Going Home: The Complications of Life
Author: snoflaik
Disclaimer: The characters are owned by the producers and creators of Gilmore Girls but the story is all mine. I also do not own Boondock Saints. But must say it is a kick-ass movie.
Rating: PG or PG-13 (mild cursing and prolly some other stuff)
Hey all. . this is the sequel to 'The Voices in Your Head'.
I couldn't resist writing more cause the Trory in me screamed for a good
ending.
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It had been easy.
Dean and Rory were still dating,
but as her friendship with Tristan grew stronger her relationship with Dean
grew weaker.
The three months of bliss known as summer had to
come to an end as the new school year started.
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"So how was your first day
of being back in the cold vapid halls of Chilton?" asked Tristan as he came up
to Rory's locker for the after school sparring which had somehow become
routine.
"Oh just peachy." Replied Rory as she took books out of her locker.
"That good huh?"
"Yeah well how would you like being the lunchroom reporter of The Franklin just because the editor is a. . a. . ."
"Bitch?" replied Tristan, filling in her sentence.
"Thanks. And to top it all off," continued Rory, "now I have to go home and spend about 20 hours this weekend on homework. What are they doing? Punishing us for having three months off?"
"Yes, I think they are."
"Ugh, " moaned Rory, as she closed her locker and leaned against it, "I'm going to be doing logarithms for hours."
"Ok here's the plan. Homework tonight and then movie tomorrow night."
"Sounds good my friend. Why do they have to ruin the week by making the first day on a Friday and then having the weekend off?"
"That's Chilton for you."
"I think it can be construed as cruel and unusual punishment in some states."
"I agree. Well I gotta be getting home."
"Wait you getting home right after school. What's wrong?" asked Rory suddenly serious
"My grandmother came in from Paris to spend some time with me."
"That's great," replied Rory with a smile.
"Yeah well anything is good when it means a break from World War III," answered Tristan with an attempt at a smile, "Later."
Rory sighed as she watched
him leave.
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"So what do you want to see?" asked Tristan as they stood in front of the ticket booth.
"Isn't that a musical?"
"I believe so."
"And that means breaking out into song at random points of the movie."
"Most likely."
"Oh lord," he replied rolling his eyes
"Think of it this way," said Rory, "It's about girls in a whore house. Hey, maybe you'll even see some of your old girlfriends in it."
"That was harsh."
"I couldn't resist, sorry."
"Hmm. . .whore house equals less clothing.
-smack-
"Hey what was that for?" he asked rubbing the back of his head
"Your such a guy."
"And proud of it," he replied with a wide grin. "How about Pearl Harbor?"
"It's a musical," whined Tristan.
"I'm aware."
"Come on there's gotta be something better."
"I'll make a bet with you. If you like the movie, you have to bring me coffee every morning before school for the whole first semester."
"And what do I get if I hate it?"
"You won't hate it."
"Don't be so sure."
"Fine I'll. . . " ended Rory as she tried to think of something.
"Be my sex slave for the same amount of time?" he asked with a leer.
-smack-
"Oww! are you trying to give me a concussion?"
"Hey, that one was definitely deserved," she replied crossing her arms, "Anyway, if you hate it I'll help you with your homework every night."
"Three months of being with you every night. Count me in. I hate this movie already."
"And no lying. I can always tell when you are so don't even try it."
"Who me?" he replied with an innocent face.
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"So what did you think?" asked Rory as the credits began to roll.
"Regular or decaf?" replied Tristan grudgingly with a scowl.
"Regular," answered Rory with a triumphant smile.
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"I love you," exclaimed Rory, smelling the coffee in the air and noting the presence right beside her.
"Wow if I had known that bringing you coffee in the morning would let you admit your true feelings for me I would have done it long ago."
" I was addressing the coffee not you," she replied as she took the cup form his hands, "Mmm. Smells heavenly."
"I'll just have to find another way for you to pledge your undying love and finally admit your feelings to me. I do have my ways. No one can resist my god like looks and the DuGrey charm for long."
"Good luck with that," replied Rory walking away, "You'll need it," she added over her shoulder.
"Ouch."
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"What's this?" asked Rory was she looked at the flyer, which had been put in front of her.
"Only the best festival in Hartford," replied Tristan, putting down his tray and taking the seat across form her.
"The 40th Annual Hartford Independent Film festival," read Rory aloud, "Sounds like fun."
"You like Indy films?" asked Tristan.
"I love em'. They are so much better than those big blockbuster types that cost millions to make and have absolutely no plot."
"I couldn't agree more. Last year they had this great film called Boondock Saints. One of the best movies I've ever seen."
"Well I'd love to go. When is it?"
"Tomorrow night."
"Cool."
"So how is the food today Miss Lunchtime Reporter?" asked Tristan with a wide grin.
"Do you want to get smacked again? Because that can be arranged."
Tristan just laughed, "Are you trying to hurt me on purpose?"
"No, it's just a pleasant perk to our relationship," she replied with a smile.
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"Hey," said Rory as she found Dean in the produce aisle of the market."
"Hey back. So what are you doing here today?"
"Oh you know just doing a little shopping."
"Aww, I thought that you were here to see me."
"Nope. Sorry. Try again."
"So what are you doing tomorrow night?" asked Dean. "I thought we could celebrate you making it through the first week of school."
"Well I'd love to, but I kind of already have plans," replied Rory slowly.
"With who?" asked Dean, although he already knew the answer.
"Tristan."
"Evil boy?" asked Dean, his jaw tightening at the mention of his name.
"He's returned from the dark side."
"You do know he's in love with you right?"
"Dean, come on. Let's not start this again. He's my friend."
"Yeah and I'm your boyfriend. Come on Rory, We haven't had a date alone in so long. It's always with doubling with Lane and Henry or doing nothing at all cause you're out with him."
"Come with us then," offered Rory. She knew he was right, but she also didn't want to miss going to the festival.
"I don't think that's a good idea," said Dean, remembering what happened last time.
"He's different now. Please come."
"Alright. What time?"
"Well, Tristan's supposed to pick me up at 6:30, but I'll just call him and tell him we'll meet him there at 7:30."
"Where are we going?"
"The Hartford Indy Film Festival."
"Sounds like fun," replied Dean sarcastically.
"Well it will be if you try and make it that way. Now I gotta get home and call Tristan before he leaves. See ya around 6:30." And with a quick kiss she was out of the store.
"This should be a fun night," muttered Dean to himself.
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more on the way!
