A/N: The song in my first chapter was 'Girls and Boys' by Good Charlotte.
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No matter what I do
All I think about is you
Even when I'm with my Boo
Boy, you know I'm crazy over you
No matter what I do
All I do is think about you
Even when I'm with my Boo
You know I'm crazy over you
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Tristan, Blake, and Rory were sitting at a lunch table a few days later when an angry looking blond stormed over, "TRISTAN DUGREY!"
"Hey Paris," he said without even looking up, "How are you this fine morning?"
"Don't give me that! You never turned in your half of the report to Mr. Remmy."
He pulled a folder out of his bag and handed it to the girl, "You mean this?"
She snatched it from him and looked through it, "Good, at least you did it right."
"Your confidence in me is humbling."
"See if I ever choose to be your partner again just because we're friends. I'll just let you fail next time."
"I did it, didn't I?"
"Yeah, last period."
"Hey, it got done."
"If it isn't at least a B, you're dead Dugrey, you hear me? Dead!" she left the same way she came.
"Love you too, Paris!" he called after her. She just waved a hand as if telling him to shut up.
"Well, she's lovely." Blake said.
Tristan laughed, "You'll get used to her." Two girls walked over to their table and sat down.
"Did we just see Paris storm out of here?" asked the blond.
"Yup."
"What did you do?"
"Why do you always think it was my fault?"
"Because you're you." the other one, with dark hair, said casually.
"Gee, thanks Madeline, I feel loved."
"Good."
Rory looked at Blake and then did a double take, he was starring at Madeline, practically drooling. She kicked him under the table and he came out of a trance, shaking his head slightly. "Oh yeah, guys, these girls are Madeline Lynn," he said, pointing to the one with dark hair, "And Louise Grant." he motioned to the other, "The girl who came in earlier is Paris Gellar." Tristan looked at the girls, "You two, this is Blake Hayden and his twin sister, Rory." they nodded to each other as Paris came back in.
She sat at their table and said in relief, "Mr. Remmy said that even though we were partners, I won't get any points knocked off because of your idiocy."
"Thanks." he said sarcastically.
"Don't worry Tristan, we still love you." Louise said sympathetically.
"So, Maddy, How's it going with Patrick?"
"We're talking."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"They're not a couple, but they're more than friends." Rory said.
"Really? That's what talking means?"
"God, guys are dumb."
"Amen." Louse said, smiling at Rory. "I like her."
The bell rang and they all stood up.
"I'll see you guys later. It was good to meet you Rory you too, Blake." Louise said, walking away with Madeline behind her.
"Bye Rory, Blake." Madeline said, following her friend.
"What do you three have?" Paris asked.
"Um, Petty." Blake said, looking at his schedule.
"Me too, what do you have Rory?"
"Wilson."
Tristan smirked and wrapped an arm around her waist, her stomach flipped slightly, "We have the same class Mary. Are you stalking me?"
"No, it's Rory," she said, removing his arm, "And I have a boyfriend."
Tristan put his arm back, "You know you want me, Mary suits you better, and not for long."
"Is that a threat?" she asked, turning to him.
"Nope, it's a promise." he pushed her forward before she could say anything else. She staggered slightly, and he tightened his grip, putting his other arm on her stomach to steady her. "Are you all right?"
"Um, yeah. I'm fine, thanks." But what confused her was that, when Dean first started putting his arm around her waist, she didn't like it and it didn't feel right. But she didn't feel uncomfortable at all with Tristan's arm around her, and that confused her more than anything he'd said all day.
STARS HOLLOW
Rory bolted into the diner that afternoon with Blake right on her. She jumped behind Luke as a shield. "Lorelai Hayden, you are dead!"
"Hey, I only speak the truth."
"Liar."
"It's true."
"I don't like her!"
"Blake and Madeline sitting in a tree-"
"Rory," he said in a deathly quiet voice.
"Yes?"
"Run." She flew up the stairs with him right behind her. The door flew open and she jumped behind a shirtless Jess, who was in the middle of changing. He looked between the twins in confusion. "You can't hide behind him, Rory. He won't protect you."
