Secret Identities

Back at the Gilmore house, Rory was talking with another person on ChiltonTalk when she got an alert that said she had a new message. She read the message and wondered who it was.

‘I should check out his profile.’ Rory thought.


Name: TJ
Age: 16
Grade: 10
Interests: Football, Basketball, Music, Girls, Movies, Hanging out with friends.

‘This guy seems really nice. I haven’t heard about anybody named TJ at school before, maybe he is not that popular, like me. I should write him back. Maybe I can make a new friend while I’m at it.’ Rory thought.

TO: TJ
FROM: Leigh
SUBJECT: Re: Hey Welcome to Chilton

TJ,
Thanks for the message! Even though I am relatively new at Chilton, I have been at the school for a few months. But if I have any questions or problems I will most definitely ask you! So far I don’t know very many people at Chilton and I got this account so I could meet new people at Chilton. Unfortunately I am very introverted and since I just broke up with my boyfriend a couple of weeks ago, my friends’ say that I’ve crawled even more into my shell. So long story short I’m doing this to meet people, so would you mind if you gave me your screen name and I could add you to my buddy list?
Sincerely,
Leigh

The next day after school Rory saw Tristan at his locker and walked up to him. “I think we need to talk.”
Tristan obviously knew what she was talking about but of course wanted to make her come out and say it. “About what?”
Rory was already agitated from a whole day of dealing with Paris and she really didn’t need this right now. She sighed, “Tristan you know about what.”
Of course in order to make her even more agitated than she already was he kept up the pretense of not knowing what she was talking about. “No, I don’t.”
Rory looked very exasperated at this point. She did not want to have another argument with Tristan. “Look, we have a lot of work ahead of us. I don’t want things to be weird between us. Don’t you think it’d be good to at least try to talk about this?”
Tristan, seeing that she really was in no mood to argue with him, dropped the act and conceded to her wishes. “Ok.”
This brought a genuine smile to Rory’s face and seeing this Tristan reciprocated the action. “Good. I think we should probably go out in the courtyard to talk about this.” Rory said.
“Right,” Tristan chuckled. “If we have this conversation here in front of my locker it would be all over school by tomorrow that we are sleeping together. I, for one would definitely not mind that but I am positive that you would.” Rory’s cheeks blushed excessively after hearing him say those things.
Once they made their way over to the courtyard, Tristan decided to start the conversation. “So, we’re supposed to talk.” Tristan sighed.
Rory looked up nervously at Tristan. “Yeah ... Look about the other night.”
Tristan nodded dejectedly, knowing that she was going to say that it was a mistake. He looked down to make sure Rory didn’t see his discouraged face and said, “Look, I was upset over Summer.”
Rory nodded her head emphatically, her hands clasped neatly in her lap and said, “Yes and I was upset over Dean.”
“So, then it doesn’t mean anything right?” Tristan asked, hoping beyond hope that she would say no and that it did mean something to her.
“Right.” Rory responded quietly and Tristan felt his heart sink into his stomach.
His blue eyes darted quickly around the courtyard, looking for a chance to get away. “So then … right, so then that’s it. We just chalk it up to a bad night.”
Rory frowned slightly, noting his agitated and anxious form but brushed the thought aside. “Ok. I’m sorry I cried.”
Tristan, who just wanted the awkward conversation to be over with no and then, spat out quickly, “No problem.”
Rory’s frown deepened further and sought to reassure him that he knew that she wasn’t to be blamed for her crying, speaking out her thoughts, “I swear it had nothing to do with the kiss.”
Tristan scoffed at this, clearly in disbelief, as he ran a hand through his spiky hair. “I kissed you, you cried. That had to do something with the kiss.”
“No, I cried because I was confused. You kissing me brought about feelings that I hadn’t dealt with yet and need to. I didn’t cry because of the kiss. It was a good kiss.” Rory explained.
Relieved that she didn’t think he was a bad kisser brought his cocky attitude back to the surface and he couldn’t stop the grin from forming across his face. “Yeah?”
“Yes, it was a very good kiss. Not at all crying material.” Rory said a small smile dancing across her features as the memory of the actual kiss flitted through her mind. Blinking rapidly, she quickly quashed those thoughts.
“Really?” Tristan asked, wanting to make sure that he had heard right.
“Absolutely.” Rory replied.
Seeing that she meant what she had said, Tristan waggled his eyebrows suggestively and smirked, “Wanna try it again?”
Now there was the Tristan that Rory knew, finally rearing his ugly head, her voice holding all tone of sarcasm. “Well I think someone’s recovering from their heartbreak just fine.”
“Yeah I’m all better.” Tristan joked, pausing a little before continuing, “I think I’m going to swear off girls for a while.”
Rory scoffed at the idea, suppressing the urge to laugh, unable to believe that Tristan, the guy who waltzed through girls almost weekly could actually do it. “Ha!”
“What?” Tristan asked, his forehead crinkling in confusion, curious to know what was so funny.
Rory couldn’t stop the laugh from escaping her lips. “Uh, sorry, nothing. You said you were going to swear off girls … it’s funny.”
Tristan wasn’t quite sure that he liked where this was going, trying to conceal the hurt he felt. “You don’t think I can?”
Rory saw the slight disappointment in his eyes and tried to fix her mistake. “No, I think you can, I just think it would be hard for you. It’d probably involve some kind of lock up facility, one of those Hannibal Lector masks.” Rory joked.
Tristan finally saw that she was joking and the relief swam through him before playing along with her. “Ok yes, it would be hard but not impossible.”
Rory thought about it for a minute and decided she would try and help Tristan. “Maybe it’s not so much swearing off all girls but swearing off a certain kind of girl.”
This will be good. Tristan thought. “Oh yeah? What kind of girls should I be swearing off?”

