A/N: Tristan's POV
When I woke up, there was Rory, wrapped in my arms pressed against me. I could get used to this. I started thinking about the kiss(es), really can you blame me, when I felt her start to wake up. So I did the rational thing, I pretended to be asleep. I felt her tense up beside me. Yep, she's thinking about Logan. Talk about ruining a moment. I felt her looking at me and I hoped she couldn't tell that I wasn't really sleeping. She was starting to move around and she pushed herself further up against me unintentionally. My arm shot out of its own accord and went to her waist, holding her close to me. I wonder what kind of shampoo she uses. She paused for a moment, then rolled over anyway, but I kept my arm around her anyway. I heard Loreali in the kitchen, and I knew Rory was probably fixing to get up and they'd talk about me. It's scary how well I know her. She stood up, not even trying to be careful this time. I heard her pull out the chair and sit down. "I didn't want him here!" Talk about a blow to the ego. "I didn't! It was his father's idea. Plus, I wanted to see you but I never intended to spend the night. Not the both of us anyway." She was so cute when she rambled. I heard her sipping her coffee. "Well he's here now. And the kiss?"
Oh God, what if she says it was a total mistake? Oh quit being such a girl, DuGrey. "Never should have happened." How did I know? "Did you kiss back?" She sighed. "Of course I kissed back but…" Please don't blame it on reflex or heat of the moment. "No buts! Does Logan know he's here?" I could just imagine the look on Rory's face. "No! Logan probably doesn't even remember I'm here." She sounded hurt and almost bitter. "He's mad because I missed one stupid society thing once in two years." She paused and silently, I urged her on, and she didn't disappoint. "I'm not happy with Logan anymore." I did a mental Snoopy Dance. "And are you happy with Tristan?" The Snoopy Dance stopped abruptly. "It's exciting." I'll take that as a compliment. "But that fades, and I need something more than that." Huh, so she wants a mix of excitement and safety. I could give her that, and anything else she asked me for. "Do you talk?" I could tell the question caught her off guard, Hell, it caught me off guard too. "About what?" Rory sounded really apprehensive. "Books, movies, politics, bobbies, school favorite things." Loreali trailed off. "This isn't the Sound of Music, mom. We don't…. I mean… Yeah, we do."
"And do you have things in common?" Huh. Where are you taking this Loreali? There was a lapse, then Loreali started again. "Does he have a good sense of humor?" Another lapse, she probably just shrugged. "He sang the Oompa Loompa song while we watched Willy Wonka last night." Another pause, and then Loreali busted out laughing. I heard Rory trying to keep her quiet, but it was as good a time as any to make an appearance. I got up and walked into the doorway of her bedroom. Rory didn't looked pleased to see me at all. So, instead I smiled at Loreali. "Morning Loreali." I wanted to smack myself. Not the best way to impress or charm her. "Did you tell him?" Rory shook her head.
"Tell me what?" Now I was confused. "My mother just gave you five…" Loreali shook her head. "Ten?" She nodded. "Ten points for not calling her Mrs. Gilmore-"---"Which makes me sound like my mother." Rory continued on as if she'd never interrupted. "Or Rory's mom." Loreali made a disgusted face and I couldn't help but laugh. "Well I was going to ask you lovely ladies" Loreali snorted cutting me off. "If you'd like Luke's for breakfast." She grinned. "You didn't tell him anything?" Rory shook her head. I could see this was going well. "I assume I can order two of the usual for you both and your coffee and bring it to you to go, so that you can catch up. I felt like I was intruding yesterday." Loreali cocked an eyebrow at me, I hadn't meant to talk so much. "Thirty for Luke's, fifteen for a Gilmore Girl worthy ramble." I smiled sheepishly, nodded and then started out the door. Little did I know what was waiting on the other side.