Friends

Long distance Good friendship

Paris was at home as usual for a Saturday morning, she was already going throw her papers and home work assignments, sometimes she wondered if she was the only one that spent every waking moment on school.

She closed her bedroom door when she heard her mother shouting, it was par for the course considering the bitter divorce her parents were going through.

She knew that the cause of the divorce was her father's inability to keep his infidelity low-key, in fact she was greatly disappointed in the man, not that he spent much time with her, but disappointed none the less.

When she thought of her father one thought crossed her mind,

'Of all the people he had to have an affair with it had to be the secretary how pathetically predictable is that? I mean the secretary!'

Shaking her head at her thought she went back to her school work, which was quickly interrupted but a knock at her door.

"Come in!"

Paris didn't asked who it was it could only be one person Rosa their maid.

"You have a letter Miss Paris."

"Thank-you Rosa."

Paris took the letter she couldn't help but feel a little excited if the first letter from Tristan was any indication he was willing to change, and if he kept it up maybe, just maybe they could be the friends they had once been before he became a boy, for lack of a better term to the way pre-adolescent and adolescent boys act.

Opening the letter Paris read the letter.

Paris,

As you can tell I got you're letter obviously, well let's just say the past week has been hell if my body revolts against me and calls a mutiny which I couldn't blame it, I'll be sure to give the Franklin explicit rights to the story.

Speaking of mutiny I was wondering if you're still following your life plan. You know the one you drew up back in the second or the third grade to get you into Harvard.

Well if you are then I'm sure you'll be running for senior class president. When you are drawing up your campaign plan please tell me, and I'll make sure to send an excellent copy of 'The Art of War', and many other strategy books. One of the perks of Military School.

And about the matter of you kissing Rory. Let's just say I would have paid money to see that, to bad I missed it. I'll have to survive with the images my mind creates.

The other perk of military school is the friends I've made, the one I'm sure you would love (maybe not love but like) is James let's just say you both share the same sense of dry humor, he's real great… listen if you ever feel up to it you could write him something, you know about school the Franklin or the sham that is politics whatever I'm sure he would love it, he's family aren't that great the letters they send don't help.

And who knows with your help we both might put an end to our delinquent ways. If you want to enclose it in my letter.

Take care of yourself.

Tristan

P.S. I think you should really get back to whatever you were studying before you started reading this letter.

Paris finished reading her letter and couldn't help but smile it had been a long time since both and she and Tristan had been able to meet as friends, in fact she remembered the train wreck of a date that Rory had set them up on. Looking back at it now the only good thing about the date was the fact that they were actually sitting together and were talking.

And looking at the letter she had in her hand she couldn't help but see that they never stopped being friends he knew her, and she knew him. Deciding that her homework could be kept on hold for a couple more minutes, she wrote a letter to Tristan.

In Stars-Hallow Rory was just getting up she was in the kitchen drinking her first cup of coffee of the day, she could hear Lorelei getting ready they both were glad that the Bracebridge diner could gone as smoothly as it could have.

Both mother and daughter were glad that it was over they both were glad that it didn't turn into a bloodbath. Rory went out to get the mail.

When she came back in she saw her mother drinking her coffee.

"Angle child not only did you make coffee the drink of the Gods you also went out got the mail and my paper. You wouldn't know how to cook maybe then you could make me breakfast."

"I'm afraid that skill is one that does not run in my Gilmore veins Martha Stewart I am not."

"Well then I guess it's off to Luke's for breakfast."

Rory put the mail down and went with her mother to Luke's. They walked down the snow covered streets of Stars-Hallow.

"So did you get any mail from the devil possible a contract to sign over your soul, or is there a pager in their and all you have to do is dial 666 to get a hold of him kind of like in Bedazzled."

"I don't know and anyway if there was a contract with the devil I would have had to use the dark arts to summon one of his hench men and I'm not Faustus."

"You say potato I say patato."

Lorelei replied with a casual shrug of her shoulders. As she opened the door to Luke's the place was filled with people with only two stools free.

