Chapter 11

"It really is a shame that your mother couldn't make it tonight," Emily told her granddaughter as the two of them took a seat in the sitting area; they had just finished eating their Friday night dinner.

"Yeah, she's been swamped at the Inn," Rory wouldn't say that she was uncomfortable, but it was a bit weird that it was just her and her grandma at the dinner; her mom was at work and grandpa was away on business.

"Your mom always was a hard worker," Emily said.

Was that a compliment? Did Emily Gilmore just say something nice about her daughter, Lorelai Victoria Gilmore?

Something was up and Rory had a feeling that it wasn't good.

"So grandma--" Rory began to strike up a conversation, but the doorbell ringing cut her off.

"I wonder who that could be?" Emily innocently said, "Maybe your mom was able to get out of work."

"I doubt it," Rory muttered to herself.

The visitor then entered the sitting area.

"Claire!" Emily exclaimed, "What a pleasant surprise."

"Surprise my ass," Rory mumbled to herself.

Luckily the two older ladies didn't hear her or she would have had to pull a Lorelai and quickly come up with a word that rhythms with ass.

"Hello Claire," Rory politely greeted.

"Rory, dear, it's so nice to see you," Claire said as she took a seat across from Rory, "So how's Yale?"

Small talk sucked.

"It's not bad, you know…school's school," she told her. What else was she suppose to say?

"So how's your grandson enjoying Yale?" Emily asked; she just had to mention Tristan.

"Oh he's enjoying it alright," Claire smirked.

Now Rory knew where he got it from; that damn smirk.

"He's a very nice young man," Emily smiled that stupid smile. It was the smile that she used when she was trying to make a point, "Don't you think so, Rory?"

"He's okay," Rory played with her hands uncomfortably.

"Emily don't embarrass the girl," Claire playfully scolded the older Gilmore.

"I'm not embarrassing her," Emily said, "Am I embarrassing you, Rory?" she asked.

"You asking her is probably embarrassing her even more," Claire stated.

"I hardly--" Emily began.

"I'm not embarrassed," Rory ended the bickering between the two older women.

"Good…well -- Oh!" Claire exclaimed all of a sudden.

"What?" Emily curiously asked.

"Speaking of Tristan…"Claire began, even though any topic of Tristan had been dropped, "He and Sam are caput!"

"No," Emily couldn't believe it.

"Yes!"

"Really?"

"Yes!" Claire was so happy.

"Rory, you know what this means, don't you?" Emily tells her.

"Uh-oh," she mutters under her breath.

"This is the perfect opportunity for you to make your move," her grandmother says in all seriousness; she was ridiculous.

"Um…I don't have any moves," she was beginning to become uncomfortable.

"Sure you do!"

"No… I don't."

"Rory, dear, don't be silly," Emily began, "A young woman like yourself can easily get any man that her heart desires--"

"Unless her heart doesn't desire Tristan," Claire cut her off.

"It's not that--" Rory tried to explain, but Emily cut her off.

"You want him!"

"Grandma!"

"It's okay if you do," Claire nicely said.

"I don't want to be rude, but I don't feel comfortable discussing my love life--" Once again Rory was talking and once again her grandmother wouldn't let her finish what she had to say.

"You don't have a love life; we're trying to give you one."

Getting annoyed, Rory stood up and faced her grandmother, "Well stop trying." Turning to Claire she smiled and said, "It was nice seeing you."

Without another word Rory was out the front door and making her way back to her dormitory.

Emily smiled uneasily, "She's lived with her mother for too long."

Claire didn't comment on what Emily had just said, instead she says, "She's perfect for Tristan."

"No way!"

"Yes way!"

"Rory, stop lying to mommy."

"I cannot tell a lie," Rory told her mother into the phone.

"I cannot believe her.""Mom, you should be used to her sneaky tactics by now," Rory stretched her legs on the couch.

"I know, but they never seize to amaze me…"

"Claire was nice about it, but grandma, she was just…grandma," Rory didn't know a better word to describe the older Gilmore girl.

"She's always just 'grandma'."

Ding Dong.

"Hold on mom, someone's at the door," Rory told her mom.

"Maybe it's a male stripper."

"You didn't send one again did you?"

"I never--"

"Yes you did."

"Maybe."

