Disclaimer: I own the world! Hehe no I own my characters cuz their
mine.....ALL MINE! Hehe jk
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Rory Gilmore chewed on her pencil sitting at her desk doing a term paper for her English professor. She was thinking about how she was going to get a good grade on this paper seeing as how she had nothing down on the paper in front of her. She was working on the rough draft and needed to type it soon seeing as how it was due in a week. Rory heard the door open and turned around to find her best friend walk through the door.
"Ah, Rory! I was hoping you'd be here. Listen, Jamie and I are going to a club tonight you don't care if you're playing home alone tonight? I mean I don't want to feel like I would ditch you at home or anything." Paris Gellar sat down on her bed and look at her roommate for a reply.
"Sure, that sounds fine." Rory turned around in her seat to face Paris. "I have this term paper due soon anyway. I don't feel like playing party girl tonight any way."
Paris laughed. "Yeah your never were really good at it. I didn't used to be either. Till I become a college girl. What can I say? Someone finally pulled the stick out my butt?" She got up from her bed and strode over to Rory's term paper. "Wow, that's some paper you got going there for you. Prof. Pearson is sure to give you an A+ on that one." Paris hit Rory's should playfully.
Rory looked down at her empty term paper. She knew Paris was right. If she didn't get her act together soon there was no way she would pass her freshman year at Yale. "Yeah I think your right Gellar. I just can't think of a thing to write on Edgar Allen Poe's trials and tribulations, the dude wrote about impaling a cat for god sake."
Rory walked into the tiny bathroom and came out with her light pink lipstick that she never used. She always bought it for Paris anyway. Rory always had been her fashion consultant anyway. Ever since her first date with Tristan, Paris had always come to Rory for fashion 101. Even if Rory wasn't the best at it herself. She still often called her mom for help herself, but Paris never had to know.
She handed the lipstick to Paris and opened her closet and pulled out a trendy light orange dress with frills down at the bottom to where the kneecaps came. "Wear this and Jamie won't know what hit him." Rory winked at Paris and sat down at her desk to return to the torture she put her self in once a semester.
Paris smiled down at Rory. "I owe you one Gilmore." Rory just nodded her head as her pencil scribbled away. 20 minutes later Paris retreated from the bathroom fully made up. Rory turned around to face her and nodded.
"Paris you look great." She got up from her seat and hugged her. Paris pulled back and smiled. "Come on Gilmore, I'm no softy." Suddenly Jamie's car horn honked motioning for Paris to come on out and party, or whatever. She laughed and walked towards the door. She placed her hand on the doorknob and turned around to face Rory. "I'll be back around 1 or 2. Don't wait up for me though cause there's no telling with Jamie. Try and have fun." She waved at Rory and walked out the door towards Jamie's car where he was waiting.
Rory sat down on her bed for a few minutes just staring at the blank TV set. She didn't feel like watching TV, or doing her term paper. Instead she grabbed a book from her nightstand and opened it. Oliver Twist had been an old favorite of hers for years, but ever since she and Jess had broken up, she had come completely obsessed with it. She had read it almost 5 times since Jess departed to California without telling his girlfriend goodbye. She had been furious at the time but now felt as though maybe there was something missing. Maybe Luke had forbidden him too. Maybe he had laryngitis. Maybe..something! She turned to the place where she had left off and let her self become enthralled with the pages of the novel. After reading about an hour she heard a knock at the door. Rory laughed softly. Paris had probably forgotten her keys as she did sometimes when she was too nervous to think about anything else but going out with Jamie. She put the book down on the bed with a bookmark in it, walked over to the door and opened it softly. Rory's mouth dropped to what she saw. It wasn't Paris standing in front of her at the door, no, it was no one else but..
"Hi Rory, remember me? Dodger?"
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Well, tell me what you think. I know I have read better GG's fics but maybe this one makes you tick or sumthin, lol I dunno. But how am I ta eva noe if ya likes it or not when u don't review? So do me a fava and PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review. I wont continue this story if you guys don't like it.
