AU- Rory and Tristan grew up together, living side by side all of their lives.
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AN: I know I'm horrible at this, but believe me this time- within the next month I'm going to finish all of my unfinished stories…or at least the Gilmore Girl kind. Lol… hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Rubbish
Rory contemplated being angry with her so called best friend, and she also dabbled with acting out on said anger, but it didn't take long for the contemplation to go amidst and for her to jump into the open arms of Tristan.
"I'm happy to see you too," was his cocky remark as he wrapped his arms tightly around her small frame.
She let herself enjoy the feel of his body against hers, and closed her eyes for a second or two. It only took the feel of his fingers trailing lightly down her back to make reality hit her square in the face. When she pulled away from him she did it very slow and deliberately, locking her blue eyes with his green.
"What are you doing here?"
His eyebrows furrowed at her question, "I came to vacation with my best friend, something that we do every year I might add."
"But I didn't invite you," the words fell from her lips before she could catch them, and she felt a blush creep up her cheeks.
His heart stung…that was the only way he could explain the pain he was feeling. "I didn't know I had to be invited," he shifted his weight and lifted himself out of the Jacuzzi, "in that case- I'm sorry to bother you."
Millions of thoughts swam throw her mind and she fought with herself because she knew she had a right to be angry but then was it honestly right to be angry? She didn't know, but what she did know was that he was still her best friend. "Tristan, wait."
He turned around but didn't move or speak.
She reached out and took hold of his ankle, forcing a smile to cover her lips. "Please, I'm sorry- just a little wound up from the flight is all."
The girl, Lorelai leigh Gilmore- Rory or his 'Mary', grew up with him from when they wore diapers and sucked on pacifiers. They built a club house- high in a tree at the age of ten, and still use it at the age of eighteen. They climb through each others window and have been sleeping in the same bed almost every night for seven years and never kept secrets from each other. He knew what her real favorite colors was, the first time she got her period (gross), vices and she had a lot of them, what made her cry, what made her laugh, and all of the names of her allergy medicine. So he obviously knew when she was lying…and this was one of those few times. Although he wanted to call her out on her bluff he honestly didn't feel like talking about the situation at hand- so instead he gave her a soft nod.
"I have to finish un-packing, and get dressed for dinner," he noticed her sulk and smiled. "There's always later for the Jacuzzi Rory and besides your beautiful mother a.k.a the woman of my dreams and my future wife invited me."
She watched him turn away, and bit her bottom lip, "but…"
He turned back, throwing a smirk over his shoulders and called out "Oh, I forgot to mention that she said you better be ready for dinner in thirty… and something about wearing the cute little poke dot dress with the green bow that your grandmother bought you."
"Asshole," she muttered and sank into the hot water again.
Meanwhile…
"Chris what is the actual reason why you're here?" Paris shifted in her seat, folding and unfolding her legs every ten seconds.
Chris reached over and placed a hand on her thigh, "can you please stop being so nervous?"
As she was about to yell at his stupid comment that laced every ounce of truth he held his hands in the air. "I wasn't trying to be rude, but I can just tell you're nervous around me," he watched her settle just a tad bit and added, "Really it's no big deal. Just trying to let you know you have nothing to be nervous about."
"Ok." It was the only thing she could think about as she realized his hand was still on her thigh, which seemed to warm a few billion degrees.
"The reason I came over is because I wanted to apologize…"
She shook her head, and pushed his hand away. "Apologize?"
"Why do you seem so angry?"
Standing up, she placed a hand on her hip and hissed, "What do you have to be sorry about?"
Now he was very confused as he watched her walk over to her window and stand in silence…
Silence that lasted about twenty seconds…if that.
"It's all a bunch of rubbish!"
A small pain shot through his heart, but he listened as she continued, "I should be the one who's sorry… I ditch you, I'm mean to you- yell at you and act like a snotty bitch. I taunt you, I leave you hanging, and I yell at you because you apologize like the nice guy you are." She said all of this in a annoyed voice, but still stood facing the window.
A small smiled crawled over his lips as he let her words sink in.
"I mean you are like the nicest guy to me and sometimes I just feel like torturing you- I mine as well shove your freaking head through a wall because that's how mean I speak to you. I'm just about the smartest woman I know, maybe person I know, but I know nothing about this…" her words trailed off as she felt a hand graze her back bone.
He watched a few tears escape from her eyes and frowned. "What is this?" he asked, bringing a finger up to wipe the tears that began to cascade down her cheeks.
She wanted to back away from his touch but it's something she couldn't do. "I… I…"
"Are you saying that you like me Paris Gellar?" his smirk was far from subtle.
Eyebrows furrowing and crossing her arms to her chest, she hissed "this is not a game Chris nor is it something to be made fun of."
He put a finger to her lips and moved closer to her, "Gellar, I've been waiting for two years to do this…"
Then it happened…
Paris Gellar had her first real kiss and it was nothing less than magical.
As his soft lips abandoned the warm kiss her eyes fluttered open to a smiling Chris. "I like you too Gellar."
"Mom," Rory whined, running her hand down her face for exaggeration, "tell me again why you invited Tristan Dugrey to dinner tonight?"
"Because he's your best friend…" Lorelai answered simply.
"And?"
"And I love him very much."
"Why?"
"Because he's a good kid."
"And?"
"And he's your best friend!"
"AND?"
"And he looks very sexy in a tuxedo, which he will be wearing tonight."
"Sick!"
"What? I cant speak the truth?"
"You're speaking of an eighteen year old boy."
"Legal. I like it."
"Sick!"
"Honest!"
"Child Molestor!"
"Neglector!"
"How in the world am I a neglector?"
"Because you're neglecting your super fine hunk of a best friend just because you're angry with him."
"That is not true!"
"Which part? The angry part? Because I sure the hell know you are not talking about the super duper mega fine hunk of a best friend part."
Rory sighed, knowing she would not win the argument with an older- more perverted version of herself. "Whatever, but can we just get this over with," she pointed a finger at her mother, "and no questions about Asia."
"How about you?"
"No questions about me."
"Girls?"
"No questions about girls!"
"Sex?"
"What? Doesn't that have to involve a girl?"
"well…no."
"gross."
"Okay, sex it is then."
"No questions about anything!"
"Rory," Lorelai shook her head in horror, "what would we talk about then?"
"I don't know…the food."
"Boring…"
"Since when is food boring to you?"
"When we're talking about it instead of eating it."
"Woman!"
"Girl!"
"Ugh," she threw her hands in the air, and pulled her own hair, "fine!!"
"Fine to what?" Lorelai continued with a grin, "the sex questions?"
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