Okay, here is chapter 2. I was so embarrased to see I left my outline on there. won't happen agian.sry. unless u liked it. lol. in that case....i'll make that mistake more often. anyway........here u go.
"Oh Rory darling! I'm so happy to see you!" Emily immediately engulfed Rory in a hug, flawlessly balancing her drink in her right hand. "Robert brought in your bags but you weren't with them, we assumed you bolted. Well, actually your mother made that suggestion." She finished, turning to Layla. "I hope you're ready to stay Layla, we're sure glad to have you here."
"I am, but Grandma guess what?"
"Oh, hold on a moment dear, Lloyd, why don't you stick to the sparkling apple juice," and she was off.
"Mommy?"
"You can tell her about the dollhouse later sweetie." Rory reassured her, handing another man in a tux their coats.
"No, I wanted to know what that man is doing with the lampshade." Layla questioned. Rory smirked. Lorelai and Luke came stumbling down the stairs moments later.
"We've been waiting for you." Lorelai huffed. Rory smiled.
"Where..?" Rory asked. Luke blushed.
"...My room." Lorelai smirked.
"Were you playing with your dollhouse?" Layla asked innocently. Lorelai smiled.
"No Hun, we were playing on the balcony." Lorelai answered, Luke's face turned red as he grinned. Rory chuckled.
"Mom, can I play on the balcony?" Layla asked.
"NO!" The three of them answered loudly. They laughed.
"Let's go get some cake hun." Rory handed Layla off to her grandmot...no, aunty Lorelai. Lorelai hated being called Grandmother, it made her feel old and Rory knew that. Plus, it fit since Luke had always been known as uncle Luke to Layla since she was born, he even picked out the name. Well, the short name at least, Lorelai had insisted her name be Lorelai, and Rory didn't want it any other way. She sat on the stairs thinking about what had just happened. She had seen Tristan, it was almost like there was no tension for awhile, she could push away the past they had had and just smile with him again, but it wasn't for long. She wanted answers, and she decided there in the foyer that closure would make this all better. She had just decided again, for what seemed like the zillionth time, to push thoughts of Tristan Dugray out of her mind when the doorbell rang furiously, the door opened quickly, and in he flew.
"Rory!" She whipped around.
"Tristan, what? Did you follow me?"
"Well, yes. I ran all the way here. You sure, are, fast." He said between breaths. "Are you sure you weren't in track in Chilton?" Rory laughed.
"Yes, are you sure you were?" She said wiping some snow off his jacket, amazed at the softness of the fabric. Quickly pulling her hand away she took a step back. "What are you doing here, you didn't mention you were invited."
"I wasn't. I just needed to talk to you. Listen, is there a place we can talk? I need to ask you a favour."
"Ummm, I don't know Tristan."
"I promise I won't get too heavy." She eyed him suspiciously, but led him to her room upstairs. "Backstreet Boys? Really?"
"My grandmother put them up when I was sixteen, I just haven't taken them down."
"Sure." He said, sitting her on the bed, and then standing in front of her.
"Okay, what is it?"
"This is going to sound completely insane." He began pacing. "My partner Sam told a client that is staying with me for Christmas to seal a deal we've been working on for a year that I have a wife and a daughter. Which I don't. Which is where you come in, and your daughter. I'm begging you. It'll only be for, like, two weeks. And you're out of home for a few weeks anyway. Please?"
"What are you asking?"
"I must sound completely deranged. Rorty, will you and Layla come stay with me for Christmas and pretend to be my family?" He breathed. Rory sat shocked.
"Tristan, can't you find anyone else, you are Tristan Dugray after all."
"Those idiots won't impress Mr.Crouwse."
"You forget I have an eight year old, she might not know how to go along with this."
"Can't we try." Tristan asked, getting on his knees in front of her.
"I don't know Tristan,"
"About what?" Tristan asked, trying to look into her eyes, but they were pointed down. "If it's about money or work I'll pay you. I'll do what I have to do."
"Will you.?" Rory asked, finally looking up.
"I'll pay you whatever you want."
"I don't want your money Tristan. I'll help, but I want an easy out clause. If something goes wrong, if something isn't right for Layla and I, I want to be able to get out." Tristan stood up.
