The Beginning of a Beginning?

By babydrag0nfly

Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls, and I certainly don't own Tristan, but a girl can dream can't she?

A/N: yay I updated pretty quickly this time…and btw for those of you who didn't want this story to be like all the other trorys where Rory runs away again and again, don't worry, thought at first it might seem like that, please just keep reading :)

Thanks to all reviewers! And the feedback was awesome! I hope this chapter meets all your expectations!

Chapter 13

:Ticket to Heaven:

"OH MY GOD!" Rory gasped with wide eyes. "I can't believe you just did that!"

"Rory, please listen. I can exp—" Tristan tried to explain, but Rory cut him off.

"I never thought I'd see the day you told off a bimbo!" Rory started laughing. "Wow! Is it the end of the world?"

Tristan just looked back at her. She's not mad? Hmm, well I'm not complaining.

"Well, yeah. What would I need a bimbo for?" Tristan played it cool.

"I don't know…maybe to boost your ego?" Rory teased. "You know, what with me deflating your ego every second."

"Well," Tristan leaned in close, "I can deal with that as long as it's you who's doing the deflating" Tristan whispered adding a wink.

Rory blushed, as usual as Tristan caught and held her gaze. Breaking the connection, Rory hooked an arm around Tristan's and dragged him into their room, shutting the door behind them.

"So, tell me the story. I want to know what happened," Rory said eagerly, bouncing on the bed.

Tristan recounted his encounter with the annoying girl.

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"So where to next?" Rory asked Tristan after they'd had a lovely dinner in the small restaurant in the lobby of the hotel. The couple had run into the topic of their previous conversation during dinner, and Rory and Tristan had a fun time flaunting their close friendship and laughing at the jealous rage spreading across the bimbo's otherwise halfway decent features.

"It's your turn to choose," Tristan stated, taking a seat next to her on the bed.

"Let's hit up Las Vegas!" Rory exclaimed excitedly.

That night, they packed up their things, and prepared for sleep. Rory lay in bed, contemplating the day's events. I haven't spoken to Tristan at all about the kiss. And what about when he said he already had a girlfriend to that girl? No. He can't have a girlfriend. Was he just lying? And why did he tell her off? I thought he liked the attention. He's never objected before. Rory turned her head to the side, looking across the nightstand at Tristan's sleeping form on the opposite bed.

"Tristan!" Rory whispered.

"Yeah…" Tristan replied groggily.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Shoot," Tristan said, eyes closed.

"Whey you told that girl that you already had a girlfriend, who were you referring to? I wasn't aware you had a girlfriend" Rory asked. Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest in fear of what his answer might be.

"You," Tristan whispered.

"Me?" Rory was almost shocked. She had half hoped he'd been referring to her, but she wasn't entirely sure.

"Yes Mary, it may be hard to believe, but I do love you," Tristan explained, and with that, he fell back asleep.

"Tristan, I think I love you, too," Rory whispered, but she was only met with Tristan's heavy breathing. "I love you, too," Rory repeated the words to herself. They sounded strange, yet they gave her a kind of comfort that nothing ever had before.

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The next morning, Tristan and Rory piled into Tristan's SUV.

"Next stop, Las Vegas!" Tristan exclaimed as they hit the road. "Which hotel on the strip do you want to stay in?"

"Hmmm…OOO! Let's stay in MGM Grand! I've always wanted to see the cute little lions! I've always wanted to meet them in person, you know, since just seeing them on the screen isn't that same," Rory responded enthusiastically.

"You know, those lions aren't the same ones they use for the movies," Tristan looked at her.

Rory slapped him on the arm and settled on a small pout, "Thanks for bursting my bubble!"

"Anytime," Tristan said, then realized his arm was stinging, "Ouch, Mary, you pack a hard slap. Didn't I ever tell you not to smack the person driving the car you're riding in the passenger's seat in?"

Rory just crossed her arms over her chest and continued to pout. She looked straight ahead, determined to give Tristan the silent treatment.

"O…so now you're not going to talk to me? Is that how it is?" Tristan continued to play.

Silence.

"Okay, Mary, I can play your game," Tristan gave her a little wink. "You know that if you continue to ignore me, and not look at me, it'll just make it that much better when you finally come to your senses and gaze upon my gorgeous self."

