A.N.: Okay, I'm trying to make the chapters longer, I just happened to find a good breaking point. They'll get longer, don't worry. Fifty reviews! Woohoo! This is my tribute/celebration for the big Five O. Thanks again to all of you who actually do review! It means so much to me!
Roxy: Hey, I just might end up using what you gave me (look in the reviews section to see what it is) later in the story. Thanks for the suggestion!
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"I have one," Tristan smirked, "But it involves a water bed, handcuffs, and a pomegranate."
There were howls from the crowd as Rory stared him down. He grinned boyishly and reclined against the log. Suddenly his eyes lit up and he whispered into the ear of his neighbor. Rory looked around nervously as the whispering spread. She didn't like where this was headed.
Tristan snapped his fingers for silence. "Well, Ms. Gilmore, we have reached our decision." He bent to her ear.
"Uh-uh! Are you out your mind?!"
He shook his head. "Come on, Mary. Running away from a challenge?"
"I'm already finishing one up," she hissed through her teeth so that only he could hear.
"Come on, Rory," Summer was giggling. Everyone knew she would jump at the chance to perform this dare. "It'll be fun."
"This is cruel and unusual punishment, I tell you!"
Summer and her gang were herding her towards the closest cabin.
"This is gonna be entertaining," Tristan announced as he rolled up his sleeves.
"I can't believe you're making me do this!"
"I thought dancing was your niche," Mindy said as she applied some lipstick on Rory. She winced as Summer pulled a lock of hair carelessly as she curled her hair.
"Yeah, cheerleading dancing. Not Britney Spears strip-tease-gotta-make-myself-stand-out dancing."
"Personally I thought her MTV Video Music Awards 2000 performance was a statement for all women," Summer put in.
"Yeah, stating we consider a napkin is sufficient clothing," she grumbled.
"What was that?"
"I didn't say anything." Rory glanced out the window, and she could see the rest of the truth/dare players putting together a makeshift stage. One guy was pulling out a large stereo.
"Done!" They chimed together, turning Rory towards the mirror. Big mistake!
"Very funny. You couldn't drag me outta this cabin looking like this if it were on fire!"
"Rory! It's gonna be great. You'll be a pop star."
"A slutty pop star."
"Details, details."
There was a knock on the door.
"Everyone's getting restless. Get moving!"
"Be there in a sec," Summer called. They dragged all 105 pounds of her screaming and kicking out the door.
There was a low murmur as she threaded through the crowd; people were trying to see her, but Summer and her groupies did their best to shield her until they reached the stage. They pushed her gently up and immediately a bright light shined on her.
"Good luck," they mouthed at her and joined the crowd.
Rory looked frantically around the little stage. Her eyes caught on Tristan's bemused ones, and anger boiled in her veins. * He doesn't think I can do it! * She tilted her chin up as the music began and pushed away her self-consciousness.
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I think I did it again
Apprehensively, she flicked off the first button. It wasn't exactly like the actual performance-it helped that she could go at her own pace.
I made you believe we're more than just friends
It was actually fun lip-syncing.
Oh baby
It might seem like a crush
But it doesn't mean that I'm serious
She opened the last button on the jacket. Loud hoots greeted this move and she flushed in embarrassment. * Might as well get this over with *
She pulled it off, swinging it in a high arc around her head. Cheers erupted, and many guys were digging in their pockets. Within seconds she was swamped with dollar bills, the green papers fluttering in the air around her. The worst was over! Now only twenty more seconds of this infernal song and she would be rid of this stupid prank forever...
"Lorelai Leigh Gilmore!"
Someone cut the music off abruptly and Rory turned slowly in the direction of the voice.
"I think we need to have a chat," Ms. Wilden said sternly, beckoning her over with a finger. Mr. Yarek stood by her side. Evidently they had heard the blaring music and come out to investigate.
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A.N.: Alrighty, I'm gonna wait until I get 77 for my next post (I need time to write the chapter). Yes, I will make it longer and I know 77 is a weird #. It'll be at least twice this size. Hahaha I just know someone's gonna come at me with a flaming torch or something for doing this, but I do need time to sleep even though trory writing is so much fun! So review review review! Pretty please?
