Story summary: Anders and Amy take different routes in their quest to tear apart Tristan’s life.

 

Disclaimer: The characters in my story are the property of the writers and creators of the WB show “Gilmore Girls.”

 

 

INT: INDEPENDENCE INN-DAY

 

Lorelai walks in and is immediately accosted by Michel.

 

MICHEL: (handing her a large stack of messages) I am not your personal assistant!

 

LORELAI: Actually…you kind of are. I pay you to take messages.

 

MICHEL: You have exceeded your limit. Fourteen from this Benjamin and another Four from a male version of you…quick with the comebacks and equally as irritating. That is sixteen messages…sixteen messages. Do you hear me?

 

LORELAI: Actually that makes eighteen messages.

 

MICHEL: It does?

 

LORELAI: And suddenly the overbooking mystery is solved.

 

MICHEL: Must you mock my misery?

 

LORELAI: Not your misery...just your addition.

 

MICHEL: I provide the window and you push. Is that it?

 

LORELAI: Don’t worry. I don’t have the strength. It was a rough night.

 

MICHEL: I sob for you. Now about the messages...

 

LORELAI: Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.

 

MICHEL: Good the maudlin man is in room Fourteen and the comedian is in room Nineteen.

 

LORELAI: Christopher is here?

 

MICHEL: Yes…he checked in yesterday and fantastic news...he paid for a full week.

 

LORELAI: No.

 

MICHEL: Yes.

 

LORELAI: I’m not ready to see him.

 

MICHEL: And I am done taking messages. This is a predicament.

 

LORELAI: You will be going to hell. You know that right?

 

MICHEL: Smiling all the way down. Oh look…it’s the maudlin one.

 

Lorelai looks up to see Ben exiting the dining room. He begins walking towards her but on second thought turns and heads towards his room.

 

LORELAI:  Ben…please wait.

 

As if he didn’t hear her Ben keeps walking.

 

LORELAI: Okay…that went well.

 

From behind Lorelai comes a familiar voice.

 

CHRIS: Trouble in paradise?

 

Lorelai turns around and comes face to face with Christopher.

 

LORELAI: You walked out on me last night.

 

CHRIS: You looked like you had your hands full.

 

LORELAI: I think we need to talk.

 

CHRIS: Sure…okay.

 

LORELAI: Not here though.

 

CHRIS: How’s tonight. I’ll come by the house.

 

LORELAI: I guess that’s okay.

 

CHRIS: How’s 7pm sound?

 

LORELAI: It’s just to talk.

 

CHRIS: I’ll be wearing my perfect gentleman outfit.

 

LORELAI: Maybe you should wear a rose in your lapel so I can recognize you then.

 

CHRIS: Ouch!

 

LORELAI: You have an annoying way of making me forget how not happy with you I am right now.

 

CHRIS: You aren’t making my top ten right now either.

 

LORELAI:  Right between the eyes how did I not see that coming?

 

INT: CHILTON-DAY

 

Rory walks into her history class and heads towards her seat as a look of disbelief crosses her face.

 

RORY: You’re kidding right?

 

Anders looks up from his open history book and flashes Rory what he knows is his most disarming smile.

 

ANDERS: Rory...what a great surprise. You have this class too?

 

RORY: Drop the act Anders. This is the fourth class of mine that you have just happened to be in.

 

ANDERS: What? It’s not like I’m in every class you have.

 

RORY: Right. You managed to not be in the ones that Tristan and I have together. How noble of you.

 

ANDERS: I’m beginning to think you don’t like me.

 

RORY: Run with that.

 

Rory takes her seat across from Anders.

 

ANDERS: Spunky. I like that.

 

Rory picks up her backpack and pulls out her history book and some notepaper and starts to write down the instructions on the board.

 

ANDERS: (cont.) So...what did he say when you told him?

 

Rory continues to ignore Anders.

 

ANDERS: I’ll bet he’s steamed.

 

RORY: If you don’t mind I’m trying to work here.

 

ANDERS: Did he get that look on his face...the one where it looks like smoke is going to explode from his ears any minute?

 

RORY: If you must know...I haven’t told him. But I know him. He’ll be fine.

 

ANDERS: So you haven’t seen the temper yet...interesting. I guess that makes sense though...you guys have been together what? Two...maybe three months?

 

RORY: How is this any of your business?

 

ANDERS:  You don’t have to be so grouchy. 

 

RORY: What can I say...you bring it out in me?

 

ANDERS: Wow. You must really like T to hate me so much.

