I thought you'd never ask
Author: Abby (trorychic)
Disclaimer: I own nothing, so please don't sue me. I am just trying to have fun
Pairing: Mainly R/T and P/J, but a little L/L
Summary: Rory meets up w/ Tristan @ Jess and Paris's wedding. They think about there past, and look forward to their future.
Author's Note: Please read and review! I love getting reviews! Please satisfy the crazed author!
April 2011
Rory stepped out of the limo, holding up the end of her long dress. She still couldn't believe she was where she was. She remembered when she had gotten the news like it was yesterday, not 6 months ago.
*Flashback*
"Paris?" Rory said, looking into the face of an old friend.
"Rory?" Paris said, looking up.
"Jess?" Rory couldn't believe what she was seeing.
"Hey." He said in his laid back way.
"Rory, I can't believe it. This is so weird." Paris said, smiling.
"What is?"
"Oh Rory…we're getting married!" Paris said, holding up her hand, which was settled comfortably in Jess's. Rory looked closer and saw a rock on her finger.
"You?"
Nod.
"And Jess?"
Nod.
"Getting married?"
Nod.
"Oh my gosh. I can't believe mom didn't call me. You did tell mom and Luke, right? Because you do know, cousin dear, that they would absolutely kill you if you haven't. Well, Mom would sell tickets to watch Luke kill you."
"Yeah, cousin dear. I called Luke and Lorelai, and I assumed she was going to call you. You two are attached at the phone, you know. Half the time I need to tell Luke something important, I have to call the diner or Lorelai's cell."
"You never call Luke"
"Point well taken." Rory laughed.
"Well, I am very happy for you guys….your perfect for each other." Rory said slyly.
"We know don't rub it in." Paris said, shooting a sidewise glance at Jess.
This caused the girls to laugh and Jess to sigh impatiently.
"Well, I gotta go." Rory said when the laughter died down.
"We'll be in touch." Paris said as Rory wrote her phone number on a little note pad she had in her pocket.
"A note pad? In your jeans?" Jess looked at Rory in disbelief.
With that, Rory launched into the importance of being prepared.
"I get it Ror-" Jess said, cutting her off in the middle of her speech. "We're not in the freakin' boy scouts."
Sticking her tongue out for emphasis, she handed Paris the piece of paper and turned and walked down the street.
"Bye!" Paris said. Rory turned and waved.
*More recent flashback*
"Paris? Come on out, let's see it!" Madeline called into the dressing room at the Bridal Shop in Hartford.
At that moment, Rory came skidding into the room.
"I'm so sorry I'm late, my flight was late, and then I hit all the traffic, and the cab driver was about 80 and he drove VERY slow, even in rush hour traffic-" Rory was cut off by Louise, who clapped a hand over her mouth.
Then Paris came out.
"Paris you look fabulous" Rory said, admiring the slim figure in a fitted but modest wedding gown.
"Thanks. Oh and Rory, I got Louise and Madeline's sizes, but I need yours to order the dress." Paris said, turning slowly in front of the mirror.
"Dress?" Rory said slowly.
"The Maid of Honor dress?"
"Maid of Honor!?!"
"I didn't tell you? Oh my gosh, I have been so disorganized lately." Paris said, turning to face the group.
"Very un-Paris like." Louise commented.
"Thank you, peanut gallery." Paris said, turning to Louise.
"Wait wait wait---for fear of sounding like a broken record, MAID OF HONOR!?!" Rory cut in.
"Yeah…I want you to be my maid of honor." Paris said nonchalantly.
"Oh Paris…"
"Is that a yes?"
"I thought you'd never ask!"
"Thanks Rory." Paris says laughing.
"No prob."
*End flashback*
Rory dropped the material she was holding and stepped aside as Louise and Madeline stepped out behind her.
"We're going to check out the men Jess picked." Madeline said, sauntering off with Louise toward a group of guys in tuxes standing with Jess.
Rory sighed, but couldn't help cracking a smile. She turned toward the small building where she knew Paris would be frantically getting ready, putting finishing touches on everything. As she turned, she walked into a black and white rock. Or so it seemed. Her eyes traveled up the tux covered chest until she reached the face. And that's when her heart stopped. She was looking into screaming blue eyes, that were so different from the last time she had seen them, but totally familiar. She was looking into the face of her ex-boyfriend.
