From:	nsync606@juno.com
DC 2/?
claimer: don't own it, wb does, blah blah blah
Rating: PG so far PG 13 later
Summery: Rory, Tristan and 24 other Chilton students go on a trip to
Washington D.C., but on the way, the unthinkable happens
Feedback: please!
 
Recap:
When Rory arrived at Chilton, she joined the other 25 students who were
waitnig in the parkinglot. She sgtarted looking for people she knew, but
she couldn't find anyone. She heard a voice behind her, "Hey Mary,"
Tristan said.
Rory groaned.
"What, not happy to see me," Tristan asked.
 
"I think the groaning thing should answer your question," Rory replied.
 
"Sounded like a happy groan to me," Tristan said. They were interupted
when a first class buss pulled up beside the students.
End Part 1
 
As soon as the door opened, Rory hurried to the back, trying to get away
from Tristan. 
 
"Rory, why are you in such a hurry? Oh, I know, you wanted to get us a
seat in the back because it's more private, and we can..." Tristan began.
 
"Us? Tristan, you are not sitting here," Rory told him.
 
Tristan sat down beside her, "To late, i'm not moving," he said knowing
that Rory wouldn't say anything about it to anyone else.
 
"Gosh I'm tired," Tistan siad. He put his arm around Rory and layed his
head on her shoulder.
 
Rory shook him off. "Just what do you think you are doing!?" Rory
demanded.
 
"I told you, I need sleep, i was just trying to get comfortable," Tristan
said trying his best to look innocent.
 
"Why don't you go and get comfortable with Paris," Rory snapped.
Realizing what she just said, she covered her mouth with her hand, if
Paris found out she said that, she'd kill her.
 
"Mary! Such dirty thoughts, but with me in them, i gy\uess how could you
resist? Maybe i should tell Paris what you think of her and-," Tristan
stopped when the a girl sitting in front of them tured around. 
 
"You don't have to, I heard. You know Rory, we were supposed to be
friends, but now that i know what you think of me, i guess not. Oh, and
yu can forgt the newspaper," Paris said coldly before turning back
around.
 
"Tristan, look what you've done," Rory exclaimed.
 
"Hey, not my fault. You're the one that siad it, Mary, i didn't even
provoke you to say it, so don't blame this on me," Tristan replied.
 
"you always do this," Rory complained.
 
"Always do what," Tristan asked not knowing what she was talking about.
 
"Treat me like I'm nothing. You treat me differently form everyone else.
Why? I mean, i know i'm not a rich snob like everyone else at Chilton,
but i'm sure you don't treat every lower class citizen like crap, come on
tristan, i want an explination," Rory said angrily, she was truely mad,
and wanted an explination, a good one.
 
* Tristan was surprised to say the least. Such an outburst from Rory was
not normal. But what could he tell her? That he loved the way her hair
was not blonde(no offense to any blondes!), and the way she bit her lip
when she was nervous, and he loved the way her forehead wrinkled when she
was thinking, ad most of all, he loved the way her cheeks turned a rosy
pink clor when she was embarrassed. Should he just confess his love for
her, Whoa! hold up buddy. Love?: Tristan Dugry did NOT fall in love, love
was painful. And Tristan didn't like pain. But Tristan knew he had fallen
in love, and he had fallen hard.*
 
"Tristan," Rory's voice brought him ot of his thoughts.
 
"Oh, yeah, the reason i treat you differently. Well, you see Rory,
sometimes people...," Tristan shook his head, "Rory, i think i'm in love
with you."
 
TBC