Disclaimer: Do you really think I'm Amy Sherman-Palladino? Well you're wrong.

Author's Note: Sorry it's taking forever for me to update. I could go on forever to describe what's been going through my life these past few months, but I'll spare you. I've been having a little bit of writer's block for this story, but here it is. I want to thank all of you reviewers, and it's not because of lack of reviews that I haven't been writing. All of your reviews make me smile. If you didn't review, well thanks for reading. All of this chapter will be told in Rory's PoV. Anyways on with the chapter!

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Chapter 5

Tour of the town

Rory

I saw a silver light shining on my eyelids. I opened my eyes and saw it was morning.

It took me a minute to remember what had happened yesterday.

Had I really met Tristan yesterday?

I ran into the living room. He really was here! I then looked out the window to see there had been a blizzard, too! The snow looked like a foot deep!

I sighed and turned toward the kitchen to make some coffee. But I stopped, and looked at Tristan. He was snoring pretty loudly. He looked so tranquil. His body was sprawled out on the much smaller couch. Tristan's mouth was open and snoring, with his blonde hair tousled.

I shook myself, and went into the kitchen. I poured some coffee in a mug, and set the pot back on the maker. I breathed in the aroma of it, and took a sip.

I heard Tristan stumble in to the kitchen.

"Do you want any coffee?" I asked.

He nodded and sat down on a kitchen chair. I filled up another mug of coffee for Tristan. He took a sip and said, "Wow that's strong."

I smiled, "Yup we Gilmore's like strong coffee. The best is Luke's, though."

We sat in a comfortable silence each drinking coffee.

"Do you want some breakfast?" I asked.

"Sure," he replied.

"Do you want to go to Weston's?"

"Wait, the snow is like a foot deep out. How are we going to drive there?"

I rolled my eyes he can still act like such a rich kid. "Well I wonder what we could…" I looked at my feet in mock surprise. "Why don't we try this new fangled thing called walking?"

He just gave me that smart ass look from high school.

"The only way to have the proper tour of the town is to walk," I added.

"Why don't you get dressed, and I'll see if I can get fresh clothes from my car," Tristan said.

"Okay," I replied.

I walked into my room, shut the door, and slumped against it. Am I loco? I going out with Tristan DuGray! Well we're only getting coffee.

But why did I kiss him? Even I can't explain it! I'm still blushing from kissing a guy so randomly.

I took a deep breath, Calm down Rory, this is nothing. We're just friends! But in high school we weren't even friends! So why am I being so nice to him now?

The answer was: he had changed. I don't know how, when, or why, but he had.

I sighed again; tired of weighing the pros and cons. I grabbed a pair of jeans, a sweater, boots, a heavy coat, and some matching gloves and a hat.

I just hope Tristan and Jess wouldn't run into each other, or most importantly that I didn't run into Jess.

Later

In the middle of town

"And that's Miss Patty's dance studio," I said concluding the 'tour'.

Just then my cell phone rang. I looked at the caller ID and saw my mom's number.

"Hey Rory!"

"Hi mom, how's Puerto Rico?"

"Hot," she said. I smiled

"Isn't that why you picked it?"

She sighed, "Yeah, I guess so."

"I'm meet you at Weston's, okay Mare?" I heard Tristan whisper in my ear that wasn't occupied by the phone. His hot breath was tickling my neck.

I nodded in reply, and watched him walk across the street as I sat down on a bench by the gazebo.

"Are you with a guy?" my mom demanded.

I nodded, but then remembered that she couldn't see me and said, "Yes."

"And how come you didn't tell mommy this? Well what's his name? Where did you meet him? When did you meet him?"

"About six years ago, at Chilton, Tristan." I said answering all of her questions.

"Do you mean Bible Boy?"

"Yes, I met him at the Hartford mall yesterday."

"Does he still look hot?"

"Mom!"

"What," she said, "It's a simple question."

"Yeah he is," I said hating to admit it out loud. "What's going on in the Caribbean?"

"Look how smoothly she changes the subject," mom muttered. "The only reason I'm dropping it I have something very important I need to talk to you about…"

A/N: Yeah a little bit of a cliffhanger. I know it very short I'll try to make the next chapter longer. You know the drill, questions, comment, concerns, and especially, IDEAS are more than welcome. So please push that pretty little review button.

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