AUTHOR: Cindy Bressman
TITLE: "Never, Never Land"
PART: 1 "No More Pencils, No More Books"
EMAIL: cindy_rella2@yahoo.com
DISTRIBUTION STATEMENT: EMAIL ME AND ASK FIRST. I'm sure it will not be
a problem.
RATING: PG-13. This may not be for it all but I'm pretty sure it won't go past that.
SETTING: Rory and Tristan are friends. Rory and Dean never got back together. Max
never proposed to Lorelai. Rachel left. Rory and Paris are friends. So basically the
Season Finale didn't happen.
PAIRING: Later on in the story it will be a R/T, but for this part there isn't any pairing.
CHARACTERS: Rory, Tristan, Paris
SUMMARY: This will later on answer Dez's challenge. [Tristan and Rory finally
realize they have feelings for each other, but Rory won't admit it. When she finally does,
Tristan goes out and buys a little tiny piano or safe and drops it on Rory's head because
she would never go out with him barring a piano or a safe falling on her head.] Last Day
of school at Chilton.
FEEDBACK: Please everyone. I'd like to know what your thoughts are. See email
above.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of it. The characters and personalities created for them
are thanks to Amy-Sherman Palladino and I'm just borrowing them to write fan fiction to
show how much I love this show.
NOW ONTO THE STORY!! I hope everyone likes...especially Dez since I'm going to
answer her challenge.
Chapter 1: No More Pencils, No More Books
*~* Last Day Of School *~*
The halls of Chilton were filled with many students cleaning out their lockers for the
summer break. Rory decided to skip lunch to get this over with, seeing how the bus
would not wait for her to finish it after school.
Rory is kneeling down towards the bottom of her locker shoving a stack of mostly, if not
all, used notebooks inside her bag. Folders, papers, and other miscellaneous things where
finding there way to her bag as well. Rory finally finished and just threw it in there at the
bottom of the empty metal locker. She stood up and grabbed a book off the shelf.
"Ha," Rory looked at her locker amazed. "You'd think was Mary Poppins," she said to
herself.
"Rory are you," a familiar voice came up behind her and hesitated, "talking to your self?"
Rory whirled around and came face to face with Paris. "I said that out loud?" she was
more questioning herself rather than Paris. "I guess it must just be from the massive
amount of caffeine I consumed this morning," Rory finished this thought in one breath.
Paris stared at her. She'd never seen Rory act like this or heard her talk that fast. Though
she'd take this rather than being enemies. Although despising each other was fun, they
both called a truce – for the schools sake.
"Ok Rory…well I'm going to go now," Paris replied slowly. "I advise you to go to the
nurse if you start talking to inanimate objects," she recommended.
"Will do Doc," Rory slammed her locker shut. "If you excuse me I am going to go and
be early for next period."
Rory walked off down the hall and left a confused Paris. Paris went back to discussing
something with Louise, quickly finishing up the conversation, and both heading to class.
~*~ 8th Period – Mr. Medina ~*~
Mr. Medina had nothing planned, seeing how it was their last day and all, so he let the
class chat quietly amongst themselves.
"Hey Rory," Tristan turned to his right to reveal a beautiful brown haired girl, sitting next
to him, intently reading.
Rory closed her book. "Hiya Tristan."
"I was thinking-" Tristan's thought cut off as Rory cut in.
"That's a good one! You think! Ha!" Rory laughed at him.
"I'll ignore that seeing how hyper you are, but may I continue now please," Tristan
replied to her, getting frustrated because what he was about to ask her wasn't easy with
her comments.
"Sorry to slow you down. Let's move ahead."
"I was think- wondering," he stopped himself and changed his words, "since we've
become good friends and all now…" Tristan paused unsure if he should finish his thought
up. After all, all Rory wanted was a friend…nothing more. Rory was hanging in
suspense; she wanted to know what was going on inside that mind of Tristan's. The
wheels were spinning but no thoughts or words were coming out of his mouth. "Maybe
you'd like to…celebrate the end of the year."
"Oh my god!! I can't believe I didn't get this on tape. Damn, I knew I should've brought
my tape recorder today," Rory almost burst out into laughter.
Tristan was very puzzled. 'What did I say?' he questioned himself silently. "Tape?
What are you talking about?" His facial expression showed he was extremely perplexed.
"You silly!" she giggled. She made it through the year at Chilton, made some friends
finally, and had about 12 cups of coffee this morning. She was feeling pretty darn good
and there was only 15 minutes left in the period, she wasn't holding anything back now.
Tristan eyed her.
'C'mon beautiful! Give me more than that as an answer,' Tristan thought to himself.
"The cool cat Du Grey was," Rory paused to make a shocked gasp, "hesitant! Not his
smooth, cool, confident, arrogant, conceited, egotistical, chauvinistic-"
"OK!! OK!! I get it," Tristan laughed. He knew she was only joking, for the fact that
Rory was an angel, too sweet and innocent, to ever be that intentionally mean.
"Take your pick…I got more," she smiled at him. "I'm only kidding with you kid. Ya
know I * love * ya," she teased him.
"Oh you do eh?" his trademark smirk, which Rory grew accustomed to seeing, flashed
itself across his lips.
"Put your ego on ice for a bit Blondie," she replied to him. "Ok being serious now. I'd
love to celebrate."
"There's that love again. I knew you couldn't resist me forever," Tristan joked. "What,
where, and when you pick."
