Double Couples: Part 2
a/n: Thank you for the idea to Slm018 and Chandra J87 and anyone else who submitted ideas or thoughts. I mixed their ideas
together, andsince no one actually submitted a story, I'll finish (maybe not) the round robin myself.
Rory sighed. For the 5th time that morning, she propped up the picture of Dean on her dresser. Since they
had broken up, she had refused to look at his picture, to think about him, but maybe just one, little peek-
No, she told herself. He hurt me, and that is just so inexcusable. In fact, maybe a little too inexcusable....
"Oof." Lorelai bumped into Rachel, who was taking pictures, as usual, and not looking where she was going.
Lorelai's eyes were focused on Dean, ex-convict/boyfriend/evil boy/heartbreaker, shooting him steely glares and scowls.
As you can tell, she really hated Dean.
"Oh, Lorelai. Nice seeing you. Toodle-loo!" Rachel said hastily, making her escape.
"Moron." Lorelai muttered under her breath. She had not yet had her morning coffee because their coffee-machine
had broke. Therefore, she was in a horrible mood.
A motorcycle vroomed through Stars Hollow, almost knocking over a remnant of a star from the festival
last week.
It was a 2001 Indian bike.
"Party at my house!" Madeline said, pushing her way through the crowd to hand Rory, Paris, and Tristan a flier.
"Rory, pretty lady, wanna go?" was Tristan's initial reaction. Paris let out a "Phew." She had lost all interest in
Tristan nowadays. Seemed like she was going ga-ga over someone else now.
"Um." Rory thought fast," Sure." She was on the rebound now! Who needed Dean?
"Christopher, what was the point of leaving? You're back in a month anyway!" Lorelai asked, half happy, half
exasperated. (She had already drinken 4 cups of Luke's coffee).
"Have you reconsidered?"
"No."
"Fine. But we're going out for dinner on Saturday."
"Good. Rory has a party that night anyway."
"Fine. Is she going with Don?" Christopher asked.
"His name is Dean." Lorelai said. "And no. They broke up."
"You're kidding."
"No, I'm not."
"Yes you are. Any minute now........."
"Christopher, cut it out. This isn't a joke."
"Come on, Lor- you know it is. Just tell me that they are going to have the time of their lives at this party."
"No. They broke up." Lorelai was solemn.
"You're not joking." was Christopher's reply.
"Wild party." Rory yelled over the music to Tristan.
"The wilder, the better." he replied.
"Where's Paris?"
"Who knows or cares?" Tristan yelled. Rory sighed for the fourteen-millionth time. She had thought that Tristan
had changed. Apparently not. He was back to his old self now.
Rory- no actually, she didn't sigh- she gasped at the people entering Madeline's front door.
Louise, Paris, and-
"Dean!!!!!" Madeline ran over, shrieking, and hugged him.
Paris pushed her away and grabbed Dean to the dance floor. Rory heard Dean mouth," Is Rory here?"
Paris replied, "No, but who cares?" Hm! Well, who cares either, thought Rory, trying to get over the shock
of having her ex-boyfriend show up with Paris, who was supposed to almost be her friend.
Tristan noticed that Rory had stopped dancing and her mood had changed. Glancing up, he saw the dark hair
and tall shape of- Dean. He knew he could get along with him if only he wanted to. But he didn't. And besides, what kind of
guy would dump Rory Gilmore? Definitely a scrub.
"Come with me, Rory." Tristan commanded, pulling her arm into a room.
"What? Where are you taking me, Tristan?"
"Hey look, Chris, there's Luke!!!! And Rachel."Lorelai started out enthusiastic, but ended drably.
"Big whoop. Ready to order?"
"Chris!"
"Ah, fine, but what do you want to do?"
"Join them." Lorelai persisted.
"I mean, after." Christopher said.
"Join them."
"Huh?"
"Join them."
"Fine."
