Rating: PG (for now I guess)
Pairing: R/D right now (I know, I know I suck); eventually R/T
Disclaimer: I have nothing so if you sue me you'll get zilch.
A/N: Hey guys! I just started writing fics (I know that I'm not that good). This is just a little idea that I got and I'm not sure if I'll finish it or not. Please tell me how I did and how I can get better. A special thanks to Ally for beta-ing this for me. Thanks!
Priya
The Gift in You
She got up that morning dreading it. Another day of Chilton, another day of people who hated her or just simply chose to ignore her, another of tests, another day of homework, basically another day of hell. Another day in the life of Rory Gilmore.
She attempted to make her alarm clock stop by pounding on it, but that only resulted in her tumbling off her bed, and the grunting noises of the pigs growing louder. Lorelai just had to go out and buy the barnyard animals sound alarm clock for her. She finally managed to get up and went to take a shower.
"Mom!"
"In the kitchen babe."
"Coffee."
"I'm already way ahead of you."
Lorelai handed Rory a mug of the steaming java."Thanks."
"So, how was it like getting up to the to the sounds of the perky piggies this morning?"
"Well for one thing, it certainly wasn't perky. In my pathetic attempt to turn it off I fell off the bed, and now I have a bruise on my head. I probably damaged several of my very important brain cells, which probably explains why I can't remember a thing about my biology test,"expalined a very annoyed Rory.
"Oh, I'm sorry babe and trust me you'll do fine on that test."
"Yeah well, I better get going or I'll be late,"said Rory walking to the door.
"Ok kiddo, I'll meet you at Luke's after school today, said Lorelai. Then with a mischievous smile added, "And don't worry tomorrow you'll have the pleasure of waking up to lovely sounds of the duckies."
**********
Rory trudged into the hallways of Chilton preparing herself for the day that awaited her.
"Why won't you open? You're an evil little locker you know that? You think with all the money we pay for this school they could at least get some decent lockers," said Rory trying to get her locker to open.
"I know what you mean, replied Paris whose locker was almost as bad as Rory's at opening up. "But I figured out this little trick, if you click it up and pound on it at the same time it pops open. But you've got to be careful or-"
Paris was too late at warning Rory, for Rory had already found out what was the consequence for not opening the locker carefully was. Rory's locker popped open with such a force that it sent Rory flying backwards and she crashed into a muscular body. Without even having to turn around Rory knew whom the body belonged to. Tristan DuGrey.
He saw girls as things to be claimed; he saw them as possessions. He had gotten everything he wanted in his life. He had the body, the face, the money, the name, but the one thing missing in his life was love. He didn't open himself up to anyone because he didn't want to get hurt. He had many conquests and all of them he had achieved. He would get all the girls that he wanted and when he was satisfied he went on a search for a new target. He had always thought of girls that way until the day she arrived in his life. Rory Gilmore.
She was so pure, so innocent, so caring, and so full of life. She didn't care about name or money; she cared about the person within. The first time Tristan had looked in her blue eyes he saw a spark in them like no other. He saw passion, joy, love, happiness all the things that he was missing in his life. He saw all the things that he was desperately craving for. From that day on he knew that he had to get her. But she was like no other girl that he had ever met. She wasn't falling at his feet like the entire female population of Chilton. She didn't give him the time of day; she was witty, clever, smart, and simply beautiful. He tried to be nice to her but everything he did was stupid. He couldn't help himself from being a jerk to her; she did things to him without even trying. He hated the power that she possessed over him.
As she crashed into his body she felt his tight chest a surge of electricity flowed through their bodies as soon as they touched.
"Just can't keep away from me now can you Mary? If you really wanted to do this all you had to do is ask and I could have easily arranged it for us. And all along I thought you were so innocent."
Rory was trying to get but couldn't because her foot was caught under Tristan's body. "You're evil," she muttered still trying to get up.
"Now Mary, that isn't a very nice thing to say to a person who so graciously acted as a cushion to your fall."
"I was talking to my locker but now that you've mentioned it yourself I think that you're evil too Tristan," replied a very annoyed Rory who was still trying to get up and failing miserably.
"You know Paris you could do the civil thing by offering to help me up," said a very annoyed and red Rory.
"Sorry, I'd love to but I'm too busy laughing here," refused Paris and walked off in the direction of her first class.
"Are you saying that you're not enjoying the little position that we're in Mary?"
"Tristan, the only time that I would enjoy this little position that we're in is if I was a 300 pound sumo wrestler and could hear the cracking of your bones right now,"stated Rory dryly and finally managed to get up.
"Ouch, Mary you wound me."
"Don't worry Tristan dear," cooed Summer as she walked towards them, "I don't think Rory is the right person to make you feel your best in that position."She lacks the charm and charisma that I posses at this particular skill. She has nothing to offer and she's not even rich; her grandparents pay her tuition."
