Rating: PG-13
Paring: R/T eventually (I'm working on it); Rory/Paris are on friendish terms; established relationship for L/L
Disclaimer: If I actually owned CMM I would not be writing fantasies but instead making them real. lol
A/N: Lookie here, now what have we got ourselves? A new chapter, yay! This chapter is filled with Troryness. Thank you so much for the reviews. They are the fuel that keep me going. Thanks Ally for beta-ing and this chapter is for Emmy! (and for the person who sent me that scary e-mail threatening me to post this chapter soon; let me tell ya it worked!)
Enjoy!
The Gift in You
Chap. 6
When Tristan rang the doorbell it was answered by the butler and Tristan was greeted to the sight of Paris and Rory running towards him like lunatics. Paris managed to skid to a halt before Tristan, but Rory however did not. She crashed in to him, which, made him fly backwards. The position that they landed in was too intense and Rory sensed what he was about to say next. She quickly managed to scramble off him a slight blush creeping up her cheeks.
"Don't even say it,"she spat out.
"You know Mary, to do that, I'll have to bite my tongue."
"Owww…poor tongue."
"Don't worry it doesn't hinder to do what it does best," remarked Tristan suggestively.
Paris was leaning against the doorframe watching the banter between them and decided it was time she spoke up before Rory realized that Paris was still there.
"Tristan…hon, why don't you let me help you up?"cooed Paris sweetly.
"Can't resist can you Paris? But I know you better than that, what do you want?"
"Yup…sure can't Tristan,"replied Paris in a mocking tone.
Rory finally came to her senses. "Tristan, what ever she says don't listen to her! She is going to brainwash you. And she's making me go," pouted Rory then stuck out her tongue at Paris.
"Is she talking about our project?"Tristan inquired Paris. Cause if she is she really has my attention. Paris, pray tell."After Tristan heard the situation he agreed that he would go with Rory to the club."Never thought the day would come, my lil Paris is all grown up. She would rather go to a club than work on our project,"said Tristan dramatically walking over and pulling Paris into a hug and pretending to wipe his tears.
"Tristan, you better let go if you know what's good for you," hissed Paris as he let go of her and she took a seat next to Rory on the couch. "Come on Rory it would be so natural for you to be there with Tristan, and if I needed you to help me calm down, which I most probably will you will be there."
"Ha…natural? For me and Tristan to go to a club together? I'd rather go a day without coffee," she snapped back.
"A day without coffee?" repeated Paris. "You know Tristan that is a major diss on your behalf. Rory, maybe we can work on something here."
"Paris…" groaned Rory,"there's nothing to work out. You know that I'm not a party girl and I really don't want to go."
"Look Rory, I'm no party girl either but I'm still going."
"Yeah, but your going by will. I'm being forced to go. Plus Ryan seems like a really nice guy, and on the other hand there's Tristan. Tristan is a different story."
"Hey!"Tristan protested.
By now Paris was getting clearly annoyed, but she still had one more trick up her sleeve. If this didn't work than nothing else would. She swiftly bent down to Rory's ear and began whispering to her. Rory's eye's widened in shock and her jaw fell,"You wouldn't… you evil, evil girl"was all that could leave Rory's lips.
Rory managed to swallow and started nodding her head furiously agreeing to go to the club.
"Thought that would do the trick,"said Paris smugly.
Tristan was in awe. "Wow…Paris. Care to let a dear good friend of yours know what you just said to Gilmore over there? It might be of great use later."
"Sure Tristan, I'll let that dear good friend know as soon as I see him."
"Ouch, Paris."
Rory trudged up the stairs to Paris's room. Paris knew that she didn't really need Rory to calm her down, it was merely an excuse to get her to stop moping around about Dean. It was seriously about time that someone did something about those two and she thought she might need some reinforcements. She picked up the phone and started dialing the numbers.
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(Rory/Lorelai intercut)
"So how did she manage to get you to budge?"
"Paris threatened to not let me have any coffee from Luke's EVER!"whined Rory. "Paris and Luke are like the best chums and they're even starting a campaign for eating healthy. He listens to everything that she says. He'd be more than glad to take my precious nectar of life away from me. Oh, why did I have to take her into Luke's that day?"
"Sorry sweetie, but whining about it won't help. You'll just have to go to that club listen to great music, do funky dance mixes, and mingle with some friends,"said Lorelai sarcastically.
"Big help you are. I have to go, Paris will probably want me to wear camouflage so I can blend in and not look suspicous."
"The only way you'll blend in a club is that if you run across the stage naked."
"Mom,"warned Rory.
"What? It was just an idea. Ok, ok, I'm going."
"Bye."