"I'll give you that. If this doesn't work we'll figure a way to get you out of it. So you'll do it?"
"Yes." Rory smiled. "But you owe me huge Tristan."
"No kidding." The room went silent for moment.
"So when do you want us to come?" Rory asked, taking his hand and standing up with him.
"As soon as you can. We've got so much to do," he paused, "Thank you, Rory." He said, folding her into his arms. He'd forgotten how she had felt. She was a perfect fit. He only let go when he felt her squirm a little.
"I'll have to talk with my parents, and Layla. When will your client be here?"
"The night after tomorrow."
"Alright. We'll be there bright and early tomorrow. I'd better get back to the party. You're welcome to stay if you want." She said, finally looking him in the eyes.
"No thanks, I should go get my stuff ready before you come tomorrow. Thank you Rory." He said, not unlocking his gaze.
"Okay, tomorrow it is." She turned from him and fought the urge to bolt out of the room.
Tish "Work like you don't need the money,
love like you've never been hurt,
and dance like you do when nobody's watching."
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Hey Trish!
What's up? lol. I've got the flu, so I've been writing like crazy. I've posted the first chapter on ff.net under the name finally home. gilmore_gurl911 is my name on there so you can look at it and review. I threw you in a shout at the bottom. Thanx bunches for editing for me. I've spell checked this chapter but haven't read threw it. the laptop can't come in the tub with me which is where i'm headin' so c ya!
Here is chapter 2.........
"Oh Rory darling! I'm so happy to see you!" Emily immediately engulfed Rory in a hug, flawlessly balancing her drink in her right hand. "Robert brought in your bags but you weren't with them, we assumed you bolted. Well, actually your mother made that suggestion." She finished, turning to Layla. "I hope your ready to stay Layla, we're sure glad to have you here."
"I am, but Grandma guess what,"
"Oh, hold on a moment dear, Lloyd, why don't you stick to the sparkling apple juice," and she was off.
"Mommy?"
"You can tell her about the dollhouse later sweetie." Rory reassured her, handing another man in a tux their coats.
"No, I wanted to know what that man is doing with the lampshade." Layla questioned. Rory smirked. Lorelai and Luke came stumbling down the stairs moments later.
"We've been waiting for you." Lorelai huffed. Rory smiled.
"Where.." Rory asked. Luke blushed.
"...My room." Lorelai smirked.
"Where you playing with your dollhouse?" Layla asked innocently. Lorelai smiled.
"No Hun, we were playing on the balcony." Lorelai answered, Luke's face turned red as he grinned. Rory chuckled.
"Mom, can I play on the balcony?" Layla asked.
"NO!" The three of them answered loudly. They laughed.
"Let's go get some cake hun." Rory handed Layla off to her grandmot...no, aunty Lorelai. Lorelai hated being called Grandmother, it made her feel old and Rory knew that. Plus, it fit since Luke had always been known as uncle Luke to Layla since she was born, he even picked out the name. Well, the short name at least, Lorelai had insisted her name be Lorelai, and Rory didn't want it any other way. She sat on the stairs thinking about what had just happened. She had saw Tristan, it was almost like there was no tension for awhile, she could push away the past they had had and just smile with him again, but it wasn't for long. She wanted answers, and she decided there in the foyer that closure would make this all better. She had just decided to again, for what seemed like the zillionth time, push thoughts of Tristan Dugray out of her mind when the door opened quickly ringing the bell furiously, and in he flew.
"Rory!" She whipped around.
"Tristan, what did you follow me?
"Well, yes. I ran all the way here. You sure, are, fast." He said between breaths. "Are you sure you weren't in track in Chilton?" Rory laughed.
"Yes, are you sure you were?" She said shaking some snow off his jacket, amazed at the softness of the fabric. Quickly pulling her hand away she took a step back. "What are you doing here, you didn't mention you were invited."
"I wasn't. I just needed to talk to you. Listen, is there a place we can talk? I need to ask you a favour."
"Ummm, i don't know Tristan."
"I promise I won't get to heavy." She eyed him suspiciously, but led him to her room upstairs. "Backstreet Boys? Really?"
"My grandmother put them up when I was sixteen, I just haven't taken the down."
"Sure." He said, seating her on the bed, and standing in front of her.
"Okay, what is it."