“The bimbos that sleep with you only for the status of screwing the King of Chilton.” Rory stated as if were the most obvious thing in the world.

“Did Mary just say screw?” Tristan couldn’t conceal the shock he felt. Not to mention he was a little turned on at the fact that his Mary just said a dirty word.

“Shut Up! I’m just saying you could do better. You should date a girl with more substance than just big boobs and a brain the size of a pea. Tristan, you are smart, funny, charming, and very sweet when you aren’t being a total ass!” Rory laughed.

“Not to mention my god like body!” Tristan added, thumping his fists against his chest dramatically, winking at her.

“Yeah I forgot to mention that you are totally dreamy.” Rory said sarcastically, successfully hiding her smile at his childish actions.

Tristan spit out the dink that he had just taken out of his water bottle and choked on a laugh. “Totally dreamy?”

Rory choosing to ignore his little outburst, continued on. “Whatever. That doesn’t matter. The point is you could have any girl you want!”

T/T: Any girl except you.

“You just need to find a girl more like … well … like me.” Rory thought out loud, not really thinking of the implication of her words.

Tristan’s heart flew up in his throat.

T/T: Did she just ask me out?

“Are you saying you want to date me Mary?”

Rory immediately blushed and quickly backpedaled. “Uh no, I was just suggesting that you find a girl that would care about you for you and not for your money or your ‘King of Chilton’ status. Those airheads aren’t good enough for you anyway.”

Tristan clutched his chest. “Mary, I didn’t know you cared so much.”

“Well, we are sort of friends and I care a lot about my friends even if they can be egotistical jackasses.” Rory said.

“Oh Mary, how you wound me.” Tristan said with a fairly fake look of distraught on his face. “So… since we are ‘sort of’ friends, does that mean that we can hangout sometime?” He said with a quirk of his eyebrows.

“Ummm sure.” Rory responded hesitantly.

Tristan was ecstatic, inwardly jumping for joy. “Great! Well let me have your number so that I can call you and maybe set something up for this weekend.”

“Sure, just let me have your cell phone.” Rory said.

Tristan handed her his cell phone and then had, what he thought, was a brilliant idea. “Here you go Mary and let me have your cell phone so that I can give you my number. That way when you have an insatiable need to speak with my very sexy self, you can call me.”

“Ok here’s your phone back. Oh thank God I have your number! Now I won’t have to suppress my urges to hear your sexy voice!” Rory responded wittily.

“Oh trust me Mary, you can call me anytime. I bet we could have some very fun conversations too.” Tristan voiced, the suggestive tone, lacing his words.

“Ewww Tristan! Don’t gross me out!” Rory said with a disgusted look on her face.

“I’m just saying that I am ready and willing for anything that you are up for.” Tristan said while leering at Rory.

“Ok well I have to get gong. The bus will be here soon and I can’t miss it. I have to be home on time today.” Rory replied, trying to suppress the blush that was creeping up her cheeks from Tristan’s obvious innuendo.

“Why got a hot date to prepare for?” Tristan asked jokingly.

