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Note: Okay...I didn't have any homework tonight (Can you hear the angels singing?) and I only had a little bit of this chapter left to write, so ya'll are lucky! I'm not sure when another chapter will be up because as I said I am busy volunteering (Thank you all so much for the support). I also realize that there was no mistle toe in this chapter..it's coming...So until next time, enjoy!

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Rory pulled up to a very, very being an understatement, large house. It was on a dead-end street, pulled back from the other enormous houses that littered the neighborhood.

Hopping out of her mother's car, Rory noticed that Tristan's car wasn't there. Letting out a sigh of relief, she made her way up to the front door. She presses her finger down lightly on the doorbell and jumped when it let out a huge gong.

Jumping once again when Madeline and Louise pulled open the door with shrieks, Rory sensed that something was up.

"Oh we have so much work to do!" Louise grabbed Rory's arm and pulled her into the house. Madeline nodded her head as she quickly closed the door, "I know, and we only have two hours!"

Rory frowned in confusion as she was continued to be pushed towards the huge, winding stair case.

"Um, where is Paris? And why are you guys so excited about working on a history project?" Rory finally managed to stand firmly in one place as she looked from Madeline to Louise.

Madeline's mouth dropped open a little bit but she managed to say, "Oh, Paris, she is upstairs." Louise nodded in agreement and then added, "And this is a really special project." Madeline and Louise both let out tiny giggles. What was going on?

Rory once again let herself be pulled up the stairs towards an unknown fate. Madeline led her to a room at the end of a insanely long hall. As she opened a door, Rory gasped. The room before her eyes was the most beautiful room she had ever seen.

Turquoise sheers hung from the windows and dark blue curtains lined their sides. A large, white canopy hung eloquently over a huge, silky, gray bed. The couch that Paris, who was looking very upset, sat on was also a deep blue with turquoise polka dots dancing around on the fabric.

"What...is this your room?" Rory's eyes were wide, almost matching the clear blue of the sheers.

Madeline shrugged, as if the room was just another room.

Knowing that it was no use in trying to explain to Madeline how amazing the room was, Rory thought they might as well begin working.

"So...where do we start?" Rory glanced to Paris, waiting for her to take charge. But Paris sat silently, reading a book. The first one to speak up was Louise.

"Well, I was thinking hair." Rory stepped back as Madeline nodded at Louise and then started coming towards her.

Putting her hands up, Rory tried to make sense of the situation.

"Excuse me? What is this?" Rory backed up into the door, worried about her safety.

"We," Madeline motioned between her, Louise, and Paris, "Are your fairy godmothers! We are going to help you get Tristan back!" Giggling with excitement, Madeline ran over and pulled back one of the blue curtains to reveal a little hallway leading to a, you guessed it, extremely large closet.

"Get him back? I never had him! Are you guys doing drugs? Because my mom says that I can't hang out with people who..." Louise rolled her eyes and forcibly pulled Rory towards the closet.

Desperate for help, Rory grabbed Paris's arm. "Paris, come on! Don't we need to work on the project?" Once again Louise rolled her eyes.

"Don't even try, it was her idea." This time Rory really did let her mouth fall open in shock.

"Huh?" was all she could say.

"That's right Gilmore, I have a heart. Don't try and pretend that you don't have it bad for Tristan, everyone knows you do. Well, maybe not him," She took in a deep breath and then finally stood up, "Rory Gilmore, I am not going to let you screw this up."

As if Paris somehow had magical powers, Rory mechanically nodded her head.

Madeline's eyes lit up with delight, "Yay! Okay, first you need an outfit..."

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Two hours later, Rory found herself staring at herself in the mirror. She had never seen herself like this before, and to be honest, didn't know she could look like this. She wished her mom could see her, but that wasn't going to happen. She had called her mom earlier in a daze, to explain what was happening, only to have her mom laugh and tell her to "go get him!"

Turning her thoughts once again back to her reflection, she almost wanted to tear everything off. This wasn't her. She didn't get all dressed up for a guy, she didn't let herself be persuaded by a bunch of girls, she didn't...But this was different. This was Tristan.

A million times that night she had gone over in her head what she needed to say to him. But now that the time was closing in, she wasn't sure she could do it.

"Rory!" Rory spun around at the sound of Paris's voice.

"Madeline and Louise want me to tell you that in ten minutes you will be "fashionably late" and that you can come down." Paris rolled her eyes as Rory mechanically nodded her head.

Taking a deep breath, Rory crossed her fingers and tightly closed her eyes. "I'm not going to back down...I can do this..."

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Tristan toweled his dripping blond hair as he scrolled down his missed calls.

Joey...Summer...Noel...Becky...Laura...Candice...Summer...Joey...Summer...Summer...

Throwing his Blackberry back on the night stand, Tristan pulled on a thin, long-sleeved, plain white, cotton shirt. Then he slid on his favorite pair of jeans which were a dark blue, but they were faded at the knees.

As he looked at himself in the mirror an overwhelming feeling surged through him. He threw his fist firmly into the reflection's face, causing the mirror to shatter beneath his feet. Unaware of his bleeding hand, Tristan took in a deep breath. He didn't want to think about her. He didn't want to think about how he had messed everything up. But as he stared at the empty space on the wall, flashes of Rory began to etch themselves along the wall, like an old projector.

