A/N: Okay, so I'm trying to write this really well, but really fast, so be nice. My characters are OOC, so please don't yell at me about it. Paris is especially OOC, but it's for the good of the story.
Disclaimer: Don't own…
On with the story…
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Chapter 3: Finally
"Dean," Paris all but hissed as Tristan narrowed his eyes.
At the sight of Tristan, Dean clenched his fists and his eyes burned with fury, "Where's Rory?" he asked through gritted teeth.
Paris glared as did Tristan, "Rory!" they both yelled into the living room.
"Wha-hut?" Rory asked through a fit of giggles because Jess was tickling her, "Jess! No! Stop!" she exclaimed.
"Dean's here," Tristan said in a 'you're busted' kind of voice.
The giggling immediately stopped as Rory's eyes widened and Jess stopped tickling her. They both guiltily got up and went to the foyer.
As soon as Rory stepped towards the door Dean snapped, "Alone Rory? Alone!?" he gestured to Tristan and Jess.
"Stop yelling!" Rory said, covering her ears to get her point across.
"What the hell Rory?" Dean asked, feeling stupid for even coming to find this.
"Dean! Would you stop yelling?" Rory screamed.
"NO!" Dean said his volume just as loud as Rory's.
Paris, Jess, and Tristan simply stood back and let Rory handle herself. They all knew that she was quite capable. Now that wasn't to say they weren't furious with clenched fists, but they were letting her handle it.
"GET OUT!" Rory bellowed.
"What?" Dean spit.
"I said," she paused, "Get the hell out of my house, right now!" Rory said this deadly calm, her entire body shaking in anger.
"Why?" Dean asked incredulously.
"You don't get to come into my house and scream at me. I gave you a chance to stop, but you had to be the thick-headed person you are and keep yelling at me!" her voice rose with each word, "Now get out of my house," she finished.
"I can't believe you! Picking them over me?" Dean exclaimed.
Paris gasped and Jess and Tristan chuckled with smirks plastered to their faces. Was this guy stupid enough to stay and fight with an angry Rory?
Rory laughed a humorless laugh indicating that he was in for it, "If you don't leave, right now, I will not hesitate to sick Paris on you. She may not sound mean, but she is when she's protecting someone and then, if she doesn't scare you away, I'll let Jess come after you. Then you should really be scared, he's even worse, and maybe if you still make it through that, which I highly doubt, I'll let Tristan help them. Now, I'm not sure who the hell you think you are, but this is my house. I get to say who stays and who goes."
"You are unbelievable," Dean said with a shake of his head, "I can't do this, this relationship is cracked. The equation doesn't add up. I'm supposed to be more important than them," Dean said.
"Well, you're wrong about that. They will always be before any boyfriend of mine," Rory hissed.
"Then I'm done. It was just fantastic meeting you," Dean said sarcastically and left.
"Damn! Why did I go out with him again?"
"You thought he was nice and cute," Paris recalled with a shrug of her shoulders.
"And you let me get away with that?" Rory asked.
"I have been telling you that he's a dumb jerk for weeks, you just don't listen," Paris explained.
"Whatever," Rory narrowed her eyes and stalked out of the room to her bedroom.
Paris stomped upstairs to Lorelai's room and both doors slammed close.
This, ladies and gentlemen, was a fight between Rory and Paris. Their fights were never bad per se, but they were nasty and they always ended up making up soon after. Jess and Tristan nodded at each other and went their separate ways.
Jess knew that Rory was upset for 2 reasons: one, because she was in a fight with Paris, and two, because she had just broken up with her first boyfriend. Sure, she didn't much like him after getting to know him, but it was her first boyfriend so she was entitled to be a little upset. Being in a fight with her best friend just added insult to injury.
"Ror?" Jess said as he rapped his knuckles lightly on her door.
"Go away," Rory said and you could here the tears in her voice.
"Come on Ror, it's me, Jess," he tried.
"No, I want Paris," Rory cried like a petulant 4-year-old.
Jess sighed, she was so confusing, "Okay, I'll see if she'll come down."
Jess ran up the stairs two at a time to see Tristan sitting up against Lorelai's door trying to coax Paris out of the room.
"Come on Paris, come out here," Tristan tried, but was so utterly denied.
"No," Paris screeched.
"Watch this," Jess said to Tristan, "Rory wants you," he said through the door and then backed up and Tristan followed suit.
As soon as the last word left his mouth Paris was out of the door wiping tears from her eyes and sprinting down the stairs.
She bolted for Rory's door; Rory heard her furious steps and opened the door. They grabbed at each other hugging tightly.
"I'm sorry," Paris gushed.
"I'm sorry I didn't listen," Rory cried.
No other words were exchanged as the two walked into Rory's room and closed the door behind them for some serious girl talk.
Meanwhile the boys were coming down the stairs and saw the end of exchange.