"Bye."
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It turned out that Rory didn't have to wear the camouflage print pantsuit that Paris had somehow managed to find. Instead she raided Paris's closet hoping she could find something to wear that fit. Paris had insisted that Rory wear make-up and Paris herself put it on her. But it turned out Paris was not as great as she thought she was with make-up, which was no surprise because she never wore make-up, and ended up making Rory and herself look like clowns. Then Rory decided to take matters in to her own hands and possessing the great finesse that she did with make-up began to work on Paris. She was very glad that Miss Patty had made her take make-up classes. When she was done Paris looked like a work of art.
Ryan had come exactly on time for the date with with Paris. Fumbling with the hem of her skirt she went down to open the door.
"Hey Ryan!"she greeted him then quickly kissed his cheek.
"Hey Paris," Ryan responded looking her up to down.
"Why don't you come in I to go get something. "
"Ryan you know Tristan, right?"
"Hey T!"
"Ryan,"acknowlged Tristan.
Paris started to climb the stairs then stopped abruptly and shouted,"Tristan can you call Henry and tell him that we're not meeting for the project today?"
"Sure Paris,"she heard Tristan's resopnse then continued up the stairs.
When she opened her door she found her room totally annihilated.
"What kind of guy comes to a date exactly on time?" asked Rory brushing her hair swiftly. "The Gilmore Girl handbook says,'If a man comes to a date on time he has some issues or is very sweet'."
"I think I'll take the latter,"replied Paris looking for her bag.
"Hmmm… good choice."
"Rory…since you're still not ready yet I was hoping that you could come with Tristan, because it would be very impolite to keep Ryan waiting. Plus it would be weird with you there in the car; kind of like a third wheel. No offense or anything."
"Don't worry Paris I'm tough I can take rejection," joked Rory but then her face fell at the thought of her going to a club with Tristan.
She knew that she shouldn't whine, but it was really hard. Then she remembered that she was doing this for Paris and she could suffer a night with Tristan for her. She had never seen Paris as happy as she was now and she wasn't going to ruin it. Plus she would be scoring some brownie points in their friendship.
"One more thing before you leave Paris…"
"Yeah."
"You so owe me!"
Smiling to herself and thinking that it was the other way around and soon enough Rory would realize it too. Paris grabbed her purse and sped away before Rory had one of her drastic mood swings and decided not to go.
"Sorry to keep you waiting Ryan, I'm ready to go. Tristan. Rory will be down shortly,"winked Paris putting her coat on.
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(5 minutes later)
"Rory! Are you done yet?"yelled Tristan growing more impatient by the moment.
"Almost…owww,"came the muffled groan of Rory.
"Rory?" asked Tristan concerned, "Do you need some help? Maybe I could button something up for you?" he added smirking.
"I don't need any help from you and stop smirking,"said Rory her voice coming nearer by the second.
Tristan's jaw dropped as he saw her descending the stairs. She looked glamorous. It was only a look that Rory Gilmore could pull off; innocently sexy embroidered with sweetness. Her black skirt swung freely down to her knees and defined her shapely legs. Her black top brought out her sparkling blue eyes. Her hair was curled and gently tumbled down her back. She was natural; simply breathtaking. The funny thing was that Rory Gilmore didn't even know all this.
"Ok I'm ready lets go."
"Wow… Rory you look beatiful,"breathed Tristan. Then with a smirk added,"All the guys will be so jealous because I have such a hot date."
"Tristan,"sighed Rory, we're not going on a date."
"Whatever you say Mary, whatever you say."
"And please don't use my name and the word hot in one sentence."
"Are you asking me to lie then?"he asked going into another room to look for his jacket.
That comment really shocked Rory and words weren't able to leave her mouth. She turned around and for the first time saw how Tristan looked like. She knew that he was cute, she would admit that. But it wasn't until today that she really looked at him. His back was turned to her and she caught herself staring at him. He was strongly built; she could just picture the ripples of his muscles.
'What in the world am I thinking about, I'm not supposed to be imagining things like that!'
"Rory…Rory?"
"Huh?" she was snapped out of her daze.
"You were so checking me out,"he accused.
Blushing that he had caught her looking she denied,"Was not! I was just biding my time till I had to see your face."
"Yeah, so you could make my god like features memorable."
"Speak of the ego,"she remarked rolling her eyes. "Don't think so highly of yourself DuGrey,"she added heading out the door. Let's get this night over with, the sooner the better."
I know, I know I'm evil, but do not fret because more will be on its way soon. Rory and Tristan at a club "Oh the possibilities!" If you have the time and could drop me a line it will be greatly appreciated. Does anyone know any good club names for the next chapter? Thanks!
