Disclaimer: Sadly, I own nothing . . . .
Authors note: This is slightly AU. Rory is in her final year at Chilton, as
is Tristan. However, the two are not in any of each others classes, and
therefore have never met before. All other things are basically the same.
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". . .Money is human happiness in the abstract: he, then, who is no longer capable of enjoying human happiness in the concrete devotes his heart entirely to money. . ."
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The music was almost deafening when the base blasted out of his SPL 4 x 6 in 2 way speakers. He ran his hand through his gelled hair that had been temporarily lightened by the suns festive rays, the rearview mirror situated so that it was directed at himself rather than the stretch of freeway behind him. His lips danced with a self-admiring smile as he shot himself a wink and reached over to turn the volume up yet another notch, his silver Cartier watch catching a glint of sun. His hair was riffled by the wind, adding a care-free quality to his boyish good looks; he was going well over the speed limit but he enjoyed the exhilarating feeling it gave him.
One hand rested at the top of the steering wheel as the other lightly controlled the clutch, his head bouncing slightly to the beat of the rap music that blared from the vehicle. The top was down on his sleek black 2002 Mercedes-Benz SLK that he had recently received from "Daddy" for his seventeenth birthday.
When he had strutted down the steps of Chilton that day and saw his beauty sitting in the parking lot, finished off with a vast red bow tied around it, he couldn't help the smile that took over his chiseled face. He was now the most adored and hated guy at the prestigious private school; all the girls wanted a ride in the flashy car, and all the guys scoffed at it.
He removed the CD that had been playing and replaced it with the newest DMX album he had received as a gift from his latest conquest; Alison MacIntyre. Blonde hair, green eyes, and legs that went on forever. He smirked as he remembered the events that had taken place previous nights ago in his very car. Alison was definitely an eager girl, hands down. He wasn't complaining though. . . it had been the highlight of his week. Was he a player? Yes, and he enjoyed the game thoroughly. He refused to change himself for anyone.
He was through with her now. . . she didn't know this information yet, but she would eventually get the hint when he avoided her calls. Maybe he would 'accidentally' bump into her somewhere with another girl that he would most- likely drop before a weeks time was up. His theory was love 'em and leave 'em. Who wanted to be tied down to just one girl when there were so many luscious offers out there? The girls were drawn to him like a bee to honey; they all wanted him as their next trophy boyfriend that they could show off to their elite friends.. They lavished him, bought him expensive gifts, and were great eye candy for him to have on his arm.
He was intent on finding his newest conquest today at the club. He wanted to find someone who would challenge him, someone who would play hard to get, but when he finally 'got', it would be well worth the wait. He smiled wickedly. Yes, today he would find himself his next new prey.
'Tristan DuGray,' he thought to himself as he carelessly pulled into the closest parking spot he could find at the Hartford Country Club, 'You are God.'
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"I can't believe my mother is dragging us here," Lorelai expressed as she pulled into the furthest parking spot she could find. "I don't want to park too close to the club, their snobbery might rub off onto our pretty jeep."
Rory rolled her eyes. "Great. Not only to we have to go to this party, but now we have to walk a mile to get to it."
"Who does my mother think she is, saying it would be rude of me not to come? Do I even know this Hilary girl? I do not have the slightest clue who she is, not one single memory, but apparently we were close friends in high school. That is, until I got knocked up." Lorelai sighed as her and Rory made their way to the club at the slowest pace possible. "What do I care if she's getting engaged?"
"Mom," Rory began, shrugging her shoulders and shielding her eyes from the sun. "Just remember that this gets us out of going to dinner this Friday night."
A small smile appeared on her mothers lips. "Amen, sister-friend."
The two girls paused outside of the double doors leading into the social standing landmark and the mystery woman's engagement party. The air smelled of freshly cut grass and wild flowers. "Ready?"
Rory nodded, linking her arm through Lorelai's. "Sure."
Lorelai opened the door and they walked down the hall until they found a conference room that had been arranged and decorated to accommodate the colossal number of guests. Their ears were immediately hit with high pitched squeals as ladies looked at the bride-to-be's valuable ring, talk of summer homes, and information of children attending Ivy League schools.
"You know, that will be me someday, talking about how proud I am of you for getting into Harvard or Yale. Of course, I won't sound like I have a stick shoved up my---"
"Lorelai, Rory!" Emily interrupted the two and placed her hand on Lorelai's shoulder. "I'm so delighted the two of you came."
"Yes, of course we came Mom; you never really gave us an choice, did you?" Lorelai said, letting out a hesitant laugh.