"Come in," Rory said to the person outside her door. The door opened and in comes Tristan, "Hey,' she greets him.

He sees that she's on the phone and doesn't want to interrupt so he quietly waves.

"Who is it?" a nosey Lorelai asks.

"Tristan," she tells her.

"Tell him I said hi."

"My mom says hi," she tells him.

"Tell her I say hi," he says as he lifts Rory's legs off the couch and takes a seat, he then lowers her legs on to his lap.

"He says hi," Rory was now a messenger.

"Tell him I said he's sexy," Lorelai giggled.

"Mom."

"Tell him," she ordered.

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Rory."

She turns to Tristan, "My mom says your sexy."

Tristan smirked, "Thank you."

Rory talked into the phone, "Okay this is getting disturbing so I'm going to hang up now."

"But it was just getting interesting," Lorelai whined.

"Good bye mother."

"Good bye daughter."

"So I guess your mom is doing good," Tristan smiled once she hung up the phone.

"She's good alright."

An awkward silence settled around them.

"I'm sorry," he busted out saying.

"It's not your fault…" she knew exactly what he was talking about.

"She's my mother; I just feel like I should," he explained.

"It was mostly my grandmother doing the damage."

He nodded his head in understanding, "So, you hungry?"

"Am I ever not hungry?" Rory answered his question with a question.

"Right," he slightly felt stupid, "let's go."

Removing her legs from his lap they got up off the couch and made their way out of the dormitories.

"Chinese?" she asks.

"Sure."

"Please tell me you're kidding," he says as he clutches his sides; they were beginning to hurt because he was laughing so much.

"I'm serious; she tackled the poor clown," she smiled.

He could barely breathe he was laughing so hard, "Just because he couldn't make you a giraffe out of balloons?"

"And because he called her Mrs. Gilmore," Rory explained, as she stuffed a piece if general's chicken into her mouth.

"Your mom is crazy."

"She would take that as a compliment."

"I have to see your mom in her element."

"You would love her--"

A couple at the entrance of the restaurant caught her eye making her lose her train of thought.

Following her eyes, Tristan saw what she was looking at; Sam and Logan had walked in in each other's arms looking very friendly…too friendly.

"Huh," Tristan says as he turns and faces Rory, "That's weird."

"It's also kind of funny," she tells him.

Rory then notices that the couple spots them and now they're making their way towards their table.

"Hey, look who we have here," Logan says with fake enthusiasm.

"Well if it isn't Logan and Sam," Tristan smirks, "Such a lovely couple; how are you two doing?"

"Not bad, not bad," Logan tells him.

"That's good to hear. Did you guys want to join us or something?" Tristan asked.

"Nope, we just wanted to say hi," Logan says as he wraps and arm around Sam's waist.

"How about you say it so we can get on with out lives," Tristan smirks, keeping his cool.

"Oh…actually," now it was Logan's turn to smirk, "I wanted to give you a piece of advice. I suggest you put Rory to bed as soon as possible--"

"I suggest you leave," Tristan cut him off; he didn't like where he was going with the conversation.

"I'm serious; I thought I was doing a hell of a job, but I come to find out she wants you not me--"

"Logan," Tristan was seconds away from killing his cousin.

"Logan, stop it," Rory spoke for the first time since the two made their way to their table.

Logan wasn't hearing it, he continued, "We were having…you know…sex, and at the end when we came I called her name and guess whose name she called," Logan said pretending to put suspense into the story, "You would think mine, but instead she called out yours. Yup, she called out your name," he told Tristan.

"I think you've said enough," Tristan said standing up. Once he saw Rory's face turn a deep red and then lowering her head in embarrassment he knew that he had heard enough.

"What? I don't get a thank you for giving you this valuable piece of information?" Logan was now just being an asshole.

"I told you she wanted you," Sam told Tristan.

"And I'm telling you to shut the hell up," Tristan was beginning to lose his cool.

Standing up, Rory goes over to Tristan and gently pushes him out of Logan's face, "Come on Tris, let's go."

Throwing some money on the table he pays the bill, he then takes Rory's hand and allows her to take him away, but before he does, he gets in Logan's face one more time and dangerously tells him, "Now it's your turn to stay the fuck away from her."

Without giving the couple a second look he gets next to Rory and together, they make their way out of the Chinese restaurant.

AN: So? Let me know what you think!