I have a paper to write, that's due in two days, that I haven't started it. And I'm doing this. Oh boy.

Disclaimer: Same as the previous chapters.. durr.

And if you think I should change something, let me know! I like new ideas!

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'So she made a speech last night. Apparently it had something to do with not being able to get feelings across even though she really really wanted to tell the person. And Dean had thought it had been about him. And when she shot down that idea, Dean said it had been about me. I would like nothing more than to know that she was actually talking about me, knowing that she had feelings for me but didn't know what to do about them. I'll just have to take things into my own hands. But she hadn't actually said it was about me. Mary didn't say Yes, Dean! I was talking about Tristan! Duh! She had said So what if I was? So she could have just been trying to get a rise out of him, and damn, it worked. When did I become such a girl! Get a grip, DuGrey.' Tristan looked over at Rory, and noticed that she was as into her thoughts as he was.

'Fuck! Why did Dean have to show up at Chilton! I never once looked at him last night, or said his name. Why did he have to ruin my moment with Tristan! Was that really a moment? He probably won't want to go with me to the concert because of all this drama. Damn you, Dean! And how could he let it out that I had said all those things last night, and the fact that I had said them about Tristan. Maybe he didn't hear. He did stay back for most of the fight, so maybe he didn't hear when Dean brought it all up. And I didn't exactly say it was about Tristan, so maybe I still have a way out. But why would you want a way out, Gilmore? You could be with Tristan because of this… But that doesn't mean that he wants me too. And why am I explaining myself to myself! I should know what I want, shouldn't I? Ugh this is getting too confusing. Well, at least he wasn't at the town meeting last night. At least I don't think he was there. I didn't see them. Wait, why would he be at a town meeting? He wouldn't. Phew. And why is he looking at me like that, with that amused smirk on his face. The cocky, arrogant, annoying, don't forget wonderful and extremely cute, smirk.' Rory was unknowingly wringing her now very purple wrists and Tristan noticed.

"Holy shit, Ror! Why didn't you say he hurt you?!"

"Huh? Oh… You mean this," she realized, holding up her wrists. "Well, I kind of forgot. You know, going with the moment, all the adrenaline and anger. I didn't notice until you said something. It's not as bad as it looks…" she sighed. And it suddenly hit her where they were headed. "We can't go to my grandparents! Look at me! They'll ask what happened, and I don't want to talk about it with them! They won't understand! Tristan!"

"Well, where do you want to go, Ror? I can take you to Stars Hallow… But I bet Dean's there and I don't want you getting into another round with him."

"Yeah, and I don't want to face everyone, including mom. I just can't yet. But I do need an outfit for the concert seeing as I didn't pack for that, and I could really use some of Luke's coffee. You don't mind do you?"

'Anything for you.' "Whatever you say, Mary," Tristan smirked as Rory smiled at the nickname she once despised.

Rory flipped open her cell phone and called the only person she totally trusted and confided in at the moment. "Luke's."

"Hey Luke! It's Rory! I need a favor." His face lit up when he heard her voice, and then quickly noticed everyone around him, including her mother. He obviously couldn't talk to Rory out in the open.

"Hold on a sec, everyone's down here so I'm going to call you back upstairs. Just give me a minute to escape," Luke whispered not wanting Lorelai to figure out that he had her daughter on the phone. Luke hung up, refilled Lorelai's coffee and told Cesar to watch the diner while he was upstairs.

Her phone rang seconds later and Luke was eager to find out what she needed. He loved being the person she turned to, that she trusted him that much, even though he felt huge pangs of guilt whenever he saw Lorelai. "So whatcha need, kid?"

"Well, Dean showed up at Chilton and we had it out. And I really really really need some of your coffee."

"I am going to kill him! I should have told him to stay away this morning, instead of only saying you weren't home. I'm sorry, Ror. I could have prevented it."

"No Luke. He was going to come. He really thought I was talking about him last night." Tristan's ears perked up again hoping that he'd get some clues as to what happened last night.

"But you were talking about Tristan."

"I know. And he was right there when Dean and I had our Royal Rumble. And he's here right now, driving me to Stars Hallow."

Luke got the hint, not to ask her anything that would cause Tristan to overhear snippets of what had happened, not until she had the chance to explain it on her own terms. "Got it. And how are you going to avoid the whole town? You do realize where you are heading."

"Well, that's where you come in Luke. We're stopping at the house first, so can you make sure Mom and Babette are nowhere near the house? I can't deal with them. I forgot a few things, and I just want to make a quick stop in and out. And then we're going to come around back, and I'll come in the back door of the diner. I'm going to get a burger and fries. Do you want anything Tristan?" Luke couldn't hear what Tristan said but Rory ordered him the same. "And lots and lots of coffee please! I probably won't see you for a few days, so could you give me a can too? Please? You know I can't live without your coffee."

"Of course, Rory. But don't tell your mother!" He knew that was the wrong thing to say and reprimanded himself after letting it slip. "I'm sorry, Rory. It slipped. I wasn't thinking."