Rory pulled back a strand of hair and lightly placed it behind her ear as she read. Her cheeks looked as if God had simply placed two perfect rose petals lightly in place. Her lips curved back as she bit her lip, causing them to turn a darker red. As she turned the page, her brilliant blue eyes fluttered quickly to the next page in anticipation. The wind softly blew through her hair, allowing them to fall back down and frame her face.

Then suddenly the image changed, relaying a more recent memory.

Her blue eyes were now misty, blocking all passage and feeling. She was biting her lip once again, but this time her lips had turned a suffocating white. Her rosy cheeks were tainted with tear stains. Then, she slowly released her lip, letting the color return. Time slowed as her mouth opened and a tiny whisper came out. "Only you can say you love me and insult me at the same time."

Tristan squeezed his eyes closed tightly and turned away from the wall. As he took a step, his foot landed in the shattered glass. Quickly sitting down on the bed to pull out the pieces Tristan realized something. His past would always be there to keep him from moving forward. It would always have him backed up into a corner, forced to smile and pretend that he was okay. It would always be there to cut him down, until one day there would be nothing left.

As he stood to change his blood stained shirt, Tristan once again took in a deep breath as he realized that that day might have already come.

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Rory searched the room for the thousandth time. He still wasn't there. As she sipped on a club soda in the corner, she began to replay the past week in her head. She had been so stupid. She had spent so much time trying to deny her feelings for her own sake, that she ended up hurting him. She still couldn't believe what she had said to him. It was so unforgivable, such a deep cut. She hadn't meant it, but the words had just fumbled out.

A deep voice quickly shook her out of her thoughts.

"Mary, you look H-O-T..." The dark hair boy drawled as he leaned up against the banister.

"Um...Joey is it? Oh, and it's R-O-R-Y as you very well know." Rory sighed in defeat because his only response was a drunken laugh.

Taking a step into the other room, she felt herself being jerked back into another hall that led towards the back of the house.

"Joey, let go!" Rory raised her voice trying to warn him off quickly.

"Come on Mary...you'll like it!" He laughed again as he continued to drag her down the hall.

Grabbing onto a door handle and dropping her drink, Rory held fast her position. "Joey, you're drunk. Think about what you are doing." Rory's voice wasn't full of panic but full of plead.

Joey continued to pull, but, surprised by her own strength, Rory stayed planted.

"Joey, you aren't this kind of person. Okay? Let go." As if her words were magic, Joey immediately let go and ran back down the hall.

As she leaned up against the door, she let her heart rate slow down. She couldn't believe how calm she had been. As she bent down to pick up her glass, a flash of white entered the corner of her eye. Picking up her head, she saw Tristan loose himself in the crowd. Just like that, her heart beat quickened up again. Making her way down the hall she picked up a run. It was now or never.

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Tristan watched her from down the hall. He had been trying to get away from Summer. He didn't think that she was going to be here. Her hair seemed darker, shiny in the dim hall light. Her hair fell in light waves around her shoulders. She was wearing a lavender, silk dress that fell about a foot above her knee. A smoky gray slip peeked out from under it, lengthening the dress some. The dress lightly covered her shoulders, coming down in a V. Dark, purple beads wrapped across the front of the dress from the right shoulder, down to just below her chest, and then they crossed her left arm, coming to a stop on the back of the left sleeve. The back of the dress openly scooped down so you could see the arc in her back. Tristan even took time to notice her shoes, which were the same dark purple as the beads. They laced up her tiny feet like a ballerina's slippers. As much as he wanted to hate her, he couldn't. She was the most beautiful thing that he had ever seen. Ever.

Taking a small step closer, in an attempt to see her face, Tristan felt himself be cut once again. Joey was latched onto her arm and her hand was on the door handle. Was she about to bring him in there? At the sight of Tristan Joey quickly let go and ran past Tristan letting out a mumbled "sorry."

He watched as she leaned against the door. Her face was unreadable, but Tristan hinted a tone of sadness. Nodding to himself, he turned away. It was over. Just over. He was crazy to even think that he could make things different. That she would ever want to be with him. Crazy.

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Rory ran out onto the porch. The night stars lit up the yard perfectly. There weren't many people out there, but she could have sworn that she had seem him come out there. Then her eyes landed on a small gazebo. Her breath caught in her throat. There he was. The moonlight shown down on his face, accentuating his jaw bone which was clenched tightly. His blond hair fell messily around his face, giving him a young, innocent look. Rory, unable to move, kept watching as he rested his face in his hands. "He is," Rory thought to herself, "He is just an innocent little boy who is just trying to figure out what love is." Rory swallowed hard as she took a step forward. She is just a girl, trying to figure out what love is. Taking another step off the porch and into the cool grass, Rory looked up into the night sky for one last drink of confidence. She knew that this was crazy, putting herself on the line like this. There was a chance that he wasn't going to forgive her. Or worse, a chance that he had thrown out all feeling for her. But for once in her life, she was ready to go a little crazy.

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