Appearances Can Be Deceiving
Disclaimer: I do not own anything having to do with Gilmore Girls. I also do not own anything having to do with Shakespeare's Twelfth Night or the movie She's the Man.
Summary: AU Rogan Story. This is a modern version of Shakespeare's Twelfth Night, very similar to the movie She's the Man. Rory and her twin brother agree that she will take his place at the all male boarding school, Illyria. Her assigned roommate is, of course, Logan. Let the fun begin!
Chapter 1
Disguises
Lorelai Leigh Gilmore stared at the reflection in the full-length mirror. Can I really do this? she thought. She wasn't exactly sure how long she had been staring at the unfamiliar person in the mirror. This look was so not her. Ha! Of course this look is not me. I look like a boy! I look like my brother, Christopher, Rory thought, as she suppressed the urge to laugh out loud. Why did I agree to this again? Oh yeah, because Chris begged me to. Well, he sure owes me big for this one! she thought. She straightened the short brown wig on her head so that it would fit properly. She smoothed down the dark blue boy's blazer with her hands. She then shoved her hands into the pockets of the khaki trousers, trying her best to look like a boy. She had seen her brother do this many times. Rory, which is what her family and friends called her, had spent the last week trying to look and act like a boy. Chris and her good friend, Tristan Dugrey, had helped her become her brother. She had followed them around the entire week, mimicking everything about them, from the way they dressed to the way they walked, talked, and checked girls out.
Rory continued to stare at the image in the mirror. Ugh! she screamed in her head. What in the hell was I thinking when I agreed to this? Rory let her mind drift back to the conversation that had made her agree to take her twin brother's place at the exclusive boarding school.
RLF
"Excuse me?" Rory said in a high-pitched voice. "What!"
"I said," Chris began, "I need you to pretend to be me and take my place at Illyria." Chris gave Rory an exasperated look, one that clearly said that he couldn't understand why she couldn't grasp what he was trying to say to her. He thought he was being pretty damn clear.
"Why in the world would I do that? More importantly, HOW in the world would I do that?" Rory asked.
Chris said in a very serious tone, "Why? Because you love me, of course! Because you are my twin sister. Because we have always promised each other that we would do anything for each other."
"Okay, all that stuff is true," Rory said reluctantly. "But why, as in, why the hell can't you just be yourself and take your own freaking place at that boarding school also known as hell?" she half-yelled at him.
"You know why, Rory," Chris stated simply and calmly.
"What would we tell Mom and Dad?" Rory asked. "Don't you think they would realize that something's up? They know us too well for us to get away with something like this," Rory said, trying to reason with her twin.
"We could do it. Plus, it wouldn't even be for that long. A few weeks of your time is all I'm asking for, a month, tops," Chris pleaded with her.
Rory stood there not saying anything for what seemed like an eternity. She knew exactly why he wanted her to do this. Chris was in a band. He and some of his friends had formed a band a couple years back. In fact, Lane, Rory's best friend, was the drummer. Chris played the guitar and was the lead singer. Zach also played the guitar and sang back-up. Randy played the keyboard. They were really good. It was Chris' long-time dream for his band, Hep Alien, to succeed. And this was their chance. There was a contest in California called "The War of the Aspiring Alternative Bands." Ten bands were selected based on their audition tapes that they sent in to compete in the contest. The ten bands were going to travel to a bunch of big cities and perform in front of live audiences. In each city that they performed in, the audience would vote one band off the tour. Hep Alien had been selected as one of the ten bands. Rory could not deny her brother this chance to accomplish his dream.
Chris could not stand her silence any longer. Why was it taking her so long to make up her mind? Chris asked himself. It was time for his back-up plan.
"Come on, Rory. Please?" Chris begged. "This isn't just about me, you know. This isn't just about my dreams and my happiness. This is about you, too – your dreams and your happiness. Illyria has one of the most prestigious school newspapers around. Think about it… You could easily get a position on the paper, maybe even become the editor. Wouldn't that help you get ready for that editor position you've had your eye on at the Yale Daily News since you were like five years old?" Chris smiled to himself. He knew this would get her attention and sway her to agree to his plan.
"I'll do it," Rory said softly, slightly above a whisper.
Chris wasn't sure if he heard her correctly. "Did you just agree?" he asked hopefully.
"Yeah, I did. I must be insane." Rory shook her head.
"Yes!" Chris exclaimed as he enveloped Rory in a tight, squeezing all the breath out of her hug. He let her go when he heard her mumble something against his chest. "What was that?" he said in a truly happy voice.
"I was going to say yes anyway. You know, before you dangled the 'getting to write for a prestigious school newspaper' thing in front of me," Rory said, her voice full of emotion. "You are my brother, after all. My twin, my best friend… I would do anything for you!"
Chris smiled a huge smile, one that could have lit up the entire world. "Thanks, sis," he beamed. Then he quickly turned away from her and began to walk out of the room.
"Wait, where are you going?" she called after him.
He stopped short and turned around to face her. He laughed. It was a hearty, belly laugh, one that told Rory how truly happy she had made her brother. "I'm going to go call Tristan, of course. We're going to need his help. Tristan will be your inside man. He'll be there the whole time, ready to help whenever you need it." Chris turned back around and started to make his way toward the door again. He stopped when he realized she wasn't following him. "Rory?" he called.
"Hmmm?"
"You coming?" he inquired.
"Oh. Yeah," she answered.
"Well then, come on. We don't have much time. We only have a week to get you ready!" he exclaimed.
What in the hell have I gotten myself into? I am so going to regret this! Rory thought to herself as she jogged to catch up with her twin, who was already picking up the phone to call Tristan.
RLF
Rory sighed. She turned around slowly, checking out her reflection at all angles. She stopped when she made the full 360 degree turn. With one last look at herself, she nodded and turned away from the mirror. She walked toward the front door, paused to pick up her booksack, which was laying by the couch, and headed out to her car. She climbed in and threw her booksack on the passenger seat. She slipped on the black sunglasses that Tristan had loaned her. She started the car, put it in reverse, and backed down the driveway. She shifted the car into drive. Well, here goes nothin'. Senior year is going to be VERY interesting, she thought to herself, as she sped down the street.
Author's Note: So this is my very first fanfiction. I hope you all enjoy it. Please review. Let me know what you think. Thanks!
