I'm back yet again! Ha Ha Ha! If only I never had to go to
school again, then I'd always have time to write. (J/K! I know school is
necessary ~I'm rolling my eyes right now) Okay, no more babbling.but,
thanks to everyone who's reviewed and April Rivera for letting me her
AWESOME slideshows! Everyone should see them. (For everyone who has no
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P.S. I'm still owning none of this.
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Stars Hallow was being favored with yet another light dusting of snow. No one in the town was actually enjoying the addition to their two feet of snow yet. Everyone was remaining in the warmth of their homes. After all, it was the day after Christmas, and everyone was, for lack of a better term, "sleeping the past day's festivities off."
The only sign of life was the semi-recent, now partially covered shoeprints that lead up to the Gilmore House. Rory, however, was unaware of them, and the visitor now in her house. She was still in bed. Awake, but very much unwilling to leave the bed's warmth.
Rory's Christmas had been a good one, despite her big Dean misadventure, which she would be recovering from for awhile. She had still managed to laugh with her mother, who had been very excited with the thought that her parents would be gone for over a week.
Rory looked at her clock. "9:07" Yep, Grandma and Grandpa would be leaving just about now. Rory began to casually wonder where Dean was right about now, but before she could delve too deep into that awful thought, the doorbell rang.
Rory didn't trust her mom to be up yet, so she dragged herself out of the warm comfy bed and couldn't help but give a sad moan at leaving that beloved warmth. Barefoot she padded downstairs to the front door. She opened the door to let Luke in. "Oh my God." It wasn't Luke. "Oh my God." It was Tristan. "Oh my God." And Rory was in her pajamas. "Oh my God!" They stared at each other for the span of several seconds. Tristan had an amused smile on his face. "Oh my God, I sound like my mother. Oh my God! I did it again." Rory looked panicked. "Make me stop saying that!"
Tristan stepped over the threshold of the house. "The only way I can think to make you stop saying that is to kiss you." A look of pure terror presented itself on Rory's face. Her eyes were bugging out and everything. But she didn't say anything. So, naturally Tristan continued. "Of course, after the kiss you could very well be calling out to God again."
"Mom!" The look of terror had deepened on Rory's face. Tristan failed to stifle a laugh at Rory's reaction.
Within a few seconds, Lorelei, closely followed by Luke, the creator of the now totally snow-covered footprints, entered the living room area. "Rory close the door. It's cold out."
Rory did as her mother told her. "I thought it was Luke." She defended herself weakly. "But you're already here." Luke nodded at the befuddled Rory. "What's he doing here?" Rory was beginning to get her bearings back. She decided to be slightly angry as she pointed to Tristan.
"I told him to come here. Remember? Bam! Accident. It was your idea for him to come." Lorelei gave her daughter, who was obviously having mental difficulties this morning, a concerned look.
Realization seemed to dawn on Rory. "Right, okay, I'm going to go and change now." Before anything else could be said, Rory escaped to the upstairs.
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Rory, now properly clothed, was sitting at the kitchen table sipping a coffee Luke must have brought with him. Rory listened to the sounds of banging coming from Luke and Tristan and what had to be the poor, nearly dead, water heater. Now that Rory thought about it, she didn't even know what a water heater looked like, let alone where it was located in her house.
Rory was just considering getting up and following the banging noises to figure out where it was, when Lorelei entered the room, thus interrupting the crazy thought of moving.
"Hey."
"Hey."
"I can't take this racket. Let's go outside. We can build a snowwoman." Lorelei continued to tempt her daughter from her seat in a singsong voice. "She'll be the best ever." Lorelei attempted to entice her daughter while pulling her to her feet.
Rory allowed her mother to drag her to the closet containing their coats and gloves.
Five minutes later, they were outside and the quest to build the best snowwoman ever had begun. "So, why didn't you tell me Tristan was coming?"
Lorelei didn't look up from her snow-torso building process. "I did. I believe my exact words were something like, "We'll have hot water again Wednesday! Yeah! Then I did the happy dance. Remember?"
"Oh yes. But what I really meant by that question was, why didn't you tell me he'd be here so early?"
Lorelei glanced up from her work, attempting to read her daughter's face. "I didn't really think it was something you needed to know. I was unaware you'd be venturing down to the door in your favorite star pajamas."
Rory gave her mom a quick glare.
