Devastatingly Beautiful Chapter 1: I'm classy?, a gilmore girls fanfic

Summary: Oversized sunglasses and a string of pearls around her neck. She's devastatingly beautiful, in a L.A. kind of way...Trory!

Authors Note: So I was just trying to get my muse back for my other stories when I came across a story and decided to use the idea but put my own twist on it of course. Thrown in my amazing skills of wording and phrasing and this is what I ended up with. Read and Review.

Disclaimer: This is for the whole story. I own nothing, nada, zip, zero, okay? Okay glad I got that taken care of...lol. Well okay I'll take that back, I'm in a band and we have a copyright on the summary because it's part of one of are songs but besides that I own nothing. And I'll stop now so you can read the story.

"Oversized sunglasses and a string of pearls around her neck. She's devastatingly beautiful, in a L.A. kind of way," she read the caption underneath her picture, conviently located on the front page of The National Enquirer.

"Great, just great," she said to herself as she walked down 5th avenue.

Opening her cell phone and dialing her mother's phone number, she sipped oh her white chocolate mocha latte as the people of New York stared at her.

Ring.

"Yeah," Lorelai said sounding out of breath.

Walking into the front doors of Saks, Rory questioned her mother.

"Have you seen it yet?"

"Seen what?" Lorelai asked having absolutely no clue what she was talking about.

"I'll take that as a no."

"Sure, take it as a no. I have no clue what you're talking about."

"Mom, The National Enquirer." She stated as if it explained everything, while looking at a dress rack.

"No, you didn't. Shut up!" Lorelai cooed in a voice that said she was proud.

"Mom! Look at it. It's so embarrassing. I'm about to go onto a major talk show interview later this week and now I have these awful things being said about me. Next thing they'll be printing is that I'm depressed and smoking cocaine and snorting crack."

"Honey, you got it wrong. You smoke crack and snort cocaine, didn't I ever tell you that."

"Well excuse me," Rory said getting annoyed, not only at her mother, but at everyone staring at her while she was shopping.

"Well, I guess you should talk to Raquel and get a statement out or something."

"Yeah I know. I was actually heading there after my little shopping spree."

"Oh shopping! Don't forget to remember me. I'm down to a size four now."

"It's great to know you're so worried about your only daughter getting shamed in the limelight," Rory said sarcastically. "I gotta go Mom. I'll call you later."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Bye sweets," Lorelai said as Rory hung up.

She quickly shut her phone, grabbed the dress that she had been looking at, and headed to the cashier while pulling out her MasterCard.

Walking out of the store she was faced with dozens of photographers and the flashing of cameras. Getting used to this kind of treatment had always been difficult but now, there were people openly asking her questions, well more like screaming them at her, all the time.

She made her way from 5th Avenue to The W Hotel, where her publicist was meeting her, in order to form a statement to get released.

"So Tristan, did you ever have relations with Anne? I mean she's a beautiful girl, no one would blame you," Kristin Kunkel asked during the interview.

"No, we didn't. I think she's a great girl, but we don't see each other that way. When you work in our industry, the acting world, everyone assumes that since the main two leads see each other every day for 3 months that there's instantly a bond, a rare emotional connection, and don't get me wrong, there is, but it's like we're brother and sister. Not everyone in this business hooks up with a different person on each new film," Tristan said and picked up the coffee cup that was sitting on the table.

"Well then, I believe that clears up any speculation that was wondering about," Kristin said moving on to another question.

"Hopefully it will," Tristan piped in.

"Okay so are you currently seeing anyone," She asked.

"Actually I am single."

"I think you just gave hope to a lot of ladies across the country."

"Okay, next question. As you know a very popular girl you once knew, visited us last week, and I have to wonder if you were ever in a committed relationship with this young girl, around high school maybe? A Miss. Rory Gilmore," Ms. Kunkel asked.

"Mary," Tristan whispered.

"Mary," She asked shocked.

"Rory, I mean. Yes we knew each other in high school and occasionally talk from time to time; usually we end up playing phone tag though. Our schedule being so busy," Tristan said as to obviously not wanting to go into detail about they're past encounters or relationship. The heartbreak was still new.

Rory walked into the pub, ordered a drink, and sat down on the bar stool as she noticed the television screen.

Ms. Kunkel was talking to famous actor Tristan DuGrey, and she had just started watching at the best part.

"Okay so are you currently seeing anyone," She asked.

"Actually I am single."

"I think you just gave hope to a lot of ladies across the country."

"Mary," Tristan whispered.

"Mary," She asked shocked.

"So what are you feeling towards her?" The annoying little lady sitting next to Tristan asked.

Rory was hoping that he wouldn't say anything to harshly, after all he had the right to though, seeing as their break up of being together for two years, was her fault.

"Um," Tristan pondered, "She's classy unlike the other girls. She knows herself and
she knows she's not perfect, but she spends her time having fun and doing the best with what she's got," he said trying not to in-depth.

"Wow, it seems like you know Miss. Rory Gilmore quite well," Kristin accused.

"We've been friends since high school, I hope to know her pretty well by now," Tristan explained.

'I'm a classy girl,' Rory thought to herself rephrasing her words.

'He could've said so much more. All he said was that I was a classy girl,' Rory thought reviewing what Tristan had said.

Oh well. She had bigger things to worry about. Like getting a statement out about how "devastating" she was.

'It's nice to know someone's noticing,' she thought to herself.