A/N Once again i say that i know i should be working on my other stories but this idea poped into my head and i started to write it. I have a couple of chapters done but i figured i'd post it now instead of waiting till i finish Will He understan? because i really want to know how people are going to react. I'm sorry if you hate it! I know it's not my best but i hope you like it anyway.
BG: After Lorelai died in a fatal car crash, when Rory was 7, Chris came to the rescue and started to raise Rory. They lived in Hartford with his parents for a long time before getting their own place, conveniently located between the Hayden's and the Gilmore's places. Rory went to a couple different schools, but after being in a boarding school from 6th to 8thgrade Chris asked her to come back because he couldn't live with out at least a little bit of Lorelai in his life and he missed her terribly. Rory was enrolled in Chilton her freshman year, where she meant Tristan. He immediately showed interest but she hesitated, knowing that he was a playboy. After a year of being pursued she finally gave in and started dating him. They have been going out for about a year. Paris and Rory are friends, Paris and Jamie met when he was a Junior and she was a freshman and have been together ever since. Rory is now a Junior.
Chapter 1
"Honey, I'm home!" Chris yelled, from the foyer.
"Kitchen!" Rory yelled back, playing along.
"Hey kid," He said walking into the kitchen and giving her a kiss on the cheek. "What 'Cha eatin'? He asked.
"Burger and fries, nothing healthy on it what so ever." she said ratter-of-factly, stuffing the meat into her mouth.
Chris starred at her for a moment, remembering her mother, and how she always use to eat. "I love ya, Kid!" he said, thankful that she was with him today.
"What do you want?" She groaned.
"Nothing," he said innocently. "Can't a father just say that he love his beautiful daughter without wanting a favor?"
"Dad…" She groaned.
"Okay, it's just that your grandmother wouldn't shut up about that stupid party of hers and I can't take it anymore! Just say yes, please, it's for my sake." He pleaded.
"Why do I have to go and you don't?" she asked.
"Because I have to work." he stated, straightening his back, and adjusting his tie.
"You don't work on Sundays," she countered.
"Yes, but your grandmother doesn't know that." he smiled.
"Well she will if I have to go to this stupid thing!"
"Hey! You would snitch on me just like that? After all I've done for you?" He asked, feigning shock. "Plus that boyfriend of yours will be there." he said, clearly showing in his voice that he didn't like Tristan.
"Daddy…" she groaned, giving him the bambi eyes that usually won her the argument. "Tristan's out of town, until the 12th. Please don't make me go." she begged.
"Fine… I'll go with you." he cursed.
"Why do we have to go at all?" she asked.
"Rory, it's your grandmother, do you really think that I got an explanation of why we had to be there. All she said that at least one of us had to be there, end of story." he said imitating Emily.
"Great!" she groaned.
"Your telling me."
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Rory was awoke from the world of books at the sound of someone tapping on her window. Looking up she was not surprised to see a set of familiar ice blue eyes starring at her. Looking back at her book, she waved her hand, signaling that the window was unlocked.
"I thought you were suppose to be on your way to New York?" She asked, still not looking up.
"What a guy can't say goodbye to his gorgeous girlfriend with out getting the cold shoulder?" He joked.
"I'm trying to do my homework." She stated, eyes still glued to the book in front of her.
"Can't you take a break. Just one little minute to say a proper goodbye to your beyond handsome boyfriend, who you are not going to see for another four days." He pleaded, coming up from behind her and wrapping his arms around her tiny waist.
"I have to get this done." She replied.
"Please…" he begged.
"Just one minute?" She asked, leaning into his embrace.
"Well I'd prefer that it be a little longer than that, but I'm will to settle for a minute." He said, placing small kisses along the exposed skin on the back of her neck.
Giving up on her books, she got up off her chair and turned around to face him. "I suppose I can allow a little more then a minute." She said, before his lips covered hers. Making it impossible to talk and to think.
Tristan smirked into the kiss, feeling her arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer. "How much longer?" He asked, breaking the kiss for the much needed oxygen.
"Shut up and kiss me." She ordered, pulling him back to her lips. The kiss went on for a couple more minutes before that both were suffering from lack of oxygen. "I'm going to miss you." she admitted, hugging him and laying her head on his shoulder.
"I won't be gone that long." He said, kissing her hair and pulling her even closer.
"You promise you'll call?" She asked, pulling back so she could see his eyes.
"Of course."
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Rory walked down the stairs, almost tripping in her heels. "Argh!" She groaned, sitting down on the steps and readjusting the straps on the two-inch heels.
"What's up kiddo?" Chris asked, walking down the stairs in his tux, stopping at the bottom to sit beside her and tie his shoes.
"Nothing, it's just Grandma making me wear these stupid heals. It's not enough that she makes us go to these stupid functions but she has to tell us exactly what to wear, and how I should do my hair." She groaned again, leaning her head on her father's shoulder.
"Well that's your grandmother." He sighed, and then chuckled suddenly, causing Rory to look at him confused. "It's nothing kid, just sometimes you remind me so much of your mother. Remind me later to tell you about the time your mother was forced to wear a tiara to a Christmas party." He chuckled again, clearly picturing the event in his head.
"Don't worry, I won't forget!" Rory said, standing up and retrieving their coats from the closet. "You ready?"