"This is going to sound completely insane." He began pacing. "My partner Sam told a client that is staying with me for Christmas to seal a deal we've been working on for a year that I have a wife and a daughter. Which I don't. Which is where you come in, and your daughter. I'm begging you. It'll only be for, like, two weeks. And you're out of home for a few weeks anyway. Please."
"What are you asking?"
"I must sound completely deranged. Rorty, will you and Layla come stay with me for Christmas and pretend to be my family." He breathed. Rory sat shocked.
"Tristan, can't you find anyone else, you are Tristan Dugray after all."
"Those idiots won't impress Mr.Crouwse."
"You forget I have an eight year old, she might not know how to go along with this."
"Can't we try." Tristan asked, getting on his knees in front of her.
"I don't know Tristan,"
"About what?" Tristan asked, trying to look into her eyes, but they were pointed down. "If it's about money or work I'll pay you. I'll do what I have to do."
"Will you.?" Rory asked, finally looking up.
"I'll pay you whatever you want."
"I don't want your money Tristan. I'll help, but I want an easy out clause. If something goes wrong, if something isn't right for Layla and I, I want to be able to get out." Tristan stood up.
"I'll give you that. If this doesn't work we'll figure a way to get you out of it. So you'll do it?"
"Yes." Rory smiled. "But you owe me huge Tristan."
"No kidding." The room went silent for moment.
"So when do you want us to come?" Rory asked, taking his hand and standing up with him.
"As soon as you can. We've got so much to do," he paused, "Thank you, Rory." He said, folding her into his arms. He'd forgotten how she had felt. She was a perfect fit. He only let go when he felt her squirm a little.
"I'll have to talk with my parents, and Layla. When will you client be here?"
"The night after tomorrow."
"Alight. We'll be there bright and early tomorrow. I'd better get back to the party. You're welcome to stay if you want." She said, finally looking him in the eyes.
"No thanks, I should go get my stuff ready before you come tomorrow. Thank you Rory." He said, no unlocking his gaze.
"Okay, tomorrow it is." She turned from him and fought the urge to bolt out of the room.
ok. there u go. till next time.
review.
ali
"Oh Rory darling! I'm so happy to see you!" Emily immediately engulfed Rory in a hug, flawlessly balancing her drink in her right hand. "Robert brought in your bags but you weren't with them, we assumed you bolted. Well, actually your mother made that suggestion." She finished, turning to Layla. "I hope you're ready to stay Layla, we're sure glad to have you here."
"I am, but Grandma guess what?"
"Oh, hold on a moment dear, Lloyd, why don't you stick to the sparkling apple juice," and she was off.
"Mommy?"
"You can tell her about the dollhouse later sweetie." Rory reassured her, handing another man in a tux their coats.
"No, I wanted to know what that man is doing with the lampshade." Layla questioned. Rory smirked. Lorelai and Luke came stumbling down the stairs moments later.
"We've been waiting for you." Lorelai huffed. Rory smiled.
"Where..?" Rory asked. Luke blushed.
"...My room." Lorelai smirked.
"Were you playing with your dollhouse?" Layla asked innocently. Lorelai smiled.
"No Hun, we were playing on the balcony." Lorelai answered, Luke's face turned red as he grinned. Rory chuckled.
"Mom, can I play on the balcony?" Layla asked.
"NO!" The three of them answered loudly. They laughed.
"Let's go get some cake hun." Rory handed Layla off to her grandmot...no, aunty Lorelai. Lorelai hated being called Grandmother, it made her feel old and Rory knew that. Plus, it fit since Luke had always been known as uncle Luke to Layla since she was born, he even picked out the name. Well, the short name at least, Lorelai had insisted her name be Lorelai, and Rory didn't want it any other way. She sat on the stairs thinking about what had just happened. She had seen Tristan, it was almost like there was no tension for awhile, she could push away the past they had had and just smile with him again, but it wasn't for long. She wanted answers, and she decided there in the foyer that closure would make this all better. She had just decided again, for what seemed like the zillionth time, to push thoughts of Tristan Dugray out of her mind when the doorbell rang furiously, the door opened quickly, and in he flew.
"Rory!" She whipped around.
"Tristan, what? Did you follow me?"
