A/N: Well well, all I had to do was bring on a little Tristan and the reviews are rolling in. Seriously I love you guys so much, your comments are awesome! I hope you'll like this chapter too. Hell, I shouldn't even be writing this, I should be studying studying and studying for my exams! But I desperately needed a break. Desperately!
Okay, so if I'm done with whining, we can go on to the questions.
First, yes, this is a Rogan, but I can't promise that there won't be small Trory moments. I have never really been a fan of him, but then I started to write and it felt oddly good. But I promise, with big P, that this will not end a Trory. I don't love Tristan that much!
Second, no, Finn doesn't have a crush on Rory. The only reason why he doesn't want her and Logan to date is because he knows how Huntzberger is with women (Because he is the same way!). He is afraid that if they start dating, Logan will screw up and he'll have to pick between Logan and Rory.
Now, I think that is it. Please read and review and I'll be your best friend!
I disclaim. I don't own any of the characters, and I am in no way associated with Gilmore Girls.
Chapter 9 – Surprise surprise
She simply stared at him for a moment, saying nothing, only watching the changes of her old 'friend'. He looked pretty much like himself though, his hair still blond and short, his eyes still amazingly blue, his smirk still annoyingly flirtatious. She had to admit, he was gorgeous, just like he had been in High School. And apparently his personality hadn't changed either. DuGrey was still a cocky arrogant bastard with an unbelievable annoying charm.
Surprise, surprise.
Her lips slowly curled into a smile. "Tristan DuGrey," she said, her voice thick with both happiness and sarcasm. It had been a long time since she had last seen him, but his annoying behaviour in high school was not forgotten. Far from. "Or should I say Bible Boy?"
He shrugged nonchalant. "Your choice Mary. Call me whatever you want." He grinned at her before moving to sit down across from her. "So, is little Miss Gilmore turning desperate?" he asked, crocking an eyebrow. "Blind dating?"
"Shouldn't it be the other way around?" she asked. "After all, I was the one being pressure into going on this date." She smiled her secret Ha-I-got-you-smile.
"Then that makes two of us," he answered with his own smile. "You know that I don't need blind dates, Mare. The girls still love me!"
She shot a look at Stephanie. She was too caught up in Michael and his sweet-talking to notice the strange atmosphere between her and Tristan. She turned to Tristan again and nodded her head. "Sure. Just like I loved you, right?" she asked amused, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Not to her surprise at all, he did a very Finn-alike move and held his hand close to his heart. "You wound me Mary. Are you saying that you never loved me? That I meant nothing? Say it isn't so!"
Simply rolling her eyes she answered, "Yeah Goldie, that is exactly what I am saying. That is what I've been trying to say since the moment I met you."
He raised an eyebrow. "Goldie?" he asked, then suddenly nodded his had understanding. "Oh yeah, I heard you and Paris became friends. She has always been fond of pet-names."
"Trust me, I don't think that was meant as a good thing."
"With Paris," the blonde began with a slight smile. "Nothing usually is." He watched as she shook her head, a smile lingering on her lips. "Okay Mary, enough playing around. What have you been up to?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back in his chair.
For a moment his sudden change in attitude confused her, but she figured it was safer just to let it pass. "This and that," she answered with a shrug of her shoulders. "The life of Rory Gilmore really isn't that interesting."
"No?" he asked disbelieving. "Now that is hard to believe considering you apparently know the infamous three PB's of Yale and the girl," he said with a look in Steph's direction.
"PB's?"
"The three playboys," Tristan explained. "Also known as Finn Morgan, Colin McCrea and of course Logan Huntzberger." At the last name his voice hardened slightly.
"Do you know them?" she asked a little angry. "If not, then you have no right to judge them."
"You are right," he said, nodding his head. "I don't know them, but what I've heard of them weren't exactly very flattering. Besides, I never would have figured you to be the type Mary, you always seemed to go for the poor boys. By the way, whatever happened to Bag Boy?"
Well, the nice conversation sure lasted long. "His name is Dean, and he is doing just fine," she said, now a little upset. She didn't need his lousy attitude and she sure as hell didn't need a reminder of Dean and their horrible relationship.
"Still with him?"
She couldn't help but snort. "No," she simply answered. "I'm not."
"Really?" he asked smirking. "So, no guy in your life right now?"
"Oh no, there is plenty of guys in my life, just none that I am dating." She hated the fact that he was still smirking like an idiot, it made her feel oddly uncomfortable. "What about you Joseph? Found your own Mary yet?"
"You will always be my Mary. No one can replace you, you know that!" he said dramatic, earning an eye-roll from her. "But on the serious note, no." He shook his head and cast a look at the table. "You will always be my Mary," he told her with a smile, as he looked up again and met her blue eyes.
"Huh," she whispered to herself, frowning slightly. The boy almost looked and sounded sincere.
He looked at her questioning, not really expecting that reactions, but when she said nothing, he only cleared his throat. "Right," he began and sat up straight in the chair. "So you got tricked into this date or what?" It was a lame attempt at trying to change the subject, he knew.
"Well, apparently Stephanie has done at lot these past months for me. I didn't really have a choice," she said half-annoyed. "Plus, when she turns all puppy-eyed on you, you can't say no."
"She learned something from you?" he asked with a smile, looking intense at her.
She blushed slightly and cursed herself for her shyness. She couldn't have him think that he actually had an effect on her.
She was about to say something when she noticed that Tristan's eyes was no longer on her, but something behind her. She dreaded the smile that crossed his thin face.
She had a feeling this day was going to get even more dramatic.
"The three stooges!" Steph shouted, her voice mixed with pleasure and annoyance, while Rory closed her eyes, before turning around. True enough, there they were. Colin; looking awfully upset and mad, Finn; a big smile plastered on his tanned face, and finally Logan; frowning and looking honestly confused.