"No problem, Luke," she tried to say with a smile but it didn't reach her voice, and he could tell. "We'll see you soon. I'll call the diner again when I'm in the back. Thank you so much Luke. Love you!" Rory added as she closed the phone. It was the first time she had ever told Luke that she loved him, but it was the truth and she had no reason to deny it. He was like her father, in her eyes he was. Luke was deeply touched, and returned the feelings ten fold.

Tristan and Rory didn't say anything to each other the rest of the way to Stars Hallow, and when the got to her house, he just turned off the car and sat there as she ran inside hoping no one saw her. Tristan didn't know if he should go inside or not, but decided he wanted to see what she called home.

He knew she was going to go into her room to change, so he didn't dare go in there, not wanting to ruin what the little trust they had. He studied all the pictures on the mantle and wished his childhood had been so many happy moments. Every picture had Rory and Lorelai with huge smiles, obviously laughing at something or having a blast together. They looked like best friends, and if she couldn't confront her mom about whatever happened last night it must be something really big and he shouldn't pry. 'Yeah, that's right, Tristan. Let her come to you.'

Just then Rory walked out of her room wearing a blonde wig, dark jeans and a dark blue tee shirt, with sunglasses to match. She was clutching her uniform and another outfit, that he assumed would be for the concert later that night. Tristan couldn't help but smirk and the sight before him.

"I can't let anyone recognize me! Stop looking at me like that!" She squealed while grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the house. "We better get going before someone sees! And put these on!" Rory handed Tristan his baseball hat from the backseat and his aviators from the glove compartment. She directed him to Luke's and had him park in the back while she went inside for the food. "Take off your blazer, and put on a different shirt. You stick out like a sore thumb," she laughed while calling Luke and opening the delivery door in her get up.

"Luke's."

"Hey, I'm in the storage room. Be discreet please!"

"Alright, George. I'll be out back in a minute! Keep your pants on!" Rory couldn't stifle her laughter with Luke's fake attitude. It was too perfect.

Luke checked the order in the box before bringing it out to Rory. Two burgers and fries, four coffees to go, and a can to hold her over until she returns. Luke was acting like he was bringing something out to his delivery guy, and not even Lorelai noticed the charade. 'Wow, I'm a good actor. I'll keep that in mind for the future.'

When Luke walked into the storage room, he almost dropped the box when he buckled over laughing uncontrollably at the sight of Rory. "I look that bad?" She asked self-consciously while smoothing the wig that covered her head.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha! Its not that, it just reminded me of last summer when you guys did that skit at the talent show during the Summer Solstice Festival. You sung that song, by that girl group. And danced. That was the funniest thing I had ever seen, and well, that wig. HAHAHAHAHA!" Luke couldn't stop laughing and was wiping the tears from his eyes with his free hand.

"Well, I'm glad I could add some humor into your day. And I was Baby Spice, from the Spice Girls. We sang 'Wannabe'. We were going to do another song this year, but I don't know if I can if that is how you're going to react, Luke! Lane and mom will be so disappointed," she said with a pout very soon followed by a huge smile. "We were actually going to ask you to join us. And since you enjoy it so much, I'll be sure to let them know you're definitely in. And we won last year! So we couldn't have been THAT bad."

"Your competition was Kirk… Who can't beat Kirk?"

"I don't know, Sporty Spice." Before Luke could respond she grabbed the box and was out the door yelling over her shoulder, "I'll be sure to call you with the practice times! Thanks again, Luke!"

Luke was still laughing when he walked back out into the diner only to be faced with stares from all of his customers. He quickly realized what the circumstances were and barked at the crowd, "What?! I can't enjoy a good joke?" Luke scowled and kept on laughing once was in the confines of the kitchen.

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The kids ate their burgers in the car and decided to play 20 questions to get to know each other better. They each seemed like they were joking around, but both were listening intently to each other's answers, filing them away for another time. After a few questions they decided to get more serious.

"Who was your first kiss?" She asked him innocently.

"Louise. When I was eight. She wouldn't leave me alone, so I thought that would do it. I was right." He added with a smirk. "You?"

"Dean. In Doose's. I said thank you and ran away, stealing cornstarch." She laughed at how silly it sounded.

It was his turn. 'I know I shouldn't but I have to know.' "Have you ever been in love?" His voice was soft, like he was waiting to be reprimanded.

"No. That's why he broke up with me. Because I couldn't say it, and he thought I meant I was ready to, but nope. I never loved him." She sounded sad, like she wanted to love him but couldn't.

"Me neither. None of the girls I've been with have ever given me that feeling… None of them have given me butterflies or caused me to be speechless with just one look…" He trailed off, hoping that she would let it drop.

"How many girls have you been with?" It seemed like a simple question to Rory, but Tristan's shocked face told her otherwise.

"Why would you want to know that?" he scoffed, not wanting to answer.

"Its not your turn to ask the question yet. Its your turn to answer."