 

MRS. TWIGMAN: Mr. Beach...Ms. Gilmore. I’m done competing with you.

 

Rory and Anders turn at the same time to acknowledge the teacher.

 

RORY: I’m sorry Ms. Twigman.

 

ANDERS: It was my fault.

 

MRS. TWIGMAN: Save your defense for the headmaster. I do not tolerate interruptions in my class.

 

Rory puts her notebook and history book back into her backpack and zips it shut before turning to glare at Anders who is still sitting in his seat. Turning she starts towards the door.

 

MRS. TWIGMAN: You too Mr. Beach. It takes two to have a conversation.

 

Anders gathers his history book and heads out of the class after Rory. He has to run to catch up with her.

 

ANDERS: That’s one way to get out of class. I’ll have to remember that.

 

Without warning Rory turns and is face to face with Anders.

 

RORY: Get away from me!

 

A little surprised Anders backs away.

 

ANDERS: I guess we have a little bit of a temper too.

 

RORY: What I have is no interest...zero...in being your pawn in whatever twisted game you’re playing. So back off!

 

Expecting Anders to push back Rory is surprised instead.

 

ANDERS: Maybe we should start over.

 

RORY: What?

 

ANDERS: Yeah...it’s pretty obvious I’ve managed to get on your bad side. And I’m sorry.

 

RORY: (leery) Just like that? I’m not buying it.

 

ANDERS: I don’t blame you. But it’s the truth. I didn’t come here to make enemies with you or Tristan or anyone else.

 

RORY: Then why are you torturing me?

 

ANDERS: Would you believe I find you interesting?

 

RORY: And that was flirting? Try again.

 

ANDERS: What you see is what you get Rory. Charm was always Tristan’s thing...the bad ass vibe was mine. I’ll work on it.

 

RORY: I really can’t figure you out. If you’re sincere...which I highly doubt...then...apology accepted...but as for the flirting...cut it out! Okay?

 

ANDERS: Not even a little?

 

RORY: I’m flattered...I guess...but I’m taken...not available...fully involved. Am I making myself clear?

 

ANDERS: Well...then Tristan is a lucky guy.

 

Rory is more than a little embarrassed by Ander’s obvious remarks.

 

RORY: Here we are...headmaster’s office.

 

Turning the knob Rory opens the door and walks in with Anders immediately behind her.

 

INT: SCHOOL HALLWAY-DAY

 

Tristan and Rory are standing in the hallway in front of the newspaper room waiting for Paris.

 

TRISTAN: Maybe she won’t show and you and I can go spend some quality time at my house.

 

RORY: She’ll show.

 

TRISTAN: Yeah...I know. I was just dreaming out loud.

 

RORY: It’s a nice thought.

 

TRISTAN: So you’re tempted?

 

RORY: Paris would kill me.

 

TRISTAN: Nice. You are tempted.

 

Tristan takes Rory into his arms and begins kissing her until they hear someone clearing their throat...both look up to see Paris.

 

PARIS: Seriously...the PDA thing. Getting way out of hand.

 

TRISTAN: I’m just going to go to the car and listen to some music.

 

PARIS: He’s like a trained puppy.

 

TRISTAN: Hello. I’m still standing here.

 

PARIS: Then you should probably go. You’re wasting valuable paper time.

 

Paris walks into the room leaving Rory and Tristan alone.

 

RORY: I’ll see you in an hour.

 

TRISTAN: Careful...that mood might be contagious.

 

PARIS: (OC) I heard that.

 

TRISTAN: And now I’m going.

 

Tristan kisses Rory one last time before heading off.

 

INT: TRISTAN’S SUV-DAY

 

Tristan opens the door of his car and slides into the seat, quickly turning the key just enough to start the radio. Flipping through his CD holder he quickly decides on one and pops it into the player. As the music begins to fill the car a pair of hands slide around from behind to cover his eyes.

 

AMY: Guess who.

 

Tristan pulls the hands off his eyes and quickly turns around to face Amy.

 

TRISTAN: What the hell are you doing in my car?!

 

AMY: Is that any way to greet an old friend?

 

TRISTAN: Right...sorry. GET THE HELL OUT OF MY CAR!

 

Amy puts on her best pouty face.

 

AMY: No.

 

TRISTAN: Yes!

 

AMY: You’re so cute when you’re trying to get your way.

 

TRISTAN: What do you want Amy?

 

AMY: Well...obviously you.

 

TRISTAN: Sorry...not gonna happen.

 

AMY: Why not? Don’t you find me attractive?

 

Amy leans purposefully over the seat her chest straining to escape the tight top she is wearing.