"Of course I gave you a choice, I don't control you Lorelai, nor do I control Rory. You two came on your own free will," Emily huffed.
"Okay, Pinocchio," Lorelai said, turning to Rory and putting her arm around her shoulder. "What do you say we find the food table and hide out there for the rest of this shindig?"
"You most certainly will not," Emily intervened, her expression cross. "There are some people I would like you to meet, and I would appreciate if you would be polite and manage to keep your crude street jokes to yourself."
Lorelai forced a smile, and through gritted teeth, she replied, "Okay, Mother. Congratulations, Hilary," she said, smiling politely as her 'old- time friend' passed by. Hilary smiled graciously and continued walking. Leaning down so only Rory could hear, she muttered, "I couldn't pick her out of a line up."
Rory laughed lightly, and then turned to Emily. "Actually, Grandma, I was hoping to take a walk through the gardens they have here. I hear they are really beautiful this time of year and I would like to take a look for myself, if you don't mind. I won't be long, just a few minutes."
Emily smiled. "Of course Rory, the gardens here are lovely, but hurry back. Lorelai, don't think you're getting away that easily," she said, noticing the excited look on her daughter's face as she contemplated her escape. "I'd like you to come with me, please."
"But I---"
"Lorelai." Her voice was stern and final.
Rory laughed inwardly as Lorelai stuck out her tongue while Emily dragged her by the arm across the room. She left the conference room and headed outside to the broad patio where she breathed out a sigh of relief to be away from all of the commotion. She turned her gaze towards the lushly planted park and allowed herself to be relaxed by the calming and peaceful atmosphere it presented. She leaned against the wooden railing for support and noted the exquisite ornate fountains, ethereal turquoise blue, yellow, and green Moorish tiles and the shady gazebo. Casting her glance in the direction of the parking lot, she squinted her eyes in effort to make out their lonely jeep.
A low, masculine voice spoke softly in her ear. "You admiring my car?"
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Tristan sat back on the patio, off to the side in the shade where he couldn't be seen. He wanted to be able to see all of his choices in detail before they had a chance to see him first and stake their claim.
He sipped on his iced tea and judged each eligible looking girl as they walked by. 'Too tall. . . too mousy. . . too. . . too. . . well, just not right. . . too butch. . .'
He caught sight of a brunette walking out of the main hall and onto the patio. The sun glistened off her chestnut hair as she walked and he watched intently as she leaned herself against the patio railing. She wasn't the most elegant or classy looking girl, but she certainly was beautiful. She wore a white skirt that in his opinion, certainly didn't show enough skin, and a tastefully low-cut - but not low enough - blue tank top. She had a body that caused his senses to kick into overdrive and he immediately began to picture all the things he wanted to do to it.
Tristan gulped down the rest of his iced tea in efforts to cool himself down; this was her, no questions asked. His newest catch, his flavor of the month. She would be perfect, and if she didn't see it now, he would make her see soon enough.
Licking his lips, he weaned his way through the outdoor tables and chairs until he was just inches away from her. . . so close that he could smell the scent of her apple shampoo. He leaned just a little closer until his lips were millimeters away from her ear. "You admiring my car?"
The girl gasped and quickly turned around. Tristan used this situation to his advantage and placed his arms on either side of her, trapping her between him and the railing. He smiled at her and removed the sunglasses from his eyes to the top of his head. "She's a beauty, huh?"
Rory shrugged and blushed. "I really don't know much about cars, but uh, 'she' certainly is nice. Uhm, very shiny."
Tristan laughed to himself. 'Very shiny?' He thought, 'she sounds like a ditz. This will be easier than I thought.' "The name's Tristan DuGray. I'd be happy to take you for a ride sometime if you'd like."
Rory shifted uncomfortably at their close proximity and at how strongly this stranger was coming on to her. "Oh, well. . . I'm not from around here, Tristan, I'm just here with my mom."
"I can give you a ride home. Where do you live?"
'He certainly is persistent.' "Um, Stars Hollow. I really should get back," Rory said, ducking under his arm and heading up the steps to the doors.
"Wait," Tristan said, grabbing her elbow lightly. "What's your name?"
"Lorelai." Rory replied cautiously. "Well, bye."
As she disappeared through then mahogany doors, Tristan smirked. He had a feeling he would be seeing Lorelai again soon, and although she wasn't eager now, he was positive that soon enough, she would be putty in his hands.
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So, what did you think? Review and please let me know whether you liked it, hated it, or whatever. I like to hear constructive criticism, but please be tasteful. I'm just trying this out because the idea just came to me.