"Protect her from what?"
"Him. He's evil."
"I am not!"
"What did he do?"
"Nothing! It's her."
Rory gasped and mocked offense, "I did nothing wrong."
"I don't like her!"
"So you admit it!"
"I didn't admit anything."
"Ah ha! So, you have something to admit!"
"What? No. I do not like her! She has a boyfriend!"
"They're 'talking'. Nothing's official."
"I don't like her."
"Blake, I'm your twin sister, you never could lie to me."
"Madeline isn't even my type."
"Who's Madeline?" Jess asked.
"A girl from school."
"Well thank God for that. I'm not sure how I'd react if you liked a guy Blake."
"Are you hiding something from us?" Rory asked.
"Ha ha. Funny."
"Thank you. You like her."
"I do not!"
"LIES!!"
"Rory, by the time I'm done chasing you, we'll have been around all of Stars Hollow. Twice."
She smiled at him innocently and ran back through the door, leaving Blake to run after her.
THAT NIGHT, DINER
The diner was empty, exept for the four teenagers. Three sitting at the counter and one behind, wiping it down. The bell on the door jingled and Jess looked up, an evil smile spread across his face, "Bean! How are you doing? Back from the week with your grandma?"
"Shut up Jess."
"No, seriously Bean, it's good to see you."
Blake swiveled his stool around, "Beanie! Beanie Fostey."
"Forrester."
"Right, right, Fosty. Glad you're back, me and Jess were getting bored with annoying the freshmen."
"Dean, how are you doing?" Lane asked, turning around.
"Fine, thanks for asking."
"No, really, how ARE you doing?"
"I'm good, thanks."
"No, I want a real answer."
"Tired. It was a long flight."
"Good, now that was a real answer."
Rory turned around, "Guys, leave him alone." she got up and walked over to him. The small peck on the lips was forced, her three friends saw that. "Um, come on Dean, lets go for a walk."
"All right." he took her hand and they walked out of the diner.
"I REALLY hate him." Lane said after the door swung shut.
"Yeah, join the club." Blake said, watching them through the door.
"We're the president and vice president. You can be the counselor or something like that."
"Thanks Jess, that's so sweet."
"I know." he said, distracted. Six eyes were glued to the couple outside the door.
OUTSIDE
Dean wrapped his arm around Rory's waist, and she smiled, reminded of that afternoon. Dean looked down at her and smiled too, "Why are you so happy?" he asked. Rory froze, realizing that it was the thought of Tristan, not Dean that was making her smile. She took his arm from her waist and cupped his hand, not lacing the fingers. Dean was the perfect boyfriend, right? The one she'd always wanted, right? He was sweet, helped her when she needed it, and her parents trusted him completely. They would trust him to sleep in the same bed as their fifteen year old daughter and were confident that nothing would happen. Rory was confident nothing would happen.
But with Tristan, her parents probably wouldn't even trust him to be alone in a room with her. He wasn't safe, not at all. He was the kind of guy that could charm your mother, earn the respect of your father, and carry on a conversation with your little brother. And the whole time think of something he would much rather be doing in your room, with your mom at a friend's party, your dad at work, and your little brother at a friend's house, just the two of you, alone. He was gifted that way, and she wasn't sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing.
"You're quiet." Dean said after a few minuets.
"Just thinking." she whispered.
"About what?"
"School." Rory said quickly, that wasn't a lie, right? Tristan was from school. She definitely couldn't say exactly what she was thinking about, that would be a huge mistake.
"You know Rory, I've been thinking for a while."
"About?"
"Well, I've never known if I could say this, but after being away from you for a week, I think I can, and I know it's true."
"What's that?" she asked, not really listening to him, but thinking of Tristan.
"I love you."