"As ready as I will ever be," He groaned getting up off the steps.
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As Rory and Chris walked into the Gilmore Mansion, they were both whisked off in different directions, both sending sympathy looks at the other.
"Rory dear, you're finally here!" Emily said loudly, ushering Rory over to a group of her woman. "Girls, I'd like you to meet my lovely Granddaughter Rory. Rory these are some good friends of mine."
"You're Granddaughter, Emily?" Francine asked from behind Emily. "I think you mean our granddaughter! I can't let you take all the credit for how marvelous she is."
"Of course Francine, I'm sorry." Emily said, smiling.
"Well its quiet alright, just hog all the spotlight next time." Francine replied, before turning to Rory. "Rory! It's so nice to see you here. By the way your father was talking, neither of you were going to make it."
"Well we were having trouble with some other obligations, but we managed to work it out." Rory said politely, flashing her society smile.
"Well that's just perfect." Emily said brightly.
"Emily, so this is the girl you two are always bragging about," One of the woman from the groups said, stepping forward.
"Why yes, Shira. Can you blame us? Just look at her." Emily answered, putting her arm around Rory.
"She is just beautiful." Shira said, eyeing Rory up and down.
"Rory, I'd like you to meet Shira Huntzberger." Francine smiled.
"It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Huntzberger." Rory replied automatically.
"Oh please call me Shira." She replied, still smiling.
"Excuse me ladies, but do you mind if I steal my mother for a second." A handsome blond boy, about Rory age asked, looking at Shira.
"Of course Logan." Emily smiled, noticing how Rory was still staring at the young mister Huntzberger. "But first I'd like you to meet my granddaughter Rory. Roy this is Logan Huntzberger."
"Nice to meet you." He said, meeting the hypnotizing blue orbs of the famous Gilmore Girl.
"You to." She stated, looking away after a few seconds, trying to ignore the feeling he was sending through her body.
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"So from what I hear, you're the infamous girl who made Tristan Dugray stop his playboy ways," Logan voice interrupted Rory's daydream. After being released from her grandmother's group, she had quickly made her way out to the patio, just wanting to have a few minutes to herself.
"I don't know what you're talking about." She lied, playing innocent. All the while never taking her eyes off the stars.
"So you're not dating Tristan. I wonder how he'll feel about this bit of information," He smirked. He didn't know why, but ever since he had seen her in the party, he hadn't been able to stop thinking about her beautiful, yet captivating blue eyes.
"I never said I wasn't dating Tristan," She admitted, slightly annoyed that he wouldn't leave her alone.
"So then what do you not have an idea about?" He asked, coming up to stand beside her. His eyes trailing down her body, not being able to resist the images that his mind played in his head. Images that would probably get him slapped in the face if she knew about them.
"I seriously doubt that I was the girl who made Tristan settle down," She replied, none of the sadness she felt showing in her voice.
"Well you are his girlfriend aren't you?" He asked.
"Yeah, I'm his girlfriend." She said, still not taking her eyes from the stars. Silently praying that he won't notice the tears gathering in her eyes.
"What, did the asshole who shall not be named do something that made you think otherwise," He joked, noticing how her face had changed over the conversation. It went from peaceful to hurt, even though she was trying to hide it.
She chuckled slightly, finally turning towards him, knowing that he had caught her mood. "Something like that." she stated, looking sadly into his eyes.
Not saying a word he silently slipped out of his jacket and placed it over her bare shoulders, noticing that she was shivering slightly. "Lucky bastard doesn't know what he's got." He mumbled.
She gladly accepted the jacket, not noticing how cold she was until she was covered in not only the warm material, but Logan's intoxicating scent. "You've only known me for the last half hour, how could you possibly know what he's got?" She asked, looking up at the stars again.
"I've heard things. For instance, your grandparents never stop talking about how proud they are of you. How you are a straight A student. You never get into trouble, you never disobey them." He listed, meeting her eyes. "It's actually hard to impress my parents, but somehow, they can't stop talking about how Emily and Richard's granddaughter did this, and Strobe and Francine's granddaughter did that. It's quiet depressing, to not be able to live up to that." He joked.
"Well… I'm not as perfect as my Grandparents make me out to be. After all, I did get a B on last weeks History test." She joked, causing both of them to laugh. "Thank you." She whispered, looking deep into his eyes.
"For what exactly?" He asked, getting lost in her beautiful eyes.
"For cheering me up. For making me forget about Tristan for a couple minutes. It was nice." She said smiling.
"Any time Ace." He said, liking the sound of his new nickname for her.
"Ace?" she asked confused.
"Ace, as in you ace everything. Just seem appropriate." He smirked.
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"So, where were you hiding all night?" Chris asked as they walked in their house, shedding their coats and shoes.
"No where in particular," She said quietly, smiling to herself as she picked up her shoes and made her way to the stairs.
"Oh I see, you just wanted me to go with you so that you could wonder off in the middle of the party, while I, you loving father, was being sacrificed to the wolfs. How very nice of you?" He joked, feinting hurt.
"Yes, that's exactly why I wanted you to come!" She laughed, turning around to face him. "And they weren't wolfs you were being sacrificed to, it was just some 'exceptional' woman that the Grandmothers thought you might be interested in." She said laughing harder.
"Your mean!" He yelled as she walked up the stairs and into her room.