“Yeah I do. I can’t wait!” Rory responded, quickly standing up from the bench, not catching the heart shattering sadness in his eyes.

When Tristan heard this, his heart dropped to his feet, unable to conceal the devastation he felt.

“May I ask who the lucky guy is?” Tristan asked, wanting to know who the guy was so that he could find this guy and beat the crap out of him for taking his Mary away from him.

“Yeah, Tim Rozon.” Rory responded happily, lifting up her backpack and putting it on, still not catching on to Tristan's disappointment.

“Who is that?” Tristan asked confused. He knew all the guys at Chilton and he was sure he had never heard that name before. Maybe he was another guy from Stars Hallow.

“Only one of the best Canadian actors ever!” Rory said excitedly.

Oh great! Now I’ll have to work twice as hard to get her to go out with me. Tristan thought, still not catching on. “You’re dating an actor?!”

Rory stared at him for a moment shocked, before bursting out in laughter. “No silly! Mom and I are having a Tim Rozon Movie/TV marathon!”

When he heard this Tristan was filled with an immense amount of relief, berating himself for his bout of stupidity. But what was important was he still had a chance with his Mary.

“Well why don’t I take you home? If I take you that would even get you home early!” Tristan said, the hope shining in his blue eyes.

“You do know I live like 45 minutes out of your way right?” Rory asked, appalled that he would make such a nice gesture.

“Yes but that means that I will get 45 more minutes to spend with you.” Tristan said, honesty filling his voice.

Rory was taken aback by the sincerity of his statement. His face displayed laughter and playfulness while his eyes showed honesty and adoration.

“Sure you can give me a ride home … But no funny business mister!” Rory said jokingly.

Tristan stood up and bent down close to her ear that Rory could feel his hot breath on her neck causing the tiny little hairs to stand up. “Wouldn’t dream of it Mary.”

When Tristan whispered in her ear, she shivered from feeling his breath on her neck. This of course did not go unnoticed by Tristan.

‘Oh my gosh! He is so close to me right now and it feels s good! I wonder what it would be like to have him kiss my neck … I can’t believe I am thinking this! I never even thought about Dean like that! Tristan is making me feel things I never have before!’ Rory thought.

Tristan pulled away and looked at Rory thoughtfully. She hadn’t noticed that he had pulled away and she looked deep in thought, but her bright blue eyes were sparkling with lust and excitement.

“Whatcha thinkin bout Mare?” Tristan asked bemused at her reaction.

No Response.

He asked again. “Mary?”

Still Nothing.

At the same time…

‘I bet it would be so great to kiss Tristan, I mean really kiss him! He has such soft sexy lips. He is probably a phenomenal kisser too. The things he must be able to do with that tongue of his…Mmmmm’ Rory’s mind was going crazy with all of the things she was thinking about.

Unconsciously Rory started to moan out loud.

Tristan smirked as he heard this and was desperate to know what she was thinking about.

“Rory!!!”

When Rory heard someone calling her name she immediately was jolted out of her mind numbing reverie. “Huh? What?”

Tristan just smirked at her and she immediately turned bright red.

“What just happened?” Rory asked, praying that she wasn’t saying those things out loud.

Tristan looked curiously at her and then started smirking. “Well... you looked like you were lost in thought and then you just started moaning.”

Rory’s cheeks blushed ever more ferociously, if that was possible.

‘Oh my gosh! I want to crawl under a rock right now!! This is so embarrassing!!’ “You heard that?” Rory responded dumbly, playing it off like she didn’t know what he was talking about.

“Yep, thinking bout me Mare?” Tristan amusedly asked.

“You wish!” Rory gasped loudly, cringing inwardly at the thought. How could he know?? He couldn’t know right?

‘You don’t know how true that statement is Mary.’ Tristan thought.

“You know it Mare! I would love to make you moan and scream my name while I am doing all sorts of dirty things to you.” Tristan whispered in her ear again, pleasurable sensations running through his blood as the nearness of her body took its hold on him.

For a moment Rory was slipping back into her ‘Tristan’ reverie but then she quickly caught herself. “Tristan, stop it!” Rory was blushing, slapping his chest lightly.

“What?” Tristan asked, smiling. He loved to see her blush because of him; it was one of the sexiest things about her.

“Whatever let’s just get going alright?” Rory said, trying to escape his intense gaze looking towards the parking lot.

“Sure.” Tristan said, amused at her nervousness, before they headed off to his car.