Rory froze, all thought of Tristan flew from her head. What had he just said? Love? He loved her? How could he love her? She didn't even know what love was. Well, she kind of did. She loved her parents. But she also loved her dog, Cricket. But that wasn't exactly like the love Dean felt was it? Her parents loved each other, everyone could see that. But she wasn't sure how to feel Romantic love. What was it? In books people had described it as butterflies in your stomach, every time you looked at the person you got dizzy, your knees got weak, it was hard to look into their eyes before you knew they liked you back, and when you found out they did, all you wanted to do was look into their eyes.
A few minuets later Dean spoke, "Um, now would be the time to say something."
Did she love him? Maybe, as a friend. If she could have said what loving romantically was, she was sure it wasn't what she was feeling. Did she have butterflies in her stomach? Not at the moment. Was she ever dizzy around him? Only when they'd gotten off roller coasters. Did her knees ever go weak? Only when she tripped over something. Had it ever been hard to look into his eyes? Only because he was so tall.
"I." she paused, looking at him, "I." NO! Her body screamed at her, when you love someone, your body and emotions go all funny. That had never happened around him. There had been a small spark at first, a very tiny spark, but now there was nothing, not even a flicker. "I. I don't know what love is." His face fell.
"You don't love me?"
"I don't know."
"You're killing me Rory."
"I have to go." she turned and sprinted back to her house, not once looking back at the sound of him calling her.
HAYDEN MANSION
Rory flew into the front door and up the stairs, "What's wrong Ror?" her thirteen year old brother asked.
"I. He. And I couldn't. Shane, I don't know what to do!" He walked over and hugged her. He was two years younger than her, but only two or three inches shorter.
"Are you okay?"
"I couldn't say it back Shane, I don't."
"Rory, maybe you should go to bed, you're not making any sense."
"Yeah, I should lay down. Um, good night Shane."
"Night." Rory walked into her room and laid down. If she hadn't been so caught up in thoughts of what Dean would probably say tomorrow, she would have realized that she hadn't felt her stomach move when Dean touched her, like when Tristan had. And she might have realized that when Tristan put his arm around her waist earlier, her knees almost gave out.
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No matter what I do
All I think about is you
Even when I'm with my Boo
Boy, you know I'm crazy over you
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No matter what I do
All I think about is you
Even when I'm with my Boo
Boy, you know I'm crazy over you
No matter what I do
All I do is think about you
Even when I'm with my Boo
You know I'm crazy over you
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Tristan, Blake, and Rory were sitting at a lunch table a few days later when an angry looking blond stormed over, "TRISTAN DUGREY!"
"Hey Paris," he said without even looking up, "How are you this fine morning?"
"Don't give me that! You never turned in your half of the report to Mr. Remmy."
He pulled a folder out of his bag and handed it to the girl, "You mean this?"
She snatched it from him and looked through it, "Good, at least you did it right."
"Your confidence in me is humbling."
"See if I ever choose to be your partner again just because we're friends. I'll just let you fail next time."
"I did it, didn't I?"
"Yeah, last period."
"Hey, it got done."
"If it isn't at least a B, you're dead Dugrey, you hear me? Dead!" she left the same way she came.
"Love you too, Paris!" he called after her. She just waved a hand as if telling him to shut up.
"Well, she's lovely." Blake said.
Tristan laughed, "You'll get used to her." Two girls walked over to their table and sat down.
"Did we just see Paris storm out of here?" asked the blond.
"Yup."
"What did you do?"
"Why do you always think it was my fault?"
"Because you're you." the other one, with dark hair, said casually.
"Gee, thanks Madeline, I feel loved."
"Good."
Rory looked at Blake and then did a double take, he was starring at Madeline, practically drooling. She kicked him under the table and he came out of a trance, shaking his head slightly. "Oh yeah, guys, these girls are Madeline Lynn," he said, pointing to the one with dark hair, "And Louise Grant." he motioned to the other, "The girl who came in earlier is Paris Gellar." Tristan looked at the girls, "You two, this is Blake Hayden and his twin sister, Rory." they nodded to each other as Paris came back in.
She sat at their table and said in relief, "Mr. Remmy said that even though we were partners, I won't get any points knocked off because of your idiocy."