Paring: R/T eventually (I'm working on it); Rory/Paris are on friendish terms; established relationship for L/L
Disclaimer: If I actually owned CMM I would not be writing fantasies but instead making them real. lol
A/N: Lookie here, now what have we got ourselves? A new chapter, yay! This chapter is filled with Troryness. Thank you so much for the reviews. They are the fuel that keep me going. Thanks Ally for beta-ing and this chapter is for Emmy! (and for the person who sent me that scary e-mail threatening me to post this chapter soon; let me tell ya it worked!)
Enjoy!
The Gift in You
Chap. 6
When Tristan rang the doorbell it was answered by the butler and Tristan was greeted to the sight of Paris and Rory running towards him like lunatics. Paris managed to skid to a halt before Tristan, but Rory however did not. She crashed in to him, which, made him fly backwards. The position that they landed in was too intense and Rory sensed what he was about to say next. She quickly managed to scramble off him a slight blush creeping up her cheeks.
"Don't even say it,"she spat out.
"You know Mary, to do that, I'll have to bite my tongue."
"Owww…poor tongue."
"Don't worry it doesn't hinder to do what it does best," remarked Tristan suggestively.
Paris was leaning against the doorframe watching the banter between them and decided it was time she spoke up before Rory realized that Paris was still there.
"Tristan…hon, why don't you let me help you up?"cooed Paris sweetly.
"Can't resist can you Paris? But I know you better than that, what do you want?"
"Yup…sure can't Tristan,"replied Paris in a mocking tone.
Rory finally came to her senses. "Tristan, what ever she says don't listen to her! She is going to brainwash you. And she's making me go," pouted Rory then stuck out her tongue at Paris.
"Is she talking about our project?"Tristan inquired Paris. Cause if she is she really has my attention. Paris, pray tell."After Tristan heard the situation he agreed that he would go with Rory to the club."Never thought the day would come, my lil Paris is all grown up. She would rather go to a club than work on our project,"said Tristan dramatically walking over and pulling Paris into a hug and pretending to wipe his tears.
"Tristan, you better let go if you know what's good for you," hissed Paris as he let go of her and she took a seat next to Rory on the couch. "Come on Rory it would be so natural for you to be there with Tristan, and if I needed you to help me calm down, which I most probably will you will be there."
"Ha…natural? For me and Tristan to go to a club together? I'd rather go a day without coffee," she snapped back.
"A day without coffee?" repeated Paris. "You know Tristan that is a major diss on your behalf. Rory, maybe we can work on something here."
"Paris…" groaned Rory,"there's nothing to work out. You know that I'm not a party girl and I really don't want to go."
"Look Rory, I'm no party girl either but I'm still going."
"Yeah, but your going by will. I'm being forced to go. Plus Ryan seems like a really nice guy, and on the other hand there's Tristan. Tristan is a different story."
"Hey!"Tristan protested.
By now Paris was getting clearly annoyed, but she still had one more trick up her sleeve. If this didn't work than nothing else would. She swiftly bent down to Rory's ear and began whispering to her. Rory's eye's widened in shock and her jaw fell,"You wouldn't… you evil, evil girl"was all that could leave Rory's lips.
Rory managed to swallow and started nodding her head furiously agreeing to go to the club.
"Thought that would do the trick,"said Paris smugly.
Tristan was in awe. "Wow…Paris. Care to let a dear good friend of yours know what you just said to Gilmore over there? It might be of great use later."
"Sure Tristan, I'll let that dear good friend know as soon as I see him."
"Ouch, Paris."
Rory trudged up the stairs to Paris's room. Paris knew that she didn't really need Rory to calm her down, it was merely an excuse to get her to stop moping around about Dean. It was seriously about time that someone did something about those two and she thought she might need some reinforcements. She picked up the phone and started dialing the numbers.
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(Rory/Lorelai intercut)
"So how did she manage to get you to budge?"
"Paris threatened to not let me have any coffee from Luke's EVER!"whined Rory. "Paris and Luke are like the best chums and they're even starting a campaign for eating healthy. He listens to everything that she says. He'd be more than glad to take my precious nectar of life away from me. Oh, why did I have to take her into Luke's that day?"
"Sorry sweetie, but whining about it won't help. You'll just have to go to that club listen to great music, do funky dance mixes, and mingle with some friends,"said Lorelai sarcastically.
"Big help you are. I have to go, Paris will probably want me to wear camouflage so I can blend in and not look suspicous."
"The only way you'll blend in a club is that if you run across the stage naked."
"Mom,"warned Rory.
"What? It was just an idea. Ok, ok, I'm going."
"Bye."
"Bye."
