Hey guys! Ok I just thought id better explain a few things before we
start... Firstly im Australian so that means that some of the ways that I
write and explain things might be a little different to what people may be
used to. I mean when im sitting there watching one of the conversations
between Rory and Lorelai it just blows me away! there is no way I would
ever be able to manage a witty and fastly flowing conversation the way they
seem to so that means that there is no way I could ever be able to write a
fanfiction story with conversation like that either.. so im appologising
now if my written dialouge is a little different to the shows, but i will
try my best to keep the characters in context.
The second thing is that living in Australia means that we are usually about a series behind America in most shows. So my stuff wont be written about the most recent goings on in Gilmore Girl land! As I am a reformed spoiler junkie im trying to stay on the straight and narrow!
Okies thanx for listening! and now on with the show! ;O)
Rushing Nowhere
There were people all around, shaking his hand, slapping him on the back, welcoming him back home. It seemed like every single person who happened to be in the hall upon his arrival wanted their turn in acknowledging his return. Rory stretched on weary legs to see over the tall bobbing heads but couldn't manage to catch another glimpse of the fair haired god who had haunted her dreams for so long now, she couldn't remember a day when secretly pinning for him wasn't a part of her daily routine. Glancing to her right it was evident that this commotion had also registered with Paris, as she too waited in hope of finally seeing whether the young man that had stepped into the hallway seconds earlier was real or just a myth.
Rory sighed as the minutes ticked by and there was still no sighting of him, and she felt her adrenaline ebb and return her body back to its normal state of utter exhaustion as she noticed the crowd begin to drift into their own groups and continue down the hallway. Turning back towards her locker, she gave up any hope of seeing him as she realised he must have continued down the hall with the dispersing crowd. After all, she scolded herself, where else would he have preferred to have spent his first day back at Chilton? With his friends or with the girl who had spent most of their time together reminding him of how unworthy of her time he actually was! Frowning at this, Rory slammed her locker door shut and shifted her books, pausing for a moment to close her eyes and take in a deep calming breath. Today had been a very long day. She was really starting to feel the effects of the seemingly endless lessons of the seemingly endless and tiring year it had been at Chilton. Concluding that this, plus the fact that there was a total lack of caffeine left in her system, was the very reason that she felt the sudden onslaught of emotion at seeing him stride through Chiltons doors again, Rory slowly let go her breath and began to plan a quick getaway to the safety of Lukes diner where her mother and Jessie would be waiting. She was distractedly checking the lock on her locker and re arranging her books while planning to make said getaway, when she felt a presence behind her and a set of strong hands come to rest softly on her shoulders. Freezing, Rory felt the ticklish whisper of warm breath on her neck as Tristan leaned in closer and murmmured the words, "Hey Mary"...
The second thing is that living in Australia means that we are usually about a series behind America in most shows. So my stuff wont be written about the most recent goings on in Gilmore Girl land! As I am a reformed spoiler junkie im trying to stay on the straight and narrow!
Okies thanx for listening! and now on with the show! ;O)
Rushing Nowhere
There were people all around, shaking his hand, slapping him on the back, welcoming him back home. It seemed like every single person who happened to be in the hall upon his arrival wanted their turn in acknowledging his return. Rory stretched on weary legs to see over the tall bobbing heads but couldn't manage to catch another glimpse of the fair haired god who had haunted her dreams for so long now, she couldn't remember a day when secretly pinning for him wasn't a part of her daily routine. Glancing to her right it was evident that this commotion had also registered with Paris, as she too waited in hope of finally seeing whether the young man that had stepped into the hallway seconds earlier was real or just a myth.
Rory sighed as the minutes ticked by and there was still no sighting of him, and she felt her adrenaline ebb and return her body back to its normal state of utter exhaustion as she noticed the crowd begin to drift into their own groups and continue down the hallway. Turning back towards her locker, she gave up any hope of seeing him as she realised he must have continued down the hall with the dispersing crowd. After all, she scolded herself, where else would he have preferred to have spent his first day back at Chilton? With his friends or with the girl who had spent most of their time together reminding him of how unworthy of her time he actually was! Frowning at this, Rory slammed her locker door shut and shifted her books, pausing for a moment to close her eyes and take in a deep calming breath. Today had been a very long day. She was really starting to feel the effects of the seemingly endless lessons of the seemingly endless and tiring year it had been at Chilton. Concluding that this, plus the fact that there was a total lack of caffeine left in her system, was the very reason that she felt the sudden onslaught of emotion at seeing him stride through Chiltons doors again, Rory slowly let go her breath and began to plan a quick getaway to the safety of Lukes diner where her mother and Jessie would be waiting. She was distractedly checking the lock on her locker and re arranging her books while planning to make said getaway, when she felt a presence behind her and a set of strong hands come to rest softly on her shoulders. Freezing, Rory felt the ticklish whisper of warm breath on her neck as Tristan leaned in closer and murmmured the words, "Hey Mary"...