"Thank you, Luke." Lorelai walked off.
"Hey, my name's not Luke!" Christopher said softly, under his breath, reluctantly following.
"Hi Lorelai." Rachel said.
"Hey Rachel. This is Christopher, my- my,- Rory's dad."
"Nice to meetcha." Christopher said, gazing into Rachel's blue eyes.
"Hi, handsome."
Luke gawked and stammered, "Um, Lorelai can I talk to you?"
"Sure." She grabbed his arm (seemed to be a Gilmore trait) and pulled.
"Here we are." Tristan said. "This is one of my favorite rooms."
"But this is Madeline's house." Rory said in amazement.
"Yeah- we used to be best friends, but I don't know what happened."
"Now they're just stuck-up snobs is what happened."
"She invited you to this party, didn't she?"
"One more person, to her chaperone-deprived party." Rory said. "The things people will do for popularity."
Tristan didn't answer. Instead, he opened the door.
"Wow, can you play?" was Rory's response.
"So you broke up with Rory."
"Yeah."
"Its really a shame."
" I love her Paris."
"Wow."
"I do."
"Then why did you break up with her?"
"Because she didn't love me back." He said to the dark setting outside of the window.
"Do you still love her?"
"Yes."
"Wanna get back together?"
"Yes." Dean said." Oh yes. I acted like a jerk. I really do love Rory and would do anything to get her back."
Paris had a steady look on her face. She flipped her hair and told Dean, "Then I guess you guys are gonna
have to get back together."
"What."
"Let's go."
"Yes, I can." Tristan answered Rory's question.
He sat down on the shiny, black grand piano that took up the entire room.
"Play something."
Tristan began to play Rondo Alla Turca and while Rory closed her eyes and enjoyed the melody.
"You're really good."
"I've been playing for 6 years."
"You have talent."
"So do you." Tristan stopped abruptly and faced Rory.
"A special talent." He continued." A talent that makes hapless males fall in love with you." He leaned forward
and so did Rory.......
a/n: Thank you for the idea to Slm018 and Chandra J87 and anyone else who submitted ideas or thoughts. I mixed their ideas
together, andsince no one actually submitted a story, I'll finish (maybe not) the round robin myself.
Rory sighed. For the 5th time that morning, she propped up the picture of Dean on her dresser. Since they
had broken up, she had refused to look at his picture, to think about him, but maybe just one, little peek-
No, she told herself. He hurt me, and that is just so inexcusable. In fact, maybe a little too inexcusable....
"Oof." Lorelai bumped into Rachel, who was taking pictures, as usual, and not looking where she was going.
Lorelai's eyes were focused on Dean, ex-convict/boyfriend/evil boy/heartbreaker, shooting him steely glares and scowls.
As you can tell, she really hated Dean.
"Oh, Lorelai. Nice seeing you. Toodle-loo!" Rachel said hastily, making her escape.
"Moron." Lorelai muttered under her breath. She had not yet had her morning coffee because their coffee-machine
had broke. Therefore, she was in a horrible mood.
A motorcycle vroomed through Stars Hollow, almost knocking over a remnant of a star from the festival
last week.
It was a 2001 Indian bike.
"Party at my house!" Madeline said, pushing her way through the crowd to hand Rory, Paris, and Tristan a flier.
"Rory, pretty lady, wanna go?" was Tristan's initial reaction. Paris let out a "Phew." She had lost all interest in
Tristan nowadays. Seemed like she was going ga-ga over someone else now.
"Um." Rory thought fast," Sure." She was on the rebound now! Who needed Dean?
"Christopher, what was the point of leaving? You're back in a month anyway!" Lorelai asked, half happy, half
exasperated. (She had already drinken 4 cups of Luke's coffee).
"Have you reconsidered?"
"No."
"Fine. But we're going out for dinner on Saturday."
"Good. Rory has a party that night anyway."
"Fine. Is she going with Don?" Christopher asked.
