Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls, and if I did you all would know because Dean would've died and Rory would've ended up with Tristan, or Jess never would've left.
A/N: Okay, so there are a little bits of thought where its Paris' POV, and there isn't much Tristan in this chapter, but I promise lots of him next chapter. I'm also trying to wean you guys off of a chapter a day. I'll try to update regularly but school is starting soon and there are some family issues that we have to take care of and well there isn't any internet up there unless by chance I can catch a ride to my friends house or the library. This will definitely be my last chapter this year so I hope you like it, and that you can appreciate a new year started off with a lot of Tristan-y goodness. Don't forget to review. Now, I guarantee a marvelous chapter 3.
Rory POV: Regular
Tristan POV: Bold
Paris POV: Italic
A Trip to Remember- Chapter 3
Don't dwell. It won't help. Maybe no one saw it. Doubt it. Maybe he'll just forget. Do I want him to forget? There's the group. Paris doesn't look mad. Well, no more than usual. At least she doesn't like him anymore, I don't think. That would definitely cause a lot more drama. I'm here. I probably ought to make conversation. "Hey." Just smile and maybe she won't think anything's wrong.
"Hi." Nope, she isn't buying it.
"Okay, you're not known for being an un-opinionated person. In fact, you're known for being the exact opposite, but not here. You can rip me open and tear into me like a lion on an antelope, but please, not here. We're with these people for the rest of the summer; I don't want my first impression being you yelling at me while I cower in fear."
"Fine. But I was just gonna say welcome to Washington D.C. I hope you have fun."
This airport is too quiet. It's like utter silence. I HATE silence. It provides too much thinking time. I mean, I'm all for thinking, I just don't want to think about this situation, and well that's what I'm thinking about. I'm thinking about how Paris is gonna kill me. I can hear it know, 'What possessed you to kiss that? How could you do that?' I shouldn't dwell on it. That isn't going to make it any better. The worst thing is that I wish he was here. I wish we had never gotten off the plane. I wish that I had never left the safety of his arms. At least I only kissed his cheek. Paris would really have a field day if I had kissed him on the lips.
I can't believe it. She thinks that I'm actually mad about her and Pretty Boy. I don't get it. I mean, I know that I liked him, but after a pity date arranged by Gilmore, I didn't really care anymore. It's obvious that he likes her. Even months in military school wouldn't be able to change that. I was just waiting for her to realize that. I have to tell her this, but I better wait until we're at the dorms. She doesn't want to talk here, which is totally okay with me. I don't want these Neanderthals hearing me talk or else they might play monkey see monkey do and try to mimic me. I hate stupid people. Plus I need the time to prepare myself some more. We're meeting with Congress in a few days and I need to be prepared.
Some suit has been talking for like an hour. I wish he'd shut the hell up. He's annoying me. I can't think. I NEED to think. Why did Mary kiss me? It was so like her too, just a short peck on the cheek. I wouldn't expect anything more. I just wished she hadn't left, or at least given me time to react. It really is a monumental day when I, Tristan Dugrey, lose my senses when a girl kisses me on the cheek. This can never get out. I'll be ruined. I finally get back to Chilton and my reputation will be ruined before I get back just because Geller saw Mary catch me off guard. Unless, she didn't notice. Finally, this moron shut up. Now, while they are getting the tour, I'll sneak away, and find her. What? Yeah, maybe I'll go find Mary.
"So..." I say. Paris and I just got to the dorm
"So..." She repeats.
"Don't do this, Paris. Tell me what you want to say and please don't hem and haw about it. I won't be able to stand it."
"Calm down, Gilmore. I just want to know why. I'm not going to chew you out, I promise. I don't even like him anymore. I'm just a little confused since I thought that you didn't like him either."
"I don't. I mean, I didn't. I mean... I don't know."
"So, you just kiss guys for kicks?" She asks skeptically.
"No."
"Then you like him?"
"I guess. I don't know. We were on the plane and we were laughing and talking and the landing and..."
"Breathe, Gilmore. Now, what happened with the landing?"
"Well, I HATE landings. They freak me out to no end, and Tristan thought that I looked pale, and I was having trouble forming sentences so he comforted me."
"Comforted you how?"
"He moved the armrest away, and brought me to him and put his arms around me, and told me it would all be okay."
"Huh."
"Now you sound like Jess. Oh God, Jess, and Dean. I cheated on Dean. Oh God, how could I do this twice? First with Jess, and now with Tristan and oh God he's gonna hate me." Paris walked over to me and clamped a hand over my mouth.
"If you don't shut up, then you're going to die. You can't do this all summer. I'll kill you. Now, you said something about Jess?"
"Uh-huh."
"What about him?"
"I kissed him."
"When?"
"At Sookie's wedding."
"I'm gonna need more than that."
"Right before I left, my mom's friend, Sookie, got married. Jess showed up claiming to be moving back to Stars Hollow, and I kissed him, and then I told him not to tell anyone and left."
"I'm assuming Farmer Boy doesn't know."
"Nope."
"Do you still love him?"
"Who?"
"Farmer Boy!"