"Well, yes. I ran all the way here. You sure, are, fast." He said between breaths. "Are you sure you weren't in track in Chilton?" Rory laughed.
"Yes, are you sure you were?" She said wiping some snow off his jacket, amazed at the softness of the fabric. Quickly pulling her hand away she took a step back. "What are you doing here, you didn't mention you were invited."
"I wasn't. I just needed to talk to you. Listen, is there a place we can talk? I need to ask you a favour."
"Ummm, I don't know Tristan."
"I promise I won't get too heavy." She eyed him suspiciously, but led him to her room upstairs. "Backstreet Boys? Really?"
"My grandmother put them up when I was sixteen, I just haven't taken them down."
"Sure." He said, sitting her on the bed, and then standing in front of her.
"Okay, what is it?"
"This is going to sound completely insane." He began pacing. "My partner Sam told a client that is staying with me for Christmas to seal a deal we've been working on for a year that I have a wife and a daughter. Which I don't. Which is where you come in, and your daughter. I'm begging you. It'll only be for, like, two weeks. And you're out of home for a few weeks anyway. Please?"
"What are you asking?"
"I must sound completely deranged. Rorty, will you and Layla come stay with me for Christmas and pretend to be my family?" He breathed. Rory sat shocked.
"Tristan, can't you find anyone else, you are Tristan Dugray after all."
"Those idiots won't impress Mr.Crouwse."
"You forget I have an eight year old, she might not know how to go along with this."
"Can't we try." Tristan asked, getting on his knees in front of her.
"I don't know Tristan,"
"About what?" Tristan asked, trying to look into her eyes, but they were pointed down. "If it's about money or work I'll pay you. I'll do what I have to do."
"Will you.?" Rory asked, finally looking up.
"I'll pay you whatever you want."
"I don't want your money Tristan. I'll help, but I want an easy out clause. If something goes wrong, if something isn't right for Layla and I, I want to be able to get out." Tristan stood up.
"I'll give you that. If this doesn't work we'll figure a way to get you out of it. So you'll do it?"
"Yes." Rory smiled. "But you owe me huge Tristan."
"No kidding." The room went silent for moment.
"So when do you want us to come?" Rory asked, taking his hand and standing up with him.
"As soon as you can. We've got so much to do," he paused, "Thank you, Rory." He said, folding her into his arms. He'd forgotten how she had felt. She was a perfect fit. He only let go when he felt her squirm a little.
"I'll have to talk with my parents, and Layla. When will your client be here?"
"The night after tomorrow."
"Alright. We'll be there bright and early tomorrow. I'd better get back to the party. You're welcome to stay if you want." She said, finally looking him in the eyes.
"No thanks, I should go get my stuff ready before you come tomorrow. Thank you Rory." He said, not unlocking his gaze.
"Okay, tomorrow it is." She turned from him and fought the urge to bolt out of the room.
Tish "Work like you don't need the money,
love like you've never been hurt,
and dance like you do when nobody's watching."
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From :
Gilmore Gurl gilmore_gurl911@hotmail.com
To :
iconfuzzled@hotmail.com
Subject :
chap.2 !!!
Sent :
January 8, 2004 2:14:39 PM
Hey Trish!
What's up? lol. I've got the flu, so I've been writing like crazy. I've posted the first chapter on ff.net under the name finally home. gilmore_gurl911 is my name on there so you can look at it and review. I threw you in a shout at the bottom. Thanx bunches for editing for me. I've spell checked this chapter but haven't read threw it. the laptop can't come in the tub with me which is where i'm headin' so c ya!
Here is chapter 2.........
"Oh Rory darling! I'm so happy to see you!" Emily immediately engulfed Rory in a hug, flawlessly balancing her drink in her right hand. "Robert brought in your bags but you weren't with them, we assumed you bolted. Well, actually your mother made that suggestion." She finished, turning to Layla. "I hope your ready to stay Layla, we're sure glad to have you here."
"I am, but Grandma guess what,"
"Oh, hold on a moment dear, Lloyd, why don't you stick to the sparkling apple juice," and she was off.
"Mommy?"
"You can tell her about the dollhouse later sweetie." Rory reassured her, handing another man in a tux their coats.
"No, I wanted to know what that man is doing with the lampshade." Layla questioned. Rory smirked. Lorelai and Luke came stumbling down the stairs moments later.