"Fine, but I need some clarification first. You mean what by 'been with'?" He didn't want to have to give her a higher number than necessary.

"Had sex with. Any type of sex. Just give me the damn ball park figure!"

"I don't know. Thirty." He tried to sound annoyed and nonchalant.

"WHAT?" she screeched. The pitch of her voice almost caused Tristan to swerve off the road. "You've had sex with at least thirty girls? Five, I was good with. Ten, that'd be okay too. Fifteen, that's getting pretty high. BUT DOUBLE THAT? How the hell am I supposed to compete with that, Tristan?" She clearly wasn't thinking and let the last part slip. 'Maybe he didn't hear me... Who am I kidding? Look how shocked he is. Of course he heard me. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.' "Oh and I've slept with no one, in case you didn't know."

"Compete with? What the fuck are you talking about Rory? Why would you be competing with those girls?" He was completely confused. But the look on her face told him all. "You've thought about having … with me?" He couldn't say 'sex'. Tristan DuGrey, the king of Chilton, the playboy of the school, the guy who could have any girl he wanted, couldn't say the word sex to the only girl that he wanted.

All Rory could do was look away, out the window, and take a few deep breaths. "Well, kind of. Not really. Just at some point, maybe. Not now. No, not now. Definitely not now. But sometime, there's a pretty good possibility." She spoke so soft that Tristan had to strain to hear.

Both of them thanked god that they were pulling into Tristan's driveway and wouldn't have to continue this conversation anymore. Since Rory packed more when she and Tristan stopped at her house, she now had two duffels filled with her clothes and everyday necessities, as well as her backpack full with all the books from her locker that she needed in order to study for her finals. It was the last week of school, and she had a lot of studying to do to remain at the top of the class. Tristan grabbed all three bags as well as his own and walked into his house. Rory was in a daze and hadn't noticed he left until he locked the car and set the alarm from the front steps of the house. This knocked Rory back into the present, and looked to find Tristan tilting his head as to invite her inside before he went inside himself. "Get going, Gilmore. You really don't want to be ruining this!" She said to herself while running to meet him inside.

Tristan was already up the grand staircase as she made her way through the door, and had to follow him up not knowing where to go. She decided to turn left at the top, thinking that she heard footsteps going that way. "Tristan?" He didn't answer. "Tristan? Where are you?" Still no answer. So Rory resorted to opening all the doors until she found him.

Tristan decided to take a shower to get his mind off what Rory had said in the car, knowing that she wasn't going to want to talk about it when she found him. He wanted to be the perfect person for her, and to do that he needed to clear his head. Like hers, his best thinking and relaxing place was the shower. Tristan quickly undressed and threw all of his clothes into the hamper, but was too flustered to check to see if the maid had restocked his towels. She hadn't.

Rory found his door thanks to the sound of the shower. She hoped it was his room, and not someone else's. Their bags on the floor made her believe this was in fact Tristan's room. Everything in the room screamed Tristan. The walls were dark blue and there were multiple band posters on the wall, including The Starting Line, Jack's Mannequin, Taking Back Sunday, Cartel, Motion City Soundtrack, Trapt, and Story of the Year. In the far left corner she spotted shelves that were covered with CDs that could beat out Lane's collection. The entire room was impeccably clean, something she didn't expect of Tristan. Behind his desk there were three floor to ceiling bookshelves that were filled with books, many of which Rory owned or had read and many that she was looking forward to read. She couldn't help but make a list of the ones she wanted to borrow. His closet was separated by type of clothing then sorted by color, something she found very amusing. His shoes were the same way. Sneakers separated from flip-flops and dress shoes. Her eyes landed on the last thing in his room. The bed. "Of course he has a king size bed. I would expect no less." With that Rory grabbed her backpack and jumped on the bed and tried to get comfortable while pulling out her history book.

"Damn it, Rosario! I told you this morning that I need more towels! Now I have to go find some myself," Tristan yelled walking into his room dripping wet and completely nude. Rory looked up to see him, definitely not expecting what she saw, and stared at his incredibly toned body. It was a good ten seconds before he detected she was on his bed staring at him and all his glory. She had never seen, one of those, before. At least not in person, so she couldn't tear her eyes away, and Tristan had unquestionably noticed. For the first time in his life, Tristan DuGrey blushed in front of a girl. She didn't notice though, she wasn't looking at his face.

But it was nothing compared to Rory's blush when he said, "Like what you see, Mary?"

With that, she closed her eyes and put a hand over them, only saying "Umm…." hoping that he would ignore what had just happened.

"We'll just have to even the score later." Tristan said as he walked up next to her and placed a soft kiss on her lips. He smirked, and left to find a towel. She just sat there stunned and finally let go of the breath she was holding ever since he walked into the room as she walked him saunter out. He loved that he had this affect on her.

"What have you gotten yourself into, Gilmore?" She asked herself with a sigh as she tried to get back to work.

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So whatcha think? Kinda crappy, right? Well, I need some suggestions as to what to change.. Please and thank you :D