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"So.. anyone have a crush?" I ask playfully curious. I feel as if i could ask about this because we've gotten along with each other pretty well so far.
Rory looks at Lane, Lane looks at Rory, then they both look at me.
"Hey don't look at me! I know you guys are interested in someone." I shout playfully.
"Right, Y/n couldnt have a crush this early when she just moved in." Rory injects.
"I wish." I mumble.
"Oh my gosh! I heard that. You do have a crush!" Rory bounces excitedly in her spot on the carpeted floor.
"Who is it?!" Lane asks excitedly.
"Woah, woah. Hold on. Im not telling mine if you guys arent telling yours."
"We'll tell ours!" They both day in unison causing my eyes to widen.
"Okay, okay... well there's this guy.. at Chilton... yeah, i never would of thought. Never this quick either. Im surprised and kind of worried for myself."
"Well, love at first sight! Its totally fine." Lane inquiries.
"No, it definitely was not love at first sight, trust me. The funny thing is, though. That i met him here in Stars Hollow."
"Huh?!" "How!" "Who is he?!" The both query shamelessly.
"Well he certainly is a guy."
"Y/n!" They both shout. I laugh, nervously.
"Okay, okay. His name is Tristan and he's really cute. I would say i would never fall for him, but he is the type of guy i would fall for. Though, something about him.."
"Tristan..?" Rory ponders for a minute. "That blonde buzz cut guy."
"Buzz-cut?" Lane asks with a questionable look on her face.
"Not necessarily a buzz-cut." I giggle. "Its more like..- I dont even know. Its like a buzz cut but a little longer." I try explaining, Im not a fucking hairstylist.
"Well. Whatever floats your boat." Lane pats my back and i laugh.
"It doesnt look.. that bad." I smile sheepishly.
"Tristan.. you really like him?" Rory asks, with a worried face.
"I know its a questionable choice, but i think i like him.."
"Well if you say so. He does this stupid thing though."
"He does a lot of stupid things." I state waiting for her to continue.
"He calls me Mary for no reason." She shrugs with a frown plaster in her face.
"Mary..?" I restate, pondering. He calls her Mary and me, Suzy? It doesnt make sense. Well, of course it does. I tried to picture this guy as some dreamy, loyal prince, but hes not. Hes just some other guy who hits on every other girl, like me. How could i think i was actually special?