"Should we leave?" Tristan asked as he saw them go in and close the door.
"Nah, they'll be out in an hour or so and then Rory will want to curl into my side while she cries a little more; it's standard procedure," Jess explained.
"Oh," Tristan said as his mouth went into an 'o' shape and he breathed out, not used to comforting girls.
"It's no big deal, we can just eat and turn something on the TV while they're doing what they're doing," Jess said to Tristan, seeing the weird look on his face.
"Okay, let's eat," Tristan conceded and went to the kitchen to grab the food from Luke's that they had brought since they didn't like the Indian that the girls had ordered.
The boys settled in on the couch and watched 'The Wheel of Fortune' while they ate the food from Luke's.
And hour later as Jess had predicted, the girls came out of Rory's bedroom. Silently, Paris arranged the food on the coffee table and set up Rory's while Rory made herself comfortable on the couch with her arms around Jess' torso and her head on his chest. He held her around her waist and drew imaginary circles on her stomach as she ate her food that rested on Jess' lap. Paris sat on the floor in front of them after putting in a movie and Tristan sat back and watched in awe.
"Wait a minute," Tristan said.
All three heads turned to him and Paris put the movie on pause, "What?' Paris asked.
"You guys just—you just flow so well," Tristan sputtered.
Rory and Paris exchanged a look since they had never heard Tristan Dugrey sputter and Jess looked at his cousin curiously.
"We've been best friends since we were eleven," Paris said in a 'duh' tone.
"Yeah, we know everything about each other," Jess continued and Rory, sticking to silence, simply nodded her head in agreement.
"I've just never seen such caring for another person," Tristan explained with downcast eyes.
The three looked at each other and collectively sighed, "Well, now you have and you should get used to it because soon you will be incorporated into it, too," Rory finally spoke up and went to get drinks.
Jess and Paris look at each other and Paris nodded slightly. Jess sighed and got up to go into the kitchen. She may have said that she was getting drinks but there was a double meaning in the statement and Paris and Jess knew it well. It meant 'Follow me in here so I don't freak out' so Jess followed her and arrived in the kitchen as she was searching the refrigerator. He walked stealthily over to the refrigerator and was directly behind her when she turned around and gasped. He hadn't realized how close they would actually be if she turned around when he initially started for her.
They were a mere inches away from being pressed up against each other, chest to chest. Rory took in a shaky breath, gulped, and picked her eyes up to look at Jess. He opened and closed his mouth several times before standing completely still, not knowing what to do. Rory hadn't found anything in the fridge so she fiddled with her hands. Jess finally made a decision. He reached down to her shaking hands and took them in his own, weaving their fingers together. She looked into his eyes with uncertainty, but the look in his reassured her that it was okay. Their foreheads touched as Jess brought their hands up and leant is head down towards hers.
She met his lips in a soft kiss before they pulled back. She leant in this time and opted for putting her arms around his waist while he cupped her face. This kiss was much different. A more passionate kiss filled with longing and pure want.
Meanwhile in the living room, Paris was smirking wildly and Tristan was sitting and looking confused.
"What are they doing?" Tristan asked, irritated as he sat back in the couch.
Paris got up from her seat on the floor and joined Tristan on the couch sitting on her legs facing Tristan, "Doing something they haven't done since they were twelve, but have been wanting to do for quite some time," Paris explained, a permanent smirk plastered to her lips.
"What's that?" Tristan asked.
Paris raised her eyebrow and realization dawned on Tristan, his features joining Paris in a smirk.
"Finally," they both muttered.
After a few moments of silence, Tristan and Paris started to talk about pretty much nothing, simply making conversation. Though soon enough the conversation turned into a literary debate about Austen versus Bukowski. This went on for over 20 minutes and neither had acknowledged that Rory and Jess had yet to reenter the living room. Their faces were growing closer and closer with each rebuttal and by the time that Rory and Jess stumbled in with goofy grins and messy hair, Rory blushing furiously, they were 2 centimeters away from kissing.
Their faces, however, immediately separated when they heard the crashing sound of Rory falling into the table that the phone and its cradle rested on it.
"Oh, hi," Tristan said, surprised.
"Hey," Jess said, smiling like an idiot, his perfect hair now a mess.
Paris and Rory burst out laughing, "Aunt Lor will be so ecstatic," Paris conceded.
"Why's that?" Tristan asked.
Paris turned to her and stopped laughing, but kept a smile on her face, her mouth slightly open from the laughing, "Those two idiots," she jerked her thumb behind her, "finally realized that they are supposed to be together."
"What about you guys?" Rory countered putting her hands on her hips, Jess' arm wrapped around her shoulders.
"What about us?" Tristan asked incredulously as both his and Paris' heads snapped to Rory and Jess.
"You were about to kiss," Jess stated.
