A.N.: So sorry it took so long. I know how frustrating it is to get involved in a fic and then see the author has deserted it. Hehe I was discouraged cuz I wasn't getting that many reviews after all that work, but my fellow trory addict GilmoreGlitz has set me back on track (thanks again!). PLEASE REVIEW!!! It's what I live for. Alritey, enough of my meaningless chatter. On with the show! Oh yeah, the fun's about to get started. This is kinda necessary intro. for the good stuff. I was gonna post this Friday, but I figured since I've been so lax about it lately, I should get it up ASAP. Thanks for waiting and for those of you who took the time to send me feedback!
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"Definitely, Tristan dear," Summer cooed.
Dismissing her unspoken invitation with a flick of his hand, he turned his attention back to Rory. She rolled her eyes at him. "Bite me."
"I'd love to, Mary, but unfortunately you'll have to wait. You see, I have a list I must go by. You'll be right after Wanda, who comes after Janice. Oh and then there's Lisa, and her sister, who by far is much cuter, Nina..."
Annoyed that she was being ignored, Summer took this opportunity to throw herself into the conversation. "Don't forget little old Summer," she ran a hand along his shoulder blade and down his stomach. He fidgeted imperceptibly.
"Oh, sure. You're after Paris." He winked at the blonde who was staring so intently at the trio. She blushed at this comment and busied herself with her papers.
Just then the teachers came aboard, and all talking ceased.
"I'll get her yet," Summer said, shooting a deadly glare at Paris.
Rory's ear twitched, but she dismissed what she had heard as simply her imagination.
~ Camping Site ~
The slight mist surrounding the area gave it an almost ethereal look, and Rory looked about herself in awe.
"Get to work, Gilmore. The fire wood isn't going to collect itself, you know." The voice of Paris Gellar was gruff, but Rory could detect the slightest hint of cheer in it. A cheer that could only have been placed there by the attentions of Tristan on the bus. She mock-saluted her.
"Aye, aye, captain."
She set to work immediately. She had groaned aloud at first when she had heard who she would be rooming with. Groups of two in each cottage that ringed the site, and of all the 200 odd juniors, she had been placed with Paris Gellar. The junior class had been divided into different sites, and at this site, tiny little cottage-like hostels would be their shelter for four days. It could have been worse. She could have been placed at a site where they would be pitching tents. Besides, Rory liked the homey, humble appearance even if Paris did not. And the girls and guys each had separate lounges in the center of the circle of cottages, not to mention a large campfire standing in the middle of it all.
When they had finished, they looked at the next thing on the checklist. Fishing. A harmless enough task.
"I am NOT touching that!" Paris looked dubiously at the crawling, slithering mass.
Rory poked the hook into the bucket cautiously. "Like I am?"
"Come on, Gilmore. I mean, you come from a little town. You must do stuff like this all the time."
"No way! I'd rather sit outside through a snowstorm than touch one of THOSE." She pointed wildly at the worms.
"Fine. We'll flip on it." She pulled a coin out of her pocket. "Call it."
"Heads!"
They watched apprehensively as the coin twirled relentlessly on the ground. It finally settled.
"Ha! I win!" Rory raised her hands into the hair.
"Two out of three.
"Just get over it, Paris."
Paris groaned and took another look at the contents of the bucket. "This might take a while."
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"Definitely, Tristan dear," Summer cooed.
Dismissing her unspoken invitation with a flick of his hand, he turned his attention back to Rory. She rolled her eyes at him. "Bite me."
"I'd love to, Mary, but unfortunately you'll have to wait. You see, I have a list I must go by. You'll be right after Wanda, who comes after Janice. Oh and then there's Lisa, and her sister, who by far is much cuter, Nina..."
Annoyed that she was being ignored, Summer took this opportunity to throw herself into the conversation. "Don't forget little old Summer," she ran a hand along his shoulder blade and down his stomach. He fidgeted imperceptibly.
"Oh, sure. You're after Paris." He winked at the blonde who was staring so intently at the trio. She blushed at this comment and busied herself with her papers.
Just then the teachers came aboard, and all talking ceased.
"I'll get her yet," Summer said, shooting a deadly glare at Paris.
Rory's ear twitched, but she dismissed what she had heard as simply her imagination.
~ Camping Site ~
The slight mist surrounding the area gave it an almost ethereal look, and Rory looked about herself in awe.
"Get to work, Gilmore. The fire wood isn't going to collect itself, you know." The voice of Paris Gellar was gruff, but Rory could detect the slightest hint of cheer in it. A cheer that could only have been placed there by the attentions of Tristan on the bus. She mock-saluted her.
"Aye, aye, captain."
She set to work immediately. She had groaned aloud at first when she had heard who she would be rooming with. Groups of two in each cottage that ringed the site, and of all the 200 odd juniors, she had been placed with Paris Gellar. The junior class had been divided into different sites, and at this site, tiny little cottage-like hostels would be their shelter for four days. It could have been worse. She could have been placed at a site where they would be pitching tents. Besides, Rory liked the homey, humble appearance even if Paris did not. And the girls and guys each had separate lounges in the center of the circle of cottages, not to mention a large campfire standing in the middle of it all.
When they had finished, they looked at the next thing on the checklist. Fishing. A harmless enough task.
"I am NOT touching that!" Paris looked dubiously at the crawling, slithering mass.
Rory poked the hook into the bucket cautiously. "Like I am?"
"Come on, Gilmore. I mean, you come from a little town. You must do stuff like this all the time."
"No way! I'd rather sit outside through a snowstorm than touch one of THOSE." She pointed wildly at the worms.
"Fine. We'll flip on it." She pulled a coin out of her pocket. "Call it."
"Heads!"
They watched apprehensively as the coin twirled relentlessly on the ground. It finally settled.
"Ha! I win!" Rory raised her hands into the hair.
"Two out of three.
"Just get over it, Paris."
Paris groaned and took another look at the contents of the bucket. "This might take a while."