Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls, just borrowing it for a while...
He'd be a Fool Not To
Rory walked into Chilton with a huge smile on her face. Usually coming into this school, or hell like she thought of it as, was enough to make her smile slip into a frown. But not today, because today she'd made up with her mom, she'd be able to be with Tristin and not feel guilty and nothing could get that smile of her face. Not even the test they had in Trig that she'd forgotten about…
"Oh no!" she exclaimed and rushed towards her locker, hoping to get in some last minute studying. But when she got to her locker she knew all hope was lost. Not only was Tristin there but so was Paris and they were bickering non-stop.
"…it's disrespectful!" Paris finished, letting Rory catch the tail end only.
"Disrespectful?" Tristin questioned, finding much amusement in the situation.
"Yes and not only that, it's a danger to the entire student body and you!"
"Well Paris," he said, leaning forward, "I didn't know you cared."
"Did you even listen to me?" she asked feverishly, her face turning red with anger and frustration.
Rory decided to cut in and walked up to the both of them. "You should know by now Paris that Tristin blocks out everything that isn't about him," she said smartly.
"Well can you blame me?" Tristin asked, looking down at Rory, his smirk turning into a genuine smile.
"Yes," Rory stated simply while she ditched some of her books for the ones she would need. "And it's not like that head of yours needs anymore inflating."
"What about my head, sweet Mary?" he asked smoothly, his fingers lightly brushing up against her back, the ends of her hair tickling his skin.
"Nothing," she replied innocently and shut her locker. "I'm just surprised you can still stand upright," she said while walking off with Paris.
Tristin smirked and picked up his bag before walking with them. He was about to grab Rory's bag but she shrugged it out of his reach, sending him a glare. He shook his head but instead snaked his arm around her shoulders.
"I'll have you know that I have no problem standing at all."
"Yeah not right now but we still have little more then two years of school left," she informed, a grin forming on her lips.
"Mary, Mary, Mary…"
"Oh would you two stop already!" Paris exclaimed suddenly making them both jump and Tristin stop mid sentence. "We're not on Dawson's Creek! This isn't some teen schmooze fest!" she shouted, walking off in a huff. "And tie up your shoes!" she yelled over her shoulder at Tristin.
Rory and Tristin exchanged a look before watching Paris disappear into her and Rory's period classroom down the hall. Rory couldn't help it anymore and burst out laughing, looking from Tristin to his shoes and then back again.
"So that's what you were fighting about?" she asked, trying to catch her breath.
"Yeah," he answered just shifting on his feet and not bothering to tie up the laces. Suddenly when looking up at Rory he got a confused and worried look on his face. "Hey, what happened yesterday?"
"You mean this morning?" Rory corrected him but Tristin only frowned. "I only saw my mom this morning."
"Right," Tristin drawled and started walking again. "And how'd that go?" He wasn't exactly sure but from her mood he thought something good must have happened.
Rory smiled, not being able to help it. "We talked."
"You talked?" he echoed her, obviously wanting something more then that.
"She apologized and actually admitted that you people maybe weren't so bad," she told him gleefully.
"My people?" he questioned amused.
"Yeah you know, high society, trust fund kids," she explained laughing when his only reacting was to shrug. "But you probably shouldn't come over for a while."
Tristin looked mildly disappointed though he did understand why that would be necessary. Then his smirk returned to its rightful place and he leaned closer to her. "I guess you'll just have to spend more time at my place," he told her, his hot breath sending shocks through her system.
Rory felt herself go red from the neck up at his words; although it was more from the thoughts that popped into her head about what they could do at his house. Surprisingly she didn't feel uncomfortable thinking about things like that when it involved Tristin, which made her think just a little bit more about the seriousness of their relationship.
"Yeah, I really see that happening," she told him sarcastically, rolling her eyes at his hopeful expression as they stopped outside her first period class. "I'll see you later?" she asked him quietly.
Tristin smiled and grabbed her hand. "I won't forget about the cafeteria this time," he promised, bringing her knuckles up to his lips and pressing a kiss to them.
Rory blushed again, feeling warmth spread through her at the small gesture. Sometimes he could be so sweet; he was like a completely different guy from the one she'd known before. And all she'd had to do was give him a chance.
"Thanks," she said, not bothering to play off the fact that walking into the cafeteria alone again was not on her top ten things she ever wanted to do again.