"We've been waiting for you." Lorelai huffed. Rory smiled.
"Where.." Rory asked. Luke blushed.
"...My room." Lorelai smirked.
"Where you playing with your dollhouse?" Layla asked innocently. Lorelai smiled.
"No Hun, we were playing on the balcony." Lorelai answered, Luke's face turned red as he grinned. Rory chuckled.
"Mom, can I play on the balcony?" Layla asked.
"NO!" The three of them answered loudly. They laughed.
"Let's go get some cake hun." Rory handed Layla off to her grandmot...no, aunty Lorelai. Lorelai hated being called Grandmother, it made her feel old and Rory knew that. Plus, it fit since Luke had always been known as uncle Luke to Layla since she was born, he even picked out the name. Well, the short name at least, Lorelai had insisted her name be Lorelai, and Rory didn't want it any other way. She sat on the stairs thinking about what had just happened. She had saw Tristan, it was almost like there was no tension for awhile, she could push away the past they had had and just smile with him again, but it wasn't for long. She wanted answers, and she decided there in the foyer that closure would make this all better. She had just decided to again, for what seemed like the zillionth time, push thoughts of Tristan Dugray out of her mind when the door opened quickly ringing the bell furiously, and in he flew.
"Rory!" She whipped around.
"Tristan, what did you follow me?
"Well, yes. I ran all the way here. You sure, are, fast." He said between breaths. "Are you sure you weren't in track in Chilton?" Rory laughed.
"Yes, are you sure you were?" She said shaking some snow off his jacket, amazed at the softness of the fabric. Quickly pulling her hand away she took a step back. "What are you doing here, you didn't mention you were invited."
"I wasn't. I just needed to talk to you. Listen, is there a place we can talk? I need to ask you a favour."
"Ummm, i don't know Tristan."
"I promise I won't get to heavy." She eyed him suspiciously, but led him to her room upstairs. "Backstreet Boys? Really?"
"My grandmother put them up when I was sixteen, I just haven't taken the down."
"Sure." He said, seating her on the bed, and standing in front of her.
"Okay, what is it."
"This is going to sound completely insane." He began pacing. "My partner Sam told a client that is staying with me for Christmas to seal a deal we've been working on for a year that I have a wife and a daughter. Which I don't. Which is where you come in, and your daughter. I'm begging you. It'll only be for, like, two weeks. And you're out of home for a few weeks anyway. Please."
"What are you asking?"
"I must sound completely deranged. Rorty, will you and Layla come stay with me for Christmas and pretend to be my family." He breathed. Rory sat shocked.
"Tristan, can't you find anyone else, you are Tristan Dugray after all."
"Those idiots won't impress Mr.Crouwse."
"You forget I have an eight year old, she might not know how to go along with this."
"Can't we try." Tristan asked, getting on his knees in front of her.
"I don't know Tristan,"
"About what?" Tristan asked, trying to look into her eyes, but they were pointed down. "If it's about money or work I'll pay you. I'll do what I have to do."
"Will you.?" Rory asked, finally looking up.
"I'll pay you whatever you want."
"I don't want your money Tristan. I'll help, but I want an easy out clause. If something goes wrong, if something isn't right for Layla and I, I want to be able to get out." Tristan stood up.
"I'll give you that. If this doesn't work we'll figure a way to get you out of it. So you'll do it?"
"Yes." Rory smiled. "But you owe me huge Tristan."
"No kidding." The room went silent for moment.
"So when do you want us to come?" Rory asked, taking his hand and standing up with him.
"As soon as you can. We've got so much to do," he paused, "Thank you, Rory." He said, folding her into his arms. He'd forgotten how she had felt. She was a perfect fit. He only let go when he felt her squirm a little.
"I'll have to talk with my parents, and Layla. When will you client be here?"
"The night after tomorrow."
"Alight. We'll be there bright and early tomorrow. I'd better get back to the party. You're welcome to stay if you want." She said, finally looking him in the eyes.
"No thanks, I should go get my stuff ready before you come tomorrow. Thank you Rory." He said, no unlocking his gaze.
"Okay, tomorrow it is." She turned from him and fought the urge to bolt out of the room.
ok. there u go. till next time.
review.
ali