Both Tristan and Paris opened their mouths to say something but opted to stay quiet.
"See, you were!" Rory accused while pointing a finger at them.
Paris looked down guiltily and Tristan smirked while shaking his head.
"I think it's time for you boys to go home," Paris finally said.
"Yup, let's go Jess," Tristan said hastily, happy for the escape.
"Alright," Jess smirked and dragged Rory to the door with him. Tristan waited anxiously by door as Paris hung back.
"Bye," Rory said and leant up to give Jess a peck on the lips.
"I don't think that was a proper goodbye," Jess smirked and captured her lips in a more fervent kiss, "Bye."
"We're going to let you guys do what you need to. I think you know what you need to do," Rory smiled as she went into the living room and Jess went out the door.
"So…," Tristan started.
"So…," Paris repeated.
"So, if I would have kissed you in there, would you have let me?" Tristan asked as he started towards her.
"Yeah," Paris said quietly with a shrug.
"Really?" Tristan asked her as he put his hands on her waist and pulled her towards him.
"Uh huh," Paris breathed, her voice trembling as Tristan leant down and moved his lips against Paris'. Paris rested her hands on his chest as Tristan moved his up and down her spine sending shivers throughout her body.
Paris slid her hands up around the base of his neck and pulled his head down further to hers. He moved his hands down to her lower back to the exposed skin where her camisole was lifting. He pushed her body tighter against his own and started to rub her bare skin under her camisole on her back and around to her stomach.
Sure, Paris had been kissed before, but never like this, never with this much longing and passion. Paris had to go up on his tip-toes so that he could reach Tristan and Tristan helped her in doing that with his hand tugging upwards on her back. Rory peeked at them from her spot on the couch and smiled at the scene laid before her.
Paris was on her toes with her hands wrapped around Tristan's neck, her little petite butt sticking out slightly, and her camisole riding up her back. Tristan was still on his flat feet with his head bent downwards to accommodate Paris with his arms gliding over any inch of her back and stomach that he could reach without fully taking off her shirt.
Jess, on-the-other-hand, was regretting waiting outside seeing as it had been around 7 minutes and Tristan had yet to come outside. He sighed and sat down on the porch steps, waiting.
Back inside, Tristan and Paris pulled away. Paris returned fully planted on the ground and Tristan brought one of his hands to her cheek and the other on her hip while Paris rested both of hers on his chest.
"So, are we together now?" Tristan asked.
"Well, are you still going to act like a jackass at school?" Paris asked seriously.
"Not if it will hurt my chances with you," Tristan replied sincerely.
Paris smiled, really smiled and looked up into Tristan's eyes, "Okay," she said and went on her tip-toes once more to give him a quick kiss, "See you later," and she trotted into the living room.
Tristan couldn't help but watch her as she left; he was Tristan, but after she was out of sight, he called out a goodbye and walked out the door.
"Jeez, what were you doing in there?" Jess exclaimed as soon as Tristan set foot on the porch.
"What do you think?" Tristan asked sarcastically with a grin plastered to his face.
"I think I can take a guess," Jess smirked at him.
"Yeah," Tristan said and the two set off for the diner.
Ring…Ring…
The phone broke through the squealing that Paris and Rory had taken to doing after the boys had left.
"Hello!" Rory said excitedly into the phone.
"Whoa, what's going on over there?" Lorelai asked through the phone.
"EEEEEE! Mom!! I broke up with Dean!!" Rory started.
"Oh, Hun I'm sorry," Lorelai said although inside she was dancing with joy.
"NO! It's a good thing! Besides, I did the routine, I'm good," Rory explained.
"Oh, okay," Lorelai was taken aback by her daughter's happy mood after a break-up.
"JESS AND I KISSED!" Rory finally burst out after a few seconds of silence.
"Well, yeah, you did that when you were twelve also," Lorelai reminded.
"No mom, we kissed!" Rory stressed.
"AH! FINALLY!" Lorelai squealed.
Paris ripped the phone from Rory, "Aunt Lor!!"
"Yes Pear?" Lorelai said excitedly.
"TRISTAN AND I ARE TOGETHER!" Paris exclaimed.
"FINALLY!" Lorelai yelled, "Gosh, my two girls are finally with the boys they are supposed to be with!"
The next 2 hours were filled with squeals and giggles while the girls talked to Lorelai until it was late and they had to get some sleep. They ended up falling asleep on the couch together. Rory was lying with her left arm and leg hanging off the couch and her right arm under her head. Paris was pinched between the couch and Rory with her left leg thrown across Rory's leg. Her left arm was bent with her elbow on Rory's back and her hand under her cheek while her right arm was resting under her head. It may not have looked like the most comfortable position, but it sure as hell was.
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A/N: Okay, so I'm not sure I'm completely happy with this, but I think it's good enough. Hope you guys like it! Press the pretty little button!