END CHAPTER 1
TITLE: "Never, Never Land"
PART: 1 "No More Pencils, No More Books"
EMAIL: cindy_rella2@yahoo.com
DISTRIBUTION STATEMENT: EMAIL ME AND ASK FIRST. I'm sure it will not be
a problem.
RATING: PG-13. This may not be for it all but I'm pretty sure it won't go past that.
SETTING: Rory and Tristan are friends. Rory and Dean never got back together. Max
never proposed to Lorelai. Rachel left. Rory and Paris are friends. So basically the
Season Finale didn't happen.
PAIRING: Later on in the story it will be a R/T, but for this part there isn't any pairing.
CHARACTERS: Rory, Tristan, Paris
SUMMARY: This will later on answer Dez's challenge. [Tristan and Rory finally
realize they have feelings for each other, but Rory won't admit it. When she finally does,
Tristan goes out and buys a little tiny piano or safe and drops it on Rory's head because
she would never go out with him barring a piano or a safe falling on her head.] Last Day
of school at Chilton.
FEEDBACK: Please everyone. I'd like to know what your thoughts are. See email
above.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of it. The characters and personalities created for them
are thanks to Amy-Sherman Palladino and I'm just borrowing them to write fan fiction to
show how much I love this show.
NOW ONTO THE STORY!! I hope everyone likes...especially Dez since I'm going to
answer her challenge.
Chapter 1: No More Pencils, No More Books
*~* Last Day Of School *~*
The halls of Chilton were filled with many students cleaning out their lockers for the
summer break. Rory decided to skip lunch to get this over with, seeing how the bus
would not wait for her to finish it after school.
Rory is kneeling down towards the bottom of her locker shoving a stack of mostly, if not
all, used notebooks inside her bag. Folders, papers, and other miscellaneous things where
finding there way to her bag as well. Rory finally finished and just threw it in there at the
bottom of the empty metal locker. She stood up and grabbed a book off the shelf.
"Ha," Rory looked at her locker amazed. "You'd think was Mary Poppins," she said to
herself.
"Rory are you," a familiar voice came up behind her and hesitated, "talking to your self?"
Rory whirled around and came face to face with Paris. "I said that out loud?" she was
more questioning herself rather than Paris. "I guess it must just be from the massive
amount of caffeine I consumed this morning," Rory finished this thought in one breath.
Paris stared at her. She'd never seen Rory act like this or heard her talk that fast. Though
she'd take this rather than being enemies. Although despising each other was fun, they
both called a truce – for the schools sake.
"Ok Rory…well I'm going to go now," Paris replied slowly. "I advise you to go to the
nurse if you start talking to inanimate objects," she recommended.
"Will do Doc," Rory slammed her locker shut. "If you excuse me I am going to go and
be early for next period."
Rory walked off down the hall and left a confused Paris. Paris went back to discussing
something with Louise, quickly finishing up the conversation, and both heading to class.
~*~ 8th Period – Mr. Medina ~*~
Mr. Medina had nothing planned, seeing how it was their last day and all, so he let the
class chat quietly amongst themselves.
"Hey Rory," Tristan turned to his right to reveal a beautiful brown haired girl, sitting next
to him, intently reading.
Rory closed her book. "Hiya Tristan."
"I was thinking-" Tristan's thought cut off as Rory cut in.
"That's a good one! You think! Ha!" Rory laughed at him.
"I'll ignore that seeing how hyper you are, but may I continue now please," Tristan
replied to her, getting frustrated because what he was about to ask her wasn't easy with
her comments.
"Sorry to slow you down. Let's move ahead."
"I was think- wondering," he stopped himself and changed his words, "since we've
become good friends and all now…" Tristan paused unsure if he should finish his thought
up. After all, all Rory wanted was a friend…nothing more. Rory was hanging in
suspense; she wanted to know what was going on inside that mind of Tristan's. The
wheels were spinning but no thoughts or words were coming out of his mouth. "Maybe
you'd like to…celebrate the end of the year."
"Oh my god!! I can't believe I didn't get this on tape. Damn, I knew I should've brought
my tape recorder today," Rory almost burst out into laughter.
Tristan was very puzzled. 'What did I say?' he questioned himself silently. "Tape?
What are you talking about?" His facial expression showed he was extremely perplexed.
"You silly!" she giggled. She made it through the year at Chilton, made some friends
finally, and had about 12 cups of coffee this morning. She was feeling pretty darn good
and there was only 15 minutes left in the period, she wasn't holding anything back now.
Tristan eyed her.
'C'mon beautiful! Give me more than that as an answer,' Tristan thought to himself.
"The cool cat Du Grey was," Rory paused to make a shocked gasp, "hesitant! Not his
smooth, cool, confident, arrogant, conceited, egotistical, chauvinistic-"
"OK!! OK!! I get it," Tristan laughed. He knew she was only joking, for the fact that
Rory was an angel, too sweet and innocent, to ever be that intentionally mean.
"Take your pick…I got more," she smiled at him. "I'm only kidding with you kid. Ya
know I * love * ya," she teased him.
"Oh you do eh?" his trademark smirk, which Rory grew accustomed to seeing, flashed
itself across his lips.
"Put your ego on ice for a bit Blondie," she replied to him. "Ok being serious now. I'd
love to celebrate."
"There's that love again. I knew you couldn't resist me forever," Tristan joked. "What,
where, and when you pick."
END CHAPTER 1