Lorelei smiled. "Is that what this is about? You didn't want Tristan to see you in your pajamas. Well, don't worry Dear; you look very cute in those pajamas. I'm sure Tristan loved seeing them."
Rory couldn't stop her face from reddening. "No, I don't care about the whole pajama seeing thing."
Lorelei tried to suppress the grin begging to form on her face. "Then why are we having this conversation?"
Rory was perplexed. "We are not having this conversation."
"Okay, don't get upset."
"I'm not upset."
"Well, you're something."
Rory sighed. "Can we work in silence, I want to concentrate on the snowwoman building here."
"Sure, no problem." Rory gave her mom one last slightly angry stare, before returning to work.
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Rory stomped her feet before she began the arduous task of taking her boots off. Lorelei had already managed to slip hers off and was taking the coffee and hot chocolate they had gotten when they'd tramped down to Luke's, into the kitchen.
"Break time guys!" As soon as Lorelei had yelled the words, all banging noises stopped. Except for maybe the sound of a wrench being dropped to the floor. Luke and Tristan appeared and headed straight for the drinks. Rory joined everyone in the kitchen, boot and coat free.
"Awww, Mary, you changed. You didn't have to do that on account of me. I thought those pajamas were cute."
Rory's face reddened and her eyes narrowed. "Shut up." She couldn't handle the fact that Tristan had just said her pajamas were cute, and the fact that that was the very thing her mom had said Tristan had thought. Rory turned to Luke. "You should make him work harder. He has too much energy."
Luke didn't respond, only sipped his hot chocolate. Then looking at Lorelei asked, "Oh hey, where's this best-snowman-ever you said you were going to make?"
"It's a snowwoman." Rory corrected.
"A snow-woman? Why would you make such a thing?"
Rory glared at Tristan, "Because we can. And she is so much better than any snowman you could make."
"That's possible, because I stopped making the stupid things after I turned twelve."
Rory stepped closer to Tristan. "Are you implying something?"
Lorelei spoke loudly to Luke, stopping the growing debate between Rory and Tristan. "The snowwoman is outside of course. Let's go see her."
Rory looked nervous. "No, there's no reason for that, they can see it when they leave."
"But it may be dark by then." Lorelei complained.
"Good, all the better." Exclaimed a shifty-eyed Rory.
Lorelei looked shocked. "You're ashamed of our snowwoman."
"No I'm not." The guys exchanged questioning glances.
"There is nothing to be ashamed of. She is the best snowwoman ever!"
"Whatever you say mom."
"Come on everyone, outside to look at the best snowwoman ever."
Lorelei led the way, while Rory purposefully went last. But was still irritated by Tristan, who kept glancing back at her, giving her knowing smiles.
The four stopped in front of the best snowwoman ever. Lorelei had a "I'm proud of myself" grin across her face. Rory's was more of an abashed, "why won't the world swallow me whole?" look. The guys, however, stood in silent shock.
Rory found it unfortunate, however, that Luke did not stay silent. "She's decapitated."
"No she isn't, look, see, her head's right there, next to her." Lorelei pointed to the snow-head on the ground next to it's standing body.
"That's still decapitated."
"Oh yeah, sure, fine Luke, go by official definitions." Lorelei was getting defensive.
"The head kept falling off. We set it next to her, so everyone would know she was meant to have a head." Rory informed.
"Right, because the intent of having the head makes all the difference, and makes her seem less decapitated." Luke was being sarcastic.
Tristan remained silent. Rory noted the strange little smile on his face. She got the impression he was trying not to laugh.
~
The rest of the day passed without incident. After much more banging and muffled swearing by the guys and Lorelei, the water heater was fixed. Luke and Tristan began cleaning up the mess of tools they had made. Only delayed by Lorelei's long line of "thank yous".
Rory saw Tristan out to his car, as way of ensuring that he didn't stay and laugh at the snowwoman.
"It's not so bad. She's still a very nice snowwoman. Even if she will give little kids nightmares." Tristan tried lamely to comfort Rory.
"I know."
"We could try to fix her."
"No, not necessary. This way she has more." Rory paused trying to think of the best word. "Character." She finished.
Tristan smiled, "Yeah, that's a word for it."
They reached Tristan's car. "Behave yourself."
Tristan let out part of a laugh. "Around you? Oh poor Mary, I don't think I could ever control myself."
Rory rolled her eyes. "I mean so you can come back to Chilton, you idiot."
