Title: New Neighbors
Author: imconfused247, previously known as ObsessiveGilmore
Pairing: Tristan/Rory
Disclaimer: I own nothing associated with Gilmore Girls, except my obsession. No animals were harmed in the making of this fanfiction.
Summary: Lorelai and Chris ended up getting married when Rory was about 16. What will happen when they all move into a house in Hartford and Rory meets their new neighbor? TRORY.
Author's Ramblings: Well, here is (finally) the next chapter of New Neighbors, and I'm excited to have it out because it's one step closer to being able to put it off for a while again from lack of ideas(I truly have NO ideas right now, some would be helpful, FYI.) Weel, here's thanks to those who reviewed the first chapter:
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Chapter 2
First Day of School
The next morning, Rory woke up to her blaring alarm clock, which she threw against the wall. Then she remembered. Today was her first day of Chilton. She made her way out to her balcony, hoping the brisk morning air would help to wake her up.
It was then that she realized that in the next house, the balcony that was, give or take straight across from her own, belonged to the one and only Tristan DuGrey. At least, it led to his room. How did she know this? Well, seeing Tristan taking his shirt off through the window might have helped her to draw this conclusion. Rory quickly turned and headed back to her own bedroom before he could take off anything else.
Rory grabbed her robe off of its hook and took it into her walk-in closet, where she changed out of her Care Bear pajamas and into the robe.
She exited the walk-in and headed for her bathroom. When she finished showering, blow-drying her hair, and applying a light layer of make-up, Rory walked out of her bathroom. She closed the blinds and changed into her new school uniform.
As she slid on the plaid skirt, she noticed that it was about two inches shorter than it was then Lorelai had done the final hemming. Now it was a tad bit short of being halfway down her thighs. Rory sighed to herself, seeing that there was nothing she could do about it now. She tied her tie and slipped on her shoes before grabbing her book bag and heading downstairs for breakfast and coffee.
Rory walked down and saw Lorelai sitting with her back to her at the counter. Rory hit her mom on the back of the head before walking past her to get a pop tart from the cabinet.
"Ow!" Lorelai yelped. "What was that for? It hurt."
"For shortening my skirt yet again after I told you over and over, numerous times, to leave it alone," Rory explained, putting her pop tarts into the toaster and pouring herself a cup of coffee.
"Oh! Okay," Lorelai said with an evil grin on her face. "So, are you ready?"
"As I'll ever be. The only thing is, is that Chilton is for these snobby people that just don't really care. It's a huge change from Stars Hollow High."
"Aww, I know ,kid, but think about it this way. Chilton can only help you on your way to Harvard. And who knows? Maybe these Chiltonites won' be as bad as you say. I mean, seriously. We're only here for a day, not even, and you already have Tristan."
"Oh, what a joy!" Rory said dryly.
"What? What's wrong with him?"
"Nothing. Just the fact that he's kind of a jerk who lacks the brain cells to know my name."
"Okay, I'm still kind of lost. He seemed perfectly nice, not to mention really hot, when he came over yesterday. And what do you mean he doesn't know your name?" Lorelai asked, not clear on why her daughter was so quick to judge the boy next door.
"Well, I don't exactly know if he's a total jerk. Just the way he looked at me when I walked in on all of you yesterday. And as for the name thing, although my name was said several times yesterday throughout the course of the conversation, he still insisted on calling me Mary as he left."
Lorelai watched her daughter's face as she ranted on and on about Tristan DuGrey. "You like him, don't you?"
"What! Why would you say that?" Rory questioned a little too quickly.
"Teenage translation: Oh my gosh, Mom, he is the sexiest guy I have ever met and I want him so bad! Does it really show that much?" Lorelai joked, her voice falsetto.
The thing was, she expected her daughter to respond quickly. You can only imagine her shock when Rory didn't respond at all, just continued to stare at the toaster as her pop tart shot up.
"Wow, I hit target pretty hard there, didn't I?"
"I have to get to school," Rory said, evading the question entirely. She grabbed her pop tart, put it on a paper towel, finished her coffee, and went out to the door leading to the garage.
Lorelai just sat there, staring after her, one thought crossing her mind. 'Oh, the package that comes with raising a sixteen-year old daughter.'
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Rory opened the garage door after leaving her house. She got into her car, started it, and backed the car out of the garage. Once out side, she noticed Tristan having some trouble with his own car. Rory sighed to herself and looked at him again. He got out of his black BMW and kicked the wheel, muttering profanities. She sighed yet again for what seemed to be the fiftieth time that morning.
"Hey, Tristan," she called over to him.
He looked over, "Me?"
"Is your name not Tristan?" Rory replied sarcastically. "Just wondering if you needed a lift, is all."
"Actually, that'd be great," Tristan said, running a hand through his hair. He grabbed his bag and walked through the yards separating them, getting into the passengers seat of Rory's car.
Rory backed the rest of the way out of the driveway. She took her iPod out of the front of her bag and handed it to him along with its car adapter.
"Here, find something to listen to. The radio stations out here suck."
Tristan took the iPod from her and searched through her songs. He had to admit she had great taste in music. He selected a song and set the iPod down next to him. Blink 182's "Adam's Song" blared through the speakers.
Rory sent Tristan a sideways glance, "Blink 182? Really?"
"Yeah, I love this song. Why? Would you rather listen to something else?" He replied, picking up her iPod again.
