How
come...? Disclaimer:
So,
this is the first chapter of my new Trory. I guess it's going to be
a long one, because I honestly don't know where it leads…
Plus:
I'll try to write longer chapters this time…It's just that I
always have to look up so many words…
Anyway, this is what
you need to know:
It's set in something like a different
season 4 (what a description), some things and even parts of the text
will be the same or similar, but most won't…
Luke and Lorelai
are already together ('cauz I love Java Junkies, too) and Jess and
Rory are best friends.
Dean is with Lindsay…
Tristin had moved away short after Rory went to Chilton, so they
don't really know each other.
Paris and Tristin were friends in
earlier days, but when Tristin changed into the cocky player, their
friendship broke apart ( as in the series)
I think everything else
will explain itself…
Another note: Thanks to KeitaWolf, my beta, who made this chapter at least 10 times better!
Chapter
1- the reunionThe day after his arrival, Tristin DuGrey
walked through one of the dormitories of Yale.
Of course he and
his roommates had celebrated their first night as such, so he first
thought his mind was playing a joke on him, when a familiar blonde
passed him by and headed for one of the dorms.
As
he couldn't help but follow her aggressive run, he began
blinking
and rubbing his eyes in disbelieve.
The blonde's hand
was about to reach the doorknob, when she heard someone calling her
name.
"Paris?"
The girl stopped surprised. Didn't she
know this voice? Paris turned to the side and her jaw dropped
open.
"Tristin? Tristin DuGrey?"
The guy nodded
amused.
"The one and only." He said smirking as he
approached
"Wow…It's been a while, huh?" He said running a
hand through his messy hair.
"How are you?" Tristin pulled
the blond into a short embrace as she hesitantly responded.
"I'm
fine." Paris answered smiling in confusion. Not that she didn't
appreciate the comity of their reunion - it just wasn't exactly the
way they had gone apart…
"What about you?"
Tristin gave
out a bitter laugh. He thought back to last night's party and his
aching head piped up again by knocking heavily. Too many drinks, too
little sleep- he didn't really want to answer this question. So he
just smirked running his hand through his hair once more.
"I'd never expected to meet you
here, Gellar. What happened to Harvard?"
He tried to change the
topic, but noticed at once that he shouldn't have when Paris'
face grew dark.
"Yale is an excellent university."
She
snapped crossing her arms in front of her chest, while avoiding
Tristin's gaze. Ouch, he had apparently touched a very tender
spot…
An awkward silence threatened to close in, when
suddenly the suit door in front of them was opened from the
inside.
A brunette girl stood in the doorframe, obviously
surprised by Paris' company.
"G'd mornin'." She murmured
eying the blonde guy insistently from top to bottom. Although he
seemed really underslept, he was still remarkably handsome.
Especially his deep blue eyes shone out.
Something on her mind
told her, that she was supposed to know him, but no matter how hard
she tried, she just couldn't recognize him.
She opened her
mouth to introduce herself, but shut it immediately when she saw the
expression on Paris' face and decided, that she'd better set off
to get another cup of this fantastic coffee from the Kiosk at the
library instead.
If she really already knew this guy, she'd
surely remember sometime.
"Who was that?" Tristin
questioned curiously while his eyes followed the petite girl down the
hallway.
"Rory Gilmore. She started Chilton shortly before you
went away. We're roommates now." Paris answered matter-
of-factly.
"Rory Gilmore…" Tristin repeated thoughtfully.
"How come I don't know her?" He asked both Paris and
himself the same time, wondering why he couldn't remember
her.
Paris shrugged.
"Perhaps because she's not one of
you're typical girls, DuGrey."
A smirk spread across Tristin's
face.
"Not one of my typical girls?"
"Yeah, you know, blonde either in- or outside,
most of them both."
"Ha Ha," Tristin said deadpanned.
"Very funny Paris." Tristin frowned, leaning against the wall
beside him. It seemed Paris' opinion of him was still low, but at
the moment he didn't care.
"So, what kind of girl is she
then?"
"She's smart, busy, ambitious, a bookworm, everyone
likes her…"
"An innocent Mary then?" Tristin interjected
Paris, taken aback by the fact that she talked about someone so
positively.
Paris nodded.
"You might say so…"
She
said watching Tristin's eyes drifting again in the direction Rory
had left.
"Forget it, Tristin." She warned.
"What?"
"You
know what I mean."
Tristin smirked.
"Actually, I
don't."
"Oh come on, I saw it. The look on you're face. I
haven't forgotten what it means. Don't even think about trying
it. You won't succeed."
"Try what?"
"Ah-"Paris
waved aside. "Just don't" She warned again before she
disappeared in her suite.
Shortly after Rory had returned to
her suite, there was a knock on her door. She answered it and two of
the girls, who had joined the little party that Lorelai had organized
for the girls to get to know each other the last night, were standing
outside. "Hey, you're up?" The first one, Mallory
asked.
" Yes, I'm up."
Rory smiled, delighted about
their visit.
" Aw, and you've already got coffee." The
second one, Hannah, spoke a bit crestfallen, pointing onto the coffee
mug Rory was holding in her hands.
"That's a shame, cauz' we
Lorelai'd a few places and found some good coffee."
Rory
raised an eyebrow.
"Lorelai'd?"
"Checked places out."
