So Happy Together…???
Ch. 1
Disclaimer: I'm not getting money, I don't own this. So ha.
Pairing: R/J
Rating: PG-13…..cussing….etc.
Summary: Rory and Jess are finally back together. Rory has to tell Lorelai what happened when she went to New York. Jess has to work. They are still living in separate towns. CH 1 - Paris rants. Rory has a flashback about the night she came home.
A/N: I have decided to make this a trilogy. hee hee. So this is the third and final part of it. If you haven't read the first two…then click my name and read 'em or you'll be pretty lost. I appreciate all reviews. :D And thanks to DA for being smart and remembering Paris's life coach (Terrence).
Spring break was over and Rory was back at Yale, nothing visible had changed about her, but she was a lot happier and that was obvious to everyone. In fact, when she had gotten back to her dorm, Paris had attacked her with a hug and Rory had returned it.
"So, Paris, did you do anything… fun over break?" Rory asked her.
"Well, if you consider nothing fun, then sure I did."
"That's too bad," Rory said as she dragged her suitcase into her room and heaved it onto her bed.
"What about you?" Paris asked as she started to dig into her bag.
"Oh…not too much," Rory said and shrugged, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she thought about all that had gone on.
"Spill the beans, Gilmore," Paris said looking up from her bag, pulling out a beaded bracelet that appeared as though it was made at summer camp by a 4th Grader.
"About what?" Rory asked as she eyed the multicolored 'thing' as it was clearly unidentifiable from where she was standing. "And what, may I ask, is that?"
Paris threw it at her, causing Rory to jump as the object landed on the bed.
"It's for you," Paris stated.
Rory peered down at it. "But what is it?" She asked again.
"One of those friendship bracelet things…" Paris answered.
"Oh, you made it," Rory exclaimed and picked it up to look at it closer.
"Yeah, Terrence said that I should make something for a friend…and I googled it and 'friendship bracelet' was the top search…it's the latest thing, I guess."
Rory smirked. Yeah it was the latest thing about 8 years ago…She realized that Paris was still talking and focused her attention back to her.
"So, I figured that you were… well my closest friend, but if you don't want it then that's fine…I could…give it to Tanna."
"No, it's nice," Rory said not wanting to hurt Paris's feelings. "Um..." She looked down at it. "It's a lovely shade of brown."
Paris frowned. "It's not brown."
"Oh…" Rory said. "Oh, yes I can see it now… the orange and purple were just contrasting… or something and made it appear brown, "Rory said nodding.
Paris looked at her suspiciously. "So are you going to put it on?"
"Um…no," Rory said hesitantly.
"You don't like it."
"No, no. That's not it. It's very nice, it's just…my wrist," Rory said, racking her brain for reasons to not have to put it on.
"What about your wrist?"
"Uh…it's dirty," Rory said. "Yeah," Rory said nodding. "I haven't washed it all day and I don't want to ruin the bracelet…with dirt…from my awful wrist."
Paris looked disappointed.
"But after I get unpacked and have time to wash my wrist, then it will definitely be going on."
"Okay…so what's with the stupid little grin?" Paris asked as she started to unpack her suitcase placing every neatly folded item onto her bed.
"What grin?" Rory asked as she wondered if Paris had even worn those clothes.
"The one that's been plastered to your face all day."
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Rory said stubbornly.
"That's bull," Paris stated. "Something happened over spring break that made you all happy."
"I've always been happy."
"No…before we went to break you were all sulky," Paris said.
"I was not sulky!" Rory exclaimed.
"You were sulky."
"I was not!"
Paris blinked at her.
'Well, maybe a little…" Rory admitted.
"Yes, and now you're walking on cloud nine. Why?"
"…Jess," She finally said.
"That hoodlum boy who had no taste in books?" Paris questioned.
"He is not a hoodlum," Rory defended.
"He stole gnomes for crying out loud, sounds like hoodlum material to me…but anyways what about him?"
"He's back."
"And you guys got back together?" Paris asked.
Rory nodded.
"And now you're being sucked into that lovey-dovey, goo goo ga ga crap?"
Rory rolled her eyes. "No."
"You know, Valentines Day is just one big scam… the greeting card companies teamed up with the chocolate and flower stores and came up with Valentines Day. 'You know we don't make enough money everyday with all the stupid holidays there already are so lets make a new one, get some extra cash, A day for couples everywhere…a pointless day with no meaning at all. Throw in a naked baby with a bow and arrow and it'll be the next big thing.' And shabam, people cave into it. Gosh what a load of morons there are out there!" Paris ranted.
Rory widened her eyes. "Did you just say, 'shabam'?" She asked, laughing.
"You're missing the point!"
Rory waved her hand in the air and shook her head as she tried to catch her breathe. "No, no," She finally said. "I got your point."
The phone started to ring before Paris could protest. Rory reached over and answered it thankfully.
"Hello?"
"Hey, babe," Lorelai said cheerily.
"Mom, hi."
"So you got home okay, I guess," Lorelai said as she sat down onto the couch.
"Yep, I just got in about half an hour ago."
"I miss you," Lorelai whined.
"Me too…but there's only a month left of school…then summer and I'll be back home," Rory reminded her.
"True…and then you're all mine," Lorelai said with an evil laugh.
Rory thought back to the day before.
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Lorelai sat on the couch looking worried and deep in thought as she gazed at the TV. She was gripping the clicker tightly with her thumb pressed on the down button. It appeared as though she was channel surfing but she really wasn't paying attention to it at all.
Horrendous thoughts were flying through her head. She had found the note hours earlier and had made numerous attempts to reach Rory's cell, but had only gotten the voicemail…so Rory probably had 20 messages from a frantic Lorelai.
