Author: Silver Blood
Disclaimer: See Chapter One
A/N: You need some info before reading this chapter.
First; however misleading this chapter may be, there will be no Trogan in this story at any point.
Other characters will be thrown in, but the ship is only Trory.
Second: I am going to work very hard to make the chapters longer, as per requested. I will work very hard to make this story enjoyable to read. If you have ideas you want to share, let me know.I read every review and take all opinions into consideration.
Third: I'm taking 2 votes. Let me know your answers, it will affect the story.
1) Madeline or Louise?
2) Finn or Jess?
Chapter Two: I'll Cry Instead
I've got every reason on earth to be mad
Cos I've just lost the only girl I had
And if I could get my way I'd get myself locked up today
But I can't so I cry instead
His voice was still clogged with sleep when he answered the phone.
"What?"
"Well, here I thought you'd be missing me so much you couldn't sleep. Sorry I woke you, I won't bother calling you again."
The teasing lilt of her voice brought a small smile to Tristan's face, brightening each of his features.
"Hey, Rory. What's up? You sound way too cheerful for... whatever time it is."
"It's one o'clock, darling."
Tristan glanced at his clock in surprise and groaned. He'd spent most of the night unable to sleep,
as was her prediction.
But he wasn't about to admit that.
"But yes, I am cheerful. Don't you want to know why?"
"Hmm, maybe later. I'll call you back when I feel like waking up. Buh-bye now."
"No! You most certainly will not. You definitely want to hear this!"
Her excitement was starting to become contagious. He couldn't stop the goofy grin that took over his lips.
"I haven't heard you this excited since you found out you're first in our class. What's going on? I swear I'm paying attention."
There was silence.
"You still there, Mary?"
"Shh, it's a dramatic pause."
He chuckled but waited for her to speak.
"Okay, I have to tell you now! My grandparents donated money to Chilton. More than even mom and Chris would have been able to afford. So... I'm in."
Tristan let his jaw drop and slowly sat up in bed.
"You mean... what?"
Rory giggled excitedly. The sound tickled his ears and spread his grin even farther, if that was possible.
"My grandparents arranged for me to go to Chilton next year. They don't want me to switch to Stars' Hollow High."
Tristan jumped out of bed and did a victory dance.
"I would definitely be hugging you if you were here, Ror. I'm so glad you're not leaving, I was going to be miserable this year without you."
"You're dancing, aren't you?"
He laughed.
"Of course I am."
An idea popped into his head and his voice turned earnest.
"Come to the back-to-school party with me tonight. We can get drunk and celebrate. It'll be like a real date and everything."
She hesitated, but after a few minutes of arguing with Tristan she was cornered.
"Okay, I'll go. But that doesn't mean I'm getting drunk. I don't trust most of those people."
Tristan groaned teasingly.
"You're boring, Gilmore."
As soon as she walked in the door, Rory was reminded why parties weren't her thing. She hadn't been there more than 30 seconds before someone offered her an open beer. Tristan shoved the guy out of the way, not bothering to speak to him, and went towards the drinks.
"Beer? It hasn't been opened, I swear."
Rory's nose wrinkled, so Tristan opened the beer for himself and handed Rory a sealed wine cooler. She opened it happily and pointed towards the kitchen, which she knew would be quieter.
He nodded and pointed to the dance floor.
She was slightly disappointed to find his finger aimed at a girl, but got the message and nodded back, heading for the kitchen.
What ever happened to treating me like a real date?
It was a lot quieter in the kitchen. Rory sighed in relief when her head came to rest on the cool counter-top. There were a few people in the room talking quietly, but Rory was content with being by herself.
Unfortunately, it didn't last long.
"Hey, beautiful. What's your name?"
Rory looked up at the attractive blonde and smiled shyly.
"I'm Rory."
He grinned disarmingly.
"Logan Huntzberger. Nice to meet you. You want another drink?"
He took Rory's shrug as affirmative and rushed to bring her another wine cooler.
She was already feeling a little woozy but she sipped the drink anyway. She started to get nervous as Logan continued to stare.
"Do you wanna dance?"
"Uh..."
Rory hesitated. The guy was cute, but she didn't like dancing, and definitely not with a guy that looked a lot older than she.
Relief washed over her as she felt Tristan's arm wrap around her waist and pull her back into a warm, flat chest.
"There you are, baby. I thought I'd lost you for a minute there. Hey, Logan. What's up?"
His voice wasn't without warning.
Logan smiled genuinely.
"Sorry, DuGrey. I wasn't moving in on your territory. Just asking the lovely Miss Rory to dance."
Rory could tell they were old friends.
"It's cool."
Tristan didn't bother to correct the assumption that Rory was 'his'.
"What are you doing here at a lowly high school party, hitting on girls that are four years younger than you?"
Logan laughed.
"Colin wanted to stay for a few extra days. He didn't know his sister was throwing a party. Not a bad surprise though."
Tristan pulled Rory tighter against his chest.
"Don't mess with these girls, Huntz. They're not like the girls at Yale."
Logan actually looked guilty for a moment.
"I know. I'm horrible."
He grinned, despite his admission.
"I better go get Finn. He's drunk off his ass and some hot high school girl might just take advantage of him."
He nodded to both of the teens across from him. If he was disappointed with Rory being 'taken'
he didn't let it show.
"I'll see you later."
As soon as Logan was out of the room, Tristan turned Rory to face him and pulled her close,
nuzzling the peach fuzz behind her ear.
"Mary, you should know better than to talk to strangers."
She shoved at him, laughing, but his arms remained around her and he burrowed deeper, tickling her with his stubble.
She giggled and tried again to escape. Finally he released her but took her hand.
"C'mon, they're playing 'Seven Minutes in Heaven,' I don't want to miss my chance to corrupt you."
His voice was teasing, but the butterflies in her stomach apparently weren't aware.
He knew better. He'd do anything to be able to kiss his best friend just once. He knew he could convince her they should be more than friends if she just let him kiss her once.
He led her into the living room, holding her hand, just as Logan and his friend combined their efforts to drag out a fighting brunette with an Australian accent.
"Its not my fault! They're kidnaping me! Someone help!"
Rory laughed, but stopped when she noticed a few other girls giggling inanely.
Distracted, Rory turned when she heard her name being yelled along with Tristan's.
"It's our turn, Mary."
He squeezed her hand and led her forward into a bedroom as a blush covered her cheeks.
It was in fact their turn for 'Seven Minutes in Heaven.'
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