Rory eyed the stools with dread it wasn't that she didn't like Jess, she did she liked him a lot, he had a lot of winning qualities in her opinion his love of books and quick wit had her enjoying her time with him, but there was something about the way he always fought with Dean and caused a fight between herself and her mother.

She didn't get it was there something about her that turned boys into first class jerks, first there was Tristan, who was now miles away now Jess, or was it just a guy thing, either way she didn't know maybe she could ask Tristan about it.

That was another thing that she didn't get how is that now that he was miles away he was trying to make an effort to be friends with her. She was pulled out of her thoughts by Luke.

"Sit by the counter it's the only free space."

Moving over to the counter and sitting on the stools Lorelei and Rory pulled off their coats.

"Okay order quick and order now."

"I'll have a shrimp cocktail."

Lorelei said in reply to Luke's demand.

"From the menu, the menu, any how who in their right mind would have shrimp cocktail for breakfast?"

Luke exhaled in frustration

"Well you said order quick and order now, and I'm sure there are plenty of people how would order shrimp cocktail for breakfast."

"Name one!"

"I don't know Pairs Hilton."

"Please blond stick girl, order from the menu Lorelei."

"Okay I'll have waffles, and eggs and coffee."

"And I'll have blueberry pancakes and coffee."

Luke quickly scribbled down their order with a muttered,

"Coffee will kill you."

And went to get their order.

"So Rory what are you going to do this winter break? Shave your head and join a cult, travel cross country with a rock band and become our country's most famous groupie? Make a deal with the devil or his spawn not that much difference."

"I think the shaving my head and joining a cult sounds good…actually I'm going to get a head start on some of my reading and yes I'm going to keep an open communication with Tristan."

"Okay babe just be careful I knew guys like Tristan they tend to get good girls hurt."

"Mom this is Tristan as in miles away in Military School never coming back Tristan. Not the Tristan who I saw every day at school pressing some girl up against my locker at school Tristan."

"A guy used to press girls against your locker he must have liked you."

Luke said putting Rory and Lorelei's food in front of them; he went back got two mugs and a coffee pot and poured out their coffee for them.

"Luke what do you mean he must have liked me?"

"Well let's just say the guy liked you, you probably didn't like him and if he pressed different girls into your locker good call, so to get you to notice him he tried to rub it in your face."

Luke explained as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"I take it this is something you did Luke."

Lorelei said nudging him.

Luke just shock his head and walked away, Rory sat quietly through out her breakfast thinking of Luke had just said, she then decided that the only way to truly know would be to ask Tristan himself.

After they had had their breakfast they head back to their house Lorelei had to get ready to go to work and Rory to veg on the couch for the day.

When she got home she went through the mail and there it was a letter from Tristan, ignoring for a moment what Luke and her mother had said she read the letter.

Rory,

I don't doubt that your mother could and would find interesting ways to end my life, immortalizing me for ever young at sixteen.

About the whole Paris and you kissing sorry… and here I thought you would end up kissing nervous Brad, who would have thought that Paris could get him to change schools? (Everyone who meet her during her Chilton tirade I guess would be the correct answer.)

That is one thing that I find amusing Paris she's great scary, tough, and cutting but great I hope that you two will be come friends now that I'm no longer there to stir the pot.

Maybe I could get a reenactment of the kiss that way? Or maybe not. Any how I'm sure you would be glad to know that Military School is the missing circle of hell.

Dante was wrong it's not seven it's eight and I'm in it.

But I'm sure you feel the same way about Chilton. Well anyway that's all I've got to say.

Tristan.

Rory read the letter but couldn't help but feel that the way Tristan wrote and his handwriting were nothing like the careless and disorganized person she had meet, weren't one and the same, he still used innuendo but there was wit behind a lot of what he said.

She knew that a friendship with him could cause a lot of problems with her and Dean but there was a part of her that wanted to get to know the young man that was writing to here and finding out what he really was like.

To be continued…..