Story Title: The Tables have turned Gilmore.

Author: Sancia Chislaine aka Angel Moon Princess

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: I don't own The Gilmore Girls series nor am I in anyway affiliated with the TV show or characters.This disclaimer is meant for the entire story.

Chapter Seven:

Rory awoke only to find Lorelai sprawled out next to her, "Mom!" she called.

"I didn't drink all the coffee. Luke give the girl more coffee," Lorelai said groggily.

Rory giggled hysterically, Lorelai had obviously gotten up thinking about something else.

"So you didn't drink the coffee huh?" Rory couldn't help it; she needed to make that comment.

"Ah evil daughter. I will hurt you if you tell anyone about that," Lorelai said in mock horror.

"I have to go to school."

"Ah yes, you need to hurry so that you can go see Tristan," Lorelai had one of those sing song tones in her voice that made Rory giggle but at the same time blush.

Rory didn't say anything because in fact she wanted to hurry so that she could talk to Tristan and some how make the whole situation better. She'd fallen asleep thinking about her plan, she proceeded to the shower and all the while her mind was still processing her plan.

Rory walked into the hallways of Chilton. It was about seven thirty. She'd already stopped at Luke's and had her coffee and even taken two of them to go. She'd finished one of them already but the other one had a pretty pink envelope stuck to it and a cherry Danish in a bag next to it.

Tristan's new locker was her old locker back in her sophomore year, she thought of how peculiar it was since her new locker had also once belonged to him. She walked over to his new locker and entered the combination, when it popped open she noticed that her old schedule and pictures were still plastered on the door.

"He mustn't have gotten around to taking them down yet," she said with a smirk on her face. There was still a picture of her and Lorelai at her 16th birthday, she had a fluffy pink boa around her neck and a pretty princess crown on her head.

She placed the coffee and the Danish in the locker and leaned against the locker directly next to it. Everything was going as planned, well at least so far it was.

Rory's eyes shot up when she noticed Tristan walking toward his locker, "Well hello there," she said, a broad smirk appeared on her tiny mouth.

"Um… hi," Tristan said uncertainly.

The look on his face was priceless; Rory really didn't think her plan was going to be so much fun. "What took you so long? I was beginning to worry," she said playfully.

"Huh! What?" Tristan asked in confusion.

"Is the infamous Tristan DuGrey at a lost for words or did your vocabulary suffer poorly while you were away?" Rory asked clearly enjoying every minute of the outcome.

"I... uh... um..."

"Well aren't you going to get your books? I thought that I could walk you to class," there was confidence in Rory's voice that she didn't even know she had.

Tristan couldn't help it, he was confused... bewildered more like it, "Rory?" he asked quietly.

"Uh huh," Rory said perkily.

"Um what are you doing?"

"I'm..." Rory was starting to lose the confidence that she had only shortly acquired, "I wanted to make sure that you were... um... on time."

Tristan opened his locker and stared at the contents, then he remembered the door, "Um I can explain see... I... um..." he started.

"I don't mind," she said cheekily.

Tristan took out the coffee and smiled; Rory did to, "Looks like you have a secret admirer," she said playfully, a smile expanded across her lips, "A new fan?"

"Um... there's a note," Tristan managed to mumble between gulps. Rory had never seen someone drink like that before, well actually now that she thought about it Lorelai was a good candidate.

He tore off the little envelope and stuffed the empty cup into his locker. His fingers lingered on the little envelope but he didn't open it instead he reached for a note book and closed the door abruptly.

"What?" Rory asked as she saw the grin on his face.

"It's pink," he said looking rather pleased. He gently stuck his finger between the creases and pulled out a plain piece of paper. A playful smile appeared on his lips as his gaze reverted to Rory.

"So we should go then," Rory said.

"Thanks," he whispered.

"For what?" she asked feigning innocence.

"Back to the mind games Mary?"

"Mind games Tristan? That was always your thing not mine."

"So how'd you figure out that I was the one that left you your little surprise yesterday?" he asked curiously.

"I didn't. You just told me," she laughed, "Thank you."

"If I had known that all it took to get you to wait at my locker for me was coffee, I would have been leaving you little surprises all of our sophomore year," he smirked devilishly.

Tristan's lazy cockiness was returning and Rory cheeks flushed, she wasn't quite sure of what she was doing anymore and she slowly began to notice that she was no longer in control. Her plan wasn't as fault proof as she thought; she hadn't planned on him returning to his normal self so quickly.

"Um... I ... um... see... class... and... time...and coffee..."

"I knew it," Paris said coming up behind the two of them; she was smiling from ear to ear.

"Well hello to you to Paris," Tristan said smugly.

Paris grinned at Rory who looked so confused, "I don't understand. I... I ... I'm lost and confused," Rory admitted.

Tristan stretched over and put his hand around Paris' shoulders, "You see Mary," he paused for a dramatic effect, "I had Paris this time to master mind my newest conquest. Well it's not really new because I've tried to do this before but..."

Paris cut him off abruptly and walked over to Rory and hugged her, "Ok so I'm really sorry but I had to. I mean come on. He's always had a thing for you and well you proved me right because you obviously have a thing for him and well I thought that it would be nice to see my two friends get together because well Lorelai and I talked about it and well we didn't actually talk about him but she thought that it would be nice for you to like have a boyfriend well actually she just wanted you to go on a date but um..."

"Shut up!" Rory looked frustrated, "Are you serious? You talked to my mother and she said I needed a boyfriend? I don't need a boyfriend. I don't want a boyfriend. I have to go I have to go to class," she finished angrily and stomped off.

She had totally forgotten about Tristan, there were more important matters at hand. Her mother and her friend were talking about her; she could imagine the whole conversation in her head. Paris had called or better yet Lorelai had called Paris to talk about Rory's poor miserable excuse of a life and how lonely she was and how much she needed to go out. Oh my God. And that she needed to get over Dean and they probably told Tristan to feel sorry for her and...

Rory couldn't take it anymore. She slouched down forcefully into her seat and zoned out.

A/N: This chapter along with every other before chapter 11 has been revised. If you have read this before nothing has changed except for the fact that I fixed most of the errors. Feel free to review and tell me if you hated it or loved it.