Tristin nodded and she felt him lean down a bit like he was going to kiss her but he pulled back after seeing some people watching them. "Alright well…"
Rory could tell he was frustrated and disappointed. If she was honest with herself she felt the same way and so throwing caution to the wind she grabbed his arm before he could turn away and stepped up closer to him. She saw the surprise in his piercing blue eyes and took only a fraction of a second to smile proudly to herself before she pulled his head down to hers.
Tristin immediately let his arm wrap around her waist, pulling her closer to him, feeling every part of her body pressing against his. He let his other hand burry itself in her chestnut locks, tilting her head back and letting his tongue glide over her bottom lip, pleading for her to deepen the kiss. When Rory in turn opened her mouth further in invitation, Tristin slipped his tongue into her mouth, caressing hers with his own. The kiss was turning fairly passionate as Tristin slowly backed Rory against the wall, trapping her there with his arms.
The feeling of the hard, cold wall seemed to rouse Rory from the swimming in her head. She moved her hand that had been buried in the short hairs on his neck, down to his chest laying it flat against his pectoral muscles. She could feel the firmness of his chest and sighed in pleasure, leaving her lips attached to his a moment longer before finally pulling away.
Tristin groaned in displeasure the minute he felt her soft lips leave his own. He tightened his grip on her waist, holding her against him and let his head fall down to her shoulder, his breaths coming in short gasps. He couldn't understand the power this girl had over him. His veins were being over flowed with lava and an overpowering, overwhelming surge of emotion he had never felt before was consuming him.
Rory let her hand that had been on his chest glide up over his broad shoulders and rest against his neck, holding onto him. She could feel a strange languor passing through her system and she would have sworn had Tristin not been holding her up she would have melted into the ground. Suddenly she felt Tristin press his lips to her skin and a shudder went through her. Rory moaned quietly into his ear as he kissed at the juncture of her neck.
"Tristin…" she breathed out, her voice scratchy and hoarse.
"Mary?" he shot back, his lips curving ever so slightly into a smile as he moved his head back so their eyes could meet.
"I have to go to class," she told him quietly, wanting nothing more then to stay in his arms forever.
Tristin pouted and was about to pull her even closer to him in hopes of having her forget about class when he heard the warning bell through the PA system. Sighing, Tristin stepped back from Rory, his hand running down the length of her arm and then tangling it with her own hand.
"Later, Mary," he told her flashing his trademark smirk at her before he walked away down the hall.
Rory watched him disappear down another corridor and then quickly roused herself from her trance like state. She walked into her classroom, ignoring the many glares she was receiving from the girls and sitting down next to Paris. She couldn't help but think how perfect everything was.
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"Lucas!" Lorelai yelled as she entered the diner after work that night. She walked over to the counter and placed her purse down before jumping onto one of the stools. Lorelai waited patiently for a whole thirty seconds before she let out a sigh of boredom and pulled the little gold bell closer to her and started to hit her hand against it.
"Lorelai! What are you doing?" Luke asked as he came out of the kitchen, drying his hands off with a dishrag which he then used to swat her hand away from the bell. "You ring the bell once! You don't continuously ring the bell making everyone in the diner deaf!"
"Well maybe you should serve your customers right away, that way I wouldn't have had to resort to that," she explained, folding her hands on the counter, her teeth flashing in wide smile.
"Maybe I shouldn't have let you convince me to get this stupid thing in the first place!" he yelled at her, swiping the bell off the counter and hiding it somewhere below.
"Good now that that problem's solved, let's move onto my coffee problem," she proposed, looking straight at him, her face completely serious.
"You don't have any coffee, Lorelai," Luke pointed out, leaning back against the counter.
"Exactly."
"Hey Luke give my mom some coffee," Rory said as she walked into the diner and sat down next to Lorelai. "Ooh and get me some to…and some pie."
"You really are my daughter," Lorelai commented, looking at Rory and pretending to wipe a tear from the corner of her eye.
"And you just figured this out now?" Rory asked, shrugging her coat off and draping it across the stool next to her.
"Well I was a little suspicious when you would read the dictionary for fun when you were little," Lorelai said but then shrugged. "All's clear now though."
"Well good, let's celebrate," Rory exclaimed.
"Yeah, with coffee!" Lorelai told her, seeing Luke set two mugs on the counter.
"And pie!" Rory added, dinging her fork into the large piece in front of her.
The two Gilmore girls sat quietly at the counter for a couple minutes, enjoying their coffee and pie until suddenly Lorelai bolted upright and turned to Rory. She patted her excitedly on the shoulder, waiting for her to swallow her coffee.
"Guess what?"
