PRETTIEST POSION || TRISTAN DUGRAY

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵

"maryyy"

"wake up"

"adelaide we have a project to do."

"tristan since when do you care about this project?" i groan lifting my head up from my desk, looking at the annoying blonde to my right. "since we have a week and a half to do it and we've done literally nothing."

i laugh a little at his comment, "you've done literally nothing, i'm almost done with my stuff already." i say, "why didn't you tell me?" he asks, "maybe because you're always too busy talking to summer." i point at his phone as a text pops up reading her name.

"fine, after school i'm all yours." he says, "excuse me?" i laugh, "i'll come to your place after school, we can get some of our work done." he explains and i furrow my eyebrows, "did you just invite yourself to my house?" i scoff, no way i'm letting him in my house. "yes, i did." he smiles at me with a look as if he was trying to charm me or something.

"no way tristan." i shake my head, "look, this is chilton. if i get a bad grade, you get a bad grade and i don't think either of us want that." he says trying to convince me, "fine, but you annoy me one time and i'm kicking you to the curb." i roll my eyes and close my notebook.

"perfect, meet me at my car after school then. i'll drive us there." he says, "whatever." i groan, dreading the last school bell ringing.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 4:30 pm ࿐ྂ

i walk out of my last class and head outside to the parking lot, time to look for tristan. it doesn't take me a while, i walk over to his car. "so how was your day mary?" he asks opening the passenger door for me, "ass, and i can open my own door dugray." i smile closing it as i get in, "just being nice." he says sarcastically.

"why do you live so far from school?" he groans after we've been in the car for less than ten minutes causing me to shake my head. "stop whining, it's only like twenty minutes away." i roll my eyes, "plus stars hollow is a million times better than those rich people areas." i add and he shakes his head. "you like living in a small town like this? i feel like it would be boring."

i love my small town, i love knowing everyone and seeing the same people everyday, i love everything about it. i like when things don't change, stars hollow will always be the same and it will always bring me comfort. some people don't appreciate small towns until they move to one.

"it's not boring when you meet the people here." i shrug at his comment. "whatever you say." he replies and turns the music up a little more.

we finally make it to my house after what feels like hours in the car. "my moms home so don't do anything stupid tristan." i say as we get out of the car. "moms love me, don't worry." he smirks at me and i punch his arm, "you're disgusting."

"mom, i'm home." i announce as we walk in through the front door, "hey, i just finished making some cookies for the inn, want some?" she asks walking out of the kitchen, "oh, whose this?" she finally spots tristan standing next to me "hi ms. gilmore, i'm tristan dugray." he reaches out his hand.

"please don't call me that it makes me feel old, i'm lorelai." she corrects him and he laughs. "we're just going to work on this project, we'll be in my room." i tell her and she nods, "well make yourself at home tristan." she smiles one last time and we walk to my room.

"cute room." he says picking up a picture from my dresser, "stop touching stuff." i take it out of his hand and place it back down. "why do you always have an attitude with me?" he asks sitting down on my bed, "because you're annoying." i smile at him and take out the stuff for the project.

we sit on my bed with paper scattered everywhere, luckily we're able to make progress. as i finish writing what feels like the millionth paragraph to my research, i look at tristan fidgeting with my small camera that was sitting on my nightstand. "you better not break that tristan, i'll literally kill you i love that thing." i threaten, "yes ma'am." he laughs at me and i look back down at my paper.

as i'm writing, the camera flashes in front of my face. "ew, throw that away." i say as the picture comes out of the camera, he takes the picture and just sets it to the side, ignoring him i point at his paper. "get to writing dugray, i'm not doing your work for you."

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nicole speaks!! 💞

so i'm back again i'm so sorry for deadass being the worst writer ever i am so inconsistent it's sad, this part was most definitely rushed and ik i keep promising this is gonna get better but i swear it will fr😓