"Thanks." he said sarcastically.
"Don't worry Tristan, we still love you." Louise said sympathetically.
"So, Maddy, How's it going with Patrick?"
"We're talking."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"They're not a couple, but they're more than friends." Rory said.
"Really? That's what talking means?"
"God, guys are dumb."
"Amen." Louse said, smiling at Rory. "I like her."
The bell rang and they all stood up.
"I'll see you guys later. It was good to meet you Rory you too, Blake." Louise said, walking away with Madeline behind her.
"Bye Rory, Blake." Madeline said, following her friend.
"What do you three have?" Paris asked.
"Um, Petty." Blake said, looking at his schedule.
"Me too, what do you have Rory?"
"Wilson."
Tristan smirked and wrapped an arm around her waist, her stomach flipped slightly, "We have the same class Mary. Are you stalking me?"
"No, it's Rory," she said, removing his arm, "And I have a boyfriend."
Tristan put his arm back, "You know you want me, Mary suits you better, and not for long."
"Is that a threat?" she asked, turning to him.
"Nope, it's a promise." he pushed her forward before she could say anything else. She staggered slightly, and he tightened his grip, putting his other arm on her stomach to steady her. "Are you all right?"
"Um, yeah. I'm fine, thanks." But what confused her was that, when Dean first started putting his arm around her waist, she didn't like it and it didn't feel right. But she didn't feel uncomfortable at all with Tristan's arm around her, and that confused her more than anything he'd said all day.
STARS HOLLOW
Rory bolted into the diner that afternoon with Blake right on her. She jumped behind Luke as a shield. "Lorelai Hayden, you are dead!"
"Hey, I only speak the truth."
"Liar."
"It's true."
"I don't like her!"
"Blake and Madeline sitting in a tree-"
"Rory," he said in a deathly quiet voice.
"Yes?"
"Run." She flew up the stairs with him right behind her. The door flew open and she jumped behind a shirtless Jess, who was in the middle of changing. He looked between the twins in confusion. "You can't hide behind him, Rory. He won't protect you."
"Protect her from what?"
"Him. He's evil."
"I am not!"
"What did he do?"
"Nothing! It's her."
Rory gasped and mocked offense, "I did nothing wrong."
"I don't like her!"
"So you admit it!"
"I didn't admit anything."
"Ah ha! So, you have something to admit!"
"What? No. I do not like her! She has a boyfriend!"
"They're 'talking'. Nothing's official."
"I don't like her."
"Blake, I'm your twin sister, you never could lie to me."
"Madeline isn't even my type."
"Who's Madeline?" Jess asked.
"A girl from school."
"Well thank God for that. I'm not sure how I'd react if you liked a guy Blake."
"Are you hiding something from us?" Rory asked.
"Ha ha. Funny."
"Thank you. You like her."
"I do not!"
"LIES!!"
"Rory, by the time I'm done chasing you, we'll have been around all of Stars Hollow. Twice."
She smiled at him innocently and ran back through the door, leaving Blake to run after her.
THAT NIGHT, DINER
The diner was empty, exept for the four teenagers. Three sitting at the counter and one behind, wiping it down. The bell on the door jingled and Jess looked up, an evil smile spread across his face, "Bean! How are you doing? Back from the week with your grandma?"
"Shut up Jess."
"No, seriously Bean, it's good to see you."
Blake swiveled his stool around, "Beanie! Beanie Fostey."
"Forrester."
"Right, right, Fosty. Glad you're back, me and Jess were getting bored with annoying the freshmen."
"Dean, how are you doing?" Lane asked, turning around.
"Fine, thanks for asking."
"No, really, how ARE you doing?"
"I'm good, thanks."
"No, I want a real answer."
"Tired. It was a long flight."
"Good, now that was a real answer."
Rory turned around, "Guys, leave him alone." she got up and walked over to him. The small peck on the lips was forced, her three friends saw that. "Um, come on Dean, lets go for a walk."
"All right." he took her hand and they walked out of the diner.
