A/N: I don't own Gilmore Girls or the song 'Worst December' by Sugarcult.
All I wanna do
Is lie in bed with you
All I really ever need is you
All I gotta do
Is give up all I have
To be with you
Tristan pulled into the Hayden's driveway. Well, that is to say he pulled up in front of their house. There was no room left in the driveway and the closest spot was halfway down the street. It seemed as if the entire town of Stars Hollow was deserted, everyone was here. He guessed that most people had walked.
Tristan opened his door and stepped into the street, Madeline climbed out of the passenger side door. Baker had driven Louise, Henry was five minutes behind them, and Paris was already here. Baker's Corvette slid into view and Tristan and Madeline made their way towards the house. When they got in view of the porch, Tristan saw Rory talking heatedly to someone whose back was to them. But he definitely recognized the mushroom that guy called hair. Dean. Rory looked past Dean and saw Tristan. She stopped talking and ran past him, jumped the stairs and ran to Tristan, barely slowing down once she reached him and causing him to stagger back three steps with the impact. But she didn't give him time to react before she curled one hand around the back of his head and brought his face down to her and delivered a mind blowing kiss.
He was caught off guard and failed to react instantly, which gave her time to gain control as she pulled his bottom lip between her teeth and sucked on it gently before brushing her tongue across his top teeth. Once he got his bearings, Tristan wrapped one arm around her waist tightly and his other hand became tangled in her hair. He tilted her head back and took control of the kiss. She pulled back a moment later, breathing heavily. Tristan opened his mouth slightly, unsure of what to say. He looked up at the porch to Dean staring at them, his jaw dropped. Tristan smirked, so Mary wanted to make Bag Boy jealous? He could do that.
He leaned down and captured her lips again, pulling her closer to him. Tristan deepened the kiss, sliding his hands down to rest in Rory's back pockets. He could almost feel Dean's eyes digging into his skull, but he didn't care. He thought it was hilarious. He'd had to compete with this guy when he first met Rory, and he'd been competing with him even after the idiot had lost her. Even after Tristan had gotten her, he still felt as if he was in some competition with Dean. But not anymore. He had no doubt now that Rory was his. And he'd beat the shit out of Dean if he so much as came near his girl again.
He pulled away and Rory smiled at him, "Hey." she whispered.
He smiled, "Hey." Tristan glanced over at Dean who looked as if he was hit by a bus, "What was that about?"
She shook her head, "He was trying to convince me that we were still right for each other." Tristan's eyebrows arched. "I know, crazy, right?" she kissed him lightly, "Come on, let's go inside."
Tristan wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her temple gently as they made their way into the house. Rory nodded to her ex-boyfriend as they passed him, and Tristan grinned gleefully, "Hey Dean."
NEXT MORNING
Rory woke up in Tristan's bed, his forearm as her pillow and her head turned away from him, her body angled slightly away, she'd moved in her sleep. Okay, so maybe that time was easier, but it still hurt. Maybe next time she'd get that mind blowing fulfillment she always heard about. Tristan stirred, his eyes opening slowly. He looked over at her, "Hey."
She smiled, "Hey."
"How do you feel?"
She shrugged, "It didn't hurt as much."
Tristan sighed, frustrated, hitting his head on the pillow, "Damn it."
Rory smiled, "It's okay, Tristan."
He shook his head, "It's just different for me, I've never dealt with a girl's initial pain before and it's frustrating."
Her forehead wrinkled and she said sarcastically, "Sorry."
He looked over at her and laughed, rolling his eyes, "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that."
She smiled, snuggling against his side, "I know."
