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 Eight:

The day was slowly coming to an end and Rory's mood still hadn't changed, she was still upset about Paris and her mother and she'd managed to avoid Paris and Tristan all day. Paris had tried earlier to explain but Rory had just shrugged her off but Tristan however had tried constantly to pass her notes but every time he did she would crumple them up and shove them back onto his desk. He would sigh heavily every time she did and Rory found it so adorable but she wasn't about to let go of her stubbornness.

"Rory wait! Please," Tristan's voice was deep and sincere.

"Not now ok," Rory said tiredly.

"Rory please," he pleaded.

Rory ignored him and kept on walking to the door.

"Ok so it wasn't the brightest idea," he continued, "Well it did work to some extent but anyway. Mary did you notice that you make me ramble?" he chuckled softly.

Rory stopped, Tristan's last words made her heart flutter, "I do?" she asked innocently.

Tristan smiled and Rory stood there motionless, his smile was perfect and Rory couldn't help but notice the little arches he had plastered on his once carefree brow.

"You also make me think," he said noticing Rory's eyes as they lingered on his brow. "Look about this morning. I'm sorry. I mean I'm not really sorry but if that's what you want me to say then fine I will."

"That's got to be the worst apology ever," Rory joked and for the first time that day she didn't feel like ripping something apart.

"So it worked then?" Tristan's ever present smirk had once again found its rightful place on his gorgeous face.

"Look I have to go. I don't want to miss the bus and I have a feeling that my mother is going to be home early today."

"So that's it?" Tristan asked.

Rory didn't even bother to respond, she expected him to know that everything was so new to her but he didn't.

Tristan was becoming a little annoyed, "I won't wait forever you know."

Rory's mood once again darkened. "I never told you to!" she screamed at him, hot tears were welling up in her eyes. She stormed down the halls once again and didn't even bother to stop at her locker; this day was becoming close enough to one of her worst ever.

"Hey so how was your day?" Lorelai asked excitedly as Rory entered the house.

Rory tried to hide her anger at first but found it hard to do since it had been boiling up all day. "I'll tell you how it was!" she screamed. "I found out that my mother and my friend have been talking about me behind my back. That they think I'm some poor, lonely, miserable person and that I can't find myself a date and that I need a boyfriend because I am not a self assured, independent, stable young woman. And that they think I need some guy to feel good about myself and then they tell the enemy and he felt sorry for me and now he's being nice to me because he pities me."

"Honey what are you talking about?" Lorelai asked taken aback by Rory's heated words.

"You heard me!" Rory yelled as the tear drops rolled down her face.

"Honey I would never say such things about you and Paris loves you just as much as I do. I don't want you to think that we think you're not a wonderful, talented, self assured, independent, stable, beautiful, amazing person. We don't think you need some guy to feel good about yourself; we just didn't want to see you wallow around the house anymore. You've been that way since Dean moved back to L.A. I know that you loved him and Paris knew that to but honey you have to realize that time doesn't stop. You have to move on and well whether you want to acknowledge it or not Tristan might just be the answer to all of this."

Rory knew her mother was speaking the truth, she knew that Paris and Lorelai would never say or do anything that would hurt her but it was so easy to believe. She raced over to Lorelai and was embraced in a tight hug.

"I think I messed up again," Rory confessed.

"Huh?" Lorelai asked.

"He was the one that got me the coffee yesterday."

"I always liked him," Lorelai smiled.

"I sort of figured that out last night so I got him coffee this morning from Luke's and I wrote a little note. I can't believe I actually did that."

Rory was blushing and Lorelai couldn't help it either she in fact was also feeling quite giddy, "So how'd you mess up?" she asked impatiently.

"Listen to the rest first," Rory said excitedly. "So then any way I stood at his locker which was mine..."

Rory had been babbling for about thirty minutes reporting every thing that had happened in a good amount of detail, trying to leave nothing out.

"Why wasn't your first date this informative?" Lorelai asked.

"I wasn't as excited," Rory answered shyly.

"So I still don't understand how you messed up?" Lorelai asked still quite confused.

"It's simple, I made him mad. I didn't read all the notes he passed me today and I didn't even tell him that I like him. I avoided him until this afternoon and then he said he was sorry and it was so amazing. I was so swooning."

"You swooned?" Lorelai asked in shock.

"A boy made me swoon," Rory said overjoyed.

"You really like him huh?"

"Yeah I think I do."

"Well there's always tomorrow," Lorelai said trying to convince her daughter that every thing would be alright.

"I hope so."

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.