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A/N: I'm sorry for the confusion that last chapter caused. I didn't really think it out when I was typing; I just wanted to finish. Anyways, thanks again to all of my reviewers. Everyone who signed a review already knows that, but for the couple, or one, or however many who didn't I'm thanking you here. So, with all that out of the way, I am proud to present chapter 2.

Rory POV Regular
Tristan POV Bold

A Trip to Remember- Chapter 2

It is Tristan all right; the only one who ever called me Mary. The whole Mary thing ticked me off at first, and then it didn't so much. Now, I'm just confused. Is he back for good? Why did they only dump him there for a few months? How come he looks so good? The last question brought chills to my spine. I hate thinking like that.

Well, Mary certainly has been doing well. Her hair is longer. She seems more mature. Maybe it's just because she's getting older. Maybe my Mary isn't quite a Mary anymore. Hm, I'll have to test it out. Not now though. Hell no. I have to find out why she's here, first.

This uncomfortable silence thing, added to the average stuffy feeling from the plane, really isn't helping my headache. I guess I should say something.

"So..."I said.

"So..."He repeated.

"How, um, was..."

"Military school?"

"Yeah."

"It was okay; boring for the most part. No challenge. The whole basis was discipline. Get up, do what you're told, go to bed. There wasn't any fun to it."

"Ouch."

"You could say that again."

"Ouch." I laughed.

"I didn't mean it literally."

"I know, but it's way more fun that way."

"You're different."

"Huh?"

"You're different. You aren't as tense as you used to be."

"Well, I've been hanging out with Paris lately, and she could make Hitler slouch."

"I'm guessing that she hasn't changed."

"You'd guess right. If anything she's gotten more paranoid. She's going totally mental over being President."

"President?"

"Oh yeah, you don't know. Paris is going to be student body president next year. I'm her vice president."

"Seriously? I never pegged you as a political kinda girl."

"Seriously. I only did it as a favor for Paris. She said she needed someone nice to be on her side."

"Well, you definitely have nice written all over you."

"Hey! I take that offensively."

"No, you don't."

"Okay, so maybe I don't, but that doesn't mean you get to point it out."

"Alright, I'm sorry."

"Good."

"So, what are you doing here?"

"Talking to you. I knew you were dense but I never..."

"I mean, why are you going to D.C.?"

"I could ask you the same thing."

"I asked you first."

"Chilton is sending all of the student government to D.C. for a convention/camp thing for the summer. Your turn. Why are you headed to the nation's capital?"

"My dad is shipping me to a future business leader's convention. I'm gonna blow it off though. Maybe I'll come visit you, Mary."

"Oh, I bet Paris would love that."

"Why? What does Paris have against me?"

"Paris ended up as Romeo."

"What- Oh."

"Yep."

"Sorry."

"You better be. I had to kiss Paris!"

"Yeah? What did Bagboy think of that?"

"I think that Dean preferred Paris to you."

"And what did you think?"

"I would prefer most anyone that is male to Paris. So to answer you question- yes I prefer you to Paris."

"C'mon Mary, if you admit that I kiss better than the average male, I'll do anything you ask."

"Anything?"

"Anything."

"Fine. You kiss better than the average male. My turn. You have to say 'Oy with the poodles already.'"

"Why?"

"Because."

"Because why?"

"Why can't you just say it? C'mon say it... I'll say it with you...'Oy with the poodles

already.' Now, was that so hard?"

"Why did you want me to say that?"

"Because it's my mom's and my phrase and I wanted to hear someone else say it."

"Oh, that makes perfect sense."

"Of course it does."

"What time is it?"

"3:45."

"Seriously?"

"You really have to stop saying seriously."

"Why?"

"Because it's getting on my nerves."

"Sorry, Mary."

"You better be."

"How long until we reach D.C.?"

"About 45 minutes."

"Ugh."

"What? Don't you like to fly?"

"Absolutely not."

