she was, she picked up all the stray magazines from the coffee table, the floor and the couch. After returning them to their regular place and fixing up the couch itself she heard the coffee machine finish. Hurriedly she jogged to the machine and poured herself a cup of hot java. She sipped at it for a moment in pure ecstasy before filling another cup and walking into her daughter's bedroom. She placed the cup on the night side table, knowing without a doubt that Rory wouldn't not wake up to the smell of coffee.
Lorelai plopped herself down onto a chair at the kitchen table and opened a box of pop tarts that were lying there. She took out one and stuck it in her mouth, and then she took out another for Rory and placed it on a napkin beside her. Still humming she ate the pop tart and true enough she heard the soft padding of feet come out of Rory's room. Looking up she beamed at her daughter who returned it and sat down next to her. The two ate their breakfast slowly, savouring the taste of their coffee and pop tarts, two of their favourite things to eat.
"So are we going to Luke's this morning?" Rory asked, trying to keep the discussion casual. She so did not want to talk about anything relating to Tristin right now. She was beyond nervous.
Lorelai almost choked on her pop tart. "Since when do you even have to ask? Going to Luke's has been a tradition for us…its bigger then Christmas!" she exclaimed, her inner drama queen coming out.
Rory giggled happy her mom wasn't going to question her about anything. The night before had been hard enough. Rory hadn't thought so hard about anything, not even school work. She was pretty sure she'd fried her brain in the process but it all resulted in good things. Rory now had the support of her mom and the two had come up with many different scenarios that would help Rory this morning at school. But even with all the preparation Rory still felt like her stomach was the new cage for Dudley the Dragon or some animal just as large.
"Okay I get it, we're going to Luke's," she said, surrendering herself in a joking manner. "I'm just gonna get ready," she said this in an almost constricted voice.
Lorelai smiled encouragingly at her daughter and patted her on the shoulder as she walked by. She couldn't even come to terms with how nervous and anxious Rory must be feeling right now. She, herself, was worried enough for the both of them but she did admire her daughter's courage. Rory was going to surrender herself to someone who is her complete opposite. Lorelai closed her eyes and breathed in trying to calm herself down and be strong and supportive for Rory.
Meanwhile in her room Rory was standing in front of her mirror. This was something she did every day but she'd never in the longest time stood there for about ten minutes fixing her hair and her uniform. She couldn't place it but she felt as if she needed to be more like the girls at Chilton if she was going to date Tristin. She'd never felt self-conscious before this. She'd always been told she was beautiful but never believed it. If she was truthful with herself she knew she was pretty. Once again her hand went to fix her hair but she stopped herself. This was crazy; she wasn't going to change her appearance for a guy, even if this guy happened to be the king of Chilton. So with one final look she picked up her back pack and walked out of the room and into the kitchen.
"I'm ready," she announced and her mother bounced out of her seat and out the front door.
The girls walked drove to Luke's in record speed, both having a huge craving for the flannel mans coffee. After they parked the car they both hurried into the diner and took seats at the counter.
"Luke!" Lorelai called.
Luke came out of the kitchen with his usual gruff scowl on. He saw the two Gilmore's and turned around trying to sneak back into the kitchen.
"Luke! We need our coffee!" Lorelai whined, using her puppy dog eyes on him.
Groaning Luke walked over to the coffee machine and poured two cups. He handed them to the mother and daughter and retreated back into the kitchen saying something about how they would die young.
"So what's the plan for today?" Lorelai asked, turning on her stool to face Rory.
Her daughter cringed at the question. "I don't know. I don't think I can do it," she exclaimed worriedly.
Lorelai smiled reassuringly. "Yes you can. It's not that hard."
Rory's blue eyes went wide when she realized something. "Mom how can you be so confident about this? Tristin didn't even call me all weekend! What if he regrets it or…"
Lorelai placed her hand over Rory's mouth stopping her rant. "Ror, hon, I might not be Tristin's number one fan or anything but I know for sure that he doesn't regret what happened."
Rory breathed in and moved her mom's hand away from her mouth. "And again I ask how can you be so sure?"
"Rory I was brought up in the same world as Tristin, which means I can read him pretty well," she patted Rory's knee gently. "And I know for sure that Bible Boy was truly happy on Friday. Not even someone who lives in the Hartford high society could fake that kind of emotion."
