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Tristan woke up that morning to his cell phone ringing. Who the Hell could that be? He wondered as he began following the sound to the pile of clothes still in the middle of the room.

"Hello?" He said still half asleep.

"DuGray?" It was Noah.

"Yeah man, sorry I was still sleeping."

"Oh well, I've got some news." Tristan smiled. He knew what was coming. "Laura said yes! We are getting married."

"Congratulations! I'm so happy for you guys."

"Thanks, but I have more to ask of you."

"Anything."

"Will you be my best man?" Tristan smiled even more.

"Of course. It would be an honor."

"Would Rory want to be a bridesmaid?"

"Hold on, let me ask her." Noah started laughing, he knew exactly why Tristan was still sleeping.

"Ror?" he nudged her awake. "Ror." He said a little louder this time.

"What?" She said pushing his hands away from her.

"Laura wants to know if you want to be a bridesmaid in her wedding."

"What!"

"Laura and Noah are getting married."

"Yeah, I got that. Of course." She said now fully awake.

"Noah? She said she would love to." Tristan now said into the phone.

"Great. We're thinking of doing it this summer. Laura wants a small wedding so it won't be hard to pull together. I'll let you know when we set the date."

"Sounds good. Were you petrified?" Tristan asked.

"Yes." Noah began to tell him the story as Tristan settled back on the bed. Rory watched him as he laughed and spoke to his best friend. She loved seeing this side of him. I wonder when he'll ask me she thought. It was then that she realized she was going to get to see him every day for the entire summer. She smiled at the thought. Her worries from the night before meant nothing now. She was good. She went to take her shower and get ready for the long day ahead of her. When she emerged, Tristan was just finishing his conversation.

"Ok, Send Laura our love." Tristan said as he hung up the phone. "What are you thinking about?" he asked as moved closer to her. He was thinking about their future.

"I was just thinking that we get to wake up together every morning this summer. It's nice."

"Yeah it is."

"How's Noah?" she asked.

"He's good now. Last night he was a nervous wreck." He smirked.

"Poor guy. I'm going to have to call Laura later."

"It's kind of weird though, my best friend getting married. You know we met at Military School?"

"You and Noah?" he had her attention.

"Yeah, we were in the same barrack. He was there for the same reason I was, some petty crime that the parents didn't know how to deal with. Anyway, we became friends out of necessity. Neither one of us thought we needed to be there." Rory scoffed but Tristan continued."Then when we graduated, we both went to UNC and he met Laura and I met Ty and soon there were four of us instead of two."

"Poor Laura, all alone with the three musketeers."

"Ah, but now there are five." He said smiling. "And Poor Laura has another girl to talk to."

"Yes. I've been there though." Tristan looked at her confused. "I mean, I was the only girl in a trio of troublemakers too you know." Tristan nodded.

"Ah. Yes." He was clearly uncomfortable with the comparison between him and Logan so she quickly changed the subject.

"So when are they getting married?"

"This summer. Sounds like it's going to just be a small ceremony. Just friends and family." Rory smiled.

"I've always wanted a small wedding. Emily would never let that happen though." She smiled as she got up to finish getting ready.

"Hey. Where do you think you are going?" Tristan said as she moved away from him. He grabbed her arm and pulled her back into bed. She screamed as she landed on top of him with a thud.

"Are we going to have this battle every morning all summer?"

"God I hope so." He said as he ran his fingers down her cheek just before kissing her.

"Tristan. We've got to find a place to live; I've got to do that interview with the Times. There's a lot to do."

"Do we have to do it all today?" He said in a whiny tone. He knew he had already lost the argument.

"Yes." She said just to annoy him.

"Well I've got a place to live already. We just have to move all your stuff in."

"What!" She looked at him with disbelief.

"As soon as my parents found out I was going to be spending my summer here, they called their real estate agent and got me a place. They refused to let me live in some 'junkie hell-hole'. Apparently I've got enough of the DuGray name left in me that they can't let their reputations get ruined. So there are still some perks for the torture." He said with a smile.

"Apparently." She said.

"So does that buy us a few hours?" He asked as his hand slid around her waist.

"Nice try. It's just one thing off the list." She said as she showed him the list in her hand.

"When did you make a list?" He said ripping the paper out of her hand before she could react. He scanned the bullet points.

"Last night after you went to bed." She said with a smile. "I may have said yes, but I couldn't sleep without a list. Now give it back and I'll get started." He shook his head.

"You're crazy." He said as he held it over her head.

"And you love me, now give it back." She tried reaching for it. It was a futile attempt. "Tristan! Give me the list." She was serious now.

"You are sick, fighting harder for this list than you did for me." He said clicking his tongue in a disapproving manner.

"Well I'm a girl of priorities."

"Ouch." He said as he gave her the list back.

"Thank you." She said.

"Just for that, I should get a good half hour of your time." He said.

"I'll give you five minutes." She said looking at the clock.

"I'll take it." He pulled her close and kissed her gently. He laid her down on the bed and began trailing kisses down her neck and collarbone. She entwined her fingers in his hair, still messy from sleeping, and sighed. She could definitely get used to this. "You smell like vanilla." He managed in between kisses.

"Soap," she replied with a smile.

"I like it." He paused to smile and look into her eyes. Without any words, they both understood that it would be like this forever. He caressed her bare arm with his fingertips and caused her to shiver. He delved in for another long, slow kiss. Rory's head was foggy and her heart was pounding. She would never understand what it was about him that caused her insides to melt, but he always got the same reaction from her. Tristan's tongue was expertly investigating her mouth when the phone rang.

"Don't answer it." She commanded as he kissed her once more.

"I have to." He groaned before picking up the phone. "Hello?"

"Tristan dear, It's your mother."

"Hello mother." He said as he quickly got off Rory.

"Have you been to the apartment yet?" She asked in a business like tone.

"No, not yet." He said slightly irritated. "We were going to do it today actually."

"We?" she asked. "Who is we?"

"I'm dating Rory Gilmore mother, you remember Richard Gilmore?"

"Yes of course, is that her grandfather? I never realized. Will she be living with you?"

"Yes." Rory giggled at his obvious discomfort.

"Well, we'll have to have dinner with her and her grandparents some night." Tristan got a painful look on his face, which made Rory stop laughing.

"That sounds…great." It physically pained him to say the words.

"Well wonderful. You take care, and make sure to call the agent if things aren't up to our standards. Bye." The phone clicked

"Bye." He said to the dead line. Rory smiled supportively at him.

"Well that sounded interesting."

"You and your grandparents and probably Lorelei and Luke, as well as my grandfather and parents and myself are going to be having dinner together sometime in the near future."

"Ugh, no wonder you looked like you were going to die." She said with a look mixed with understanding and sympathy.

"Don't look at me like that. You are going to be there with me."

"Don't remind me. Hey, at least my grandparents liked you. I'm sure your parents will hate me."

"They can't hate you, you come from a good Hartford family. You're going to Yale. You're going to work for the Times. You're name isn't Tristan." He said bitterly as he stuffed a pillow over his face.

"Hey, no suicide missions please." She said as she removed the pillow from his hand.

"Quick, call Lorelei and tell her so that she can claim she and Luke have other plans. We don't need innocent bystanders to get hurt in the crossfire." He threw his phone at her. "I'll be in the shower trying to erase the last five minutes of my life."

"Drama king." She yelled as she started dialing the number.