THAT NIGHT
Tristan slid his keys into his pocket, He'd just dropped Rory off at her house after they'd gotten back from the mall.....which she'd forced him to go to. It had been a teacher work day, so they didn't have school. It was a good thing too, because she didn't have a uniform at his house and for some reason she'd been in his bed when he woke up. He passed his father's office and stopped, walking backwards until he was standing directly in front of the door. He heard his mother's voice. She was yelling, but it was muffled by the thick wood. He couldn't make out anything. It was strange enough that his father was home now, usually he would have still been at the office. His mother's voice became more frantic until she stopped suddenly. And he heard his father mutter something. There were footsteps as his mother walked towards the door. He moved so that she couldn't see him when the door opened and she strode down the hall with a satisfied smirk.
He glanced into the office and saw that his father's forehead was resting in the palm of his hand. Tristan bit his lip and looked around the hall before slowly slipping into his room and closing the door. Something within him shook. He'd never seen his father looking like that. Sad. Defeated. Unsure. Those were traits a Dugrey wasn't allowed to have. There was a sharp rapping on his door. "Come in." he called.
The door opened a few inches, "Mister Dugrey, your father wants to speak to you in his study." the maid closed the door, Tristan never saw her face, and he didn't recognize the voice. She was probably one of the new maids her mother hired every few weeks.
He looked around, taking several deep breaths. There was no telling what his father wanted. Tristan slid off of his bed and walked slowly down the hall, the light escaping from under the crack of the heavy door of his father's study seemed to cut right through him. He suddenly found himself right in front of the door. He raised his fist and knocked three times.
"Come in."
Tristan pushed the door open and walked in slowly, closing it behind him, "You wanted to see me?" he asked.
His father nodded, motioning towards the chair in from if him, "Sit." he did so obediently. His father scrutinized him, "We don't have much of a relationship, do we, Tristan?" it was obviously not a question he wanted answered. He continued, "I don't know what's going on in your life, I don't know your interests, your hobbies..." he trailed off, thinking, "But I do know that you're dating a certain girl." Tristan didn't speak, he had no idea where this was going. "I saw her this morning before you left. I don't blame you. If I were your age I would bring her to my bed as well." Tristan felt his hands ball into fists. "And I'm not saying don't have your fun, because it's healthy to relieve sexual tension, but don't get too involved. You're too young."
Tristan could feel liquid fire pounding in his ears. He didn't trust himself to speak. He loved her. Fucking loved her, and his father didn't even know, "So you'd rather have me fuck random people than stay with one girl?"
"Watch your language." he said warningly.
Tristan laughed bitterly, "You have no problem telling your sixteen year old son to go have sex, but you can't handle a little swearing?"
His father's jaw clenched, "Tristan, please don't make this any harder than it has to be. Just break it off with the girl."
"No."
"Excuse me?"
"I said no."
"You will stop seeing Rory Hayden. She's not for you."
"You don't know that."
"Yes I do."
"Tristan, I'm pulling the parent card on this one. You will stop seeing her."
"Fuck you."
He was silent, "Excuse me?" he asked, deathly quiet.
"I love her-"
His father interrupted him, "No, you do not."
"Yes, I do. You can't tell me who I love and who I don't-"
His father cut him off, "You're sixteen years old, you don't know what love is!"
"Oh, and you do?"
"Of course I do."
"Then you know how I feel about her!" he yelled, why wouldn't his father listen to him?
"Tristan, you may think you love her, but you're just lusting after her, and passion fades! It won't last till the end of the school year!"
Tristan chewed the inside of his cheek, "You know all about that, don't you? Is that why you fuck your secretary?"
His fist came down hard on his desk, "Never speak to me like that again. You do not have real feelings for this girl-"
Tristan cut him off, "Yes I do. I love her!"
"Fine!" his father yelled, surprising him. "I didn't want it to have to come to this. Your mother is worried. This girl is changing you, we don't even know who you are anymore-"
"You never did." he muttered.
He was ignored, "She's changing you, and your mother doesn't like it, so you leave us with no choice. I don't know how to handle you anymore. We only have two options." Tristan looked up at him, his eyes narrowed, "Either break up with her, or you're going to Military School."
Tristan sat in shock, "What?" he stuttered.
