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 wouldn't have broken 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 3 – Inseparable

After the alcohol and the grass wore off, I was sitting in Tristan's apartment. It was a hellhole. He and Steph had rented it without his father and her mother's knowledge, both to escape the verbal lashings and for Tristan, the beatings. But since the lack of credit cards were used and only cash, the options of renting something decent dwindled considerably.

I was curled up next to Logan, enjoying the feelings of just being near him. Steph was lying on the carpeted floor, clearly out of it, and Finn was sitting crossed legged, strumming absently on a guitar. Paris was doing something to the kitchen, and Tristan and Rory were nowhere to be found.

"Logan?" I asked him slightly groggy, shaking him a little bit. "Where are Tristan and Rory?"

He laughed a little bit and pointed to a heap on the floor I must have missed.

Tristan and Rory. Seriously high. And seriously making out.

Rory broke the passionate kiss for a second to straddle him and then resumed the kiss. He hungrily devoured her, his hands sliding up her back against her skin, under her halter. She looped her arms around his neck, playing with the ends of his hair before pressing her whole body as close to him as possible.

She moaned lustfully against his lips, quite loudly, drawing an evil glare from Paris. "Would you two keep it down?" She snapped.

Tristan just lifted Rory up easily and began to carry her into what I could only assume was the bedroom, never once breaking the passionate kiss, and almost stepping on poor Steph who was now counting the dots in the ceiling.

The door slammed shut behind them.

That's the main thing I remember, the door slamming shut. The apartment was so small it made the couch shake. And Paris got so pissed she threw something across the room. Don't ask me what it was though. I can't remember.

"Who the hell invited that bitch to the party anyways?" Paris raved furiously as banged around the kitchen. "I can't believe Tristan fell for a girl like that!"

"Paris, shut the fuck up," Steph said, mimicking Paris's earlier sentiments. Finn stopped strumming his guitar and burst out laughing, which made Steph only giggle harder her loose curls shaking with her body.

"Steph," Logan warned half-heartedly, knowing his sister was probably hurting that Tristan wasn't with her instead.

"Look," Steph started, sitting up to look at Paris. "Tristan's my step-brother. I've known him a lot longer than you. And as much as I hate to admit it, he's a bastard. He's cold. He's heartless," her expression grew serious as she tucked a few strands of her hair behind her ears. "Maybe, if he finds someone, he'll soften up a little bit,"

Paris let out a harsh laugh. "Please!" She said, rolling her eyes and pouring a drink. "Do you honestly think this will last? It's hormones. Pure and simple,"

Finn rolled his eyes and sat up to look at Paris directly. "Paris, I love you, dollface, but if you want Tristan, just tell him you want to jump his bones. I'm sure he'll oblige,"

"I feel vibes," Steph announced, pulling herself up and walking to the kitchen to check out the refrigerator. "Large vibes. More than sexual," Her eyes searched, then shrugging with her decision, she pulled out a beer and twisted it open.

Her words obviously hit home with Paris, whose eyes softened to almost vulnerable. "You think?" She asked softly, before hardening her exterior once again. I don't think anyone else heard her.

I did though.

A large uninhibited desperate moan came from the bedroom.

I just stared at the door with my eyes wide. I didn't know who the hell I was anymore. My best friend, who, on several occasions, had told me she would only sleep with a guy after she fell in love with him, was now in the back room screwing a guy she had only met 5 hours ago. Beyond that fact, I had just gotten high with a guy I barely knew. ME!

And that saddest part of all? I was enjoying the hell out of it.

With the exception of Paris, I really clicked with everyone there. It's like, they understood me. It may have been drug induced, but all I know is, they were like family to me.

Rory emerged from the room an hour later, wearing nothing but a tank top and underwear, grabbed a couple of beers from the refrigerator, and disappeared behind the closed doors once again.

I checked my watch. It was getting close to 4am. We were supposed to be home two hours ago. I turned to Logan who was half asleep. "Hey, I gotta go."

Logan just smiled sleepily– God, how I miss him.

Sorry.

He pulled me close, brushing a light kiss against my lips. "Okay." He had whispered before nodding off fully.

Happy. I was just so happy in that moment. Sometimes I wish I could feel just pure happiness again. Not drug induced. Not chemical. Just plain happy.

I reluctantly removed myself from his embrace, standing up and walking over to the bedroom. Everyone else was passed out or sleeping. "Rory!" I called to her, tapping on the door. "We gotta get home!"

I heard muttered whispers on the other side, and then the distinct sound of kissing. "I'm serious!!" I called to her, tapping it again.

Three seconds later, Rory opened the door, fully dressed, a trailing Tristan behind her in jeans and no shirt. Both of their hair was tousled. She tried to make her way to the front door, but he grabbed her by the waist, spun her around, and pinned her to the door, then kissed her hard.

"Call me," he finally whispered, breaking himself apart from her. She just smiled smugly at him.

"Bye guys!" She said, her eyes not leaving Tristan's not even noticing nobody else was awake. Then, grabbing my hand, she pulled me to the door.

The car had been parked at a weird angle, which left me wondering … did I do that?

Rory tossed me the keys and I slid into the driver's seat. She plopped down in the passenger side seat and squealed really loudly.

"Oh my GOD!" She practically screamed. "That was, hands down, the BEST night of my life,"

I tried not to smile too giddily as I pounded her for details. "What happened? I mean, who the hell ARE YOU? You and Tristan?" I stared at her, grinning expectantly. "Details already!"

She laughed and stretched. "Louise, I don't even know where to start! My brain, is like, buzzing a billion times a second. And I miss him already. How pathetic is that?"