Silence

"You'll be so taken aback by my radiance that you won't be able to control yourself…" Tristan gave a suggestive smirk.

More silence.

"Mary, I know there's a Magdalene deep down just waiting for the chance to spring to the surface, and I'm just the one to bring her out. You'll realize just how much you want me, and I'll be happy to oblige, if you know what I mean…"

Silence.

"Okay, you know what, I'll be blunt with you. I know what goes on in that little head of yours. You fantasize about me all day. You think up dirty little things you want to do with me. Here, let me elaborate. You want to kiss me passionately in compromised positions on the bed with my hands under your shirt and yours down my—"

"OKAY! STOP! STOP! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR THAT!" Rory conceded, sighing and throwing her hands up in surrender.

Tristan smiled victoriously. "I win, which means the score is…what is the score anyway?"

"Tristan: -1000, Rory: 5000000000," Rory deadpanned.

"Uh huh, sure. And cats can sing," Tristan stated unbelievingly.

"Actually, cats can sing…in cat language. All that meowing they do at night, that's the cat's chorus practicing. Didn't you know?" Rory countered.

"No. Cats DO NOT sing. They meow. That's not singing," Tristan fought.

"It IS singing, for cats anyway. Just because you're not a cat and you can't appreciate their melodic harmonies, doesn't mean it isn't singing!" Rory emphasized.

Tristan pretended to bang his head against the steering wheel while Rory's lips turned up in a grin.

"Looks like I win that one. Tristan: -1000, Rory: 500000001," Rory recounted.

"How did I even get negative?" Tristan asked, confused. "Obviously, SOMEONE'S not playing fair. And whoever named you scorekeeper because you suck at it!"

"Well, first off, you got negative because you LOST points," Rory explained.

"But WHEN and WHERE and HOW?" Tristan interjected.

"That doesn't matter," Rory brushed him off and Tristan frowned, eyes on the road.

"Secondly, I am scorekeeper since you asked me for the score. If you can't remember, that's your problem," Rory smiled triumphantly.

"Maybe so…" Tristan couldn't argue anymore. "So what were we talking about last night? I was half asleep, and I can't remember…" Tristan changed the subject.

He doesn't remember, huh. Should I remind him? Or should I just say it was nothing? It's such a serious topic, and most of the time, we're just joking around. But relationships have to be based on trust and honesty. "I asked you who you were referring to when you told that girl you already had a girlfriend."

"Oh! Wow, my memory is shot. I must have been totally out of it," Tristan laughed. "But that's an easy question. I was obviously referring to you." Tristan became more serious, "Rory, if you don't want to just be friends, I understand."

It was Rory's turn to laugh, "Since when was just being friends okay with any guy? Tristan, I like you, too. Maybe love," Rory said, adding the last part under her breath so Tristan wouldn't hear. "I think I've made my decision. I'll call Logan when we get to Las Vegas," Rory gave a small smile. "Thanks Tristan," she whispered, leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek.

Tristan was in shock. He couldn't believe that Rory had given him a chance. Well, now that I have the chance, I better not blow it! He smiled at the small peck on the cheek Rory had given him. It was so innocent and sweet, and he hadn't been kissed on the cheek in so long. He liked the chasteness of it. He liked how Rory wasn't like other girls who threw themselves at him. Yep, she's definitely the one. Tristan leaned over to give Rory a kiss on the forehead. "No problem, Mary."

"Hey! Keep your eyes on the road! Wouldn't want to crash now would we?" Rory reprimanded playfully.

Tristan thought, well actually, I wouldn't mind. I could die right now, and I'd still be the happiest man in the world. He smiled at the thought.

Rory promptly fell asleep, and Tristan watched her peaceful form, keeping one eye on the road. God, I must be in heaven, to be graced with such an angel! Tristan couldn't help thinking.

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so another chapter over and done. How'd you all like it? Good? Bad? Average? Let me know! And I need ideas as to what's going to happen in Las Vegas tehe…

the title of this chapter is from "ticket to heaven" by three doors down. It's an awesome song :)

ooo have u all been watching Gilmore girls? I think when Emily told off Mrs. Huntzburger, it was the greatest thing ever lol yeah GO EMILY :P anyway…tell me what you think about what's going on in the show since I don't get to watch it that often due to my business. I WANT TO KNOW! Thanks guys!

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