SUMMARY - An old friend of Rory's is moving back to Stars Hollow and is
going to go Chilton.
RATING PG/PG-13(?)
DISCLAIMER - Gilmore Girls and its characters belong to Dorothy Parker Drank Here Productions and Hofflund/Polone in association with Warner Bros. Television.
AUTHOR'S NOTE - This is part 3 to Chilton's Not Ready for Magdalene... I am sorry for the LONG delay with this story, I have been out of the country (unexpectedly) and just got back a little bit ago, and then my computer broke and I had to wait for my brother to come fix it… And then the tragedy on 9-11… It's been a mess. But I hope you all like Part 3, and I'm typing as fast as my little fingers will take me… More too come... Tell me what you think J thanks!
Chilton's Not Ready For Magdalene (Part 3)
Chilton
"Where could she be?" Tristan asked Rory. They have been looking for Abigail ever since she left the cafeteria. And their search has all been dead ends. "We checked ever where."
"No we haven't," Rory said.
"Well, where else can we check?"
"The drama costume closet."
"Huh?"
"When we we're little Abby always use to hid in costume closets, she wanted to be an actress and when things would get tough for her she would just go in the closet and pretend she was in some movie acting everything out. Find the closet and we will most defentaly find her."
"As weird as that sounds, I believe you."
"You should," she said. The walked behind the stage area and find the costume closet Rory open the door.
"What are you doing here Abs?"
"Shaving sheep," she said. Tristan looked at her.
"What does it look like I'm doing… My homework," Abigail said scarcastlity.
"Homework is suppose to be done at 'home'," Tristan said joking with her.
Abigail looked at him, "and they call it a knuckle sandwich for a reason, maybe I'll show you."
"Aw lighten up babe," he said to her.
"No, my hair won't get lighter, but if you want a lighter shade try Paris, I'm sure she'll dye her hair for you, babe," Abby said gathering her books and smiling at him.
"What's up with you?" Tristan said.
"Nothing I'm just try to get my stuff done before my classes start," she said.
"And you do that in the closets…" he said scarcastalistly.
"Yeah, the rats help with my geometry," she said acing serious.
"The rats, they talk to you?" he asked.
"No, they sit there and they jump up and down and then write my answers down."
"Your so funny."
"I know."
"Hey, what did your mom say last night," Rory asked tryin' to change the subject.
Abby paused, then kept walkin', "I um… can't remember," she said finally.
"Oh, well my mom was gonna call her tonight, 'cause she wanted to talk to her."
"No, she doesn't have to do that," Abigail said to her.
"Yeah but she wants to."
"Well my mom's not home."
"Where is she?"
Abigail stopped and tuned around, "She's in Paris with Lou."
"Lou?"
"Yeah, Lou." She kept walking.
"Alright what's she doing with Lou in Paris?" Rory asked.
"What do you think she's doing in Paris…" Abby said angrily, not at Rory, just angry with her life.
"Oh… Sorry Abs."
"Why? I don't care, she can screw who ever she wants it's not my business."
"Of course it is," Tristan butted in.
"No it's not," she said stopping and looking at him.
"Yeah, they're your parents, you have a right to what's going on in their lives."
"No, you don't get it," she started walking again.
"They're not my parents, there just these two morons who had sex, had baby a girl and didn't want one, didn't know how to raise a kid, didn't even love each other. They don't care about me. What they care about is their name. That's it. And they can't have their little screw up daughter ruin everything for them. I don't have the right to know what goes on in their lives and I don't want to know. Period. End of story."
"Abby, come on let's talk about it," Tristan said.
"There's nothing to talk about."
"Abs…" Rory started but was cut off.
"Look guys there's nothing to talk about cause there's nothing going on, I just came to finish my homework so I have it for class, that's it. So please drop it."
"Well, if you won't talk about your mom…" Pause.
"We'll talk about why you don't like Dean, and how you know him," Rory said, Abigail stopped in her tracks.
"I never said I didn't like Dean," Abigail replied.
"You didn't have to," Rory said.
"Yeah there is a story there," Tristan said.
"Look, I have a right to know, you're my best friend and he's my boyfriend," Rory said the last word very softly. Tristan shift his gaze to the floor and put his hands in his pocket, then looked up, Abigail was staring at him with a look on her face.