Mallory explained.
"Seemed like the appropriate word. We found
decent muffins, too, but I bet there's better out there." Hannah
shrugged.
"You'll Lorelai 'em another time." Rory smiled.
She was amused by the fact that her mother had been dedicated her own
verb. She couldn't wait to tell her!
"I'm sure we will.
Well, actually this coffee should be a thank you for last
night."
Mallory said raising another paper mug in the direction
of Rory's.
"Do you want it anyway?"
What a question. Of
course she wanted it. Rory quickly took the last sips of her own
coffee and nodded.
"It was a perfect first night at Yale. "
Mallory commended as she handed Rory the new mug of hot liquid.
"I
thought so."
"We're gonna go to the freshman assembly
together. Do you wanna come?"
Hannah proposed biting into a
cinnamon muffin.
Rory nodded.
"Sure. I'll just ask Paris if
she wants to come with us too - if you're OK with this… She's
acting like something bit her this morning."
Rory said and
disappeared for a few seconds into her dorm.
"Hey, we
thought we'd conveniently lose our student ID's and go take new
pictures after the assembly."
"Oh my God, I'm so with you on
that one."
Rory laughed approvingly after she came out of the
dorm with Paris.
"Cool." Hannah and Mallory said in union
making all four girls laugh.
When they were leaving the dorm, Rory
sipped her coffee with pleasure..
"Do you like it? Kiosk by the
library."
Hannah explained proudly, when she saw how much Rory
loved her present.
"I love it." Rory moaned.
"I got my
first two cups from there, too."
"Oh, you found it first! "
Hannah whined disappointedly.
"Kind of…" Rory smiled
thinking of the person who really discovered it- most likely by
testing every single place selling coffee on the whole campus.
Chuckling she took another sip. Mallory watched her astonished.
"This
is your third cup?"
She asked surprised at Rory's calmness
with so much caffeine in her system. Paris, however, simply shook her
head.
"You're so addicted, Gilmore."
Due to the
fact that they just had to walk up College Street to reach the
Woolsey Hall, where the freshmen assembly was taking place, the four
girls arrived there before most of the other students.
When they
entered the huge building, they gasped astonished by the overwhelming
sight.
Although Rory had read a lot about the hall,- amongst other
things, for example that it was built in 1901 and seated 2,700
students, she had never imagined it to be this big inside!
tThe big organ at the other end of the hall which had an enormous
effect on the space, made the room marvellous. If she had had to
guess its height, Rory would have said, it was at least ten times as
tall as her!
Deciding, that they'd probably have the best view
from the free seats on the balcony the girls went upstairs. They sat
down on the puce wood and watched the hall gradually filling.
At about ten o'clock the assembly
was introduced by the organ playing Bach's 29th Cadana.
Afterwards the addresses of the university's president and dean
followed.
Bored by the bulk of stirring words on the alas, so
stately occasion, Tristin DuGrey found himself staring at the back of
the brunette girl two rows beneath his.
Her smooth hair was tight
up to a high ponytail, like it had been yet when he met her earlier
this morning and it had a silky shine, which wandered slowly with the
slight moves of her head.
Although he could have gotten lost in
studying the details, Tristin could neither help it, nor explain why,
but his eyes consistently returned to her ear. It fascinated him
somehow…
After the freshman assembly
had ended, Rory went back down the balcony stairs. Right when she was
about to take the last step, someone suddenly bumped into her.
She
tripped and nearly fell, but retrieved her balance just in time, when
a hand caught her arm.
Rory turned around to see to whom it
belonged to and found herself facing the same guy who had had been
talking to Paris earlier.
He let go of her arm and ran a hand
through his hair, before sending Rory a charming smile.
"Sorry.
I didn't mean to bump into you…Are you okay?" He
apologized.
Rory nodded.
"I'm alright, thanks."
"Well,
fine then."
The blonde said going through his hair again and
Rory knew at once, that his hair wasn't messy, because he was to
lazy to comb it.
He thoughtfully nipped his eyes together.
"Don't
we know each other?"
"We met, when you were talking to Paris
this morning…"
"Yeah, yeah - uhm, no. I mean from former
times…You went to Chilton, too, right?"
Tristin cleverly used
the facts Paris had delivered him. Rory nodded
approvingly.
"Absolutely. I'm-"she wanted to introduce
herself, but Tristin cut her off.
"No, let me guess…You're
Mary!"
Rory shook her head.
"Close. It's Rory."
"Rory?"
Tristin asked doubtfully.
Rory noticed that his eyes drifted away
from her.
"No." He spoke still staring over her head.
"I
think it was Mary." He smirked to her, and it seemed to
Rory, someone else at the same time. She shook her head, but before
she could protest, he left.
"What the hell was this about?"
Rory thought out loud.
"That was about Tristin DuGrey doing
exactly the opposite of what I advised him to."
Paris grumbled
appearing by Rory's side. She had watched the scene, which of
course had started by pure chance.
"But I'm afraid I
just willed him on."
Rory gave her a questioning look.
"Aha,
I see." She muttered even more
confused.
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That's
it! The first chapter…
Please take time to review, because I
took so much time for researching for- and working on it.
Plus: I
really think it's worth it :lol:
So- tell me what you
think!
(and if you have any better suggestions for the story
title…)
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