Rory smiled graciously at her mom. She was slowly regaining some of the confidence she'd had on Friday. Although she was sure it didn't matter…once she saw Tristin at school it would all melt away. "Thanks mom," Rory said.
Lorelai just shrugged it off. "Luke we need more coffee!" she yelled into the kitchen holding out her empty mug.
Luke walked into the diner, drying a mug off with an old rag. He looked confusedly at the two girls and then up at the clock on the wall. "What are you two still doing here?" he asked them.
Lorelai looked up at the clock and gasped. "Oh no! Rory we must have slept in or something!"
Rory's attention snapped over to the clock also and she almost choked on the muffin she'd taken from Luke's counter. "Oh no, my bus! I missed my bus!" she exclaimed, her good mood disappearing.
Lorelai went straight into thinking mode and came up with a plan. "Okay here take the jeep," she handed Rory the keys for the car. "And please don't hit a deer this time!" she told her daughter who was already heading out the door.
"I'm telling you, it hit me!" Rory exclaimed before waving to her mom and Luke and hurrying over to the jeep.
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Percussion
Strings
Winds
Words
Tristin had hurried to school that morning. He'd positioned himself at the end of the hall, facing the doors he knew she would come in. He'd been talking with his friends for about 15 minutes now, but he really wasn't paying much attention. All he could think about, all he'd thought about for the whole weekend had been the feeling of having Rory in his arms.
His father had made him go to social functions and meetings at the club all weekend. His father had been mad at him all weekend and he let Tristin be sure of that. He'd threatened him that if he didn't pull his grades up and start acting like a Dugrey then he would find himself on a plane heading North Carolina.
Tristin had been thankful that his dad had let him stay but he knew it wasn't his decision. If his dad had his way Tristin probably never would have been born. They'd already had the perfect son, why would they need another one? His grandfather was the one who made Carter Dugrey leave his son alone. Tristin's dad hated the fact that he was still being controlled by his father, but Tristin loved it. And it was because Tristin's grandfather was the only person in his family whom he respected and actually cared for. And he loved the fact that he was in charge of the family and not his father.
But when he realized that his dad wasn't leaving him any free time he'd gotten really mad at his dad. And that was why he'd gotten here so early. He hadn't had the chance of talking to Rory all weekend. Never mind not being able to hold her or kiss her.
And then he saw her. She walked into the school, her blue eyes twinkling with happiness and her smile stretching wide. She looked even more beautiful then she normally did and all Tristin could do was remind himself to breathe. She gracefully walked over to her locker which was just by the front doors, still not aware of his unwavering stare. He kept on watching her, the urge to run over and wrap her up in his arms was becoming almost impossible to resist.
There
you see her
Sitting there across the way
She don't got a
lot to say
But there's something about her
He excused himself from his friends and pushed away from the lockers on which he'd been leaning against. He sauntered towards Rory's locker, not even noticing all the girls trying to get his attention. He'd never understood how Rory could do that. Make him forget about everything and everyone, and make him focus just on her. He knew as he watched her remove all the books she'd need for the morning that he had changed and that she had changed him.
And you
don't know why
But you're dying to try
You wanna kiss the
girl
He'd made his way to her locker and leaned up against the one beside it. She had yet to notice him so he took the time to memorize her. He loved everything about her. The way her coffee coloured hair would always fall in her eyes and shield her face from others, the way she would bite her lip when she was thinking real hard about something or if she was nervous, the way her eyes sparkled and shined with happiness or amusement, the way her innocence wrapped around her, the way he could make her blush with one comment. But most of all he loved the way everything about her drove him crazy.
Yes,
you want her
Look at her, you know you do
It's possible she
wants you, too
There is one way to ask her
It don't take a
word
Not a single word
Go on and kiss the girl
He'd thought all weekend about if Rory regretted what had happened between them. He'd known that they had probably gone a little fast for her but he just couldn't control himself around her. And now that he'd tasted her, he knew he was a goner. He was addicted to her. He also knew that if she told him that she regretted it and that she wanted them to be friends, his heart would break into a million pieces.
