33Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls. All credit can go to ASP and the rest of her team.
A/N: I changed the chapter, I just wouldn't have kept up with the story if I'd left it as is, for those of you who've already read the begnning in big bold letters it says where you should start (where I started changing it) and for those of you who've already read it and don't want to read it at all again there's an authors note at the bottom telling you in one sentence what happened in this story.
The Simple Things
Pure Fun
-REVISED
She'd said yes to another date again, against her better judgment.
Apparently the Daddy had gotten attached. Attached to Rory… Tristan said that he thought she was a fine young girl. Tristan also said that his dad liked her better then he liked his own son, whose name he didn't even know, unless you count his nickname "screw up".
So Rory was going with Tristan and his dad. Like a double date minus the second girl. Then to make it convincing he'd take Rory to a bar afterward… but Rory was beginning to suspect ulterior motives.
Whatever, it's not like Logan would find out.
Rory was walking down Yale's hallway, just like always. Ignoring the rare catcall and brushing off Doyle, Paris, Marty or anyone else that could be a obstacle in the way to her next class.
But today there was dilemma; she had to go to the bathroom.
So she took a turn that she didn't usually take and went down a short hall to the public bathroom, which she didn't usually use. But she was stopped, by Logan, he had a busty blonde shoved up against the wall and was passionately making out with him.
"Logan!" Rory spat before letting down the waterfalls, she turned right before Logan did and she ran, but heard Logan's feet quick behind her.
"It's not what it looks like!" He shouted after her, and then the footsteps subsided. But really Rory could tell it was a lie, because there aren't a lot of reasons your making out with a girl who isn't your girlfriend in a hallway your girlfriend is never in. She was going to Yale, how dumb did she look to him?
So she picked up pace, and forced herself not to look back.
He was her problem, and as the saying went your problems always catch up to you.
Especially the neglected ones, and those ones come back with a vengeance.
Rory waited impatiently for Tristan's BMW to pull up next to her. This was the designated meeting place, the parking lot at Yale.
Rory took a glance nervously down at her outfit; she was being sluttish Rory again. Of course, the sluttish Rory wasn't much of a slut, but in her standards it was. In a tight dress with a scoop neck, that barely went halfway down her thighs. She had on kitten heels; stilettos would put the look over the top.
The BMW was here, and pulling up next to her in all its black glory. She needed to get out, she couldn't stand the fact that her phone was ringing off the hook, and her doorbell was ringing, and her door was being knocked. And he was watching her right now, keeping his distance, completely aware that she had somewhere to be by her attire.
She wished she could turn around, and see him. See how his eyes would widen and his jaw would drop. But she couldn't let on she was interested.
She impatiently pulled the door open and flung herself into the car, worshiping the tinted windows.
"You have a stalker." Tristan deadpanned looking out the window.
"I guess stalkers and boyfriends are the same thing then." Rory said, leaning back out of the windows view, suddenly not confident in it's security.
Tristan didn't reply, he just drove away from Yale looking back in the rearview mirror. "Funny, Yale's getting smaller, but your boy toys getting bigger."
Rory looked behind them surprised, and sure enough Logan was running after the car. What a fool… (A/N: I love making Logan into a fool, hope you love it to ;D)
"So where are we going?" Rory asked trying to distract Tristan as he hit the gas, escaping from Logan, who had given up on chasing and was now standing shoulders slumped.
"To a strip club, I thought that the guys would want a show from you." Rory winced. Tristan let his eyes linger on her body a little longer then he should.
"Perv." But she smiled as she said it, putting new meaning to the word.
"Then I figured we could go to a bar and you could table dance."
"I think that requires pants, not an open bottom."
"I think that's a matter of opinion." Rory crossed her arms over her chest.
"I lied."
"I hope you did." Rory said, Tristan glanced over at her, guiltily.
"This is another fake date, but we're actually just going to go hang at the park, my dad's party is next weekend."
"So you could have just driven over to the park by yourself?" Rory arched an eyebrow.
"No… haven't you heard of muggers?" He asked.
"Obviously your trying to put me in danger too." Rory sighed as she said it, she was sick of Tristan. Or at least that's what she kept telling herself, and now she'd have to be clueless to not realize that he was still interested in her, or the trophy she'd provide. She'd have to be on her toes, six feet away at all times, she didn't trust him.
…. And she didn't trust herself with him.
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Suddenly Tristan pulled over, the car was left idling on the side of the street. Rory looked over at him, asking for an explanation of why he'd pulled over, changing their whole course. But he was staring at his hands; he was being shy and looked weighed down.
"I've been lying." He said bluntly, he still didn't make eye contact with her. He was ashamed, it was written in his body language, a sign that hung around his neck screaming the truth.
"About what?" Rory asked in an easy voice, she was never one to take advantage of the vulnerable of Tristan, something about him was more disturbing then seeing a homeless child on the street. When he was vulnerable like that, he seemed broken and dysfunctional.
"My dads motives."
"He doesn't want you to get a taste of the simple life?"
"Sort of."
"What's going on?" Tristan's eyes remained glued to his lap.
"He knows Richard."
"Who doesn't?"
"Richard told him what a good girl you were, but how you lived in a very 'low society' and it was holding you down. And my dad said that I should get to know you, and learn to live without money so I can grow and be appreciated. Otherwise he kicks me out."
"Your dad wouldn't actually go through with that to though? Rory asked her eyes widening."
"You bet he would." He spat. "I seriously need you to go through with this." He said, pleading. Rory doubted he'd ever pleaded, spoiled people didn't have to plead.
"Sure." Rory said carefully, giving him a pity glance. God he was persuasive when he was vulnerable. "My dad sucks too."
"My dad sucks my moms face." He said bitterly. "We could do some of that if you want, bonus points in my dads eyes." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Rory ignored his comment. "So whats the deal here?"
"You introduce me to simple things, daddy's happy, I keep my house, you get that feeling of accomplishment that nothing can beat." He added the part of accomplishment in sarcastically.
Tristan drove away, "So you can go home now, it's your day off, unless of course you wanna come to the place with the hot girls wrestling in mud with me."
"I'll miss that."
"Have fun going back to your obsessive guy."
Rory sighed and sank lower in her seat, she'd get to spend sometime with Tristan—
But only to make Logan jealous. Only for that. Only for that.
At least she'd pretty much be providing Tristan with a home.
Such a saint.
A/N2: Tristan tells Rory his dad really tracked someone down to introduce him to the simple side of life, and she agrees to do it, 'cause if she doesn't Tristan's daddy will make him leave the house.
A/N3: So much better, much happier now. Lorelai will find out soon, old feelings will resurface, and we'll be going out to dinner with Tristan's mom and dad.