AN Thank you all so so much for the great reviews!
No, sigh, I don't own Finn. Or James Blunt, whom I would REALLY like to own.
Ch.4 learning to dance.
"All right Ror," Tristan sighed, looking through Rory's closet, "Do you still have your Chilton cloths?"
"Um, yeah. Why?" Rory asked pulling the uniform out of her bottom drawer.
"Put on the skirt, don't worry, I won't look." Quickly Rory put on the skirt and then the white tank top Tristan threw at her, along with the black stilettos, all while staying true to his word and not watching her dress.
"You're missing something," Tristan muttered to himself. While he was thinking, Rory took in his appearance. He was wearing black slacks, a button up black shirt, and a black tie with, tick, diagonal, blue stripes. His hair looked like he had put in no effort, but Rory was willing to bet he spent the better half of an hour working on it. After a minute of silence Rory had inspiration. Walking up to Tristan she reached up and slowly began undoing his tie. Flustered the mortified boy backed up.
"R-r-ory," he stuttered, "You're engaged to one of my best friends! We can't do this."
"You idiot!" Rory exclaimed removing his tie and placing around her neck, "It's what I'm missing."
"Oh," Tristan sighed, the terror leaving his eyes.
"God Tristan," Rory muttered, then speaking up said, "There's a reason you call me Mary. Do you think I would really do that?"
"I don't know," said Tristan defensively, "It's been, God, a year and a half since I've seen you."
"Two years," the small girl corrected him, looking up at him mischievously, "you left halfway threw junior year."