Roxy: Hey, I just might end up using what you gave me (look in the reviews section to see what it is) later in the story. Thanks for the suggestion!
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"I have one," Tristan smirked, "But it involves a water bed, handcuffs, and a pomegranate."
There were howls from the crowd as Rory stared him down. He grinned boyishly and reclined against the log. Suddenly his eyes lit up and he whispered into the ear of his neighbor. Rory looked around nervously as the whispering spread. She didn't like where this was headed.
Tristan snapped his fingers for silence. "Well, Ms. Gilmore, we have reached our decision." He bent to her ear.
"Uh-uh! Are you out your mind?!"
He shook his head. "Come on, Mary. Running away from a challenge?"
"I'm already finishing one up," she hissed through her teeth so that only he could hear.
"Come on, Rory," Summer was giggling. Everyone knew she would jump at the chance to perform this dare. "It'll be fun."
"This is cruel and unusual punishment, I tell you!"
Summer and her gang were herding her towards the closest cabin.
"This is gonna be entertaining," Tristan announced as he rolled up his sleeves.
"I can't believe you're making me do this!"
"I thought dancing was your niche," Mindy said as she applied some lipstick on Rory. She winced as Summer pulled a lock of hair carelessly as she curled her hair.
"Yeah, cheerleading dancing. Not Britney Spears strip-tease-gotta-make-myself-stand-out dancing."
"Personally I thought her MTV Video Music Awards 2000 performance was a statement for all women," Summer put in.
"Yeah, stating we consider a napkin is sufficient clothing," she grumbled.
"What was that?"
"I didn't say anything." Rory glanced out the window, and she could see the rest of the truth/dare players putting together a makeshift stage. One guy was pulling out a large stereo.
"Done!" They chimed together, turning Rory towards the mirror. Big mistake!
"Very funny. You couldn't drag me outta this cabin looking like this if it were on fire!"
"Rory! It's gonna be great. You'll be a pop star."
"A slutty pop star."
"Details, details."
There was a knock on the door.
"Everyone's getting restless. Get moving!"
"Be there in a sec," Summer called. They dragged all 105 pounds of her screaming and kicking out the door.
There was a low murmur as she threaded through the crowd; people were trying to see her, but Summer and her groupies did their best to shield her until they reached the stage. They pushed her gently up and immediately a bright light shined on her.
"Good luck," they mouthed at her and joined the crowd.
Rory looked frantically around the little stage. Her eyes caught on Tristan's bemused ones, and anger boiled in her veins. * He doesn't think I can do it! * She tilted her chin up as the music began and pushed away her self-consciousness.
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I think I did it again
Apprehensively, she flicked off the first button. It wasn't exactly like the actual performance-it helped that she could go at her own pace.
I made you believe we're more than just friends
It was actually fun lip-syncing.
Oh baby
It might seem like a crush
But it doesn't mean that I'm serious
She opened the last button on the jacket. Loud hoots greeted this move and she flushed in embarrassment. * Might as well get this over with *
She pulled it off, swinging it in a high arc around her head. Cheers erupted, and many guys were digging in their pockets. Within seconds she was swamped with dollar bills, the green papers fluttering in the air around her. The worst was over! Now only twenty more seconds of this infernal song and she would be rid of this stupid prank forever...
"Lorelai Leigh Gilmore!"
Someone cut the music off abruptly and Rory turned slowly in the direction of the voice.
"I think we need to have a chat," Ms. Wilden said sternly, beckoning her over with a finger. Mr. Yarek stood by her side. Evidently they had heard the blaring music and come out to investigate.
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A.N.: Alrighty, I'm gonna wait until I get 77 for my next post (I need time to write the chapter). Yes, I will make it longer and I know 77 is a weird #. It'll be at least twice this size. Hahaha I just know someone's gonna come at me with a flaming torch or something for doing this, but I do need time to sleep even though trory writing is so much fun! So review review review! Pretty please?