"Me neither."

"What's your biggest issue?"

"The landings. I hate my ears popping, and the lightheadedness, and the things that they

roll up to the door to let you out..."

"Mary, slow down and breathe, you're rambling."

"Oh, hehe, sorry. Why don't you like to fly?"

"The people. I don't like people being this close together, suspended in the air for any period of time."

"I never thought of it that way. That really could be a problem, huh?"

"Yep. So, what're you doing at this camp/convention thing?" he asked after a few minutes

of silence.

"Um, we're meeting with congress and other sorts of political stuff."

"Sounds like fun."

"Like a blast. So what's your convention about?"

"Serious- I mean honestly, I've no idea. But like I said, I don't plan on staying long enough to find out."

"Why don't you give it a chance before you blow it off?"

"Because that's what my dad wants."

"And that's bad because..."

"Because my dad's a suppressive, manipulative, moron who I hate with every fiber of my being. I would move out tomorrow if I could."

"Okay then. I'll just put that down as a no-no topic." I gave him a look that sad I'm sorry

and I didn't mean to strike a nerve. He must have understood because we fell into a comfortable silence.

Sometime during the silence I fell asleep. I don't exactly know what I dreamed about, but in the end I awoke happily. Although that may be directly related to where I found myself when I awoke. I was lying on Tristan's shoulder. I checked my watch; 20 minutes to landing, I probably should wake him up.

I watched as Mary fell asleep on my shoulder. There was some sort of feeling in my stomach. I haven't eaten anything today, that's probably why. I fell asleep too, because the next thing I felt was a gentle tug on my arm. I opened my eyes and saw Mary tugging on my arm.

"Tristan," she said gently. "You might want to wake up. We're 20 minutes to landing."

"Okay." I wiped the sleep from my eyes and saw that she looked very pale and nervous.

"Are you okay? You look sorta pale."

"Yeah, I'm fine."

She's lying, I can tell. She is a very bad liar. "You're a really bad liar. Why are you nervous?"

"Landings equal bad."

"Come here." I don't know why the hell I'm doing this but I am. I'll just push the armrest up, and pull her close, like this and she should settle down right. At least, that's how it works in movies.

I wonder why he's doing this. I bet he doesn't even know, but he looks so genuinely comforting. I just have to slide a little closer. Did he just put his arms around me? God, he is so warm. I really hate landings, but this isn't so bad. I could go back to sleep.

She fell asleep again. God, I wonder how late she was up last night. Oh well.
"It'll all be okay." I whisper as she seems to melt into my arms. I'll just sit here and watch her. She looks so peaceful.

I woke up when I felt a rumble in the plane. I look around, and I notice that Tristan is rather close to me. Now I remember. We must've landed.

"Hi." I said quietly.

"Hey. Welcome to Washington, D.C." he replied.

"Thank you."

We aren't talking, but I think that it's just post flight lethargy. We've hit baggage claim. I better ask her which one is hers.

"Which one's yours?" I ask.

"The pink ones with feathers."

"I should've known." I reached out, grabbed her bags, and set them down. "Look behind you. I think I found your ride." She turned around and spotted Paris and a few other people standing in a clump, each person holding a sign. Paris had a sign saying Rory Gilmore.

"Yeah, I guess I should go." She said, turning to leave. "Tristan," she turned back around. "Thank you for your help, with the landing and all."

"No problem, Mary. I guess this is good-bye." I extended my hand for her to shake.

"Don't say good-bye, it sounds too permanent. Just say see you later." What's she doing? Wait, hold on.

What the heck am I doing? I have no idea, but it's too late now

Did what I think just happen, happen?

Did I do what I think I did? Did I kiss Tristan?

Did Mary kiss me? I think she did.

He's staring. Oh God, did I do something wrong? I better go. Look at Paris. I guess she saw. I'm going to have some explaining to do. Oh God, I hope Tristan doesn't hate me.

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