Rory turned around to face Summer, fire dancing in her eyes as she spoke,"Just because I don't make out with every boy in front of me doesn't mean that I don't have anything to offer. It means that I actually have morals and values that are far too dignified for you. And money can't buy everything; after all it still hasn't managed to buy you brains. And Summer, did you mean possessing the charm and charisma of being a slut, because you do seem to display quite a mastery at that particular skill," and with that Rory headed to her first period class, leaving Summer and Tristan watching in disbelief.
Paris was leaning against the door watching the whole scenario as Rory stormed in. "Impressive Gilmore, but I wouldn't get on Summer's bad side."
"Yeah well that's what happens when you wake up to the sound of pigs grunting and have had only one mug of coffee,"grumbled Rory as she took a seat.
"Good morning class. This week were going to be working on a project involving the life styles of your peers. You will each be paired off into partners, whom I will be choosing, of course. And by the end of the week I expect you to hand into me papers that you have written about what you have observed about your group and the environment that they live in. Anita, Matt, and Dan, Henry, Paris, Tristan, and Rory, Julie, Simon, Louise, and Summer, Madeline, Jack, and Landon. Please meet with your group and try to get started. You will have time to work on this project in class, but you must also find time to work on it together."
Tristan and Rory, it sounded so right, so perfect. At the sound of their names being called his ears perked up. He couldn't believe that he would get to find out more about the girl that already fascinated him. He would get to explore her life, which seemed so perfect. He would get to spend a whole week with her. He would get to see his Rory everyday. Except she wasn't his. She was Dean's. She loves Dean and she hates me. She hates me.
Tristan and Rory it fit together so well, but the look of horror on her face didn't seem to show that. She had to spend a whole week with him. She had to see him every single day even after school. He would find out about her life, which she wanted to keep separate from her school life. He would torment her and make her life a living hell. She was not looking forward to the next week.
Tristan got up and moved his desk near Rory's and saw the horrified expression on her face. She looked like the world was coming to an end. She sat there frozen her eyes wide and cold. And what hurt most seeing the expression on her face was that he was the cause of it. He was the one that wiped the friendly smile off her face, he was the one that made her bright blue eyes suddenly burn out and become cold, he was the one that she hated. Suddenly he wanted to scoop her up in his arms and tell him that he didn't mean to hurt her and that he really wasn't what he seemed like. Then he realized that he could and he would.
Pairing: R/D right now (I know, I know I suck); eventually R/T
Disclaimer: I have nothing so if you sue me you'll get zilch.
A/N: Hey guys! I just started writing fics (I know that I'm not that good). This is just a little idea that I got and I'm not sure if I'll finish it or not. Please tell me how I did and how I can get better. A special thanks to Ally for beta-ing this for me. Thanks!
Priya
The Gift in You
She got up that morning dreading it. Another day of Chilton, another day of people who hated her or just simply chose to ignore her, another of tests, another day of homework, basically another day of hell. Another day in the life of Rory Gilmore.
She attempted to make her alarm clock stop by pounding on it, but that only resulted in her tumbling off her bed, and the grunting noises of the pigs growing louder. Lorelai just had to go out and buy the barnyard animals sound alarm clock for her. She finally managed to get up and went to take a shower.
"Mom!"
"In the kitchen babe."
"Coffee."
"I'm already way ahead of you."
Lorelai handed Rory a mug of the steaming java."Thanks."
"So, how was it like getting up to the to the sounds of the perky piggies this morning?"
"Well for one thing, it certainly wasn't perky. In my pathetic attempt to turn it off I fell off the bed, and now I have a bruise on my head. I probably damaged several of my very important brain cells, which probably explains why I can't remember a thing about my biology test,"expalined a very annoyed Rory.
"Oh, I'm sorry babe and trust me you'll do fine on that test."
"Yeah well, I better get going or I'll be late,"said Rory walking to the door.
"Ok kiddo, I'll meet you at Luke's after school today, said Lorelai. Then with a mischievous smile added, "And don't worry tomorrow you'll have the pleasure of waking up to lovely sounds of the duckies."
**********
Rory trudged into the hallways of Chilton preparing herself for the day that awaited her.
"Why won't you open? You're an evil little locker you know that? You think with all the money we pay for this school they could at least get some decent lockers," said Rory trying to get her locker to open.
"I know what you mean, replied Paris whose locker was almost as bad as Rory's at opening up. "But I figured out this little trick, if you click it up and pound on it at the same time it pops open. But you've got to be careful or-"
Paris was too late at warning Rory, for Rory had already found out what was the consequence for not opening the locker carefully was. Rory's locker popped open with such a force that it sent Rory flying backwards and she crashed into a muscular body. Without even having to turn around Rory knew whom the body belonged to. Tristan DuGrey.