Sing
with me now
Sha-la-la-la-la-la
My, oh, my
Look at the boy
too shy
He ain't gonna kiss the girl
Sha-la-la-la-la-la
Ain't that sad
Ain't it a shame, too bad
You gonna
miss the girl
She dropped down to her knees and zipped up her bag. He gulped nervously –one trait he'd thought he'd never possess- and watched as she stood up and finally noticed him. He saw a hundred different emotions flash in her blue depths. First was surprise and the last one, the strongest one was apprehension.
She finally straightened out and desperate for something to do she closed her locker and slowly locked it. He watched her closely; he could see her take in a breath and close her eyes for a moment before she turned to face him completely. Blue met blue. Tristin couldn't help but smirk at how nervous she was – such nervousness making is attraction for her grow.
Rory blushed at the smirk, not so much the action of it but the urge that almost took over her. She'd known it would be hard to face him buts she hadn't known it would be this hard. And did he have to look so good? Well sure he was wearing the same uniform as every other guy at Chilton but he made it sexy. The way he had the first couple of buttons of his shirt undone and the way his tie hung loosely around his neck. His oh-so-soft blonde hair was as unruly as ever and Rory itched to run her fingers through it again. But it was the way he was leaning that really did it for her. Tristin had this way of leaning, not one guy at this school could do it as good as Tristin. But today he was doing it with a sexy devil may care attitude and it made Rory forget everything she'd planned.
Now's your moment
Floating in a blue lagoon
Boy you better do it soon
No time will be better
She don't say a word
And she won't say a word until you,
Kiss the girl
Rory offered him a small smile and he gladly returned it. All around them people talked loudly and yelled to others down the hall, banged on their lockers and dropped their heavy textbooks on the ground, but Tristin and Rory didn't hear any of it. They were lost in each other. They once again fell into the same trance that had taken over them on Friday and the thought of that made another blush settle on Rory's cheeks. She ducked her head and let her hair fall in front of her eyes, shielding herself from his penetrating gaze. She always felt like he was looking deep into her being and finding the answers to all of his questions.
Tristin on the other hand was now almost certain that she didn't regret anything that happened between them. If she did she would have already come out and said it was a mistake or something like that. He smiled at that thought because he was finally in the position he'd wanted to be in ever since he figured out that she was more then a conquest or a challenge. He noticed her blush and couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking about. He voiced that thought, knowing he would have had to talk first anyway.
"What you thinking in that pretty little head of yours, Mary?" The question fell from his lips smoothly but coated with so much adoration. His nickname for her was not annoying anymore and she thought of it as more of an endearment or a pet name.
"Thinking about Friday," she told him, still looking at her shoes, her blush getting redder. She saw him shift and curiously lifted her eyes to meet his once again. She gasped at how close he was, his deep blue eyes searching for hers. She knew there was double meaning to what she'd just said and she knew from the intensity of his gaze that he'd understood it perfectly. She didn't regret Friday, not at all.
Sha-la-la-la-la-la
Don't be scared
You got the mood prepared
Go on and
kiss the girl
Sha-la-la-la-la-la
Don't stop now
Don't
try to hide it how
You wanna kiss the girl
Tristin lowered his gaze, glancing at her small, glossy lips and unconsciously licking his own. Rory felt a tingle shoot through her, than she felt his large hand take hold of hers. A wave of heat overtook her body and she found herself moving closer to him. He slowly brought his eyes back to hers and that warm feeling in the pit of her stomach grew and grew and when he flashed her his trademark smirk it exploded like a volcano. Without thinking about it she came even closer to him and tentatively placed her free hand on his chest. She could feel his stomach muscles tighten underneath her palm and saw his eyes flash with desire. And before she knew what was happening he snaked his free arm around her waist and pulled her to him making her bump into him.
Sha-la-la-la-la-la
Float along
Listen to the song
The song say kiss the girl
Sha-la-la-la-la-la
Music play
Do what the music say
You
wanna kiss the girl
Rory gasped at the sudden contact and lowered her hand shyly. Tristin chuckled softly; he took his hand out of hers and brought his finger up to her chin. He gently brought her chin up and gave her a boyish grin. He trailed his finger up to her lips and traced them before letting it go up to her cheek. Ever so slowly, he backed her up until she hit the lockers. Taking in a deep breath and trying to calm herself down, Rory wound both her arms around his neck and pulled him closer.