See the purple review button? Wow, isn't it pretty? Click it, you know you waaaannna.... :)
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". . .Money is human happiness in the abstract: he, then, who is no longer capable of enjoying human happiness in the concrete devotes his heart entirely to money. . ."
* * * * *
The music was almost deafening when the base blasted out of his SPL 4 x 6 in 2 way speakers. He ran his hand through his gelled hair that had been temporarily lightened by the suns festive rays, the rearview mirror situated so that it was directed at himself rather than the stretch of freeway behind him. His lips danced with a self-admiring smile as he shot himself a wink and reached over to turn the volume up yet another notch, his silver Cartier watch catching a glint of sun. His hair was riffled by the wind, adding a care-free quality to his boyish good looks; he was going well over the speed limit but he enjoyed the exhilarating feeling it gave him.
One hand rested at the top of the steering wheel as the other lightly controlled the clutch, his head bouncing slightly to the beat of the rap music that blared from the vehicle. The top was down on his sleek black 2002 Mercedes-Benz SLK that he had recently received from "Daddy" for his seventeenth birthday.
When he had strutted down the steps of Chilton that day and saw his beauty sitting in the parking lot, finished off with a vast red bow tied around it, he couldn't help the smile that took over his chiseled face. He was now the most adored and hated guy at the prestigious private school; all the girls wanted a ride in the flashy car, and all the guys scoffed at it.
He removed the CD that had been playing and replaced it with the newest DMX album he had received as a gift from his latest conquest; Alison MacIntyre. Blonde hair, green eyes, and legs that went on forever. He smirked as he remembered the events that had taken place previous nights ago in his very car. Alison was definitely an eager girl, hands down. He wasn't complaining though. . . it had been the highlight of his week. Was he a player? Yes, and he enjoyed the game thoroughly. He refused to change himself for anyone.
He was through with her now. . . she didn't know this information yet, but she would eventually get the hint when he avoided her calls. Maybe he would 'accidentally' bump into her somewhere with another girl that he would most- likely drop before a weeks time was up. His theory was love 'em and leave 'em. Who wanted to be tied down to just one girl when there were so many luscious offers out there? The girls were drawn to him like a bee to honey; they all wanted him as their next trophy boyfriend that they could show off to their elite friends.. They lavished him, bought him expensive gifts, and were great eye candy for him to have on his arm.
He was intent on finding his newest conquest today at the club. He wanted to find someone who would challenge him, someone who would play hard to get, but when he finally 'got', it would be well worth the wait. He smiled wickedly. Yes, today he would find himself his next new prey.
'Tristan DuGray,' he thought to himself as he carelessly pulled into the closest parking spot he could find at the Hartford Country Club, 'You are God.'
* * * * *
"I can't believe my mother is dragging us here," Lorelai expressed as she pulled into the furthest parking spot she could find. "I don't want to park too close to the club, their snobbery might rub off onto our pretty jeep."
Rory rolled her eyes. "Great. Not only to we have to go to this party, but now we have to walk a mile to get to it."
"Who does my mother think she is, saying it would be rude of me not to come? Do I even know this Hilary girl? I do not have the slightest clue who she is, not one single memory, but apparently we were close friends in high school. That is, until I got knocked up." Lorelai sighed as her and Rory made their way to the club at the slowest pace possible. "What do I care if she's getting engaged?"
"Mom," Rory began, shrugging her shoulders and shielding her eyes from the sun. "Just remember that this gets us out of going to dinner this Friday night."
A small smile appeared on her mothers lips. "Amen, sister-friend."
The two girls paused outside of the double doors leading into the social standing landmark and the mystery woman's engagement party. The air smelled of freshly cut grass and wild flowers. "Ready?"
Rory nodded, linking her arm through Lorelai's. "Sure."
Lorelai opened the door and they walked down the hall until they found a conference room that had been arranged and decorated to accommodate the colossal number of guests. Their ears were immediately hit with high pitched squeals as ladies looked at the bride-to-be's valuable ring, talk of summer homes, and information of children attending Ivy League schools.
"You know, that will be me someday, talking about how proud I am of you for getting into Harvard or Yale. Of course, I won't sound like I have a stick shoved up my---"
"Lorelai, Rory!" Emily interrupted the two and placed her hand on Lorelai's shoulder. "I'm so delighted the two of you came."
"Yes, of course we came Mom; you never really gave us an choice, did you?" Lorelai said, letting out a hesitant laugh.
"Of course I gave you a choice, I don't control you Lorelai, nor do I control Rory. You two came on your own free will," Emily huffed.