 

TRISTAN: You know you are...so lets stop playing this game. Just take your butt out of the car and well part as friends. Deal?

 

AMY: No...no deal.

 

TRISTAN: Dammit Amy!

 

Tristan reaches back and grabs Amy’s wrist bringing her closer than he intended to.

 

AMY: See...now that’s the Tristan I miss...the take charge guy. I am so turned on right now.

 

Almost as if her skin had burned him Tristan immediately drops Amy’s wrist.

 

TRISTAN: Fine...If you won’t leave. I will.

 

Tristan puts his hand on the door to open it but Amy’s next words stop him cold.

 

AMY: You do and I’ll strip naked. How would that look to the farm girl? A fully naked girl in the back of your car?

 

Frustrated Tristan takes his hand off the door.

 

TRISTAN: Why are you doing this?

 

AMY: We had some good times...remember?

 

TRISTAN: Don’t do this Amy.

 

AMY: Tell me you remember.

 

TRISTAN: Fine. I remember.

 

AMY: Come back here with me.

 

TRISTAN: No way.

 

AMY: I promise...I won’t bite.

 

TRISTAN: I highly doubt that.

 

AMY: Fine...I’ll come up there then.

 

Amy starts to climb over the seat and Tristan sees that she is going commando.

 

TRISTAN: Shit! Sit back down...now!

 

AMY:  If you come and sit in the back with me.

 

TRISTAN: Fine...just cover up please!

 

AMY: You and I both know you like the view.

 

Tristan gets out of the front cursing himself for being so stupid...opening the back he gets in. Instantly Amy slides close to him.

 

AMY: (cont.) God you smell good.

 

TRISTAN: Okay...I’m here. What did you want?

 

AMY: Oooh....this is too easy.

 

Amy takes her hand and rubs it up Tristan’s thigh. Immediately he brushes it off.

 

TRISTAN: I’m here to talk Amy...that’s all.

 

AMY: We’ll see.

 

Amy sits back from Tristan causing her skirt to hike up and fully expose her. Tristan silently berates himself for looking, but hell...she’s practically shoving it in his face and she is hot...as he feels himself becoming aroused he shifts uncomfortably...trying to fill his thoughts with something unappealing.

 

TRISTAN: Okay...you know what. Do whatever you have to do...I’m out of here.

 

Tristan opens the door and practically jumps out of the vehicle. Amy laughs as she follows him....Just as Rory and Paris walk up.

 

In a gesture of familiarity Amy glides her hand slowly down Tristan’s arm.

 

AMY: Thanks for the talk Tristan.

 

With a seductive wink she turns and walks away. Rory takes one look at Tristan in his state of semi-arousal and immediately turns around and begins walking away. Tristan hurries after her.

 

TRISTAN: Rory!

 

Rory keeps walking so he runs to catch up with her, spinning her around toward him when he finally reaches her.

 

TRISTAN: Wait! It’s not what you think!

 

Tristan immediately notices the tears forming in Rory’s eyes. And tries to bring her into his arms but she steps away.

 

RORY: Then why do I feel like such a fool?

 

TRISTAN: Because that’s what she wants. She wants you to believe that something happened in the car...but it didn’t.

 

RORY: I’m not an idiot Tristan! You were excited by something.

 

TRISTAN: I’m not made of steel Rory. She’s sexy and she knows it.

 

RORY: And clearly more willing to put out then me. Is that it?

 

TRISTAN: What?

 

RORY: I mean...isn’t that what this is about? Me not giving it up?

 

TRISTAN: No! You’re being ridiculous. I told you I was willing to wait and I am.

 

RORY: But not forever right? I mean what if I decided that I didn’t want to have sex until I was married. Would the visits with Amy become more frequent?

 

TRISTAN: Okay...come back from fantasy land please. I am not interested in Amy regardless of the circumstances between you and me. End of story.

 

RORY: Then tell me what happened in the car.

 

TRISTAN: Fine...you want the truth?

 

RORY: Yes.

 

TRISTAN: Nothing...because that’s the way I wanted it.

 

Rory is intently watching Tristan’s face...wanting so much to believe him. Knowing that he’s telling the truth...he only wants her. Purposefully the two move into each others’ arms...keeping their eyes locked on each other.

 

RORY: I’m sorry.

 

TRISTAN: You have nothing to worry about Rory. I’m not going anywhere and I’m not interested in anyone else but you.

 

Having healed the rift Tristan brings Rory’s supple lips to his and kisses her deeply and fully...securing in her mind that he is exactly where he wants to be.