"What?" Rory asked, wiping her mouth on her sleeve as she watched her mom actually bounce in her seat.
"It's almost your winter break!" Lorelai exclaimed and clapped her hands together. "It's gonna be so fun! We're gonna watch movies and sleep in and eat so much junk we'll put ourselves in sugar coma's!"
Rory smiled at her mom's crazed enthusiasm and took the last bite of pie. "Also, lots of work for the school paper, courtesy of Paris."
"No!" Lorelai said loudly, her shoulders slumping down. "Bummer."
"It'll be okay," Rory promised while sipping at her coffee and letting the heavenly beverage warm her slightly chilly body. "Plus, I was kind of expecting it."
Lorelai nodded her head and turned back around to face the counter. From her spot perched on one of the stools she could see directly into the kitchen, where Luke was busy prepping something. Tilting her head to the side, a wide smile slowly appeared on Lorelai's face and her blue eyes lit up with playfully.
"I think I may have just saved Christmas!" she announced suddenly, making Rory almost choke on her coffee.
"And Christmas needed saving because?" she asked, wiping at the corner of her mouth and setting her mug back down on the counter.
"I don't know," Lorelai admitted shrugging her shoulders. "It just sounded more important that way."
"Well as long as you have a sensible explanation," Rory commented dryly.
"Hush child, you're ruining mommy's excitement!" Lorelai complained and then leaned further towards Rory and motioned for her to do the same. She was about to open her mouth when Luke suddenly walked out of the kitchen and she snapped back, an innocent smile on her face.
"What's with you?" Luke asked, balancing a couple plates in his hand.
""Nothing…" Lorelai told him, letting her voice trail off and watching as Luke rolled his eyes and walked off to deliver the food to the tables. She looked back and forth between Rory and Luke before finally grabbing Rory's hand and pulling her off of her stool and outside the diner.
"Okay, what's with the secret ops?" Rory asked jerking her hand out of her mothers and wrapping her arms around herself as the harsh cold invaded her body.
"We're going to invite Luke over for Christmas!" Lorelai exclaimed, jumping up and down a little and clapping her hands together.
"What?" Rory asked, watching as her crazy mother nodded her head. "Luke's not going to want to spend Christmas with us!"
"Why not? Christmas is the best holiday of the year! You get snow and candy canes and presents and there's a huge feast!" she said, her eyes getting glassy as she thought of the up and coming holiday. "Plus, Luke probably spends Christmas boxed up in that apartment of his all alone…I think it's time we saved him from that horrible fate."
"You're crazy," Rory stated, looking into the diner and watching Luke exchange money with one customer. "You're not going to be able to get Luke to spend Christmas with us!"
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"I can't believe he agreed!" Rory exclaimed as they walked into the crap shack later that night, stripping themselves of their coats and shoes.
"Rory no! How many times to I have to tell you?" Lorelai cried dramatically, grabbing onto Rory's hands and pulling them up. "No man is able to resist the Gilmore charm!"
"Sorry," Rory apologized sarcastically. "I'll try to be better."
"Good. Now we need to make more plans for Christmas," she announced, folding her hands on her lap and sitting down on the couch. "Hey why don't we make it like a party?"
"With three people?" Rory asked, sitting cross legged in front of the coffee table and pulling out all her homework.
"No with everyone! All of Stars Hollow!" she exclaimed. "Ooh so much fun!"
Rory watched her mom over the top of her textbook; she'd seen her mom get excited before, thousands of times actually, but never like this. She looked like she was glowing almost and even twitching which Rory decided to ignore as she didn't know if that was a good thing or not.
She was just about to say something but the shrill ring f the phone interrupted her. Both girls looked at each other, a frown marring both their features.
"Oh!" Lorelai suddenly exclaimed jumping off the couch and pointing at the tall vase by the window. "It's in there," she told Rory who walked over, not finding that at all odd.
"Hello?" she greeted as she hit the talk button on the white portable phone.
"Well hello Mary," Tristin drawled on the other end, just the sound of his voice making her cheeks tinge pink.
Rory couldn't help the smile that also appeared on her face and she turned to see her mom watching her and held up one finger. Rory then walked away and into her bedroom, closing the door behind her.
"Hey Tristin," she said once seated on her bed, nervously picking at her shirt, she'd never talked to him on the phone before, although it should prove easier. "You know I don't remember giving you my number," she told him sarcastically.
"You didn't," he confirmed. "I have connections Mary," he said, sounding way to full of himself.