"Okay, Pinocchio," Lorelai said, turning to Rory and putting her arm around her shoulder. "What do you say we find the food table and hide out there for the rest of this shindig?"
"You most certainly will not," Emily intervened, her expression cross. "There are some people I would like you to meet, and I would appreciate if you would be polite and manage to keep your crude street jokes to yourself."
Lorelai forced a smile, and through gritted teeth, she replied, "Okay, Mother. Congratulations, Hilary," she said, smiling politely as her 'old- time friend' passed by. Hilary smiled graciously and continued walking. Leaning down so only Rory could hear, she muttered, "I couldn't pick her out of a line up."
Rory laughed lightly, and then turned to Emily. "Actually, Grandma, I was hoping to take a walk through the gardens they have here. I hear they are really beautiful this time of year and I would like to take a look for myself, if you don't mind. I won't be long, just a few minutes."
Emily smiled. "Of course Rory, the gardens here are lovely, but hurry back. Lorelai, don't think you're getting away that easily," she said, noticing the excited look on her daughter's face as she contemplated her escape. "I'd like you to come with me, please."
"But I---"
"Lorelai." Her voice was stern and final.
Rory laughed inwardly as Lorelai stuck out her tongue while Emily dragged her by the arm across the room. She left the conference room and headed outside to the broad patio where she breathed out a sigh of relief to be away from all of the commotion. She turned her gaze towards the lushly planted park and allowed herself to be relaxed by the calming and peaceful atmosphere it presented. She leaned against the wooden railing for support and noted the exquisite ornate fountains, ethereal turquoise blue, yellow, and green Moorish tiles and the shady gazebo. Casting her glance in the direction of the parking lot, she squinted her eyes in effort to make out their lonely jeep.
A low, masculine voice spoke softly in her ear. "You admiring my car?"
* * * * *
Tristan sat back on the patio, off to the side in the shade where he couldn't be seen. He wanted to be able to see all of his choices in detail before they had a chance to see him first and stake their claim.
He sipped on his iced tea and judged each eligible looking girl as they walked by. 'Too tall. . . too mousy. . . too. . . too. . . well, just not right. . . too butch. . .'
He caught sight of a brunette walking out of the main hall and onto the patio. The sun glistened off her chestnut hair as she walked and he watched intently as she leaned herself against the patio railing. She wasn't the most elegant or classy looking girl, but she certainly was beautiful. She wore a white skirt that in his opinion, certainly didn't show enough skin, and a tastefully low-cut - but not low enough - blue tank top. She had a body that caused his senses to kick into overdrive and he immediately began to picture all the things he wanted to do to it.
Tristan gulped down the rest of his iced tea in efforts to cool himself down; this was her, no questions asked. His newest catch, his flavor of the month. She would be perfect, and if she didn't see it now, he would make her see soon enough.
Licking his lips, he weaned his way through the outdoor tables and chairs until he was just inches away from her. . . so close that he could smell the scent of her apple shampoo. He leaned just a little closer until his lips were millimeters away from her ear. "You admiring my car?"
The girl gasped and quickly turned around. Tristan used this situation to his advantage and placed his arms on either side of her, trapping her between him and the railing. He smiled at her and removed the sunglasses from his eyes to the top of his head. "She's a beauty, huh?"
Rory shrugged and blushed. "I really don't know much about cars, but uh, 'she' certainly is nice. Uhm, very shiny."
Tristan laughed to himself. 'Very shiny?' He thought, 'she sounds like a ditz. This will be easier than I thought.' "The name's Tristan DuGray. I'd be happy to take you for a ride sometime if you'd like."
Rory shifted uncomfortably at their close proximity and at how strongly this stranger was coming on to her. "Oh, well. . . I'm not from around here, Tristan, I'm just here with my mom."
"I can give you a ride home. Where do you live?"
'He certainly is persistent.' "Um, Stars Hollow. I really should get back," Rory said, ducking under his arm and heading up the steps to the doors.
"Wait," Tristan said, grabbing her elbow lightly. "What's your name?"
"Lorelai." Rory replied cautiously. "Well, bye."
As she disappeared through then mahogany doors, Tristan smirked. He had a feeling he would be seeing Lorelai again soon, and although she wasn't eager now, he was positive that soon enough, she would be putty in his hands.
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So, what did you think? Review and please let me know whether you liked it, hated it, or whatever. I like to hear constructive criticism, but please be tasteful. I'm just trying this out because the idea just came to me.
See the purple review button? Wow, isn't it pretty? Click it, you know you waaaannna.... :)