"Rory!" I squealed, almost missing the turn. "You have got to tell me what happened!"

And she just turned to look at me, with this huge smile on her face. I think I'll remember that smile until they day I die. She clasped her hands under chin and just grinned.

"Babe," she told me. "I'm way too wired up to even talk about it. Tomorrow? Okay?"

That was something new. Rory ALWAYS told me what happened. In excruciating, mind numbing detail. Now, all of a sudden, she wasn't talking?

I realized we were at my house, and I got out of the car, watching her as she climbed into the driver seat. She gave me a final grin, and then turned the car out of the driveway.

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I didn't see her until next day at school. She didn't show up for the first period, but I hunted her down, and finally cornered her in the bathroom early second period.

"Okay, you've blown me off for too long!" I cried in desperation. I needed details that very second or I wouldn't have been able to function clearly.

She just gave a dreamy smile and hopped onto the counter.

"It was … intense," she said, leaning against the mirror and staring up into the ceiling as if she was staring at heaven itself. "I mean, the second I saw him, something inside of me just … clicked, I guess. And I mean, he was totally feeling it too! He's got that whole wounded, bad boy image, and the way he kisses me …" She trailed off in this subdued way and got very quiet … too quiet … very un-Rory. "I think … I think I'm in love," she looked straight at me, her bright blue eyes wild with excitement. "That's why I went all the way. It just seemed right."

I tried not to be too skeptical. "And you weren't high when all this was taking place?"

She laughed slightly. "Only a little," she admitted. "He … okay … this is going to sound really strange … but it's like … I was high off him. I was high off the way he touched me, the way he made my stomach leap …" She trailed off again. "He seemed so tough … when we were dancing at the party. He seemed so tough. And then, when we were … well … together … he was so gentle. It's like, in a way he never thought he could be." She got this pensive look in her bright blue eyes. Her voice dropped to a whisper and I leaned forward trying to die from anticipation and sheer giddiness from her tale. "He told me for the first time in his life he didn't feel like a nobody, that he was worth something … and then he just kissed me. And it was so sweet."

I stared at Rory completely dumbfounded as we both stared at each other trying not to let out massive girly squeals. I remember being so happy and giddy for her then. So glad. How was I supposed to know what it would all lead to?

A bathroom stall door swung open behind me, shattering the moment and both Rory and I jumped. There stood a pissed off looking Paris.

Rory's smile dimmed slightly and she pushed herself off the counter back onto the ground.

Paris was only slightly taller than Rory but used her height to throw her weight. However, Rory was pretty quick. The fight was going to be pretty close to call.

"I wouldn't get too excited," Paris said, cattily. "He does it with lots of girls. You can't honestly think that you were his first, or anything."

Rory didn't respond, just smiled slightly. "You're in love with him." She said. I think she might have meant it as a rhetorical question, but it was a definite statement. Even Paris couldn't deny it.

Paris stared her up and down. I was a little shocked at Rory's motif for the day myself. Her plaid skirt was hiked up high above her knees, while her Chilton shirt seemed to have shrunk about 2 sizes and now pulled tightly across her chest.

"I've known him forever," She finally said. "Don't think that if he had to choose between the two of us, he'd choose me,"

Rory smirked. Something that threw me a little. Rory grinned, she smiled, she didn't smirk. "There isn't a contest," She said matter of factly. "I'll give him the out option. Today, actually. I hear he's actually in school today. If he wants to go to you. He'll go to you. If not … you'll finally know and will, hopefully, be able to move along with your pathetic existence."

Paris narrowed her eyes dangerously as Rory grabbed my hand and brushed right past her, slamming the door on the way out.

I laughed. It was exhilarating, seeing Paris put in her place like that. Couldn't say the bitch didn't deserve it.

Rory and I attended class until lunch, where we found Logan, Steph, Tristan, Paris and Finn all sitting by a tree in the courtyard.

"There they are!" I whispered, jerking my head in the direction that they were. Rory caught my brown eyes nervously.

"How do I look?" We both said at the same time, and then burst out laughing.

"Louise, what am I going to do?" Rory said suddenly overcome with nervousness. "I can't give her the satisfaction of walking over there!" Her bright blue eyes got the insecure look in them, that I knew so well, and she started babbling. "I'll look totally pathetic!"

I smiled at her and pulled her over to them.

"Hi Logan!" I said smiling, releasing her arm, making it seem like I had pulled her over there with me.

Logan smiled up at me and pulled me down to sit next to him. I eagerly succumbed to his arm wrapping around my waist. Tristan was checking out Rory again.

"Hey baby," he said, reaching up to grab her waist and pulled her down with him. Paris's grip on her diet coke tightened.

"Hey," She replied as he started to run his hand up the back of her shirt. "Oh yeah," she said, going in for the kill. "I just wanted to let you know that if you want to ditch me and hook up with Paris, let me know."

Steph let out a small gasp and immediately clamped her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide. Finn paled a little, and Logan sent a worried glance in the direction of his sister. She hadn't attacked Rory yet. Good sign.

Paris's complexion grew a little redder.

Tristan took no notice of all this as he dashed hot kisses up the side of her neck. "Yeah right," he smirked. "Has hell frozen over yet?"

Rory grinned with victory and watched with joyous contentment as Paris mumbled an excuse and promptly left.

All was right in my world once again.

Everyone else sat in an awed silence.

It was pretty much established right then-- the unbreakable law. Rory was Tristan's girl. He had embarrassed Paris, and he was now kissing his way to Rory's lips.

Honestly, I can't remember, after that, a time when anyone doubted them. They were Tristan and Rory. They were inseparable in that hot, passionate way of theirs.

Inseparable.

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