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A Bunch Of Friends

"What, exactly do you think you're doing?" a shrill voice was coming through the phone.

"What?"

"Don't you dare 'what?' me! I'm furious. I come home, from a long hard day and you're not there. Just a crappy piece saying: 'Sorry Paris gotta go to a meeting, Rory.' Do you know how hard it was to come as far as this?"

"Paris, look I'm sorry but-"

"Just cut it out Gilmore. I don't care about your lousy excuses. You know what? Forget it. I'm a grown up, I can handle myself. I just wanted a friend on my side, nothing more, but that's ok, it's only Paris, whose father is in jail and mother is getting a new face while destroying her liver. You know what, enjoy your evening, Brutus," with that she hung up.

Paris was furious.

How could she? That little Miss Perfect.

She looked out of the window in their living-room.

"Damn," she threw her mobile on the couch.

Tears were welling up in her eyes. She worked so hard to get to this point and all she wanted was some support from one of her best friends.

Oh no, she was definitely not overreacting.

Paris grabbed a book from the coffee table and looked at it. Then suddenly she threw it against the wall and screamed.

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Rory looked at her mobile and then back through the glass walls into the office of her boss. Damn. She exhaled and walked back into the office.

"Ok Miss Gilmore, once again are you going to do that or not?"

"I…I don't know."

"Well then think about it."

Rory nodded.

"Sir, was that all you wanted to tell me?"

"Right now, yes Miss Gilmore."

Rory thanked him and walked out of the meeting.

When she reached her desk she flung her cell phone open and pressed the speed dial.

"Logan, hi it's me…yeah well you remember Paris, don't you?" she heard him laughing, "Good, anyway I told you she's having this ceremony…yeah she's getting this award for her article about the newest way of surgery for accident victims…yeah and she wanted me to be there…no, 'course I told you, my meeting is over so please meet me there…why not? You're my boyfriend you have some duties…yes; thanks see you in a bit." She hung up and sighed.

Then she picked it up again and dialed her mom's number.

"Mom, it's me, hey could you do me a favor? Yeah, so please meet me in about 40 minutes outside of our building… Why? Well Paris is having this award thing and

I hope you remember, we promised her to be there…yeah right… ah, mom can you bring me some clothes? And maybe your little black purse, thanks mom, love ya, bye," she didn't give her a chance to answer.

Rory grabbed her bag, jacket and work for tomorrow and headed out of the building. Just as she had suspected, there was traffic on the whole way home. It was a sunny, traffic-filled afternoon in June.

When she was in the car still waiting at a traffic light, she called Doyle's office, again; finally she got him on the line.

"Doyle? Hi, it's me Rory. Listen we're going to come tonight, don't tell Paris.

Promise me!...Sure we'll be there, so get your-self ready…Why? Because it starts at seven…Oh Doyle get your ass up off that sofa and into your suit. See ya." With that she hung up.

Rory was glad to live with Paris as her roommate instead of Logan. Yeah ok, they're having a relationship, but living with him right now was just too complicated. Last year when he was in London had changed both of them.

She has some stuff at his apartment, sure, but she also needed some room for herself, for her reading, her work to finish or just thinking. Sad but true, Logan couldn't really understand why she was so into reading, music or movies.

She tried hard to get him involved in their Gilmore movie nights but he just couldn't stand them. She tried to include him in her conversations with Lane and the band about music and their influences on the whole economic development. She even tried to have these discussions about books and authors and their influences on political actions or their criticism, like the ones she had with Paris and Jess.

She stopped at a red light, again.

Wow, she hasn't really thought about Jess for more than two years, too much had happened in their lives. She knows that he's living in Philadelphia as an author and doing very good business, but nothing more. They haven't met after that evening in his bookstore.

She felt uncomfortable when she thought about that. She couldn't deny it, but she still shivered just thinking about that kiss she and Jess shared. Rory bit her lip while the light was changing

Her mom was already waiting when she arrived at her apartment building 20 minutes later.

"Mom, hey," she chirped.

"Ah my lord, is that you, my long lost daughter? Sorry Miss, is your name Lorelai Gilmore? I just thought you look exactly like my daughter," Lorelai looked at her with a mixture of hope and madness.

"No, I'm sorry ma'am, but I can be your daughter, if you wish. It would be my Pleasure," she looked at her mother with a soft smile on her lips.

"Rory, it's good to see you, but hasn't mommy taught you one thing? Don't offer any woman you met to be her daughter, just tell me when you want more presents for your birthday, I'll listen and then tell your grandparents," she grinned and hugged her.

"Good to know," Rory chuckled.

"So it's Paris' big moment, huh?"

"Well, I wouldn't say so. I think it's a step in the right direction. After all, it's Paris we're talking about."

"Fair enough, but we love her anyway, right?"

Rory smiled at her mother and nodded.

"Ok, so are we going to be on the list?"

"Sure, well I hope so, maybe she already called to put us off."

"Oh boy, so why haven't you called to check?", Rory shrugged and looked at her mother, "Ok, I know I'm gonna hate myself for saying this but, Rory there is only one good thing my mother has told us and that is advising us to check everything by yourself at least four times, got it?"

Rory nodded and reached for her bag to get the number. She made a quick call to ask and as if she had known it, Paris had cancelled their invitation.

She explained it to the lady with the lovely bad mood that they wanted to surprise her, and asked if there was any possibility to put them back on the list. While she talked to the woman she waved at her mother, signaling to follow her.

Paris' car was gone so she went upstairs to get changed and put her stuff in her room. Fifteen minutes later she grabbed the black purse her mom had lent her, her keys and her camera and they were out the door.

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At 6:50 p.m. they met Logan, Luke, Sookie, and Jackson outside of the gallery where they were holding their 'Young Authors Award Event'. Lorelai had called Luke and Sookie, to come with them and they said yes; Sookie because she needs a bit more excitement in her and Jackson's life and Luke, well he's Luke and Lorelai is Lorelai.

Logan kissed Rory hello, then Luke, Sookie, and Jackson hugged her. They slipped into the ballroom and as they took their seats the lights went off.

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