Flashback

"Tristan Janlan DuGrey! Step away from the can," I said talking about the whip cream he was reaching for on the bed post, "We'll call the doctor I promise this really isn't the way to go," I teased.

"Too late Mary," he said grabbing the can and covering me with the white cream.

"You are so not getting any for like two months buddy. Game over for you."

"Come on Mary. It was just a little whip cream. Is it really gonna cost me two months?" he questioned.

"Yes," I said with a little glee in my eyes. It was honestly just funny to watch him squirm.

"Mary, you have all this whip cream on you. How 'bout I clean it up for you," he suggested than proceeded to lick my neck.

Okay so he would get some tonight but that was it. I felt myself caving like he knew I would. In seconds we were on his bed, tongues dueling and each one of us massaging the other.

End of Flashback

"Okay so we should probably get started. Right Mary?" Tristan said before either thinking.

"Yeah Tris we should," I said as I cleared the imaginary lint off my skort and sat down on the floor.

"So how are we gonna start this Rory?"

"Well the assignment was to write about a really hard time in your life, right? Right. So I guess you could write about being shipped off to military school, you know being torn from your mom and dad and friends and I guess I'll figure out something else to write about," I told him. "Right now I just need to narrow my options down."

"What options Rory?"

"What do you mean, what options. I have plenty to choose from. I could write about plenty of things. Dean and me breaking up. My dad always walking out on my mom and me. Going to Chil-"

"Those are what you consider the hard times in your life," Tristan stated more than asked.

"Yeah those were all hard times."

"Rory, you were never a good liar. Why won't you write about the truth? Why are you afraid to write about the one thing that you and I both know you should write about?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," I said and got up to leave.

But Tristan was faster and went to the door before I could run out.

"Mary, you can't lie to me. You know exactly what I'm talking about but you won't write about it. Why are you so scared to be honest with yourself and with me?" Tristan asked as he was leaning against the closed door.

"I am not going to go there because if I do then I'm vulnerable. And if I'm vulnerable then my heart gets broken. I won't have that happen again. I'm not going to risk everything I have and look stupid just so, uh never mind. This conversation is over."

"Wait a minute. How is it my fault that you were heart broken?"

"You're not seriously asking that question are you? Tristan I lost our baby in a car wreck and then you get shipped off to military school to make sure you don't get into more trouble and now you think it wasn't your fault that I was heart broken."

"You broke up with me, you don't get to be heart broken!" he exclaimed.

"Ok you know what, how about you lose a child and the person you love in the matter of weeks and see how you feel."

"It wasn't my fault!"

"Whatever Tristan. I'm done with this conversation. I'm just done," I said and left his house hoping to catch a bus back to Stars Hollow.