"The Stars Hallow Visitor"
By Quick-n-Popular
Disclaimer: All characters, with the exception of new ones introduced, are properties of their respected owners.
Author's Note: I have to say, this is by far, the hardest project I've ever encountered. Gilmore Girls, and its dialogue, is the biggest challenge when it comes to writing a fan fiction for it. Thus, this is my first and I hope you give me corrections and feedback, any (positive or negative). Please read and review, it'll help me out.
Chapter One: Michael Truman
As Michael Truman got off the bus to Stars Hallow, he immediately felt that this place was home to him.
Coming from New York, where he had struggled as an actor, he had chosen this place on a whim and right now was happy with the results. This place, being similar to where he was originally from, Boise, Idaho. Yet it wasn't.
The small town atmosphere was a change and the place had a more local festive to it, as Michael could see, looking at a banner for the Stars Hallow Swap Meet.
Grabbing his duffel bag, Michael looked around and caught sight of a place called "Luke's". The name within a yellow coffee cup was all that was needed to explain to him what was being sold there.
Michael walked inside, where there were two men yelling back and forth at each other.
"I don't care, Taylor! Nothing, I repeat, nothing, gives you the right to come in here and flash your junk at my customers, while they're trying to eat!" Yelled the man in backwards baseball cap.
"You are being unreasonable as always, Luke. These people are here for the Swap Meet and I'm not bothering them." Said Taylor, calmly.
"Well, you're bothering me! Get your junk and go!" Luke then went back behind the counter while Taylor mumbled something and left.
Michael smiled to himself as he sat down at a counter. This place was great.
Looking briefly at the menu, choosing coffee, a young Asian girl came up to Michael.
"Welcome to Luke's, what you'll have?" She asked.
"Coffee, please, and a slice of fried toast." Michael replied.
She nodded, not looking at him, and then quickly scampered back into the kitchen and brought back his order.
A tall, lanky, man went to the window and then turned around to look.
"Better watch out, Luke. Rory's coming with the Marquis de Sade."
Luke groaned, "Thanks, Kirk."
Everyone in the diner hushed and looked back at either the people they sat with or started talking with people situated at other tables.
Soon the door opened and two girls entered. One, who had long brown hair and strikingly blue eyes, the other, shorter and with long dirty-blonde hair with almond-colored eyes.
The blonde was talking at a very high speed.
"You know that those idiots couldn't tie their shoe laces because they'd be drooling so much on themselves and be distracted because of it. They're all too busy to write their damn, single-minded, column on which Chris Farley movie, they thought, was the highlight of his career, than rather typing up anything that'd be remotely intelligent. C'mon Rory, you must see it."
Rory sighed as she asked Luke for coffee, "You know what my opinion is on this, Paris."
Paris sighed and then starred daggers at Michael.
"What are you looking at, Howdy-Doody?"
Michael smirked. It wasn't the first time he'd been called a name for his red-hair.
"C'mon. You can do better than that. "Howdy-Doody"? Talk about a lack of thinking."
Paris' eyes grew wide and she bit down hard on her upper lip.
Her friend Rory, nervously chuckled, "Uh, Paris, let's go. I've got my coffee and we really need to get back to that report."
Paris pointed a finger at Michael; "This won't be the end of this. You and I are not done." She said, threateningly.
Michael raised his cup to her, as in a sort of mock-toast. "I hope not."
Rory escorted her out while she made some inaudible rants.
After that, the diner seemed to return back to normal.
Kirk, who was keeping his head down when Paris came in, walked over to Michael.
"Wow, you handled her like a pro. She's really scary."
Michael shrugged, "I've met her type before. You just got to know how to talk with them, that's all."
Kirk shook his head, "No one, in this town, can stand her. Even my girlfriend, Lulu, shakes in her boots when she comes around."
Michael sighed, already bored by the conversation with Kirk.
"Do you know where a motel is?" He asked.
The Dragonfly Inn, which looked a lot like something Michael would have seen in northern Idaho, was really well-furnished.
Upon entering, Michael was stopped by the front door by a black-man dressed up in black and purple.
"Excuse me, where do you think you are going?" He asked.
Michael was taken back by the French accent.
"Um, I was hoping to get a room for a night or two."
The man smiled an insincere smile, "I'm sorry but I think we don't have any rooms for you."
Michael crossed his arms and sighed, "Ok. Why?"