You've
got to kiss the girl
You wanna kiss the girl
You've gotta kiss
the girl
Go on and kiss the girl
She stared into his blue eyes, beckoning him closer. He leaned forward and let his hand, that had been resting on her cheek, delve into her velvety soft hair. They both closed their eyes and unaware of the crowd watching their every move, their lips met.
She felt all the same emotions come right back to her from Friday, and she moaned slightly at the electricity shooting through her. She parted her lips a little and his tongue instantly ran along her upper lip begging for entrance, which she granted him. Tristin was in heaven once again, he practically growled and pulled her closer to him, never wanting to let her go. She lifted her hands from his neck and ran them through his hair, grasping at the base of his head and pushing him harder against her. Tristin's emotions were running wild, he couldn't control himself. He trailed one and down her side and possessively gripped her hips. He passionately sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and when she moaned he took the opportunity to once again plunder her hot mouth with his tongue.
Although her mind was clouded and hazy, Rory still registered that she needed to breathe badly. So she brought her hands down to his chest and applied a slight amount of pressure, pushing him back. Tristin knew what she was doing, but he didn't want to stop, not now not ever. He groaned in protest, and started to kiss her more softly, hoping she wouldn't push him away completely. She pushed a little harder this time and Tristin finally broke away from her. He kept her in his arms and rested his forehead against hers, breathing in violently.
Copying his actions Rory felt her cheeks grow hot. She'd never before done anything like that with Dean, never even thought of doing something like that. Sure they'd kissed and gone a little further –first base probably. But that had been after a long time and now she'd just made out with Tristin in the middle of a hallway…
"Oh my God!" she whispered harshly her eyes widening and her blush darkening. Tristin pulled his head away from hers but still maintained contact, he looked over her trying to find out what was wrong but he couldn't see anything.
"What? What's wrong?" he asked, worry shining through his eyes.
Rory couldn't bring herself to say anything. She just nodded her head to behind him before burying it in his chest, trying to hide from the world, her embarrassment threatening to overwhelm her. Tristin's hand came up and gently comb through her silky tresses trying to comfort her. He turned his head around and instantly everyone who had been watching them turned around or left, not wanting to get caught by the King of Chilton. Anger slowly boiled inside of him, he used to love it when people watched him with his flavour of the week…but this was Rory and he wanted to shield her from that kind of stuff. He really didn't care himself, but if something hurt Rory or made Rory uncomfortable then he'd be damned if he didn't do something about it.
"Hey, it's okay. Their gone," he whispered soothingly, placing a gentle kiss on her head.
Rory lifted her head up from his shirt, peeking behind him and saw that indeed no one was watching them anymore. She smiled gratefully and turned her head up to look at him again, her cheeks still flushed. She was about to say something when the bell rang. Tristin groaned, his forehead coming to rest against hers again.
Rory laughed softly. "Tristin, we have to get to class," she told him gently, bringing her hand up to his hair, loving how soft it was.
He reluctantly pulled away from her, his body going cold at the sudden lack of heat her body had been supplying him with. He groaned out of displeasure but still bent down to pick up her bag off the floor. She protested but he remained adamant and she finally gave in. He walked her to her first period class.
"I'll see you in second period," he told her, backing her up against the wall beside her door.
Rory blushed, her mind screaming at her to push him away because she could feel the stares they were receiving, but her body betrayed her and she found her rebellious hands traveling up his chest again to tangle in his hair. He smiled a genuine smile and bent down to place a loving kiss on her soft lips. Pulling away before he got lost in her again, he gave her her bag and pulled away.
Rory stood their, rooted to the spot watching him saunter down the hall. She mentally slapped herself for forgetting everything she'd planned on telling him. She spilled into class right before the second bell rang and seat herself in her assigned seat. She resigned to tell him at lunch.
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The lyrics in this chapter were from The Little Mermaid, 'Kiss the girl'. I hope everyone liked this chapter, and the trory action in it!
NE way, thanks to everyone who reviewed and please review this one to…I live off of the reviews,
-Ella