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It turned out that Rory didn't have to wear the camouflage print pantsuit that Paris had somehow managed to find. Instead she raided Paris's closet hoping she could find something to wear that fit. Paris had insisted that Rory wear make-up and Paris herself put it on her. But it turned out Paris was not as great as she thought she was with make-up, which was no surprise because she never wore make-up, and ended up making Rory and herself look like clowns. Then Rory decided to take matters in to her own hands and possessing the great finesse that she did with make-up began to work on Paris. She was very glad that Miss Patty had made her take make-up classes. When she was done Paris looked like a work of art.
Ryan had come exactly on time for the date with with Paris. Fumbling with the hem of her skirt she went down to open the door.
"Hey Ryan!"she greeted him then quickly kissed his cheek.
"Hey Paris," Ryan responded looking her up to down.
"Why don't you come in I to go get something. "
"Ryan you know Tristan, right?"
"Hey T!"
"Ryan,"acknowlged Tristan.
Paris started to climb the stairs then stopped abruptly and shouted,"Tristan can you call Henry and tell him that we're not meeting for the project today?"
"Sure Paris,"she heard Tristan's resopnse then continued up the stairs.
When she opened her door she found her room totally annihilated.
"What kind of guy comes to a date exactly on time?" asked Rory brushing her hair swiftly. "The Gilmore Girl handbook says,'If a man comes to a date on time he has some issues or is very sweet'."
"I think I'll take the latter,"replied Paris looking for her bag.
"Hmmm… good choice."
"Rory…since you're still not ready yet I was hoping that you could come with Tristan, because it would be very impolite to keep Ryan waiting. Plus it would be weird with you there in the car; kind of like a third wheel. No offense or anything."
"Don't worry Paris I'm tough I can take rejection," joked Rory but then her face fell at the thought of her going to a club with Tristan.
She knew that she shouldn't whine, but it was really hard. Then she remembered that she was doing this for Paris and she could suffer a night with Tristan for her. She had never seen Paris as happy as she was now and she wasn't going to ruin it. Plus she would be scoring some brownie points in their friendship.
"One more thing before you leave Paris…"
"Yeah."
"You so owe me!"
Smiling to herself and thinking that it was the other way around and soon enough Rory would realize it too. Paris grabbed her purse and sped away before Rory had one of her drastic mood swings and decided not to go.
"Sorry to keep you waiting Ryan, I'm ready to go. Tristan. Rory will be down shortly,"winked Paris putting her coat on.
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(5 minutes later)
"Rory! Are you done yet?"yelled Tristan growing more impatient by the moment.
"Almost…owww,"came the muffled groan of Rory.
"Rory?" asked Tristan concerned, "Do you need some help? Maybe I could button something up for you?" he added smirking.
"I don't need any help from you and stop smirking,"said Rory her voice coming nearer by the second.
Tristan's jaw dropped as he saw her descending the stairs. She looked glamorous. It was only a look that Rory Gilmore could pull off; innocently sexy embroidered with sweetness. Her black skirt swung freely down to her knees and defined her shapely legs. Her black top brought out her sparkling blue eyes. Her hair was curled and gently tumbled down her back. She was natural; simply breathtaking. The funny thing was that Rory Gilmore didn't even know all this.
"Ok I'm ready lets go."
"Wow… Rory you look beatiful,"breathed Tristan. Then with a smirk added,"All the guys will be so jealous because I have such a hot date."
"Tristan,"sighed Rory, we're not going on a date."
"Whatever you say Mary, whatever you say."
"And please don't use my name and the word hot in one sentence."
"Are you asking me to lie then?"he asked going into another room to look for his jacket.
That comment really shocked Rory and words weren't able to leave her mouth. She turned around and for the first time saw how Tristan looked like. She knew that he was cute, she would admit that. But it wasn't until today that she really looked at him. His back was turned to her and she caught herself staring at him. He was strongly built; she could just picture the ripples of his muscles.
'What in the world am I thinking about, I'm not supposed to be imagining things like that!'
"Rory…Rory?"
"Huh?" she was snapped out of her daze.
"You were so checking me out,"he accused.
Blushing that he had caught her looking she denied,"Was not! I was just biding my time till I had to see your face."
"Yeah, so you could make my god like features memorable."
"Speak of the ego,"she remarked rolling her eyes. "Don't think so highly of yourself DuGrey,"she added heading out the door. Let's get this night over with, the sooner the better."
I know, I know I'm evil, but do not fret because more will be on its way soon. Rory and Tristan at a club "Oh the possibilities!" If you have the time and could drop me a line it will be greatly appreciated. Does anyone know any good club names for the next chapter? Thanks!