For all those who reviewed, thank you so much! The prologue and the first chapter were to kind of set up the story. Now we're getting into the juicy stuff! I don't think there's going to be many chapters left. Maybe just the party, and then right afterwards. I might do a sequel though. Wait, now I'm rambling, and that's not a good thing. So, I don't own anything (duh) and on with the show! ((Story))
Rory's mind had been going at least a mile a minute since her mother announced the party at grandmas. She had no idea what to wear and her mother's suggestions of the ever-sexier outfit were going to have to stop. Rory must have gone through every single thing she owned, twice, and her room certainly looked it. Everything that had been so nicely packed away in her boxes from Harvard was strewn all across everything. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that Rory had an overhead light, the room would be pitch black, because the desk lamp had a bright yellow sweater, two pair of denim cut-off's, and a black mini skirt on top of it.
As Rory sighed for what felt like the bajillion-th time since she'd been home (a mere two hours ago) and examined her figure in her full-length mirror, Lorelai walked into the room. "Honey, stop all you're doing and turn around." Lorelai uttered as she picked off the black mini skirt in disgust. "I've solved all your wardrobe problems, and believe me, he WON'T be able to resist you." In her hand, Lorelai held a pale green turtle neck sweater and a black corduroy pencil skirt. On the floor beside Lorelai was a pair of hooker boots, for lack of a better term. The boots were knee high and had a zip all the way up the side. On the outside of each was an emerald green accent shaped like a heart, placed directly onto the side of the heel.
Rory let out the breath she wasn't aware she had been holding, and squealed. "This is great, mom. He'll love me!" "Now how do I make it look Christmas-y?" she asked.
"By wearing those gorgeous red dangly earrings you got last week, and that ruby red necklace in the shape of a snowflake that grandma gave you last year." Rory was shocked by her mother's vast knowledge of fashion. Okay, well maybe shocked wasn't the word, but she was eternally grateful, and she let her mother know it, too.
"O-M-Gosh mom! You're the greatest thing ever!" Rory exclaimed as she tackled her mother into the pile of clothes that covered her bed completely.
"Yes well, the greatest thing ever needs room to breathe sweetie. And I'm sure that Luke will be thrilled to hear that I have surpassed his coffee on your favorite things list." Choked Lorelai.
"You wouldn't?" Rory cried, shocked.
"I would. In fact, I will." Lorelai stated victoriously.
A fter all the bickering was finished, Lorelai ushered Rory into the shower, reminding her that she only had 1 hour to complete her look, which earned a gasp and a run from the youngest Lorelai.
An hour and a half later, both Lorelais were finished completely styling their outfits and heading toward Hartford. "Great mom. We're going to be late. How is it that I was finished before you, when you were halfway through by the time I even started?" Rory asked incredulously.
"Maybe it's because it takes longer for mommy to look beautiful?" The elder Gilmore offered feebly. "And besides now you get to make a grand entrance and Tristan will be sure to see you the moment you step in the door."
"You planned this! I can't believe you. O wait, yes I can, because you are your mother's child." Rory spat.
"How could you compare your mother, your bearer, to that evil, evil woman? I can't believe that such a thought would cross your mind? And besides, my mother could never come up with something this good." Lorelai snorted.
The two fell into an easy silence and Rory looked for a good radio station. Eventually, she found a country one she liked (a.n. I know country music was not ever mentioned in the show, but Kenny Chesney's song is what gave me the inspiration for this story, so… there ya go.) and settled in. The only sound that ever came from either of the girls' mouths was an occasional refrain of Honky-tonk Badonkadonk or Before He Cheats. As they pulled into the driveway, Kenny Chesney's You Save Me was just ending.
In Hartford
Tristan DuGray hadn't always been a country music kind of boy, but North Carolina had changed him. Now, you couldn't get him to listen to anything else. From Taylor Swift (yes, he liked Tim McGraw), to Trace Atkins, Chilton's King was now a Southern hottie. The second he got to his room to get ready for this party he'd been roped into, he found the only Country Station in Hartford and proceeded to get into his penguin suit.
If anyone had been looking in Tristan's second story window as he got ready for the party that night, they would have been greeted with a hilarious sight. As Honky-tonk Badonkadonk played through his speakers, Tristan was trying to "keep that perfect rhythm make me swing along", but he was failing, colossally, as he hopped on one foot trying to get dressed at the same time. When Before He Cheats came through the apparatus, Tristan was just getting in his truck (he had brought it with him from NC) with his grandfather. He made the short drive across town per his grandfather's directions. Wait, he recognized this house…
3 Roscette29 I hate to leave you hanging like this, but I know I would rather shorter updates sooner than longer updates farther apart. If this is just me, feel free to tell me, and I will update less frequently, but with longer chapters. Once I get a story, I tend to write fast anyway. I think I see a pretty little review button that needs some love.
