Hey Everyone!

I've gotten comments telling me to get it over with and send Tristan back home. But, some things at Military school shape the trory when he gets back. So pay close attention, I'm trying to be clever. ;) But don't worry, 3 chapters top and he's back home.

Friday:

I ran at a steady pace. The track was sweltering, I had to move quickly to make my own breeze in the still, stale weather.

"Nice hustle, DuGrey! Step it up, Kirkland!"

I smirked. I was careful never to show 'hustle' in Chilton's P.E. classes. I always made it a point to keep my weight teacher guessing. I would make him clench his fist one day, then bench tons the next day.

I was soaked through my white beater tanktop. I have 12 mile runs. What I hated more was that Cruiz was standing in the shade, watching us with his typical cruel sneer.

My shoes made a clip-clop as they hit the tartan track. The only comfort I had was that I would blow everyone out of the water when I returned to Chilton. I could only imagine what the piddly little one mile runs would breeze by as after 6 mile sprints.

I sighed. One more month and I am so out of here. My thoughts turned to my biggest reason for returning back

I did roses. I've been sending coffee. What other super-special thing could I do for Mary? I could buy her a car. But that would probably come off a little strong. She wouldn't be able to hide that from Dean.

I smirked at the thought of her rolling into bagboy's grocery store parking lot in a sleek, black BMW. I ran various ideas through my head. I wanted to make her feel like the princess she is, do something special she'd never forget.

I wanted her to like me.

I considered a special tour of Harcard. She wanted to go there so much. And a Harvard sweater wouldn't be "big" enough. I wanted her to know I wasn't just throwing money at her. That I actually thought this stuff out and she mattered to me.

Because she did.

Saturday Morning / Stars Hollow:

Rory lifted herself from the bed. Good she thought A Chilton free day. She smiled broader. Now the Irish cream is mine! She hopped out of bed and dashed down the stairs.

"NO! THE IRISH CREAM IS MINE!" Lorelai darted from her room adn two raced for the steamy beverage.

"No fair." Rory cried. "You got it yesterday and the day before."

They threw open the front door and gasped. There was no coffee on the table.

"That was his evil plan! He get's us full addicted to Starbucks in the morning, and then cuts off our WHOLE supply line!" Rory cried and sat down hard on her chair. "That was demonic."

"Now I have to start begging Luke again." Lorelai pouted.

That's when a black stretch limo pulled up.

A chauffer popped his head out. "Are you the Gilmores?"

They both nodded wordlessly.

"I'm instructed to tell you to dress and take you to a drive in screening of...Charlie and the Chocolate Factory?"

"Oompa, Loompa!" Lorelai gleefully ran into the house.

Rory heisitated. She felt guilty accepting these perfect gifts from a guy she not only used to hate, but a guy who wished she'd break up with Dean. And worse yet...the offer was tempting. Tristan was paying attention to her, in a way Dean had yet to even begin trying.

"Come on mini-me! I betcha we'll watch through the sun roof." Lorelai yelled.

"Mom...?"

Lorelai paused and walked over. "What?"

"I'm a terrible girlfriend!"

Lorelai flew to her and wrapped her in a warm hug. "NO YOU'RE NOT"

"But I did write him."

Lorelai smirked. "You called him Satan? Now come on I wanna ride in the limo."

"I'm in my pajamas!"

"So?"

The two hurried into the car, where they were both greeted with equally large Irish creams.

Saturday Morning, North Carolina:

I felt a rush of cold water fly over my body, freezing and chilling. I woke with a start to see King, holding a bucket, and grinning. "Just thought I'd tell you." He whispered. "You need to get up in four hours." Then he turned and walked away.

I looked at my soaking bed and glowered at his receding figure.

Sunday:

Rory leaned against Dean's should while watching Will Smith defeat an army of robots. But she didn't want Dean's shoulder, she wanted a stronger, broader one. One that belonged to a certain demon she knew.

Angry at herself, she tried to find pleasure in the movie. She looked up at Dean's face by the glow of the theater screen. His handsome features were completely absorbed in the movie.

"Dean?" She whispered.

"After the movie." He returned.

She sipped her soda and complied.

Monday Morning:

"I love you." Rory told me, cudding me in my arms.

"You too." I whispered.

"WAKE UP MAGGOT!" Someone grabbed my shoulder and heaved me out of my bed.

I fell onto the cold floor and banged my head. I glared. My perfect dream was over. "What!" I yelled.

King leered at me and smirked. "Just get ready for your run. It's a lovely morning."

"You suck." I muttered. Normally I'd have come up with some witty comeback, but I had been enjoying the dream too much.

"WAKE UP!" King boomed over the room, making everyone groan and stumble out of bed.

"Dude, just because you can't get yourself up in time don't mean we can't!" Josh yelled.

"Listen I'm the room moniter. You want dinner? I suggest you pipe down. If you're just made I stole your girl last year you're just gonna have to deal with it."

Just scowled and turned away.

"Hey DREW!" Lance called loudly. "Knock, knock."

"Who's there?" Drew asked in an affected voice.

"Control freak." Lance smirked. "NOW YOU SAY CONTROL FREAK WHO Maggot! Or I won't feed you!"

The two of them about faced and saluted King.

"Shuddup." He marched out of the room.

I grinned at Lance. "You guys up for some monarchial tear down?"

"Course! The guy is trying to deprive me of food."

"I've got the perfect plan."

Chris, who had been listening over Lance's shoulder grinned. "How the heck will we do it?"

"We could tie him to the bed." Drew hopped next to us.

"Let's get it as a two-punch K.O. Listen, Chris, you just tape a long winded speech of his. Ask him random questions for a good vocab selection." The wheels in my mind whirred to life. "Lance, how good are you at lock picking?"

"Why do you think I'm here, Dumbo?" Lance cracked his knuckles and wiggled his fingeres. "I'm an artist."

"Whare are the chances of getting into the P.A. room?" I wiggled my eyebrows suggestivly.

"My, my, my, this guy does think big." Lance grinned. "What's the plan, Brain?"

"Drew? Who's the biggest computer geek here?"

Drew laughed. "Cut and paste. And what shall our control greak be telling the compound?"

"I think, anything you want." I clapped his shoulder. "Ready for a twelve mile run?"

"March maggot." Lance demanded.

We all laughed.

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