He saw girls as things to be claimed; he saw them as possessions. He had gotten everything he wanted in his life. He had the body, the face, the money, the name, but the one thing missing in his life was love. He didn't open himself up to anyone because he didn't want to get hurt. He had many conquests and all of them he had achieved. He would get all the girls that he wanted and when he was satisfied he went on a search for a new target. He had always thought of girls that way until the day she arrived in his life. Rory Gilmore.
She was so pure, so innocent, so caring, and so full of life. She didn't care about name or money; she cared about the person within. The first time Tristan had looked in her blue eyes he saw a spark in them like no other. He saw passion, joy, love, happiness all the things that he was missing in his life. He saw all the things that he was desperately craving for. From that day on he knew that he had to get her. But she was like no other girl that he had ever met. She wasn't falling at his feet like the entire female population of Chilton. She didn't give him the time of day; she was witty, clever, smart, and simply beautiful. He tried to be nice to her but everything he did was stupid. He couldn't help himself from being a jerk to her; she did things to him without even trying. He hated the power that she possessed over him.
As she crashed into his body she felt his tight chest a surge of electricity flowed through their bodies as soon as they touched.
"Just can't keep away from me now can you Mary? If you really wanted to do this all you had to do is ask and I could have easily arranged it for us. And all along I thought you were so innocent."
Rory was trying to get but couldn't because her foot was caught under Tristan's body. "You're evil," she muttered still trying to get up.
"Now Mary, that isn't a very nice thing to say to a person who so graciously acted as a cushion to your fall."
"I was talking to my locker but now that you've mentioned it yourself I think that you're evil too Tristan," replied a very annoyed Rory who was still trying to get up and failing miserably.
"You know Paris you could do the civil thing by offering to help me up," said a very annoyed and red Rory.
"Sorry, I'd love to but I'm too busy laughing here," refused Paris and walked off in the direction of her first class.
"Are you saying that you're not enjoying the little position that we're in Mary?"
"Tristan, the only time that I would enjoy this little position that we're in is if I was a 300 pound sumo wrestler and could hear the cracking of your bones right now,"stated Rory dryly and finally managed to get up.
"Ouch, Mary you wound me."
"Don't worry Tristan dear," cooed Summer as she walked towards them, "I don't think Rory is the right person to make you feel your best in that position."She lacks the charm and charisma that I posses at this particular skill. She has nothing to offer and she's not even rich; her grandparents pay her tuition."
Rory turned around to face Summer, fire dancing in her eyes as she spoke,"Just because I don't make out with every boy in front of me doesn't mean that I don't have anything to offer. It means that I actually have morals and values that are far too dignified for you. And money can't buy everything; after all it still hasn't managed to buy you brains. And Summer, did you mean possessing the charm and charisma of being a slut, because you do seem to display quite a mastery at that particular skill," and with that Rory headed to her first period class, leaving Summer and Tristan watching in disbelief.
Paris was leaning against the door watching the whole scenario as Rory stormed in. "Impressive Gilmore, but I wouldn't get on Summer's bad side."
"Yeah well that's what happens when you wake up to the sound of pigs grunting and have had only one mug of coffee,"grumbled Rory as she took a seat.
"Good morning class. This week were going to be working on a project involving the life styles of your peers. You will each be paired off into partners, whom I will be choosing, of course. And by the end of the week I expect you to hand into me papers that you have written about what you have observed about your group and the environment that they live in. Anita, Matt, and Dan, Henry, Paris, Tristan, and Rory, Julie, Simon, Louise, and Summer, Madeline, Jack, and Landon. Please meet with your group and try to get started. You will have time to work on this project in class, but you must also find time to work on it together."
Tristan and Rory, it sounded so right, so perfect. At the sound of their names being called his ears perked up. He couldn't believe that he would get to find out more about the girl that already fascinated him. He would get to explore her life, which seemed so perfect. He would get to spend a whole week with her. He would get to see his Rory everyday. Except she wasn't his. She was Dean's. She loves Dean and she hates me. She hates me.
Tristan and Rory it fit together so well, but the look of horror on her face didn't seem to show that. She had to spend a whole week with him. She had to see him every single day even after school. He would find out about her life, which she wanted to keep separate from her school life. He would torment her and make her life a living hell. She was not looking forward to the next week.
Tristan got up and moved his desk near Rory's and saw the horrified expression on her face. She looked like the world was coming to an end. She sat there frozen her eyes wide and cold. And what hurt most seeing the expression on her face was that he was the cause of it. He was the one that wiped the friendly smile off her face, he was the one that made her bright blue eyes suddenly burn out and become cold, he was the one that she hated. Suddenly he wanted to scoop her up in his arms and tell him that he didn't mean to hurt her and that he really wasn't what he seemed like. Then he realized that he could and he would.
