Title: Love's Last Chance
Summary: This story is a crossover between Gilmore Girls & one of my favorite movies, Excess Baggage. Paris Gellar is a rich, 16 year old girl, going to the best school and trying to do anything to prove to herself that her mother loves her. Tristan Dugray is a 20 year old man following the wrong paths in life. Can they save each other? Paris/Tristan
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that has to do with Gilmore Girls or Excess Baggage. The quote at the beginning of this story is by Robert Herrick.
Give me a kiss, add to that kiss a score;
Then to that twenty, add a hundred more:
A thousand to that hundred: so kiss on,
To make that thousand up a million.
Treble that million, and when that is done,
Let's kiss afresh, as when we first begun.
Robert Herrick
Paris Gellar sat in class, pulling unconsciously at her tight french braid as Mr. Medina explained the weekend assignment. Her best friend, Rory Gilmore was sitting directly behind her taking notes furiously. Paris stared at Mr. Medina thinking back on the short time that Rory's mother, Loralie had dated Mr. Medina. Paris's mother was too prim and proper to date a teacher. Yes, Mrs. Eliza Gellar would think that a teacher was below her but the truth was Mr. Medina was too good for Eliza Gellar. An angry look came to Paris's face as she remembered when her father, Kevin Gellar had left them. Paris's father had been the perfect man for Eliza. He was responsible, rich, handsome and willing to pay Eliza any amount to make sure he would never have to talk to or see his daughter again. Dear old dad had been so concerned about Paris's reputation that he had moved as far a way as he possibly could.
A hand on Paris's shoulder made her jump and she looked up to see Rory standing beside her.
Rory stared down at her friend, completely aware of the confused look on her friend's face. Like everyday, in every class, Paris was lost in her own thoughts again and Rory knew exactly what the other girl was thinking.
"The bell rang," Rory said, recieving a look of acknowledgement from Paris. Paris followed Rory out of class and down the hall to their lockers.
"Thinking about your parents again?" Rory asked as she tried her locker combination once without any success. Paris glanced at Rory, a look of annoyance coming to her face that Rory had come to expect from Paris.
"Sometimes I wish you didn't know me so well," Paris said, hitting her locker with the palm of hand to make it open. Rory stared in amazement at Paris's open locker before trying her combination again.
"Okay. Change of subject," Rory said, finally opening her locker, "how do you make sure you get that locker every year?"
"I break into Headmaster Charleston's office," Paris said, making Rory stare at her in shock, "just once, every year." Paris flashed a smile at Rory before turning away and making her way down the hall toward the front entrance of the school.
Tristan Dugray opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling in the hotel room he was staying in. Just one more car. That's all he needed and then he could leave the country. He already knew what he wanted to do. He was going to go to Cancun and open a little surf shop right by the ocean and spend the rest of his life relaxing and soaking up the sun. His eyes sparkled as he remembered the car he had seen earlier that day, a cherry red porche. It was, of course the car he was looking for. He smiled when he remembered the rich, blonde girl who had gotten out of the car. She had to be around sixteen years old. Her hair had been braided so tight that he thought she probably had a headache. She was cute though. The uniform that she wore was just like the uniforms on all the other girls walking toward the school but she stood out.
Tristan sat up quickly and ran his fingers through his hair as he reached around in the dark room for his muscle shirt. He couldn't let his mind wander when he had a job to do. Tristan quickly took out the small piece of paper with the girls address and name on it.
Paris Gellar
117 Magnolia Drive
Hartford, Connecticut
"Sorry, Paris," Tristan said, smiling as he made his way out the door of the hotel room.
Thanks for reading my story. Please let me know your honest opinions.
Lisa