His father sighed, rubbing his eyes, "Tristan, I really don't want to do this, but I don't know how to control you. You know that Lorelai Gilmore put your mother through hell in high school. I don't approve one bit of her daughter seducing you."
Tristan's eyes narrowed, "What the hell are you talking about? Rory never seduced me."
"You chased her."
"Yes, I did."
"You got in a fight over her."
Tristan was taken aback, "Yes."
"You sent a boy to the hospital and almost broke his nose just two weeks ago."
Tristan leaned back in his chair, "Yeah, I did."
"For her."
"She has a name." Tristan snapped.
His father's jaw clenched, "For Rory?"
Tristan nodded, "Anything for Rory."
"Why?"
"Because I love her."
His father rolled his eyes, "So I've heard. But what did Nathan Turner do to you that made you want to send him to the hospital?"
"He was talking shit about my girl."
"About Rory."
"Yes, about Rory." Tristan rolled his eyes.
His father sighed, shaking his head, "And her brother and another boy that they're friends with was involved in this fight too, weren't they?"
"Yeah. Blake kicked Patrick's ass for talking about Madeline and Jess beat the shit out of Cole for talking about his best friend."
His father shook his head, "You're getting into fights, you're spending all your time away from home. You've stopped talking to some of your oldest friends. You've changed, Tristan. And the only thing I can think of is to get you away from this girl, so either do it yourself and break it off willingly, or I'll make sure you never see her again."
Tristan's jaw clenched, he wanted nothing more than to punch that man in the face, "I will not break up with her. I won't let her know that my parents are so bitter from a high school fight, and are such fucking cowards that they can't handle to see me in love with her. I won't tell her anyone is ashamed of her, because she's amazing, and she doesn't deserve it."
Mr. Dugrey nodded, his jaw set, "Fine. Pack your bags. You're leaving for North Carolina in two weeks." he looked back down at his papers and acted as if his son wasn't there. Tristan stared at him in disbelief. He looked back up, "You can go." Tristan stood and walked out in silence. He was really going. He really had to leave. What kind of immature bastard would send away his teenage son because of his girlfriend?
Tristan shook his head, looking around the light hall, he had to get out. This place was suffocating him. He couldn't handle it. He had to leave. He reached into his pocket and before he knew it, he was in his car and was functioning on auto pilot. He didn't even know where he was going until he saw a familiar sign. 'Welcome To Stars Hollow'. He parked a few yards down the street so that his car was hidden from view when standing in the Hayden's driveway and made his way around back. He climbed the trellis, don't ask how. He'd never climbed one in his life. But he made it up and to Rory's room.
Tristan raised his fist to knock, but stopped himself....what was he doing? What did he think this would accomplish? But then he realized that it didn't really matter. He needed her, he needed her right then more than he'd ever needed anything in his life. He knocked on the balcony door and he heard her jump. She made her way slowly to the door and was surprised that she didn't even look to see who it was before she opened the door.
Rory tilted her head, surprised, but she barely had time to whisper his name before he crushed his lips to her, silencing her. He attacked her lips, sucking, biting, and licking. She closed the balcony door and whispered in between kisses, never opening her eyes, "My parents won't be home for another three hours." she laced her fingers through his hair and pulled him in deeper.
Tristan backed her up, and she was so lost in the passion of his scorching kiss and his wandering hands, that she couldn't get past the intensity of the moment and remember where she was. But when she felt the side of her bed hit her hip, she laid down, pulling Tristan to lay over her. He pulled her shirt off without waiting for her permission, and showered her neck and chest with kisses. He stopped for only a moment to look into her dark eyes, and she felt her entire body shudder at the lust in his eyes, "Good." he whispered, "This'll take a while." he went back to his assault on her skin.
And what do you know? Third time's the charm.
So take a look around
All I wanna do
To be close to you
All I wanna do
To be next to you
All I want is you
To give up all I have to be
I can't remember why I'm here
If you'd let me spend my life with you