"His name is Dean." Lorelai said. "And no. They broke up."
"You're kidding."
"No, I'm not."
"Yes you are. Any minute now........."
"Christopher, cut it out. This isn't a joke."
"Come on, Lor- you know it is. Just tell me that they are going to have the time of their lives at this party."
"No. They broke up." Lorelai was solemn.
"You're not joking." was Christopher's reply.
"Wild party." Rory yelled over the music to Tristan.
"The wilder, the better." he replied.
"Where's Paris?"
"Who knows or cares?" Tristan yelled. Rory sighed for the fourteen-millionth time. She had thought that Tristan
had changed. Apparently not. He was back to his old self now.
Rory- no actually, she didn't sigh- she gasped at the people entering Madeline's front door.
Louise, Paris, and-
"Dean!!!!!" Madeline ran over, shrieking, and hugged him.
Paris pushed her away and grabbed Dean to the dance floor. Rory heard Dean mouth," Is Rory here?"
Paris replied, "No, but who cares?" Hm! Well, who cares either, thought Rory, trying to get over the shock
of having her ex-boyfriend show up with Paris, who was supposed to almost be her friend.
Tristan noticed that Rory had stopped dancing and her mood had changed. Glancing up, he saw the dark hair
and tall shape of- Dean. He knew he could get along with him if only he wanted to. But he didn't. And besides, what kind of
guy would dump Rory Gilmore? Definitely a scrub.
"Come with me, Rory." Tristan commanded, pulling her arm into a room.
"What? Where are you taking me, Tristan?"
"Hey look, Chris, there's Luke!!!! And Rachel."Lorelai started out enthusiastic, but ended drably.
"Big whoop. Ready to order?"
"Chris!"
"Ah, fine, but what do you want to do?"
"Join them." Lorelai persisted.
"I mean, after." Christopher said.
"Join them."
"Huh?"
"Join them."
"Fine."
"Thank you, Luke." Lorelai walked off.
"Hey, my name's not Luke!" Christopher said softly, under his breath, reluctantly following.
"Hi Lorelai." Rachel said.
"Hey Rachel. This is Christopher, my- my,- Rory's dad."
"Nice to meetcha." Christopher said, gazing into Rachel's blue eyes.
"Hi, handsome."
Luke gawked and stammered, "Um, Lorelai can I talk to you?"
"Sure." She grabbed his arm (seemed to be a Gilmore trait) and pulled.
"Here we are." Tristan said. "This is one of my favorite rooms."
"But this is Madeline's house." Rory said in amazement.
"Yeah- we used to be best friends, but I don't know what happened."
"Now they're just stuck-up snobs is what happened."
"She invited you to this party, didn't she?"
"One more person, to her chaperone-deprived party." Rory said. "The things people will do for popularity."
Tristan didn't answer. Instead, he opened the door.
"Wow, can you play?" was Rory's response.
"So you broke up with Rory."
"Yeah."
"Its really a shame."
" I love her Paris."
"Wow."
"I do."
"Then why did you break up with her?"
"Because she didn't love me back." He said to the dark setting outside of the window.
"Do you still love her?"
"Yes."
"Wanna get back together?"
"Yes." Dean said." Oh yes. I acted like a jerk. I really do love Rory and would do anything to get her back."
Paris had a steady look on her face. She flipped her hair and told Dean, "Then I guess you guys are gonna
have to get back together."
"What."
"Let's go."
"Yes, I can." Tristan answered Rory's question.
He sat down on the shiny, black grand piano that took up the entire room.
"Play something."
Tristan began to play Rondo Alla Turca and while Rory closed her eyes and enjoyed the melody.
"You're really good."
"I've been playing for 6 years."
"You have talent."
"So do you." Tristan stopped abruptly and faced Rory.
"A special talent." He continued." A talent that makes hapless males fall in love with you." He leaned forward
and so did Rory.......