She was completely shocked that Rory had gone to New York by herself, without even discussing it with her…and had her cell phone off. The shock had quickly turned to anger which was eventually replaced with worry as it was approaching ten o' clock.
She could have been mugged…New York is not safe at night…or in the daytime for that matter.
Lorelai felt her thumb go numb and looked down to realize that she had been pushing the button for at least 20 minutes. She released her finger and sat the remote down.
She stood up and started to pace back and forth. Why did she do this?! How could she do this?! It's Jess… he's not worth being chased after! And I said that she should tell him how she feels! But of course I didn't know that she'd go there. Hasn't she ever heard of a phone? Lorelai frowned. Well obviously not since she hasn't returned my calls.
The phone started to ring and Lorelai dove onto the couch for it. Speaking of… "Rory!?"
"No Lorelai, this is your mother speaking."
"…and your father," Richard interjected.
Lorelai sighed. "Ah…you have me on speaker?" She asked.
"No, no. We both have a cordless…we're not even in the same room. Isn't that fascinating?"
"Yes, mom, simply fascinating," Lorelai said sarcastically.
"Well you don't need to say it that way," Emily told her.
Richard finally realized that Lorelai thought it had been Rory calling. "Wait, Lorela, why did you think Rory was calling?"
"Is something the matter? Why isn't Rory home?" Emily asked.
"You know I really don't have time for this. Everything's fine. Rory's fine…she's just out and forgot her cell or something."
"Do you want us to come over?"
"No!" Lorelai answered quickly. "Isn't it just about your bedtime?"
They both laughed. "Why Lorelai, it's only ten o'clock, we still have at least an hour before bed."
"Hmm…well it's about my bedtime, so I've gotta go," Lorelai said, trying to get off the phone.
"Well, okay," Richard said. "Good night Lorelai."
"Night," She said and hung up the phone with a sigh. How sad is that? Since when do old people stay up late?
She looked at the clock. It was five after 10:00. "If she isn't home by 10:30, then I'm calling the police," Lorelai decided.
She picked her coffee cup off of the coffee table and took a long sip. god where is she? She took a bus…so the latest one going out should be coming in soon, you'd think.
Rory walked up the porch a few minutes later and paused in front of the door, trying desperately to wipe the grin off her face. She had no idea how she would possibly tell her mother and she tried not to think about it. I'll tell her by the end of the week. Soon….but not today….and not tomorrow. Ugh. I hope she's not pissed. Rory brushed a strand of hair to the side of her face and slowly turned the doorknob.
"Rory!" Lorelai yelled as she heard the door slam.
"Mom, hey!" Rory said as she walked into the living room and was embraced by a hug.
"You're alive!" Lorelai exclaimed.
"Indeed I am."
"So now's a good time for a talk," Lorelai stated.
They both sat down onto the couch.
"Okay, first off, I must have left you 2 dozen messages! Why didn't you call me?"
"I tried like 10 times, but every time it would start to ring my phone would go dead. And I didn't have any change on me and nobody would trade me for a dollar bill…" Rory explained.
"Hmm…" Lorelai said, trying hard to believe her. "So, you saw Jess?"
"I did," She said nodding, not offering anymore.
"And…what? Did you tell him how you felt?" Lorelai asked.
"Yes…"
"Well?" Lorelai asked confused.
"You know I'm really tired…I've been on a bus for all day, it seems….can we talk about this later…tomorrow maybe?"
"Um…uh…" Lorelai frowned. What the hell happened today? "Don't you go back to Yale tomorrow?"
"Oh…well, we can still talk tomorrow."
"Well, okay I guess. Alright…good night babe," Lorelai said and kissed her on the forehead.
"See you tomorrow," Rory said and stood up and walked to her room. She shut the door and fell onto her bed. Oh god. What am I going to say? What am I going to do? She is going to be so upset! But…it doesn't matter….she can't ban me from him or anything… she'll just have to accept it, get to know him… Rory sighed. Maybe I'll avoid telling her for a few extra days.
Lorelai sat on the couch, a look of disgust spread across her face. Why won't she tell me what happened? Maybe…I can hope…that he has a girlfriend or is over her. But I want Rory to be happy…I just…ick. Hopefully it's all off her chest and she can move on.
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"So how is everyone?" Lorelai asked.
"Good," Rory answered.
"Paris?"
"Crazy…" Rory answered smirking.
"Of course, anything else wouldn't be Paris."
Rory lowered her voice. "Just wait 'til you see what she made me."
"Ooh, what is it? Tell me! Tell me!"
"I can't," Rory answered regretfully.
"She's sitting right there?" Lorelai guessed.
"Yep. But you will crack up."
"Quit teasing me!" Lorelai said.
Rory laughed. "I know, I'm sorry."
"So…" Lorelai said, hinting towards the matter of Jess and the explanation that Rory had yet to give.
Rory caught onto this. "Hey mom, I've gotta go…Paris wants everyone to go out to an early dinner."
"But what about…?"
"I've gotta go mom…I'll talk to you tomorrow!" Rory said.
"But Rory, when are you going to tell me about what happened in New York?"
"Um…..Friday…" Rory said decidedly. "After dinner with grandma and grandpa."
"Why not tomorrow?"
"I think it'd be better in person," Rory stated.
"But that's still two days!"
"Bye," Rory said and hung up quickly. She took a deep breath. That was close…so close.
"You want everyone to go out to dinner?" Paris asked.
"Uh…um…yeah…it was you idea after all," Rory said nodding.
Paris frowned. "I never said that."
"Sure you did!"
"You got nutty over break, Gilmore," Paris said as she grabbed her coat and walked out of the room with Rory laughing as she followed behind her.
A/N: Okay I was bored and computerless last night so I started writing. I've got some ideas going in my head. In-character, out-of-character? Good, bad, or ugly? Review please and make my day. :D