The man then went behind a desk and held out a book, "We don't have any one dollar rooms here, that's why. I am so sorry. Perhaps you try the bus station. I hear their benches are very comfortable."
Michael groaned. This puffed up idiot probably thought, due to the shabbiness of Michael's clothes, that Michael was poor.
Michael pulled out his wallet and took out four hundred-dollar bills.
"I'll ask again, how much for two nights?"
The man looked at the money and then his whole demeanor changed.
"Welcome to the Dragonfly Inn, I'm Michel, the Consearge, two nights, you said?"
After changing into some different clothes in his room, Michael came down for dinner. Sitting down at a table, Michael didn't really felt all that hungry and decided just to go for a salad and a dessert.
The waiter who took his order gave a look of both surprise and also dread.
Before Michael could inquire about the look, the waiter walked back into the kitchen. Seconds later there was a loud sound yammering followed by footsteps as a woman came out and stopped short of Michael.
She smiled and her rosy cheeks seemed to come into focus as she talked.
"Hello, sir, I'm Sookie St. James, the head chef here. Tell me, is there something wrong with our menu?"
Michael shook his head.
"The thing is, sir, I believe you'll love our wild chestnut compoat and raspberry glazed pheasant. Believe me, you'll love it."
Michael sighed, "I believe I would. But tonight, I'm just not that hungry. All I want is salad and a dessert."
Sookie looked at him in disbelief and then went back to the kitchen.
Going back to her apartment, Rory paused amongst her stepping up the stairs as her cell rang.
Looking at the caller ID she sighed as she answered. "Yes, Paris?"
"The nerve of that guy!" She thundered.
"What did Doyle do now?" Rory asked.
"No. Not Mr. I need-to-take-a-walk-and-forget-to-leave-a-note, I'm talking about the vagabond who talked back at me at the diner."
Rory rolled her eyes as she went inside her apartment.
"Paris, why are you letting this get to you?"
Paris sighed on the other end, "I don't know. It reminds me of something or someone."
Rory sat down on the couch, Logan sitting next to her with his headphones on and sleeping.
"Reminds you of what or whom?" She asked.
"I don't know! I do know that I'm not going to have that little imp have the last word, this isn't over, I tell you, Gilmore! It isn't!" Paris then hung up the phone.
Logan shifted as he awoke and rolled to his side and hugged Rory as she put away her phone.
"Who was that?" He asked.
"Paris. She's on her war path, again." Rory said.
"I pity the poor soul." Grinned Logan.
Rory kissed him as they both got up.
Michael decided to go out and walk around the town. This place was beautiful, at night. As he was walking he noticed, by a gazebo in the Town Square, a lot of people had set up stands and were laying out trinkets and goods.
A huge banner tied up declared the event to be the Stars Hallow Swap Meet and there were various lamps place to illuminate the event.
Michael walked around looking at the various items and was soon approached by a woman with scarlet red hair and long green gown.
"My what beautiful hair you have, young man. Tell me, is it natural?"
Michael smiled, "Yeah, it is."
A woman shorter with blonde hair came by next to her.
"Hey Patty! How's the Meet going? Wow, you have gorgeous red hair!" She said as she suddenly noticed Michael.
"Thanks." Michael said and returned to looking at the items.
"Tell me, young man. Are you here alone?" Patty asked giving a devious smile as she hooked her arm around Michael's.
Michael nodded as he unhooked their arms, "I just came here today."
"Ah. Are you here to stay or are you traveling?" Asked Patty.
Michael laughed, quietly, and shrugged. "Don't know. I like this town, so far."
"Well, Babette and I will do anything to keep you. We haven't had a person of your hair color since Fred Georgio."
"Poor Fred." Remarked Babette.
"So, what's your name, hon?" Asked Patty.
"Michael. Michael Truman."
"Well, nice to meet ya, Michael. I'll tell my husband Morey about ya. See ya, Patty." Babette said and then left.
Another woman showed up who was very pretty, from what Michael could tell, and she tapped on Patty's shoulder.
"Patty, have you seen Luke around?"
Patty shook her head, "I think he's with his daughter, Lorelai. Say, I want you to meet Michael. He's new."
Michael nodded to her, respectfully.
"Well, welcome to Stars Hallow, Michael. When did you get here?" She asked.
"Today. I have to say you guys have a really awesome town. I haven't seen anything this breath taking since I was in Idaho."
"Ah, so you're a potato boy, huh? Doesn't he have marvelous hair, Lorelai?" Patty said as she gave herself permission and put her fingers through Michael's hair.
