ADDICTION

Disclaimer – Gilmore Girls don't belong to me. If I did, Lorelai never would've slept with Chris, let alone married the guy and Rory and Logan would not be breaking up for good at the end of the season.

Summary - Addiction can be deadly and the road it leads you down can be even deadlier. Trory. Told from Louise's POV.

WARNING: Extremely AU!!! A story about drug addiction. Contains Rory/Tristan, Louise/Logan and brief mentions of Steph/Collin and Paris/Finn.

Necessary Background Information - Chris and Lorelai got married when they had Rory, so Rory grew up in Hartford, next door to Louise, and thus they became best friends. Tristan & Steph are step-brother and sister. Paris & Logan are brother and sister. (Honor and Madeline were not used as they did not fit appropriately for this story)

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ADDICTION

Chapter 1 - Just Talk

Rory, the young brunette girl in the picture, was my best friend. We had lived next door together our whole lives, meet when we were just babies and were inseparable ever since. From kindergarten where we both openly mocked the glue eaters and the nose pickers, to the first day of 8th grade where she was a straight-A geek and I was … well … the eight-grade version of Shirley Temple.

Every single detail of my life, she knew. I held nothing back. Deep dark family secrets, secrets I was told to never expose to anyone. Even thoughts that passed through my mind that absolutely disgusted me.

Everything.

And it's so ironic … she was me. I was her. I could have ended up just like her.

See … she fell in love. So did I. Not to the same guy, of course. I had Logan. Logan was friends with her guy. And I introduced him to her.

Tristan DuGrey.

I'm getting ahead of myself.

I need to stop. I need to tell the story. If I don't tell the story, it won't make any sense. Not that a drug addict can make a lot of sense … but you know what I mean.

I hope.

Sophomore Year. We were both 16. I was the bubbly girl, she was the literature nerd. You know … life went on at a normal pace. She worried about school. I worried about the latest fashion and gossip. She worried about pleasing her grandparents. I worried about the occasional football game on Saturday.

Then … I fell in love.

Enter Logan Huntzburger.

I was naïve to think he wasn't a druggie. I mean, now … I look back and think "How could he not have been a druggie?" The signs were so there. I heard him reference it. I'd seen him come to Chilton completely smashed. There wasn't that much mystery to it.

I didn't want to fall in love with him. Believe me. I wish I could have been like the rest of brainless ditzes in my school and loved jockboy Kyle Johnson. I heard that he had been interested in me.

Anyway, one day out of the blue, Logan approached me at my locker at school and invited me to go to this party, and I was dying to go. I knew the crowd Logan hung around with, and I didn't care. Logan Huntzburger wanted me to go to a party. That's all that was important.

When it comes to going on dates, I require 4 things. 1) Killer hair. 2) Killer makeup. 3) Killer outfit, and finally, 4) my best friend as close as possible without it being a ménage trois.

So, after I had gotten my hair, makeup and outfit planned, I phoned Rory, begging her to go with me to this party.

"NO!"

"But Rory—" I protested, desperate to persuade her.

"LOUISE! Do you have any idea what kind of people are going to be at this party?"

Truthfully, I had no idea. "Yes! Logan's friends."

"That's right! Druggies."

"They aren't druggies—" And that I truly did believe.

Rory just groaned. "Louise! Wake up! They're druggies."

I bit my lip even, feeling even more desperate to get my girl to come with me. "Rory, don't you think you're being a tad judgmental. I mean … they could just be misunder—"

Rory shrieked indignantly over the phone, causing myself to cringe. "MISUNDERSTOOD? These kids are so strung out they can barely talk half the time and you're telling me they're misunderstood?"

"No, my point is, that we don't know if they're druggies or not. So just go. That way, you can see if they're druggies, then have actual facts to base your opinion on,"

She was quiet for a few seconds. "You suck, you know that?"

I grinned stupidly. I knew I had won. "I love you! Pick me up at 8!"

She muttered a few choice words along with her confirmation.

She picked me up at 8:32. She was always late.

"You look amazing!" I squealed, as I slid into the passenger side of her mother's Jeep. I don't remember what she was wearing now. I think it was a simple halter with a pair of dark blue low-riders.

"So do you," she said, with much less enthusiasm.