Tristan gave a jaded smile and was quickly in his car, and then gone. Rory had watched him leave. She then turned to the decapitated snowwoman and laughed.
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P.S. I'm still owning none of this.
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Stars Hallow was being favored with yet another light dusting of snow. No one in the town was actually enjoying the addition to their two feet of snow yet. Everyone was remaining in the warmth of their homes. After all, it was the day after Christmas, and everyone was, for lack of a better term, "sleeping the past day's festivities off."
The only sign of life was the semi-recent, now partially covered shoeprints that lead up to the Gilmore House. Rory, however, was unaware of them, and the visitor now in her house. She was still in bed. Awake, but very much unwilling to leave the bed's warmth.
Rory's Christmas had been a good one, despite her big Dean misadventure, which she would be recovering from for awhile. She had still managed to laugh with her mother, who had been very excited with the thought that her parents would be gone for over a week.
Rory looked at her clock. "9:07" Yep, Grandma and Grandpa would be leaving just about now. Rory began to casually wonder where Dean was right about now, but before she could delve too deep into that awful thought, the doorbell rang.
Rory didn't trust her mom to be up yet, so she dragged herself out of the warm comfy bed and couldn't help but give a sad moan at leaving that beloved warmth. Barefoot she padded downstairs to the front door. She opened the door to let Luke in. "Oh my God." It wasn't Luke. "Oh my God." It was Tristan. "Oh my God." And Rory was in her pajamas. "Oh my God!" They stared at each other for the span of several seconds. Tristan had an amused smile on his face. "Oh my God, I sound like my mother. Oh my God! I did it again." Rory looked panicked. "Make me stop saying that!"
Tristan stepped over the threshold of the house. "The only way I can think to make you stop saying that is to kiss you." A look of pure terror presented itself on Rory's face. Her eyes were bugging out and everything. But she didn't say anything. So, naturally Tristan continued. "Of course, after the kiss you could very well be calling out to God again."
"Mom!" The look of terror had deepened on Rory's face. Tristan failed to stifle a laugh at Rory's reaction.
Within a few seconds, Lorelei, closely followed by Luke, the creator of the now totally snow-covered footprints, entered the living room area. "Rory close the door. It's cold out."
Rory did as her mother told her. "I thought it was Luke." She defended herself weakly. "But you're already here." Luke nodded at the befuddled Rory. "What's he doing here?" Rory was beginning to get her bearings back. She decided to be slightly angry as she pointed to Tristan.
"I told him to come here. Remember? Bam! Accident. It was your idea for him to come." Lorelei gave her daughter, who was obviously having mental difficulties this morning, a concerned look.
Realization seemed to dawn on Rory. "Right, okay, I'm going to go and change now." Before anything else could be said, Rory escaped to the upstairs.
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Rory, now properly clothed, was sitting at the kitchen table sipping a coffee Luke must have brought with him. Rory listened to the sounds of banging coming from Luke and Tristan and what had to be the poor, nearly dead, water heater. Now that Rory thought about it, she didn't even know what a water heater looked like, let alone where it was located in her house.
Rory was just considering getting up and following the banging noises to figure out where it was, when Lorelei entered the room, thus interrupting the crazy thought of moving.
"Hey."
"Hey."
"I can't take this racket. Let's go outside. We can build a snowwoman." Lorelei continued to tempt her daughter from her seat in a singsong voice. "She'll be the best ever." Lorelei attempted to entice her daughter while pulling her to her feet.
Rory allowed her mother to drag her to the closet containing their coats and gloves.
Five minutes later, they were outside and the quest to build the best snowwoman ever had begun. "So, why didn't you tell me Tristan was coming?"
Lorelei didn't look up from her snow-torso building process. "I did. I believe my exact words were something like, "We'll have hot water again Wednesday! Yeah! Then I did the happy dance. Remember?"
"Oh yes. But what I really meant by that question was, why didn't you tell me he'd be here so early?"
Lorelei glanced up from her work, attempting to read her daughter's face. "I didn't really think it was something you needed to know. I was unaware you'd be venturing down to the door in your favorite star pajamas."
Rory gave her mom a quick glare.
Lorelei smiled. "Is that what this is about? You didn't want Tristan to see you in your pajamas. Well, don't worry Dear; you look very cute in those pajamas. I'm sure Tristan loved seeing them."
