Author's Note: Hi everyone! This is my first fan fiction ever. I've been reading fan fics for a while now and I thought that maybe I should get in there and see how it is on the other side of things. I'll appreciate all reviews, good, and bad because I do want to improve my writing. Thanks for taking the time to check this out and I hope you enjoy it. )
"Yes ma'am"
"Paris! I'll see you later, I've gotta go finish this story and hand it in tonight. I'll see you later for dinner!" Rory Gilmore pulls on her simple, brown sweater as she heads out the door of her dorm room on her way to Yale's student run newspaper.
"Rory! Wait! I ca—"
"Sorry, Paris but I gotta go. We'll talk about it later!"
"But I can't—"
Paris heaves a sigh of frustration as Rory slams the door shut behind her. "I can't make myself heard with that girl, and I'm Paris frikkin' Gellar."
..........
Rory rushes into the newspaper office and plops down into her chair and starts to furiously type in her story.
"Rory."
"Doyle, hi."
"Don't give me that smile, Gilmore. Your story's late."
"Well, not technically. You see, the newspaper doesn't print until 9 tonight and I can get this done if I just—"
"I very well know what time we go to the printers, Rory, since I am editor and all."
Rory's smile falters as Doyle's eyes start to get smaller and smaller and his lips get thinner and thinner.
"This isn't the first time that you've done this, Rory. You were supposed to hand in your story two hours ago."
"I know, I know. I'm sorry, it's just that I've got so much to do and—"
"That's exactly the problem. You have TOO much to do. Give it a rest, Rory. You've been working too hard. It's your second year here. Don't ruin it by working yourself to the ground."
"No, I'm fine, really. I can handle it."
"I'm sure you can, Rory. I'm just not sure if I can. I need things handed in on time because I've got to get out of here too, you know."
"Doyle, please. This will never happen again."
"Rory, you're a good writer. But I'm going to have to let you go for now."
"What? No! Doyle, I promise that this is the last time. I'll do everything you want me to. I'll live in this office, I'll get you coffee, I'll—"
Doyle smiled an amused smile. "I'll gladly have you back on the team after you've taken some time off. Trust me. This is going to be better in the long run. Go home Rory. I'll see you in two weeks."
..........
"Paris! You won't believe what happened! Doyle took me off the newspaper! I mean, he fired me! Well, not really fire, fire but you know, like, let me go! Well, he let me go because I wasn't doing a great job, sure, so is that firing? He even told me that I was a "good" writer. He never dishes out compliments. And then he just...let me go! Can you imagine--? Paris? Hello!" Rory stared around their darkened room and realized that no one was home. She plops down on the sofa and takes out her phone.
Lorelai answers on the fifth ring, "Hi there, sweetie."
"Hey."
"You sound glum."
"I'm having a crappy day."
"Tell mama all about it. I've got my chips and dip ready."
"I'm glad that you see my life as some kind of entertainment for your amusement."
"That's why I had you, kiddo."
"Mom."
"Alright, child of mine. I'm listening."
Rory smiled. "Well, Dr. Crane..."
..........
Two weeks later.
"Hey, Doyle," Rory smiles hesitantly at the editor.
"Rory! Glad to see you! What have you been doing these past two weeks?"
Rory looks confused. "Well, nothing. I—"
"Good! You can get right to work then. Glad to have you back on board." Doyle gives Rory an encouraging pat on the back and walks away.
Rory smiles. Doyle was right. I needed those two weeks off. I had too much on my plate and I just needed to clear my head.
Rory starts to walk towards her desk only to find someone already sitting in her chair. Her chair. Her swivly chair. Her comfortable, swivly chair. Someone is using her computer while sitting on her chair. Some...blonde.