"Thank you so much for going with me," I told her. "It really means a lot to me,"

She flicked her wrist and told me it was nothing. But I could tell she was nervous.

Looking back now, I wonder why. Was it because she was going to a party with lots of druggies? Or maybe, did she sense what was going to happen to her. That by going to this party, she would suddenly be sucked into a world she didn't want to be in.

The said party was going to be held at this hip restaurant. Finn Morgan's dad owned it, and since he was going out of town, Finn found this to be the perfect opportunity to throw a party. Finn was a good friend of Logan's. He dated Paris, Logan's sister for a while, and continued to sleep with her occasionally. I, of course, didn't know that at the time.

Rory gracefully parked the car, and I found myself practically gliding with anticipation to the front door.

I was such a moron.

The music was too loud and the lights were too dim. I got used to it, after a while, but that was the first thing I noticed. And, as embarrassing as this is, my first thought was 'How do I find Logan?'

Rory just wrinkled her nose in disgust and pulled me the rest of the way inside. "You wanted to come, we're here, so I'd better enjoy myself."

"Where's Logan?" I asked her. She gave me a glare I chose to ignore at that moment, and continued to pull me into a secluded corner.

"I can barely hear myself think!" Rory was saying loudly. "This annoying music is too damn loud!"

Then, I saw him. "Louise!" he called, beckoning me.

Logan.

Standing gorgeous, blonde hair, inviting brown eyes, grinning at me.

I grabbed Rory's hand and pulled both of us over to him. "Hi Logan!" I said, so excited.

What is it about drugs that kill all excitement? I don't get excited anymore. I just get cynical.

He grabbed my other free hand and pulled me into a room on the side. Rory followed. There inside, I saw the rest of his group: Finn, Paris, Steph and Tristan all sitting on some red velvet couches, a small coffee table in front of them decorated with booze, glasses, dead cigarettes and more.

It seems so surreal now. He just pulled me into the room, and there they all were. I had no way of knowing that they'd be all I'd have later on. They were just Logan's friends.

Finn was the loud musician, typical Aussie guy. Surprisingly he didn't drink a lot, just normally smoked a lot of grass. That's all you can really say about him. Like I said before, his dad owned the restaurant and many others around the globe. "Hey Logan, guys," he said, smiling at Rory and I.

Paris was Logan's sister, and was pretty enough. You know the type. Long blond hair, big brown eyes, pretty. She was a total bitch though. The second we walked into the room, she was already scowling. "What are they doing here?" She snapped at Logan, taking another drag of a cig and then swallowing some sort of hard liquor. She didn't like grass. It made her too happy. She preferred something that just made her look tough.

Steph rolled her eyes at Paris, and took a sip of what look liked a screwdriver. Steph was basically cool. Medium length blonde hair and silvery blue eyes. She was Tristan's step-sister. "Want a drink?" She asked, as nicely as possible. She was a little buzzed, but nothing too bad. After all, it was only 9:00 at night.

Tristan said nothing at all, leaning back into the couch and just stared Rory up and down as if captivated by her mere presence. He was one hundred percent sober, which was extremely rare for him.

See, I need to tell you about Tristan for you to understand why his story is so beautiful. Tristan hated the world, and the world hated Tristan. Steph was his step-sister, but I don't even know how much she knew him.

William DuGrey, his own father, abused the crap out of him, mainly verbally but on the odd occasion physically too, and because of it, it made him hard. It drove him to the streets; it drove him to take whatever he could find. I couldn't even tell you how many times he almost OD'd when I knew him.

I mean, the guy was one hundred percent trouble. He was tall, well built and intimidating. He had those dark azure piercing eyes. Like that they could see right through you and figure out who you were instantly. The scruffy, blonde unkempt hair. I looked at him, and I immediately cringed.

Rory looked at him, she fell in love.

Don't look at me like that. I know, I've used the word love too often in the last fifteen minutes, but you don't know what it's like. You sit there and think, "Teenagers aren't capable of falling in love," just because you never did. But I fell in love. And Rory fell in love. I know that for a fact.

Because you see, Dr. Chris or whoever the hell you are, Rory's love destroyed her. Rory's love for Tristan, Rory's love for me, Rory's love of life…it all contributed.

Just…stop looking at me. Look down in your notebook, and take the notes. I'll just keep talking.

I'll just keep talking.

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