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A/N: This chapter will be longer! All of you who commented, THANK YOU! I run on comments, and I usually don't update unless I get at least a couple, so thank you!
Milovroxmysox: I didn't mean to make the whole thing in bold, technical error.
The unoriginal and uninspired title…yeah, you get the point, Chapter 2"Tristan!" Rory cried, as she leapt into his arms and wrapped hers around his neck.
"Tristan?" Jess muttered, unable to form any other coherent thoughts at the shock of it all.
"What are you doing here? I didn't think I was going to get to see you until tomorrow! Not that I'm upset, or anything, but…" Rory trailed off as he captured her lips with his, not a particularly passionate kiss, casual, but possessive. At this sight, Jess nearly lost it; to see his love being possessed, held by anyone but him was just too much for him to handle, and yet, he couldn't bring himself to turn away and leave, for good. Something in him wanted to see her face as she looked into her companion's eyes, to see if she looked at him the way she had looked at Jess during their closest encounters. But he wasn't willing to reveal his presence, not yet. He wanted to have everything planned, every look, every thought, every word, before he let her know he had returned yet again. After everything they'd been through, he didn't want to look foolish in front of her and her fancy Chiltonite "buddy." Actually, he didn't really care what Tristan thought, but if his opinions influenced Rory, he wanted to make a hell of an impression.
As Rory leapt into Tristan's arms and welcomed his warm embrace. It was a pleasant surprise to see him a day early, though she would have liked a little bit of notice so that she could have fixed her hair and perhaps changed into something nicer, but he didn't seem to mind her appearance. As she hugged him, she opened her eyes, and they landed on a particular alcove near the alley. The same alcove where she had witnessed a particularly graphic face-sucking session between Jess and Shane, right after she had returned from Washington. Just the memory of the pain and jealousy and betrayal that she had felt that day made her stiffen, and Tristan pulled away, just a little, to look at her.
"You okay?" he asked softly.
She nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine," but even her words and his arms around her couldn't erase her thoughts, couldn't get rid of the memory of Jess's arms, of his, touch, of his kiss, God, whenever she thought about his lips on hers, even after all this time, her body had a flashback. Even during their most passionate moments, Tristan could never get her responding the way she had to the slightest touch from Jess.
But I'm with Tristan now, and he's here…not Jess…
Jess had suffered about enough, watching his Rory in the arms of another guy, Tristan no less, and had just turned away to leave when he heard his name.
"Well well well. If it isn't Stars Hollow's resident "bad boy!"
At the sound of Tristan's voice, Rory turned, and when she saw the all too familiar outline behind the tree, her heart nearly leapt out of her throat. Her voice came out, slowly and weakly.
"…Jess?"
A/N: I know, short, I'm sorry, but once I get the Lit interactions started they will be longer, I promise!