the gilmore girl - a tristan dugray story

The Birthday Parties #2

The next day, me and Rory, went to a college fair that was taking place at Chilton. Rory went and peered over at the Harvard section, her dream Ivy, whilst I went over to the Yale section, my dream Ivy.

I flipped through the brochures and picked out a nice Yale sweater and spoke to the kind lady.

"Thinking of our school?" She asked

"Strongly, yes." I said.

"What is it you'd like to study? Better yet, become?" She asked me.

"I'm not entirely sure. My dream career changes frequently but right now, becoming a lawyer is something I'm dead set on." I said to the lady.

"Well, its natural to have problems with choosing a career, take me, I dreamt of becoming a CEO to a highly known company but I have actually thought of venturing the medicinal field." She replied.

"Quite a drastic change." I laughed.

She nodded and smiled as I walked along over to Rory where she talked to Paris.

"10 generations of Geller's have gone to Harvard. I have to go to Harvard." Paris replied.

"I can't believe this." Rory said.

"You can go somewhere else." Paris replied. "Go to Brandeis. Brandeis is nice."

"I've only ever wanted to go to Harvard." Rory said.

"And you will go, trust me, there are more ferocious problems than Paris Geller." I said. "I'm going to go check out the food."

I went over to the food stalls where they had pastries and different types of meat and cheeses.

"Hungry?" I heard from behind me.

"Oh, hi, Tristan." I said. He leaned over me, picking up a cracker. "What school are you thinking of?"

"Don't really have a choice, my dad will force me into Brown." He replied. "Are these blue cheese?"

"That sounds rough, and unfair." I replied.

"Well, atleast it doesn't come out of my pocket." He replied.

"So." I said.

"So?" He replied.

"I'm having a birthday party tonight." I said.

"Another one?" He asked.

"The original one. My grandmother threw me one for no absolute reason." I replied.

"Well, what about it?" He asked.

"Huh?" I replied.

"The party? What about it?" He asked again.

"Well, I was wondering if you wanted to come to that one also." I said.

"Hmm, being in Hilary Gilmore's dramatic presence with her conniving grandmother? I'll pass." He said.

"She shouldn't be coming. I think." I said. "You will come, Tristan."

"Make me." He smiled with a wink which made me chuckle.

"I'll clean your car if you come?" I said, I obviously wasn't going to do it but anything to sweeten the deal.

"In a bikini, I hope?" He laughed.