AN: I'm so sorry for taking so long to update. I'm a college freshman and that's kind of taken over, but never fear I am still here! I know that was a bit corning, but, whatever…Anyways here's the next installment and just let me know what you think.

Chapter13

He never thought that this could ever happen to him. He knew that he wasn't immune to feeling pain, but he never thought that he could actually feel as if he was being brutally murdered.

Bring sprawled out on his hard wood floor, he believed that it was more comfortable than his couch or bed at the moment; he processed once again the previous days event. This entire fiasco started two days ago at that stupid Chinese restaurant.

Rory and Tristan were actually enjoying their dinner together. They were talking about the olden days and how Lorelai tackled a poor innocent clown. But then their good time was ruined when the couple spotted Tristan's cousin entering the restaurant with Tristan's ex-girlfriend in tow.

And when Tristan realized that Logan was making his way to them with a smirk, he knew that he was up to something.

Out of nowhere Logan then drops a bomb saying that while he and Rory were having sex, she called out Tristan's name. Even though this piece of information did, in fact, make Tristan happy, after he looked at Rory, he felt so bad that he wanted to kill his cousin.

Unfortunately, telling Rory's secret wasn't the worse thing that Logan had done, but Tristan's going to process that piece of information later.

Anyways, that same night when Tristan tried to talk to Rory, she avoids his questions and tells him that she just wants to go to sleep. And then the next day she shows up at his door wanting to talk. The talk goes horribly wrong. Horribly, horribly wrong.

She shows up, he makes some small stupid joke and she goes all psychotic on him. And then she has the nerve to tell him that he hasn't changed. And that was a low blow.

So after she leaves, he's moping around on his couch and in barges Paris. She tells him to stop being stupid and to go talk to her. As usual, he listens to Paris because in all honesty he's kind of worried about what she would do if he won't listen to her. But anyway, that's besides the point.

He gets off his pathetic ass and goes to Rory's dorm and after he knocks and she doesn't respond, Tristan just figures that she is just being the usual, stubborn Gilmore girl.

But he wishes that he didn't go into her room yesterday because when he did he saw Rory and Logan doing the dirty deed. Now that was when he really wanted to kill his cousin, but he didn't because he figured that Rory wouldn't like that very much and he actually cared about Rory, even if she was killing him.

He wished he could turn back time and not listen to Paris—

Paris.

This was all her fault.

If she had minded her own business, he would never have walked in on Rory and Logan doing it.

And yet, he couldn't believe that Rory would have ever done what she did.

He shot up off the floor and was on his way to Paris's dorm room even if there was a possibility of Rory being there. All he knew was that that he was definitely not going to be nice. Not nice at all.

FLASHBACK

"I never knew that you hated the people that you were friends with," was the first thing he said when she swung her front door open.

"Tristan," she stated, shocked, "What are you doing here?"

"I just wanted to know who you were lying to because I know that you were lying to one of us," he answered her question.

"What are you talking about?" she asks crossing her arms over her chest. She knew exactly what he was talking about.

"Me or Dean. Were you lying to me or Dean?"

"Tristan, I--"

"Because I thought we were actually friends," he cut her off, "But I guess now you hate your friends? I don't know I'm just a little confused."

"Why don't you come inside and we can talk about this," she suggested. She wanted to explain herself to him even though whatever she was going to say, wasn't going to matter.

"There's nothing to talk about, Gilmore," he cynically smiled, "I mean, you made it very clear to the entire school that you love him and that you hate me."

"I don't--"

"Don't sweat it, Mary," he said trying to make it seem as if the words that she had spoken earlier that day hadn't affected him, "Here are your books," he handed them to her and turned to walk away. As he was making his way to his car, he remembered something, "Oh, by the way, inside one of those books are the two tickets to P.J. Harvey. Seeing as how you like her so much I just figured I'd be a good friend and get them so that we could go together. But seeing a show the circumstances have changed, it only makes sense to bring your boyfriend," he ended with a sardonic smile, "Have a good summer."

She helplessly watched as he once again turned away from her and made his way to his Porsche.

She couldn't help but feel as if she had made a big mistake.

END FLASHBACK

He stood at her front door, knocking on it with a constant steady knock.

"Who the hell--" Paris almost yelled as she roughly swung the front door open, but as soon as she realized that it was Tristan, she stopped mid-sentence, "Oh."

"Yeah, it's me," he said barging in.

"What are you doing here?" she asked a bit nervously; Rory must be there.

"It must be because I'm here to see one of the people who live at this dorm and since I'm currently not on speaking terms with the brunette, I must be here to see you."

"Why?"

"I need to talk to you," he tells her and then he sees Rory walk out from her bedroom.

"So talk," Paris challenges him.

"I can't talk right now," he says looking away from Rory.

"Is it because I'm here?" Rory asks annoyed.

"Obviously, if I told Paris that I needed to talk to her and then after seeing you I tell her that I can't," he wasn't going to try and hold or be nice to her. He figured that if she truly believed that he hadn't changed, then he wasn't going to treat her as if he had.

"Real mature, Tristan," Rory says rolling her eyes.

"You should be the last person to talk about being mature," he told her.

