AU- Rory and Tristan grew up together, living side by side all of their lives.
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Deer
It was the usual chilly winter morning in the streets of Hartford and Rory shivered as the cold rushed past her face. There was nothing worse than having your car in the auto shop because you got hit by a dear- twice! Of course, Rory would never tell her friends that her car was demolished by said dear, but it was very true.
And to top the day off- her mother left for work early and her father was away on a business trip.
Rory wasn't big on asking any one for favors, so she got prepared to take a long and excruciating bus ride. Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it, a car pulled up beside her.
"Mary," his sly tone was evident, and he let his eyes wander over her body, "need a ride?"
"No, I'm fine," she scoffed, turning away.
"The bus takes too long; you'll be late for class…"
"I rather be late than ride anywhere with you Tristan."
He laid a palm over his chest- mock hurt forming on his face, "you pain me Mary."
She sighed, and opened his passenger car door. The truth was she really didn't want to be late for school- she was never late for school and wasn't prepared for it to happen now.
"Just shut up and drive," she swatted his hand away that just happened to fall right back into place on her lap.
Her eyes rolled with ease, and she turned the radio on uncomfortably.
"You can't stay mad at me forever…"
"Watch me," she hissed, and again, swatted his hand away.
"I don't even know why you're mad at me to be honest," he sighed, resigning his hand to a spot on the steering wheel.
She shook her head, obviously not wanting to respond, and continued messing with the buttons on the radio.
The rest of the drive was silent as they approached the school. Rory looked up at him, and he knew what she wanted.
He pulled over at the side of the curb where no one was and let her out. She whispered thanks before fleeing as he waved her off and continued toward the school parking lot.
The idea had always been for them not to be seen in public together…
Rory made her way into school, receiving the usual amounts of winks and hugs from various guys. Her eyes searched for her friends as she walked through the crowded hall ways.
"Rory," her friend Madeline greeted, hugging her tightly.
"Hey Madeline, where are the girls?" Rory asked arching her eyebrow.
"Give me that," Paris whined, chasing Louise around.
"No," Louise said, laughing uncontrollably.
Paris crossed her arms to her chest, "you know, if you show any one that I'll tell everyone you made out with David O'Connor."
Louise paled visibly and put her hand over her mouth, "you wouldn't."
"Try me," Paris glared, reaching for the picture.
"I want to see," Rory giggled, snatching the picture away from Louise.
It was a picture of Paris dressed like a boy, sporting what looked like a Mohawk.
Priceless
"This is too funny," Rory handed the picture over to Madeline, who laughed too.
Paris just turned away, a crimson blush set upon her cheeks.
"Aw, Paris come back," Rory tried, but the laughter never stopped, "we're only kidding."
Louise rolled her eyes, "she's so dramatic."
Rory turned serious, "go talk to her."
The girl shrugged slightly, and nodded her head. "Yeah, I'll be back."
Madeline just smiled, "here goes another normal day at Chilton prep."
Rory agreed before heading over to her locker.
It was stuck- as per usual.
And Tristan helped- as per usual.
"Cant you go away?" She sighed, and rummaged through her belongings.
"Not until you tell me what's wrong…"
"I don't want to have this conversation now," she protested, shutting her locker.
"You can't resist me Mary," he whispered sexily, "haven't you learned by now?"
The halls were practically empty, and Tristan took this as an advantage. He slid his arm around her tiny waist and placed butterfly kisses along her neck.
"Stop," she groaned, and pushed him away, disappearing down the long halls.
He sighed, and sauntered off to his class…
Done
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