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Chapter four: I Love Lancelot.

Less Fun More Fluff. In this chapter:

Rory:

Walking steadily, if rather reluctantly towards the kiosk, Rory inspected her yellow polished nails. Though it had happened very quickly, and she was still unsure about what exactly occurred, Rory was automatically thrown into the throws of ecstasy when she even briefly thought about her newfound relationship. As she neared the kiosk, the smell of coffee, broke her of her reverie, and she quickened her steps.

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-Flashback -

Rory was sitting at her desk, her calm face giving way to none of the emotions that were raging like a tiger in her head.

Did she actually sleep with Tristan DuGray? This could not be happening…or maybe it was. Her face suddenly took on a determined look as she sat up straight. This was something she was going to deal with it. Or maybe not. Her shoulders slumped again, as the determined look quickly disappeared.

Damn.

Well, from what she could remember, it had been rather enjoyable.

That, however, wasn't the problem. She had had a plan. You know the jealousy thing. She was going to pretend to date Jess, and make Tristan jealous.

Rory couldn't do that now, well she could, but it wouldn't work very well. Agh! This is so confusing!

So what was she supposed to do?

Nothing, she thought gravely, allowing her head to bang on top of her desk, muttering almost crazily to herself.

'Stop being so freakin' analytical! This is a good thing! Maybe? Ahhh! I need coffee…' She said out loud, as she picked her head up off her desktop.

Suddenly the sadly thin wooden door swung open and smashed loudly against the wall.

Christina walked, with Stephanie following close behind. Christina was wearing black juicy sweat pants, a white tank top, and a green leather jacket thrown on.

Stephanie was wearing white jeans, a purple sweater, and a white cashmere coat.

'You dirty girl! Where have you been all night?' Christina asked, her eyes narrowing as she waited for Rory to answer.

'We were here looking for you! Tell us where you were!' Stephanie demanded.

Rory almost cowered at the force of their slightly strange version of the Spanish inquisition.

'Umm, earlier…well…I just…ummm…went out for coffee…' She blushed as she recalled exactly what she had been doing earlier.

'Uh – uh, wrong answer. I saw you leave with Tristan last night. What happened?' Christina demanded, crossing her arms.

'Ugh!' Rory put her head in her hands, she didn't know how in hell she'd get out of this one.

'We're waiting!' Stephanie was tapping her foot to a beat. Sadly the beat distracted Christina and she uncharacteristically broke into song.

'I'm so happy 'cause today -I found my friends -They're in my head -I'm so ugly, that's okay, 'cause so are you . . . !wait I'm pretty. .' Chrissie was singing happily while the other two women dutifully ignored her frolics.

'I had sex with Tristan.' She said quickly. She figured, telling the truth was all she would do, since she could see no other way out.

'What?' Stephanie, while not entirely shocked, the physical tension between those two could usually be held with an iPod and she did not think it would've gone that far. Suddenly, her train of thought changed.

'So was it fun?' Stephanie asked, with an evil smile. She knew how uncomfortable Rory was, with talking about sex.

'What?' Rory asked, confused.

'Fun? Was. It. Fun?' Stephanie said slowly, making gestures with her hands, as if using sign language.

'Yes, I know, stupid Logan can't keep his dick in his pants. . .' Christina mock shuddered.

'What? Christina? What are you talking about?' Not that she didn't agree, but Rory was just too confused to deal with her friend's strange and rambling thoughts.

Stephanie grabbed Chrissie around the waist and started to bodily drag her towards the open doorway.

'Sorry about Chrissie! I think she had too much syrup on her pancakes this morning, and too much rum in her coke last night.' She yelled loudly over her shoulder, still pulling Christina.

Oh god, I really should go and see Tristan, Rory thought feebly, though it didn't seem plausible, she didn't want what happened to ruin their friendship.