Lorelai nervously chuckled as she took Patty's hand away, "Easy, there Pat."
Kirk soon came up and walked directly to Michael.
"I'm glad to find you here. I'm really sorry it happened, it sort of slipped."
"Do you know Michael, Kirk?" Asked Patty.
Kirk nodded, "At Luke's he fended off the dreaded Paris. He's a hero to all us weak people."
Patty seemed impressed, "Really? Well, you're making your mark here well, Mr. Truman."
Lorelai, however, looked concerned.
"I think, you better prepare yourself, though. Paris is not one to take things lightly."
Kirk nodded, "I know and I'm sorry."
Michael looked at Kirk, "Sorry for what?"
"I couldn't help it. She cornered everyone there, poor Cesar nearly tripped going back into the kitchen and I was seconds from wetting myself. Paris came in and demanded that someone there tell her if they knew who you were or where you were going. She's probably over at the Dragonfly, seeking you out. I'm not the strongest bark on the tree here." He said, apologetically.
"What did you say to her?" Patty asked Michael, curious and amused.
Michel glared at Paris as she walked inside. And, unfortunately for him, she walked directly up to the counter.
"Where is he?" She asked, glaring back at Michel.
"I don't know who you are talking about, but if that person is wise, he'll probably be in a universe far away from you." He replied, snottily.
"Listen here, frog-man, you are going to tell me where that red-headed back talker went or you are going to love me for the next two hours."
Michel groaned and went behind the desk and took out his book, "He's in room fourteen and he's gone. I saw him leave here."
Paris, impatiently looked at Michel, "What? Did he check out?"
"No. He's gone. He walked out and into town." Michel replied back icily.
Paris thought for a moment and then walked around the desk and grabbed the second key for room fourteen.
She quickly left while hearing Michel's protests and ran up the stairs to the second floor and found the room on the far right corner.
She immediately opened the door and looked around.
"Now. Let's see what I'm up against." She said as she went for his duffel bag and opened it up and dropped all the contents on the floor.
Three pairs of shirts and pants, leather jacket, and a book titled, "Time's Up: Life's Guide to Nothing".
Paris then went to the bathroom and found an opened toothpaste tube, a toothbrush, and a magazine titled "World's Guide to journalism" which was opened to an article that Yale had published.
"Huh." She said out loud, to herself. She then left the room and went back downstairs and flung the key back at Michel and went outside.
Michael was walking into Taylor Doose's store, all the while being heckled by Taylor.
"You know, Mr. Truman, you'll like it very well here in Stars Hallow. Say, where is it that you say you've come from?"
"Idaho, but recently New York." Michael replied as he got a beer from the fridge.
Taylor looked a little nervous, seeing the beer.
"Our town is stringent on public drinking, you know."
Michael grinned, "Well, if I drink it in here, I'll be away from the public, right?"
Taylor looked shocked at him, as Michael opened the beer and started drinking it.
"Hey! You need to pay for that first!"
Michael brought out a ten-dollar bill and slapped it into Taylor's hand.
"Go nuts." Michael said and then walked out of the store.
Behind the glass, outside, Luke was smiling broadly at the shocked Taylor.
Once he was out, Michael started walking back to the Inn when he heard a loud, "There you are!"
Turning around, he saw Paris marching up to him.
"Well, well, well. If isn't Miss. Verbal herself." Michael said, grinning.
"Cut the crap, Ritchie Cunningham, you and I have a score to settle." She said as she crossed her arms.
Michael took another drink of his beer, "Well, that's a little bit better. Try it with more feeling though."
Paris gritted her teeth in anger; "I have no idea why I'm here. Trying to up you would be easier than sitting up."
Michael smiled, "Telling yourself these things must be what gets you motivated, huh?"
"Unlike you, who dresses like a bad Lifetime Movie spin off."
Michael sighed, "Paris, are you hungry?"
Paris took a step back, "What?"
"Have you eaten? Do you feel malnourished? I've spelt in out nice and plainly."
Paris rubbed the back of her head, "I've got to go." She then turned around and then left.
Michael stood there and took another drink of his beer.
I like it here. He thought to himself.
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A/N: Well, I hope it wasn't too obvious on where this was going, plus I hope it's going well. As I said before, it's hard to deliver these characters' voices and their spirits. Well, for me, at least.
A/N II: Again, I hope you all liked the first installment and please review, if want to.
Q-n-P