"No, no, don't. This song is one of my favorites. I-I don't know, you just don't seem like one to listen to much alternative or punk rock music."
"Oh really? And what kind of music did you think I would listen to?"
"Oh, you know, just your average pretty boy music. Nelly, Chris Brown, crap like that."
"Oh please, that's not even fucking music."
"Trust me, I know. I mean, it's just shit that's made when people can't write poetry, so they just put rhyming words to a beat and call it a song!"
"Exactly. I don't understand how people can stand to listen to rap or hiphop."
"Yeah," she replied softly. The chorus to the song started and she looked back over at Tristan.
I never conquered,
rarely came
16 just held such better days
Days when I still
felt alive
We couldn't wait to get outside
The world was wide,
too late to try
The tour was over, we'd survived
I couldn't
wait 'til I got home
To pass the time in my room alone
Tristan looked over at Rory as she looked away and back towards the road. Damn, she's perfect. I'm falling for her… hard. I know it. Not that I could help it if I tried.
Rory looked over to him again and caught him staring. "What?" she asked with a small smile on her face.
"Oh, um, nothing."
"Uh, ok," Rory replied, a little confused as to why he kept on looking at her. "So, is Chilton the Hell I imagine it to be?"
"Probably."
"Really? How so, exactly?"
"Boring teachers, fake people, slutty girls, playboys, and everyone is a snobby rich kid."
"Hmm… yep, that about sums up what I was expecting. And where, may I ask, do you fall at Chilton?"
"Popular, jock, every girl wants me, no girl there can have me,-"
"-ego the size of both of our houses combined," Rory finished jokingly. He just laughed a little. "So, every girl wants you, but none of them can have you, huh? So that leaves you to be either a player, a tease, or a virgin, am I right?"
"No, you're not. It just means that I have higher and better standards than to date a Chilton girl."
"Good answer, if I do say so myself."
"Why thank you," he said acting flattered.
"No problem," she answered, smirking, as the song changed to "You're So Last Summer" by Taking Back Sunday.
"Damn, you have good taste in music," Tristan said after a silence about a minute long.
"Um, thanks."
"Nice change from the crap I hear whenever I'm with most of my friends."
"Let me guess. They're pretty boys that actually listen to pretty boy music?"
"Yeah, basically."
"Great," Rory replied dryly.
"Yeah, my friends and I? Very different."
"Oh yeah? And who is the real Tristan DuGrey?"
"And what, Miss Gilmore, do you want to know?"
"20 questions?"
"Sure."
"Ok, so, favorite band?"
"Taking Back Sunday or Blink 182."
"Hmmm, either Dashboard Confessional or the Used."
"Cool, favorite movie?"
"Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory."
"The Breakfast Club."
"Great movie. Color?"
"Blue."
"Mine's red."
"Ok, so, we've got the basics covered. Now onto the good stuff."
"Should I be afraid?" she asked him with mock worry.
"First real relationship?"
"Dean, started a year ago."
"Melanie, 8th grade."
"Most recent break-up?"
"Summer, 2 months ago, the day I completely swore off of the unsubstantial women of Chilton Preparatory Academy."
"Same guy, Dean, yesterday."
"Really? Wow."
"Yeah, he was the only guy I'd ever actually liked and gone out with. (A/N:Ok, theres no Jess in Stars Hollow. He's not in the picture… yet. But don't worry, you just wait, he'll show up soon enough. Very soon actually, hehe.) It was mutual though. We figured that since I was moving that it would be too hard to do the whole distance thing," Rory said, looking a little sad.
"Sad. Sorry."
Yeah, thanks. But that's past. This is now and now it's your turn."
"Ok. Um, best friend?"
"My mom and Lane Kim."
"Jess Mariano and Finn Morgan. They are the only ones of my friends who are actually real, not wearing some fake mask."
(A/N: See! What'd I tell you? Very soon. Oh, and Finn will be the only one from Yale in the story I think. Who knows I might add someone as a supporting character in later chapters, but don't count on it.)
"What about me? Aren't we friends?" Rory asked him with an innocent smile, while her heart was pounding inside of her.
"I would hope so. Do you want us to be friends?" Tristan replied exactly as Rory did, with an innocent expression and beating heart.
"Yeah. I'd like that," she said with a smile.
"Good."
By now the song was over and the Used's "I Caught Fire" was playing through the speakers. At the next stop light, Rory and Tristan looked to each other with uncontrollable smiles on both of their faces. They stared into the other's eyes as the chorus to the song began.
And I'm melting
In your eyes
I lost my place
Could stay awhile
And I'm melting
In your eyes
Like my first time
That I caught fire
Just stay with me
Lay with me now
The light turned green and they continued on their way to Hell. Ahem, I mean Chilton.
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A/N: ok, so that is the wonderfulness of chapter 2 of New Neighbors. What's you think? Terrible? Wonderful? Incredibly stupid? Ingenious? Well, which ever one you choose, this is it. It might suck because I've just been writing this all day because I'm sick and am missing school, so I'm sorry if it does. But oh well.
The opinions on rap and hiphop are just that… my opinions. So in your reviews, PLEASE don't just bag on me for using what I think in MY story, because it's just that! My story. Sorry if you don't agree with me, but I just wanted to put myself into the characters. And yes, this is pretty OOC but that's what I was aiming for when I started this story…
Ok , that's enough of my ramblings… please click the little blue-ish-purple-ish button and review! 10 reviews for me to continue, remember!