Rory couldn't stop her face from reddening. "No, I don't care about the whole pajama seeing thing."
Lorelei tried to suppress the grin begging to form on her face. "Then why are we having this conversation?"
Rory was perplexed. "We are not having this conversation."
"Okay, don't get upset."
"I'm not upset."
"Well, you're something."
Rory sighed. "Can we work in silence, I want to concentrate on the snowwoman building here."
"Sure, no problem." Rory gave her mom one last slightly angry stare, before returning to work.
~
Rory stomped her feet before she began the arduous task of taking her boots off. Lorelei had already managed to slip hers off and was taking the coffee and hot chocolate they had gotten when they'd tramped down to Luke's, into the kitchen.
"Break time guys!" As soon as Lorelei had yelled the words, all banging noises stopped. Except for maybe the sound of a wrench being dropped to the floor. Luke and Tristan appeared and headed straight for the drinks. Rory joined everyone in the kitchen, boot and coat free.
"Awww, Mary, you changed. You didn't have to do that on account of me. I thought those pajamas were cute."
Rory's face reddened and her eyes narrowed. "Shut up." She couldn't handle the fact that Tristan had just said her pajamas were cute, and the fact that that was the very thing her mom had said Tristan had thought. Rory turned to Luke. "You should make him work harder. He has too much energy."
Luke didn't respond, only sipped his hot chocolate. Then looking at Lorelei asked, "Oh hey, where's this best-snowman-ever you said you were going to make?"
"It's a snowwoman." Rory corrected.
"A snow-woman? Why would you make such a thing?"
Rory glared at Tristan, "Because we can. And she is so much better than any snowman you could make."
"That's possible, because I stopped making the stupid things after I turned twelve."
Rory stepped closer to Tristan. "Are you implying something?"
Lorelei spoke loudly to Luke, stopping the growing debate between Rory and Tristan. "The snowwoman is outside of course. Let's go see her."
Rory looked nervous. "No, there's no reason for that, they can see it when they leave."
"But it may be dark by then." Lorelei complained.
"Good, all the better." Exclaimed a shifty-eyed Rory.
Lorelei looked shocked. "You're ashamed of our snowwoman."
"No I'm not." The guys exchanged questioning glances.
"There is nothing to be ashamed of. She is the best snowwoman ever!"
"Whatever you say mom."
"Come on everyone, outside to look at the best snowwoman ever."
Lorelei led the way, while Rory purposefully went last. But was still irritated by Tristan, who kept glancing back at her, giving her knowing smiles.
The four stopped in front of the best snowwoman ever. Lorelei had a "I'm proud of myself" grin across her face. Rory's was more of an abashed, "why won't the world swallow me whole?" look. The guys, however, stood in silent shock.
Rory found it unfortunate, however, that Luke did not stay silent. "She's decapitated."
"No she isn't, look, see, her head's right there, next to her." Lorelei pointed to the snow-head on the ground next to it's standing body.
"That's still decapitated."
"Oh yeah, sure, fine Luke, go by official definitions." Lorelei was getting defensive.
"The head kept falling off. We set it next to her, so everyone would know she was meant to have a head." Rory informed.
"Right, because the intent of having the head makes all the difference, and makes her seem less decapitated." Luke was being sarcastic.
Tristan remained silent. Rory noted the strange little smile on his face. She got the impression he was trying not to laugh.
~
The rest of the day passed without incident. After much more banging and muffled swearing by the guys and Lorelei, the water heater was fixed. Luke and Tristan began cleaning up the mess of tools they had made. Only delayed by Lorelei's long line of "thank yous".
Rory saw Tristan out to his car, as way of ensuring that he didn't stay and laugh at the snowwoman.
"It's not so bad. She's still a very nice snowwoman. Even if she will give little kids nightmares." Tristan tried lamely to comfort Rory.
"I know."
"We could try to fix her."
"No, not necessary. This way she has more." Rory paused trying to think of the best word. "Character." She finished.
Tristan smiled, "Yeah, that's a word for it."
They reached Tristan's car. "Behave yourself."
Tristan let out part of a laugh. "Around you? Oh poor Mary, I don't think I could ever control myself."
Rory rolled her eyes. "I mean so you can come back to Chilton, you idiot."
Tristan gave a jaded smile and was quickly in his car, and then gone. Rory had watched him leave. She then turned to the decapitated snowwoman and laughed.
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