Title: The Game's On

Author: Gilmoregirl7878

A/N: I know it's been a while since I updated my story. I know how I want this story to go, but I'm not sure what to do right now, but I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Trory!

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Rory and Tristan sped out of the Chilton parking lot in Rory's car, Tristan didn't know where they were going but it seemed like Rory did.

They were silent for most of the ride, partly because the music was blaring out of the speakers and partly because Rory definitely didn't look like she was in a talking kind of mood.

Tristan was thrown out of his thoughts when he felt the car stop and he looked at their destination confusedly.

"A mall?" He asked her.

"Yup. Whenever I'm upset, I shop. It's like therapy." Rory informed him, getting out of the car and locking it behind them as they walked toward the mall.

"And why did you bring me along?" Tristan joked.

"Because everyone loves to shop with me." Rory stated.

"I doubt Finn has the patience to follow you around."

"No, he doesn't. But he does when I model my clothes for him. So, where to first? Victoria's Secrets?" Rory asked him while looking back at Tristan who had stopped walking suddenly.

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Two hours later they sat down in the food court with their food and Rory's many bags.

"How do you shop so much?" He asked amazed.

"It's a gift and this is nothing. You should see me when I actually plan on shopping, this is just impulse buying."

"How are you not bankrupt." He joked.

"Well with my 'New Daddy's' credit card." Rory said with sarcastic cheeriness.

"Yeah, so Mr. Medina." Tristan stated uneasily, knowing that the subject was a delicate one.

"They got married last year." Rory said stoically.

"And you don't get along with him."

"Understatement of the year." Rory joked bitterly.

"What happened?"

"Okay, new subject." Rory said abruptly.

"Sorry, What happened to Dean?" Tristan asked.

"Dean? Well, after I moved to Hartford he told me that the 'long distance' was too hard," She rolled her eyes.

"You mean, what, twenty minutes, is to far for him?" Tristan scoffed.

"He's a jackass. I haven't seen him in a couple months so it doesn't matter anymore."

"And Finn?"

"What is this the Inquisition? Finn and I are best friends. He's always there for me and I, him."

"And you sleep with him." He stated.

"Well, yeah. I know he would never hurt me and if you haven't noticed...Finn is pretty hot," Rory said the last part in a whisper which made Tristan laugh.

"Oh I've noticed, I mean if I was a girl..." Tristan joked and Rory laughed.

"You wanna get out of her now?" She asked.

"Yeah, sure. Where to now?" He asked while picking up her bags and started walking with her to the car.

"Lorelai probably already knows that I skipped from my dear ol' Stepdad, so your house I guess." She decided while shutting her car trunk

"Good, it's not like my parents are ever home."

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"So, this is the famous Tristan DuGrey's bedroom. If these walls could talk." Rory teased when they entered his bedroom.

"Actually, when I moved back I switched my room to the opposite side of the house than my parents so these walls couldn't talk." Tristan told her.

"Huh. So, this is a virginal room? Whaddya say we break it in." Rory said seductively, sitting down at the end of his bed and pulling him closer to her. Tristan smirked and pushed her back onto his bed and kissed her and she responded just as feverishly.

Her hands found their way to his pants and started to undo them when he stopped her.

"Stop." He breathed when they broke apart and he got up off the bed and ran a hand through his hair.

"What? What's wrong?" Rory asked confused, propping herself up on her elbows.

"Mary..Rory, we have to stop."

"Why, I was certainly getting along." Rory mumbled, getting off his bed and taking a breath of air. "Tristan, I'm not the girl you remember." Rory tried to explain.

"No, you're not. But I'm not the same guy you remember either."

"Don't worry, Tris. In no time the last thing you'll be thinking of is 'stop' when we're in that position again." She promised. She ran her hands up his chest and kissed him sensually before winking at him and leaving his bedroom.

Rory Gilmore did not lose a bet.

Tristan stared at his now closed door and sighed and took one look at his bed before groaning and going into the bathroom for a shower.

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A/N: I know she comes off as kinda slutty, but that's the point! Haha. I hope you enjoyed it anyway.

I started a new story it's:

Not Meant To Be

Some things are unforgivable. Some things can never be forgotten. Some things aren't meant to be and they knew it from the start. But that doesn't stop them. Dark PDLD.

Please check it out and review, I want to know what you think of this and my new story.

Thanks!