"Tris?"
Author: Abby (trorychic)
Disclaimer: I own nothing, so please don't sue me. I am just trying to have fun
Pairing: Mainly R/T and P/J, but a little L/L
Summary: Rory meets up w/ Tristan @ Jess and Paris's wedding. They think about there past, and look forward to their future.
Author's Note: Please read and review! I love getting reviews! Please satisfy the crazed author!
April 2011
Rory stepped out of the limo, holding up the end of her long dress. She still couldn't believe she was where she was. She remembered when she had gotten the news like it was yesterday, not 6 months ago.
*Flashback*
"Paris?" Rory said, looking into the face of an old friend.
"Rory?" Paris said, looking up.
"Jess?" Rory couldn't believe what she was seeing.
"Hey." He said in his laid back way.
"Rory, I can't believe it. This is so weird." Paris said, smiling.
"What is?"
"Oh Rory…we're getting married!" Paris said, holding up her hand, which was settled comfortably in Jess's. Rory looked closer and saw a rock on her finger.
"You?"
Nod.
"And Jess?"
Nod.
"Getting married?"
Nod.
"Oh my gosh. I can't believe mom didn't call me. You did tell mom and Luke, right? Because you do know, cousin dear, that they would absolutely kill you if you haven't. Well, Mom would sell tickets to watch Luke kill you."
"Yeah, cousin dear. I called Luke and Lorelai, and I assumed she was going to call you. You two are attached at the phone, you know. Half the time I need to tell Luke something important, I have to call the diner or Lorelai's cell."
"You never call Luke"
"Point well taken." Rory laughed.
"Well, I am very happy for you guys….your perfect for each other." Rory said slyly.
"We know don't rub it in." Paris said, shooting a sidewise glance at Jess.
This caused the girls to laugh and Jess to sigh impatiently.
"Well, I gotta go." Rory said when the laughter died down.
"We'll be in touch." Paris said as Rory wrote her phone number on a little note pad she had in her pocket.
"A note pad? In your jeans?" Jess looked at Rory in disbelief.
With that, Rory launched into the importance of being prepared.
"I get it Ror-" Jess said, cutting her off in the middle of her speech. "We're not in the freakin' boy scouts."
Sticking her tongue out for emphasis, she handed Paris the piece of paper and turned and walked down the street.
"Bye!" Paris said. Rory turned and waved.
*More recent flashback*
"Paris? Come on out, let's see it!" Madeline called into the dressing room at the Bridal Shop in Hartford.
At that moment, Rory came skidding into the room.
"I'm so sorry I'm late, my flight was late, and then I hit all the traffic, and the cab driver was about 80 and he drove VERY slow, even in rush hour traffic-" Rory was cut off by Louise, who clapped a hand over her mouth.
Then Paris came out.
"Paris you look fabulous" Rory said, admiring the slim figure in a fitted but modest wedding gown.
"Thanks. Oh and Rory, I got Louise and Madeline's sizes, but I need yours to order the dress." Paris said, turning slowly in front of the mirror.
"Dress?" Rory said slowly.
"The Maid of Honor dress?"
"Maid of Honor!?!"
"I didn't tell you? Oh my gosh, I have been so disorganized lately." Paris said, turning to face the group.
"Very un-Paris like." Louise commented.
"Thank you, peanut gallery." Paris said, turning to Louise.
"Wait wait wait---for fear of sounding like a broken record, MAID OF HONOR!?!" Rory cut in.
"Yeah…I want you to be my maid of honor." Paris said nonchalantly.
"Oh Paris…"
"Is that a yes?"
"I thought you'd never ask!"
"Thanks Rory." Paris says laughing.
"No prob."
*End flashback*
Rory dropped the material she was holding and stepped aside as Louise and Madeline stepped out behind her.
"We're going to check out the men Jess picked." Madeline said, sauntering off with Louise toward a group of guys in tuxes standing with Jess.
Rory sighed, but couldn't help cracking a smile. She turned toward the small building where she knew Paris would be frantically getting ready, putting finishing touches on everything. As she turned, she walked into a black and white rock. Or so it seemed. Her eyes traveled up the tux covered chest until she reached the face. And that's when her heart stopped. She was looking into screaming blue eyes, that were so different from the last time she had seen them, but totally familiar. She was looking into the face of her ex-boyfriend.
"Tris?"