Tristan was back at his apartment and walking straight towards the bathroom door. One hand was still holding the bleeding cut on his throat and the other reaching for the handle to open the closed door and get inside. Once he was in, he turned towards the mirror and let his hand drop from his throat. The cut looked worse than it was and the bleeding wasn't as bad as it had been in the beginning. It was all pretty messy, but he was used to that in his life.

Tristan got himself a wash towel and rinsed it in lukewarm water. He gently pressed it against his throat and began to clean away the blood that was either still fresh and glistening on his tanned skin, or already dried and sticking painfully over the gash.

He murmured slight words of discomfort. Once he was free of all the blood, he got himself some cream that would quicken the healing process and wrapped a bandage around his neck. Now he needed rest, so he walked back out of the bathroom and right towards his bedroom. Without doing more than pulling his sticky T-shirt off and his boots, he got himself into bed and let out a loud sigh. Hands pulled behind his head to make it more comfortable he thought about tomorrow night.

Rory. He would get to see Rory again and her beautiful hair that fell over her eyes when she got mad at him about something. Her clear blue eyes would glisten with fury and her face would contort into nothing else, but pure hatred towards him. Although he seemed to see something else but anger in them. Some sort of…amusement too. He smirked to himself and got under the covers. This was good he thought. Everything was going to fall into place sooner or later. And with that thought on his mind, he fell into a peaceful slumber, only to wake up tomorrow with fresh energy to get the girl that he wants.

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Rory woke up the next morning to the smell of freshly made coffee. The smell that she would recognize anywhere was wafting through her bedroom, luring her out into the kitchen where she could pour herself a cup. She slid out of bed, got into her slippers and walked outside. Her mother was not there, so she walked towards the coffee machine. As she picked up her mug that was already placed there, she saw a post it on it. It was Lorelai's handwriting and it said:

'I'm at Luke's. Meet me there when you wake up. I tried waking you up, but you tried to hit me with your foot, so I backed right out. Oh, and by the way. Good morning hun. (Smiley face)'

Rory grinned as she read the letter to herself and after taking it off and sticking it somewhere else, she poured herself a cup of steaming hot, black coffee. This was the perfect morning. Sitting at the table with a coffee mug held tight in between her hands and a peaceful silence that would even make it possible to hear a feather drop to the floor.

After Rory drank her third cup of coffee, she walked back inside her room and got changed from her pyjamas into a pair of jeans and an orange T-shirt that said: "Coffee is like a ritual. Don't ever forget that."

After getting dressed she headed out towards Luke's. It was about 10:45 when she got there. She walked inside the diner and found her mum sitting at the counter talking animatedly to Luke, who had a frown on his face and a look that said 'why me' plastered on his face.

Rory had to stifle a laugh and walked right over to the couple.

"I don't understand why you won't even give it a try?" Rory heard Lorelai say.

"Because I don't think it's a good idea." Luke replied.

"Hey you guys, what are you fighting about this time?" Rory questioned, placing herself next to her mother by the counter.

Luke turned around and got Rory a cup of coffee before he said. "You're mother is crazy. Did you know that?"

Rory nodded her head. "I have heard rumours about that and I think I sometimes see her on a hill, dressed as a werewolf howling to her friends in the wild." She said and chuckled.

Lorelai pouted. "Hey, that was mean. I was never this mean to you before. What's wrong? Something got inside your pants?"

Rory took a sip of her coffee before she answered. "No, nothing that you wouldn't have inside yours too. You are wearing my underwear."

"Oh, geeze." Was Luke's remark to all this and he walked into the kitchen to get rid of these thoughts.

"That's only because you didn't want to put my dirty underwear to the washing load that had your dirty underwear in it." Lorelai said with a pout.

"That's just because you're too lazy to bring it down to the washing machine and I am definitely not going on a search mission to find it." Rory replied annoyed.

"Fine, be like that." Lorelai answered and pouted even more.

"What was the argument about that you were having with Luke, before I got here?" Rory questioned curiously.

"Oh nothing. I just wanted to go base jumping with him, but he didn't seem to like the idea very much."

"Yeah, well. I think I understand that. Who would want to risk their life by jumping off a building or whatever else that's high enough to jump down from?" Rory asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Me of course." Lorelai said with a grin. "I would love to go and I wouldn't mind if you go with me, hun. My flesh and blood. My most favourite daughter I have." She said, trying to get Rory to come with her.

"Sure mum. Once you're 100 years old, I will think about it and let you know. Good with you?" Rory replied with a smile.

"You're being mean to mommy again. Let's change the subject." Lorelai said with a defeated look.

"Okay, if you say so." Rory said with a growing smile.

"So…" Lorelai started.

