A/N: Rory/Tristan POV
I finally got Logan upstairs with what was left of our dignity. He had woken up once and tried to convince me that our apartment was on the eighth floor because I loved the number eight. I'd decided rather quickly that I would have to check into that later. Usually when a drunk Logan talked, there was a lot of truth there, but I couldn't worry about that right now. I finally got him up to the penthouse, and got him settled and went into my room to change clothes. And then call Tristan. That stupid nagging voice in the back of my head, which sounded just like my mother.
"DuGrey." His tone was clipped, I just told myself that he probably didn't check his caller ID. "Rubbing it in? If so, I'm the heiress of two fortunes." I heard him sigh. "Hi, Rory." His tone had lost his sharpness but he sounded exhausted. "Who's this Rory? I don't know who that is. Have you forgotten my name already?" I pretended to be offended, when I was simply trying to lighten the mood, I just wanted to make him laugh again. I loved his laugh. He chuckled instead, well, I'll take it. "How could I? You're the only girl I ever renamed." I felt myself blush at his comment. "Oh? And what made me so special?" I knew he wouldn't take time to think about it before he responded, how I'm not sure. "You're the only girl I've ever…" My heart rate sped up and then he stopped himself. "Only girl you ever what?"
He let out a frustrated sigh. "Baby, is it alright if I call you back in a minute?" I almost gasped. I couldn't remember the last time when it had felt so good to have a guy call me Baby. Then he started backtracking. "Rory… I…" I started breathing normally again. "Tristan, it's fine." I couldn't help but smiling. "Alright, I'll talk to you in a few alright?" I chuckled, he was so cute. "I'll be waiting." It just slipped. Yeah, right. You both know you will. I smiled and hung up.
I was sitting there, waiting for him. When had I started waiting? Oh yeah- Logan. Before I could finish that thought, my phone rang. Before I could even make a quip, he started talking. "Can I ask you a favor?" God, he sounded exhausted. "Sure." I heard him take a deep breath, like he was unsure of what he was about to say. "All this Mary talk has made me miss you." I cocked an eyebrow. "All this Mary talk?" I asked, mocking him as he had mocked me earlier. "Come here and I'll tell you all about it." I knew he was waiting for me to say no, and I almost did. Just do it, said my mother's nagging voice in the back of my head. "Where is here?" When he spoke again, he sounded surprised. I don't blame him. Part of me was too. "Hilton." I sighed, that was only ten minutes away from the apartment. "Give me ten minutes." And I hung up before either one of us could change our minds. I got up and slid into a pair of dark hip huggers and a tank top and slid my leather duster over it. Five minutes later, true to my word, I was standing outside his door.
It was too late to back out now, so I knocked quietly. He opened the door quickly and his eyes lit up. "You look…" I knew he was trying to think of a good enough adjective. "Wow." Then I saw him mentally kick himself. My God, he's so cute. And I couldn't help but blush under his intense eyes. It had been so long since a man looked at me like that. "You don't look so bad yourself." The top buttons of his shirt were undone and the sleeves were rolled up along his tan, muscular arms. "You gonna leave me out here all night?" He seemed to jerk back into reality. "Oh, no… I… Come in." He motioned towards the room and moved out of the way to let me in. I misjudged the distance and accidentally brushed up against him and I swear I felt sparks fly. I moved away quickly and tried not to think about it. "So you got me all the way over here, what did you want to do?"
He let his eyes roam over me and I knew just what he was thinking he wanted to do. "Honestly, I didn't think you'd come. I don't really have a plan." I smiled brightly up at him, trying to encourage him just to speak his mind. "Hey, do you and your mom still have movie nights?" I just shrugged and looked anywhere in the room but him. Me and mom hadn't been on the best of terms lately, thanks to Logan. "You used to in high-school. Maybe we could have one here." Instantly I felt my face brighten. "Are you serious?" He laughed at my enthusiasm. "Of course Mary. Anything for you." I looked up at him. I couldn't help myself from searching his face for any sign that he was lying to me. "I'll go to the grocery store, I don't have enough junk food here for a Gilmore Girl." He rolled his eyes playfully, like maybe he should have enough junk food there for them, and then leaned in closer and whispered. "Plus, I'm pretty sure I'm out of coffee." My eyes widened dramatically at this, and I crinkled her nose in distaste. "Out of coffee? That's a crime!" My exclamations made him laugh harder and it felt... Wonderful. "I'll change, then I'll let you come with me. It seems I'll need some help." He sent me a smile and started to turn to go, when all of a sudden, he stopped and just stood there.
I let my eyes roam over him, he was gorgeous. My eyes met his, and I looked away blushing. Crap! Now he's seen me. No use in denying it. He threw a smirk my way and then sauntered closer to me, effectively making my heart race. He took my hand in his and then pulled me closer to him. He leaned down and my eyes fluttered closed. At first, I thought he would kiss me, and I realized that's what I wanted, but at the last second he moved his head to whisper in my ear. "Have I told you how amazing you are?" I felt him pull back slightly but I left my eyes closed. "I'm going to change." He whispered. God, how did he learn to be so amazing. I could only nod so he moved away. I immediately lacked the warmth that I had felt standing close to him and was tempted to stop him, when I realized there was plenty of time for that.