"With a phonebook?" Rory shot back, feeling more comfortable now that they'd lipped into their banter.
"You wound me!" Tristin cried on the other line.
"You'll live," Rory said, grinning widely. She lay back on the bed and laid one arm across her stomach, letting her fingers play with the end of her hair. "So what's with the phone call? Not that I'm complaining though," Rory asked.
"Aww, I knew you liked me Mary," Tristin added. "But I did have a reason for calling. My parents have informed me of the Christmas party we're throwing this year. And my attendance is mandatory."
"Wow, your parents sure have the Christmas spirit," Rory commented dryly, smiling at the obvious annoyance in his voice.
"Very funny," he said but his voice turned up subtly when he said the next thing. "But they did tell me that I have to come with a plus one."
"A what?" Rory asked, confused as to what that meant.
"A date," Tristin clarified. "So?"
"So…?" Rory repeated mulling over what he just said in her head until it became clear and her mouth dropped open as her eyes widened. "Oh!" she exclaimed lamely before shutting her mouth tightly.
Tristin laughed over the phone at her reaction before he sobered up. "Will you come to the party with me?" he asked his voice low and husky.
"You want me to be your date?" Rory asked, loving the sound of that in her head.
"Well you were the one who called me your boyfriend, or do you not remember?" Tristin teased.
Rory was suddenly very glad they were having this conversation on the phone as her cheeks flamed up with those words. She couldn't help the wide smile form plastering itself on her face, or the giddy feeling from spreading throughout her body.
"I remember," she told him, her voice quiet. "And yes, I'll go with you."
"So will this be our first date?" he asked, wanting to see what kind of reaction that would get out of her.
Rory blushed even more and tried to bury herself further into her bed. "Maybe," she told him, her voice sounding even smaller. "Unless you count when we were at Luke's."
"Right," he drawled casually although his heart was pounding just as hard as Rory's. "The parties on Christmas Eve," he told her.
"Christmas Eve?" Rory repeated, hesitation coming into her voice.
"Yah, is that a problem Rory?" Tristin asked, hoping it wasn't, spending time with her was the only reason he wanted to go to the party.
"No, I'll just…" Rory sighed and pushed herself up and off her bed. "Could you hang on for a second? I have to ask my mom" she explained walking to her door and pausing with her hand on the knob.
"Sure," he acquiesced.
Rory placed the phone down on her desk before walking back to the door and pulling it open. She shuffled out into the kitchen and could hear split seconds of different shows on TV as her mom surfed through channels. She padded silently into the room and sat herself down on the couch, watching her mom and then watching the TV, wondering how o bring this subject up.
"So? Who was on the phone?" Lorelai asked, noticing how nervous her daughter looked.
"Oh, well it was…Tristin," she told her mom, only briefly meeting her eyes and then turning back to the TV.
Lorelai paused in her channel surfing, letting the TV stay on the information channel for ten seconds more before she changed it.
"So what'd loverboy want?" she asked teasingly, reminding herself that she was giving this boy a chance.
Rory smiled gratefully at her mom but her blue eyes were still anxious and she pulled a pillow onto her lap, letting her fingers pick at the fray surrounding it. "Well…umm…I know that we usually watch movies and stay up on Christmas Eve but," she paused, drawing in a large breath before continuing, "Tristin invited me to a Christmas Party at his parents' house."
Lorelai let a small smile grace her face. She could tell only by looking at her daughter that Rory wanted to go. She tilted her head to the side and chewed at her bottom lip as she remembered all the past Christmas Eve's they'd spent together, always together. Bu Lorelai had known that this day would come. Rory was growing up.
She inhaled a breath and turned on the couch, tucking her feet underneath her. "What do you wear to that kind of party?" she asked, subtly giving Rory her permission.
"What? Oh, um, a dress I guess," Rory answered automatically before her eyes widened and her head snapped up to meet her mothers eyes. "You're letting me go?" she asked, hope in her eyes and voice.
"Of course, babe," Lorelai responded, smiling as her daughter launched herself into her arms and hugged her.
"Thank you!" Rory said and stayed like that for a minute before she leaned back and jumped off the couch. "I have to go tell him," she told Lorelai before almost skipping off into her room.
Lorelai sighed and fell back into the pillows on the couch as she heard Rory's door closed.
Her little girl was growing up…
Sorry for the wait guys but I couldn't seem to write this chapter. I hope you guys like it and I'll get the next chapter up quicker this time. I also am planning on having Javajunkie in this fic...Anyway review please!
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-Ella