"So...what?" Rory questioned.

"Are you going to go and meet Tristan at the park then?" Lorelai questioned.

"I have thought long and hard about it and I decided that I should go. Just like you said, Tristan will probably come back if I don't show up, so I will have to go if I want to or not."

"I think that's a good choice."

"Really?"

"Sure. And if the conversation doesn't go well, you can still get a good luck at his body." Lorelai said and smirked.

"Mum!"

"What? It's true. He might not be the nicest guy on earth, but he doesn't look bad. On the contrary, he is hot. If I were younger, you know, I would probably go for him."

Luke came out of the back hearing the last sentence Lorelai said.

"Go for whom?" Luke questioned having absolutely no idea what they were talking about.

"Oh, you know, mum was just telling me about how if she were younger she would…" Rory started but got caught off by her mother who hastily put in.

"…have looked for you, because if you are so handsome now, I would have no idea what I would have done, if I had met you earlier in life." Lorelai said and gave Luke a grin before she turned to Rory and gave her a 'don't do that again' look.

Rory silently laughed and shook her head while Luke still looked a little confused.

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It was 4:30 and Rory sat in her room. Around her, all her clothes were scattered over the bed or littered on the floor.

"I don't know what to wear. God, why am I even looking for something special to put on in the first place? It's not like this is a date, or anything. He just wants me to meet him, so what is the problem?" Rory silently cursed at herself.

Lorelai walked past Rory's bedroom hearing her desperate speech and walked in.

"Hey hun. Whatcha doing with all your clothes everywhere. Did you think you heard something ticking and were trying to find the hidden bomb?" Lorelai said with a slight smile.

"I don't have time for your jokes. I am trying to find something to put on, so I look decent, but not overly dressed. It's not like this is a date or anything." Rory replied annoyed, looking through her stuff for the millionth time in the last half hour.

"Do you want some help?" Lorelai asked casually.

"Of course I need help!" Rory yelled. "You're not my mother for nothing."

"Okay, okay. Whoa, calm down there tiger. Let's see, what do we have here?" Lorelai said and looked through Rory's stuff until at last she found something that she thought would look good on her. Just casual clothes that didn't say 'I am trying to impress anyone', but hip enough to look good.

Rory stared at her completely amazed. "How do you do that? I was looking at this vest for the last 30 minutes and it was only a vest. However once you pick it up and put it together with something else that looks good with it, it's an outfit. I have been living under this roof for nearly 21 years now, no, less, because we lived in the potting shed for a while, but still. You pick something up of mine and it works together great. I can't believe this." Rory said totally stunned.

"Training, hun. Nothing but training." Lorelai replied and smiled. "You think you can do your makeup on your own, or do you want mummy's help with that too?"

"No, I think I can handle that on my own, but thanks for the outfit." Rory said and gave her mother a small grateful smile.

"You're welcome hun." Lorelai said and gave her daughter a hug before walking out of her room.

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An hour later Rory was finished and ready to go to meet Tristan in the park outside of Hartford.

"Okay, babe. Have a good time and don't over do it." Lorelai said giving Rory a hug before she walked out the door and towards her car. Rory rolled her eyes and replied.

"I won't, don't worry. Nothing is gonna happen, so don't get all excited, or anything. Plus I have no idea when I'll get back, so don't wait up for me." Rory said and opened her car door. She looked back towards her mother who smiled and waved, before she drove off.

Things were going to go just fine Rory thought and held her steering wheel a little tighter than usual. Tristan is not going to do anything to me. At least I hope not. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea in the first place. Well, I can't really do anything now anyways. I'll just have to wait and see.

Rory drove for about half an hour, before she got to her destination. She pulled into a free parking space and turned the engine off. She took a couple of deep breaths and got out. So this is it she thought. Now she would see Tristan again and his face that always held a smirk for her. He was so irritating sometimes.

Rory walked inside the park and looked around. There was no sound. She didn't even see any kids running around the playground chasing each other or swinging on the swings. She didn't really think too much about that since their parents probably didn't want their children out this late.

Rory took step after step. The road leading her deeper and deeper into the park, where the vegetation got thicker and thicker. It was a little spooky, but she demanded herself to go further. Suddenly she heard a chuckle. It wasn't very loud, but she could feel that someone was close by. Then she heard a voice.

"Not afraid, are we?" said the voice and Rory recognised it instantly. She turned towards the direction of the sound until she got to where she wanted. Tristan was sitting on a picnic bench looking straight at her.

"Tristan." Rory replied and saw how his lips turned into a smirk.

A/N – Sorry for cutting this short, but I wanted to dedicate a whole chapter to those two, so you will have to restrain yourselves from killing me just yet. : )

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