"I don't know. I mean, he'll always be there, but there aren't any butter flies anymore. I mean, he says he loves me, and I say it back, but I don't think that I do. I don't ever think that I did. I don't think that kissing Tristan either times was a mistake. I don't know about Jess. He doesn't have the best reputation."
"Wait, back up. Either time? You mean you've kissed him before?"
"Yeah, at Madeline's party, sophomore year. It was past 10:00. He and Summer got into a huge fight and they broke up. I saw, and caught up with him later. He was sad, and I was sad and it just happened."
"Okay. I never saw that one coming."
"What should I do?" I just want to crawl into a hole. I'll hide my face, and then nobody will ever able to see me, and I'll be all better.
"Well, you shouldn't string along Farmer Boy. From what I've heard, you don't love him even though he loves you, and trust me, one sided affection hurts."
"So I should break up with Dean? What if Tristan thinks that I'm a complete fool, and Jess finds some blonde to bang while I'm gone?"
"Then they're morons, and at least you'll have your friends and your mom to comfort you and Harvard to think about."
"Okay, but I'll wait until he calls. I don't want..." Bring, Bring.
"There you go." Paris said, pointing at the phone. I pick it up hesitantly, I don't want to hurt him, but I don't want to miss out on other people because of him.
"Hello?" I say quietly.
"Hey, kiddo. Are you okay?" Mom asks.
I let out all of the air that has been building up inside of me. "Yeah, Mom, I'm still just a little freaked from the plane rid, that's all."
"Okay, babe. I don't want to take up too much of you time, I just wanted to see how you're doing, and say goodnight. So you're good?"
"Yeah, I'm good."
"That's good. Did anything major happen so far?'
She knows. I know she knows. "Um, no. Nothing major yet."
"Okay, sweets. Well, I'll let you unpack. Don't let Paris kill you with stress, and have the fun."
"Will do, Mom. Good night."
"Night, honey. I love you."
"Love you too. Bye."
"Bye."
"Your mom?" Paris asks.
"Yeah, she wanted to say good night."
"My mom won't call to say good night."
"I bet she will." Bring, bring. "See, I bet that's her now."
"You answer it."
"Fine. Hello?"
"Hey, Stranger."
"Dean..."
"Told you it wouldn't be my mother." Paris said.
Swallowing hard, I try to listen to Dean. "How was your flight?" He asks.
"It was okay, as far as flying goes."
"That's good."
"How's you Grandma?" This is too hard. I can't do it.
"She's good. Great actually. She's really happy that I came."
"Ah, that's sweet." I've got to do it now before he says anything else. "Dean..."
"Rory..."
"I, um, I ... I think..."
"You think..."
"I think that we should see other people." I say very quickly. Please don't make me repeat it.
"What?"
So much for that. "I think we should see other people." I said slower this time.
"Why?"
"Because..."
"Why, Rory? Why? I love you. I thought that you loved me. I thought that we'd be together forever. Please tell me that you're just joking."
"Dean, forever is a very long time."
"Who is it?"
"Who is what?"
"Who is taking you away from me?"
"No one."
"Then why Rory? Why?"
"Because the butterflies left! I don't tingle when you touch me anymore! I'm not happy to hear your voice! I don't giggle when I talk about you. It's just not there."
"I don't want to let go."
He sounds so sad. I don't like this. "I know, but you have to. I'm sorry. I never wanted to hurt you."
"Yeah, well you did. Goodbye, Rory."
"Dean..." I look over to Paris, "he hung up." Then my eyes moistened, and watered. I tried to fight back the tears, but I can't. Now I can feel Paris putting her arm around me.
"It's okay." She says. "It was for the best."
"Why does it hurt so much?" I choke out.
"I don't know. I don't know."
I don't know how long we sat like that. I don't remember falling asleep either, but I must've because it's morning.
I'm sitting here with an arm around Gilmore while she cries. I can't believe it. We hated each other not to long ago, but here we are. I wonder, do I still have Dugrey's number? I'll wait until she falls asleep. Wait, she is asleep. Okay, so all I have to do is lay her down here like that and be very quiet. Ah ha, there's my phone, and there's Dugrey's number. Okay, send.
"Hello?" Tristan answers.
"Dugrey, its Paris Geller."
"Why, I never thought I'd hear form you again."
"Yeah, well this isn't for me, its for Rory."
"What's wrong?" He snapped.
"Down boy. She's fine. Well, sort of. She just broke up with her boyfriend."
"She's still with Bag boy?"
"Was. She was still with him, but not anymore."
"And I needed to know this because?"
"Because I need you to take her away for a day. Tomorrow's just an introduction, she can miss it.
But she needs to get out of here. She's too sad. It hurt her to leave him and she needs to take her mind off of things."
"I'll be there tomorrow. What's the address?"
"I'll go get it. Oh and Pretty Boy, don't push her into something just yet. She's vulnerable. Deal?"
"I'd never dream of it."
"I know you wouldn't."
A/N2: Okay, so I hope you loved it, and if you didn't then you shouldn't read any further unless it was just this chapter and only because there wasn't any Tristan-y goodness then try next chapter on for size. Don't forget to push the pretty periwinkle button and make me very happy.
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