"I REALLY hate him." Lane said after the door swung shut.
"Yeah, join the club." Blake said, watching them through the door.
"We're the president and vice president. You can be the counselor or something like that."
"Thanks Jess, that's so sweet."
"I know." he said, distracted. Six eyes were glued to the couple outside the door.
OUTSIDE
Dean wrapped his arm around Rory's waist, and she smiled, reminded of that afternoon. Dean looked down at her and smiled too, "Why are you so happy?" he asked. Rory froze, realizing that it was the thought of Tristan, not Dean that was making her smile. She took his arm from her waist and cupped his hand, not lacing the fingers. Dean was the perfect boyfriend, right? The one she'd always wanted, right? He was sweet, helped her when she needed it, and her parents trusted him completely. They would trust him to sleep in the same bed as their fifteen year old daughter and were confident that nothing would happen. Rory was confident nothing would happen.
But with Tristan, her parents probably wouldn't even trust him to be alone in a room with her. He wasn't safe, not at all. He was the kind of guy that could charm your mother, earn the respect of your father, and carry on a conversation with your little brother. And the whole time think of something he would much rather be doing in your room, with your mom at a friend's party, your dad at work, and your little brother at a friend's house, just the two of you, alone. He was gifted that way, and she wasn't sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing.
"You're quiet." Dean said after a few minuets.
"Just thinking." she whispered.
"About what?"
"School." Rory said quickly, that wasn't a lie, right? Tristan was from school. She definitely couldn't say exactly what she was thinking about, that would be a huge mistake.
"You know Rory, I've been thinking for a while."
"About?"
"Well, I've never known if I could say this, but after being away from you for a week, I think I can, and I know it's true."
"What's that?" she asked, not really listening to him, but thinking of Tristan.
"I love you."
Rory froze, all thought of Tristan flew from her head. What had he just said? Love? He loved her? How could he love her? She didn't even know what love was. Well, she kind of did. She loved her parents. But she also loved her dog, Cricket. But that wasn't exactly like the love Dean felt was it? Her parents loved each other, everyone could see that. But she wasn't sure how to feel Romantic love. What was it? In books people had described it as butterflies in your stomach, every time you looked at the person you got dizzy, your knees got weak, it was hard to look into their eyes before you knew they liked you back, and when you found out they did, all you wanted to do was look into their eyes.
A few minuets later Dean spoke, "Um, now would be the time to say something."
Did she love him? Maybe, as a friend. If she could have said what loving romantically was, she was sure it wasn't what she was feeling. Did she have butterflies in her stomach? Not at the moment. Was she ever dizzy around him? Only when they'd gotten off roller coasters. Did her knees ever go weak? Only when she tripped over something. Had it ever been hard to look into his eyes? Only because he was so tall.
"I." she paused, looking at him, "I." NO! Her body screamed at her, when you love someone, your body and emotions go all funny. That had never happened around him. There had been a small spark at first, a very tiny spark, but now there was nothing, not even a flicker. "I. I don't know what love is." His face fell.
"You don't love me?"
"I don't know."
"You're killing me Rory."
"I have to go." she turned and sprinted back to her house, not once looking back at the sound of him calling her.
HAYDEN MANSION
Rory flew into the front door and up the stairs, "What's wrong Ror?" her thirteen year old brother asked.
"I. He. And I couldn't. Shane, I don't know what to do!" He walked over and hugged her. He was two years younger than her, but only two or three inches shorter.
"Are you okay?"
"I couldn't say it back Shane, I don't."
"Rory, maybe you should go to bed, you're not making any sense."
"Yeah, I should lay down. Um, good night Shane."
"Night." Rory walked into her room and laid down. If she hadn't been so caught up in thoughts of what Dean would probably say tomorrow, she would have realized that she hadn't felt her stomach move when Dean touched her, like when Tristan had. And she might have realized that when Tristan put his arm around her waist earlier, her knees almost gave out.
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No matter what I do
All I think about is you
Even when I'm with my Boo
Boy, you know I'm crazy over you
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