~Becka
Rory Gilmore chewed on her pencil sitting at her desk doing a term paper for her English professor. She was thinking about how she was going to get a good grade on this paper seeing as how she had nothing down on the paper in front of her. She was working on the rough draft and needed to type it soon seeing as how it was due in a week. Rory heard the door open and turned around to find her best friend walk through the door.
"Ah, Rory! I was hoping you'd be here. Listen, Jamie and I are going to a club tonight you don't care if you're playing home alone tonight? I mean I don't want to feel like I would ditch you at home or anything." Paris Gellar sat down on her bed and look at her roommate for a reply.
"Sure, that sounds fine." Rory turned around in her seat to face Paris. "I have this term paper due soon anyway. I don't feel like playing party girl tonight any way."
Paris laughed. "Yeah your never were really good at it. I didn't used to be either. Till I become a college girl. What can I say? Someone finally pulled the stick out my butt?" She got up from her bed and strode over to Rory's term paper. "Wow, that's some paper you got going there for you. Prof. Pearson is sure to give you an A+ on that one." Paris hit Rory's should playfully.
Rory looked down at her empty term paper. She knew Paris was right. If she didn't get her act together soon there was no way she would pass her freshman year at Yale. "Yeah I think your right Gellar. I just can't think of a thing to write on Edgar Allen Poe's trials and tribulations, the dude wrote about impaling a cat for god sake."
Rory walked into the tiny bathroom and came out with her light pink lipstick that she never used. She always bought it for Paris anyway. Rory always had been her fashion consultant anyway. Ever since her first date with Tristan, Paris had always come to Rory for fashion 101. Even if Rory wasn't the best at it herself. She still often called her mom for help herself, but Paris never had to know.
She handed the lipstick to Paris and opened her closet and pulled out a trendy light orange dress with frills down at the bottom to where the kneecaps came. "Wear this and Jamie won't know what hit him." Rory winked at Paris and sat down at her desk to return to the torture she put her self in once a semester.
Paris smiled down at Rory. "I owe you one Gilmore." Rory just nodded her head as her pencil scribbled away. 20 minutes later Paris retreated from the bathroom fully made up. Rory turned around to face her and nodded.
"Paris you look great." She got up from her seat and hugged her. Paris pulled back and smiled. "Come on Gilmore, I'm no softy." Suddenly Jamie's car horn honked motioning for Paris to come on out and party, or whatever. She laughed and walked towards the door. She placed her hand on the doorknob and turned around to face Rory. "I'll be back around 1 or 2. Don't wait up for me though cause there's no telling with Jamie. Try and have fun." She waved at Rory and walked out the door towards Jamie's car where he was waiting.
Rory sat down on her bed for a few minutes just staring at the blank TV set. She didn't feel like watching TV, or doing her term paper. Instead she grabbed a book from her nightstand and opened it. Oliver Twist had been an old favorite of hers for years, but ever since she and Jess had broken up, she had come completely obsessed with it. She had read it almost 5 times since Jess departed to California without telling his girlfriend goodbye. She had been furious at the time but now felt as though maybe there was something missing. Maybe Luke had forbidden him too. Maybe he had laryngitis. Maybe..something! She turned to the place where she had left off and let her self become enthralled with the pages of the novel. After reading about an hour she heard a knock at the door. Rory laughed softly. Paris had probably forgotten her keys as she did sometimes when she was too nervous to think about anything else but going out with Jamie. She put the book down on the bed with a bookmark in it, walked over to the door and opened it softly. Rory's mouth dropped to what she saw. It wasn't Paris standing in front of her at the door, no, it was no one else but..
"Hi Rory, remember me? Dodger?"
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Well, tell me what you think. I know I have read better GG's fics but maybe this one makes you tick or sumthin, lol I dunno. But how am I ta eva noe if ya likes it or not when u don't review? So do me a fava and PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review. I wont continue this story if you guys don't like it.
~Becka