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"According to you, I may not be mature, but at least I have some common sense."

"Are you calling me stupid?"

Tristan innocently shrugs, "If the show fits…"

"Oh no you did not just call me stupid," Rory said offended.

"Oh yes I did," Tristan challenged her.

"Oh my goodness," Paris mumbles to herself.

"Why are you even here?" Rory asks him confused as to why she was even having this conversation with him.

"See, you are stupid," he tells her, "I already said that I was here to talk to Paris."

"So talk to her," she practically yells at him.

"I can't! You're here!" he yells at her.

"Fine! I'll leave!" this turned into a yelling match.

"Fine!"

"Fine!" she made her way to her front door.

"Good!" he watched her open the door.

"Bye!" she yelled before slamming the poor door.

"God riddance!" he yelled at her through the shut door.

"You two are ridiculous," Paris said breaking the silence.

"She's ridiculous!" he yelled flinging his arm to the direction of the recently slammed door.

"Whoa boy, there's no need to yell; she's not here," Paris told him.

"Oh, right, sorry," he muttered, lowering his voice.

"So, you said you wanted to talk to me?"

"Yes."

"Okay…"

"Right," after his sparring match with Rory, he had almost forgotten the reason why he wanted to talk to Paris, "This is all your fault!" he said, once again raising his voice.

"What's my fault?" Paris questioned, keeping calm.

"This, me and Rory."

"Right, it's my fault that you two have so much sexual tension built up," she sarcastically replies.

"If you hadn't told me to get off my ass and go talk to her, I would never had walked in on the two of them," he tells her, ignoring her comment about built up sexual tension.

"Well, if you hadn't told her to run back to Logan, maybe she wouldn't have," Paris said, matching his accusing tone.

"Oh no you don't, you do no get to blame this on me because I already blamed this on you first," he said sounding like a complete kid, "Besides how the hell was I suppose to know that she was actually going to run back to Logan?"

"Tristan."

"What?"

"What really caused this?"

"You."

"Besides me," she rolled her eyes.

"Logan," he blamed his stupid cousin.

"Before Logan," Paris clarified.

"I don't know."

"Yes you do."

"I made some stupid joke and she goes and accuses me that I haven't changed, that I'm basically the same asshole from high school."

"You know that that's not true, so why let it bother you so much?"

"Because whatever comes out of that girls mouth, means something," he confesses.

"I hate to say this, but you're going to have to tell her that."

"Right, I'm gonna go up to her and say 'Rory, I'm mad at you because you hurt my feelings' what kind of man reveals his feelings?"

"The kind that wants to get the girl," Paris easily answers.

Tristan remained silent for a minute, thinking about Paris's words, "Why do you always have to be right?"

"That's easy," she replied, "It's because I'm perfect."

"And people say that I have a big head," he smiled at his friend.

Paris smiled and walked with him to the front door, "Hang in there, Tristan, because in the end you'll have her."

"I hope you're right," he tells her as he opens the door and steps out.

"I'm always right," she told him in all seriousness, "Good luck."

"Thanks."

He blinks once.

Twice.

Three times.

Is she really there? Was she really leaning against the wall across from his apartment?

He blinks just one more time just to make sure that she's still standing there. And once he's a hundred percent sure that she's really there, he begins to make his way towards her.

She senses him and faces him. She notices that he's about to open his mouth to say something so she quickly says, "Shut up."

"I--"

He tries to protest, but she's too quick and determined to say whatever it is that's on her mind, "Just be quiet so that I can say what it is that I need to say."

He raised his hands, promising that he wouldn't utter a word.

"Okay," she started nervously as she slowly pulled out two small pieces of paper from her back pocket; they resembled tickets, "Do you remember these?" she asked him.

Of course he remembered those tickets, "P.J. Harvey."

"When you first asked me to go, you thought she was a guy, remember?" she asked smiling at the memory.

"Yeah, I felt so stupid when you told me that 'he' was a she."

Rory's smile faded and she, once again, became serious, "I should have gone with you to that concert and when you came to my house, I shouldn't have let you leave the way you did.

"I should have told you that I didn't hate you. It's just that with you I felt so at ease. Yet I never knew what was going to happen and that excited me and we were only friends.

"And when Dean wanted me back I wanted to feel the safety and the security that I felt when I was with him, but when I got him back and I lost you, I realized that that wasn't worth it--"

"Rory," he had to stop her; she was pouring herself out to him, and this whole mess wasn't her fault.

She ignored him and continued, "I never went to the concert and I kept the tickets to remind me of one of the biggest mistakes that I've ever made," tears were forming in her eyes.

"And I don't want to not fix this between us. So I'm going to start by apologizing. I'm sorry that I said that you haven't changed because you're right; God knows that you have changed and so do I. I noticed the difference in you when we were still in high school--"

"Rory--"

"And I'm really sorry about what I did with Logan and you're right, I did change. You changed for the better and I changed for the worse. I have no idea why I would ever do the no-strings relationship with someone, when I actually like those stupid strings. So I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm really…really sorry. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me? Can we start over?" she asked him with hopeful eyes.

"I can't."

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