Finally, after about a half an hour of debating with herself, she decided that talking to Tristan would be a good thing. However, before she did that, she had to change and take a shower first. Being smelly and wearing last night's clothing, wasn't really how she wanted Tristan to see her for the first time after all that's happened.

She showered quickly, and pulled on jeans and a light green sweater. As she walked to the hall, she grabbed her coat.

Waiting a minute to gather some courage, she breathed and tripped towards the doorway.

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Later, in the boys' dorm.

The common room wasn't very lavish. Simple but comfortable. Finn lay on a couch like a psych patient, a clear glass with what looked like water sat next to his propped up head.

Logan was standing behind the couch, holding a coke, and occasionally glancing at the TV while it was on mute.

'Who is Lancelot?' Colin sat comfortably in a huge plush chair, pencil in hand, clipboard resting on his lap.

Finn looked slightly lost for a moment before he opened his mouth in a wide smile. 'The guy from King Arthur with icky hair.'

Colin nodded and quickly wrote down Finn's response, before continuing with his line of questioning.

'What's the first thing that comes to mind when I say the phrase: There is a level four Twister…'

'Ugly naked people.' Finn quickly supplied, clearly amused by his responses.

'Huh? Oh!. . . next question: What's wrong with this sentence: Birds chirped, and the grass seem to reached toward my feet while I pass the beautiful river?'

'Ugly naked people.'

'What? Logan shut up, I'm testing Finn!' Colin yelled at the blonde, who was almost choking with laughter.

'So Finn? What was wrong with the sentence?' Colin asked, looking at Finn expectantly.

Finn had his eyes closed, and at first the other two boys thought he had fallen asleep when he suddenly blurted out: 'Music chirped, and the women seemed to reach lasciviously toward myself while I sat in the river of vodka.' He finished by waving his arm around in a grand sweeping gesture, nearly knocking over his glass of "water".

Colin was jotting down notes furiously, occasionally sifting through a psychology book resting on the coffee table.

'You're lucky you're rich, Finn! How in hell did you manage to get into this University?' Logan tilted his head in his direction.

'Um . . And what was with the twister naked people thing?' Rory asked, confused at the scene before her. Colin wasn't taking a psych course, was he?

After an exaggerated pause, Colin coughed and said, almost sadly. 'Finn, I have come to the decision that you have a problem. . . .'

'Well lovelies,' He interrupted, 'whenever I happen to hear the word twister, I always think of fat/ugly naked people.' He answered as if only now, did he hear Rory's question. 'It's in my genes I know my father understood me. . . ' Finn pulled his arms to his chest and pouted, more than likely because he was beginning to sober up.

'Though I am thoroughly entranced by this most wonderful display of strangeness, I was looking for Tristan?' She asked, with a raised eyebrow.

'Yeah, the bastard's still in 'is room.' Finn slurred, okay so maybe he was drunk. You can never really tell.

' 'Kay, thanks Finny.' Rory thanked him and walked up to Tristan's room and knocked. Since she hadn't had any coffee yet, she began to get anxious. As she waited for the door to open she was thinking steadily:

I was in love with him, am I still now?

Yes.

Just as much I was then.

. . . .Maybe more 'cause I slept with him and that lady in National Geographic said love is all about orgasms but . . . . who knows?

Startling her out of her untimely thought process, a sleepy eyed Tristan opened the door, looking confused.

'Wait? Rory? Aren't you-?' He looked over his shoulder, on the bed, and then at Rory.

She pushed him back into the room and closed the door. 'Tristan, I'm really, really sorry about what happened, I mean I know you were dating that blonde, but now… and then we… '

'Rory,' he put a finger to her lips, 'It's okay.'

'It is? Because I was so worried, and we were getting to be such good friends and I really wouldn't want to ruin it. . . .Tristan?'

He was staring intensely at her, and she shrunk back slightly when he did not respond.

'Okay so are we good? Tristan?' Rory asked hesitantly. Maybe this wasn't turning out so well. . .

'More than good.' He said, kissing her fully on the lips.

-End Flashback-

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