With the music so loud one would think that entering the room would go unnoticed. And that would be true if you were invisible and nobody cared what you did. But if you were Rory Gilmore, the suppose "Mary" of class, the one person who was completely different from everyone else in the room, there was no hiding. And if, the said Mary, came in with the former king of the school, who was supposedly ex-communicate from their world, there REALLY is no 'sneaking' into a room.
Rory entered into the room, smiling at the fact that she was really at her prom, and she was just telling Tristan this, when she realized that the music had stopped, and she felt every eye turn to look at her. It was just like in the movies with everyone's mouth hanging open. But then the next song started, and it turned out to be just a coincidence that they entered between songs.
"Are you alright Rory?" Tristan noticed how Rory just sort of stopped in the doorway. Of course the whole ending of music was a weird coincidence, but it made her entrance a rather grand one.
"Yeah." Rory said as her smile returned even bigger.
Tristan led Rory into the room. They were stopped often by people saying hi or nice dress, you know the usually prom stuff. Rory was amazed that nobody really asked Tristan how he was. She would have thought that everyone was ignoring him, if it wasn't for the hellos he got as greetings, and a few glares she was receiving from other girls.
Rory saw Paris with Jamie, and started pulling Tristan that way. "We have to go talk them."
"It's not like Paris is going anywhere the night just started." Tristan said with a laugh.
"But I have to say thanks, before I forget how grateful I am to her. Since at any moment you could be taken away from my side and leave me by myself." Tristan was caught off guard with the comment.
He stopped Rory and pulled her to him.
"Rory I am not going anywhere tonight. And I will not leave you, unless you want me too." He looked Rory right I the eye when he said this. "How many times do I have to tell you before you start believing them."
Rory bit her bottom lip, like she does when she is deep in thought. "You Promise, Tristan?"
"Yes."
"Ok I believe you." She looked him in the eye, and though Tristan could tell she believed him, he could also see in her eyes that she was not sure if she should trust him.
"So tell me about this Jamie, is he a better kisser than me?" Tristan asked with one of his classics smirks on his face.
Rory playfully punched his shoulder. "How would I know, he's Paris's boy toy. And don't you dare ask her, she will be so embarrassed if you do."
"Ok so no relationship jokes."
"Rory you made it." Paris said while waking over to Rory.
Knowing that Paris wasn't one to openly hug some one, Rory embarrassed her. "Thank you so much Paris, I don't know what I would haven't done with out you and my mom tonight."
Paris enjoyed the hug (as a friendly gesture nothing more, you gutter minded people), but pulled away. "He told you. Tristan you promised you would tell." Paris gave him a look, but it wasn't a very evil one since it was such a magical evening that not even Paris could get mad during.
"He didn't tell me, I just know who my fairy-godmothers are. Without them I wouldn't be moving on right now."
"Jamie this is Tristan DuGrey, a former Chilton-night. Tristan, Jamie (Whatever his last name is) he is attending Yale."
Tristan shook hands with Jamie. "It's nice to meet the guy who spices up Paris's life."
"Nice to meet you too Tristan, Paris has been talking about you allot lately. If she was not also talking about Rory I would have to be worried about you being in town."
"Jamie, I'm glad you could get away for the weekend. I know Paris has been looking forward to tonight. Though she would never admit it."
"Yeah I'm glad I could take my girl out on her special night."
After a few more minutes of polite conversation, Tristan led Rory towards the dace floor, where they could share their first dance of the evening.