Rory gave a weak smile and nodded her head. "Hey. What are you doing here?"
Finn was the first one who spoke up. "These two," he said and pointed to Logan and Colin, "was apparently bored to death and needed to get out-"
"You mean you weren't the one who wanted to go out? Restless, always chipper Finn Morgan was actually okay with spending an afternoon in his dorm?" she interrupted, looking mockingly shocked. "Are you sick Finny?"
He glared at her. "No, Reporter Girl, I am just dandy, thank you for asking." She gave him an innocent smile while Colin walked away. "Our friend Colin was pacing around the dorm, too viper and annoying, and Logan here, was simply just bored. And you know that this is out favourite café."
"Why didn't you go to the pub?" she asked Finn and Logan, Colin had already seated himself beside Stephanie and was speaking with fake interest to her date. "You love the pub, Finn."
"It's a school-night," he answered like it was obvious. Rory looked at Logan with a raised eyebrow, but he simply shook his head amused.
"So Ror, whose is your friend?"Logan asked as he shot a dirty look at Tristan.
For a moment she looked confused, then remembered the blonde seated in front of her. "Oh yeah," she began hesitating as Logan took a seat next to her and Finn a seat next to Tristan. "Oh right, Bible Boy, this is Logan Huntzberger and Finn Morgan," she introduced, even though she knew Tristan was well aware of who they were. "Guys, this is Tristan DuGrey. Actually he is my blind date, but we already know each other."
"Oh yeah? How so?" Logan asked with a smile. A strange smile, Rory noted. It was not his usually flirtatious smirk.
"Chilton. Me and Mary were great friends," Tristan answered for her, smirking.
Rory shouldn't help but snort, but tried to cover it up with a cough while Finn shook his head. "That can't be right, you don't even remember her name, mate."
"Tristan and the fellow idiots at Chilton gave me the nickname Mary, since I was oh so innocent." Rory rolled her eyes, thinking back at the memory. "Maybe 'great friends' is a little too strong. We were…" she stopped, searching for the right word.
"-Destined soulmates? Star-crossed lovers?" Tristan continued with a dreamy voice. "Simply just meant to be?"
Rory shook her head. "I was thinking something more like… Acquaintances."
"Don't be modest, Mary. You see," he began and looked at Logan and Finn. "Rory was deeply and secretly in love with me in High School. Just like all the others girl."
"I keep telling him that isn't true, but he has too big of an ego to believe it!"
"Well, we know a few more people like that," Stephanie chipped in, as her, Michael and Colin sat closer to the rest of the group. "Actually, practically everyone I know is like that!" She and Rory shared a smile. Stephanie quickly introduced Michael. "Now, introduce us to your date."
"Tristan DuGrey, Stephanie Peters, Colin McCrea and of course you know Michael."
He turned on the charm and took Stephanie's hand and kissed it briefly, earning glares from both his friend Michael and Colin.
"Well, this day certainly turned out surprising," Tristan began, his blue eyes once again on Rory. "Here I thought I was ending up with some stupid bimbo and instead I ended up with my lost love; the smartest and most beautiful girl in the whole world."
Logan, Finn and Colin all shared a look, wondering if they ever sounded as cheesy as that.
"I'm sorry that I have to say this to you for the hundredth time, but I am not your lost love," Rory told Tristan, her voice filled with mock annoyance. "But I understand why you can't forget about me, after all, I am pretty unforgettable."
"Of course you are. You're a Gilmore. No matter what you say, I truly believe that there's never a doll moment in your life."
"Definitely not now since the stooges is around," Steph chipped in. "If they aren't dragging her off to some party or event, they are forcing her to go to the pub."
"Speaking off, what are you doing tonight?" Tristan asked Rory nonchalant. "Since I am going to attend Yale, I need to know where the pub is."
"You are attending Yale?" Rory asked surprised. "What happened? Broke into another safe?"
Tristan smiled and shook his head. "No, I didn't even try to put a car together indoors. Princeton just got to boring. Plus I missed my Mary. So what do you say?"
"I don't know…" she trailed off. "It is a school-night-"
"No, Rory, that is actually a great idea," Logan said, getting surprised glares from everybody, but he shrugged them off. "This guy is attended Yale and he needs to know where the pub is. We'll all go, have a good time. You know we love to help out people in need."
Rory raised an eyebrow at him, but didn't say anything to him. She simply nodded.
"So, what do you say?" Logan asked Tristan.
He looked at him, as if trying to figure out if he was sincere or not. Finally he cracked a smile and nodded. "Sure, sounds good. Hey Mare, invite Paris. We'll make a party out of it!"
"Paris?" Finn asked questioning, his eyes huge. "As in Paris Gellar, your roommate?"
"Yes," Rory smiled, a cruel and yet innocent smile. She looked it when Finn was freaked out; it was rarely that he was. "Paris as in Paris Gellar, my roommate." Finn looked almost pained. It was highly amusing. "Don't worry Finn, I'm sure she doesn't remember."
"Yeah," Colin began sarcastic with a roll of his eyes. "Because it is very easy to forget a practically naked Australian hopping around in your dorm singing 'Copacabana'. I know I'll forget it just like that," he said and snapped his fingers.
Tristan leaned over the table and whispered playfully to Rory, "Anything I want to know further about?"
"Don't worry, you probably hear the whole story tonight from Paris tonight," she promised.
"Can honestly say that I am looking forward to it. The story and the company." He smirked and winked at her, and Rory couldn't help but smile back, her eyes watching him interested.
He hadn't changed at all.
She never noticed the sad look on Logan's face.
A/N: Mostly Trory action, I know. But it was fun writing their reunion, so I just couldn't stop myself. The next chapter will probably have more Rogan moments. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it and please review.