"What?" he asked.
She shook her head like she was being snapped out of a daze, "Nothing."
"I don't think we should talk about this right now."
"Why not?" Tristan and Rory said in unison.
"It's not a good time right now."
"Abby…" Rory moaned.
"Rory…" Abigail moaned back.
"Fine, but tonight we're talking," Rory said.
Abigail started to walk again down the hall, "Sure Ror." She stopped and turned around, "Oh but it will have to be after my skate."
"Alright Ab," Rory said with a smile.
"Okay," she said, and continued down hallway-again.
"So what do you think happened between her and Dean?" Tristan asked as he stared at Abigail's back.
"I don't know, but something very wrong… When ever I ask Abby she makes a quick exit, and when I ask Dean he changes the subject."
Abigail's Locker
"Shit, shit, shit!" Abigail swore to herself. "Where could that have gone?!" she asked herself as she look furiously through her things.
"Abigail… Swearing in the hallways… Tsk, Tsk."
"Oh shut up Paris."
"Oh are we a little touchy today? Did I say something wrong, and make you upset?" Paris said acting like she was sorry.
"Don't flatter yourself Paris." Abigail replied still looking through her things. She closed her locker, picked up her bag and started past Paris.
"That's it?" Paris asked angrly.
"Oh God, what the hell do you want?" she asked turning around.
"I'm just thinking, why are you off in such rush."
"Why do you care?"
"I don't."
"Well Paris, obviously you do, or you wouldn't be asking me mindless questions."
"I don't care Abigail."
"Then I'm leaving Paris." Abigail walked back down the hall towards her classroom again. "And to think, how long I just wasting my time fighting with her." Abigail said to herself as she rolled her eyes.
Gilmore House Later that Day
"Lucies, I'm home!" Lorelei shouted as she closed the door to the house.
"Kitchen!" Rory yelled.
"It's rain cats and dogs out there! AH!" Lorelei screamed as she walked into the kitchen at the sight of Rory, Dean, and Tristan. "Where's the Ab- dominator?" she asked them mocking Arnold Sworzanager.
"No idea," Rory said. Just then the phone rang. Everyone stared at it.
Lorelei picked it up off the table, "ello," she said into it. "What's up Lukey?" Pause. "Really…" Long Pause. "Alright, Thank you darling. Bye!" and she hung up the phone. "Well that was our favorite family coffee man, and he said that he saw a beautiful 5'2", brown hair, girl out back of the Diner, sittin' in the rain, in jeans and a t-shirt. And for some odd reason he felt compelled to call me and tell me." She said matter-of-factly.
"MOM!" Rory yelled jumping up at the news.
"I know, I know. I told him that I was here, and that I'm taller then 5'2", but he just kept talking…"
"You drive me crazy!" Rory said to her mother as she ran to the front door to grab her jacket.
"You drive me crazy, I just can't sleep. I'm so excited I'm in to deep…" Lorelei started singing the Britney Spears song.
"MOTHER!"
"DAUGHTER!"
Rory rolled her yes at her mom. "Listen kids, how bout you 3 stay here and I go get the Abster and bring her home," Lorelei said to them as she grab the keys off the table.
"But mom…" Rory started.
"Ror, I think it's the best, and don't you worry I bring her back."
"Fine, but hurry," Rory said to her.
"Cya guys!" Lorelei said as she closed the door behind her.
RATING PG/PG-13(?)
DISCLAIMER - Gilmore Girls and its characters belong to Dorothy Parker Drank Here Productions and Hofflund/Polone in association with Warner Bros. Television.
AUTHOR'S NOTE - This is part 3 to Chilton's Not Ready for Magdalene... I am sorry for the LONG delay with this story, I have been out of the country (unexpectedly) and just got back a little bit ago, and then my computer broke and I had to wait for my brother to come fix it… And then the tragedy on 9-11… It's been a mess. But I hope you all like Part 3, and I'm typing as fast as my little fingers will take me… More too come... Tell me what you think J thanks!
Chilton's Not Ready For Magdalene (Part 3)
Chilton
"Where could she be?" Tristan asked Rory. They have been looking for Abigail ever since she left the cafeteria. And their search has all been dead ends. "We checked ever where."
"No we haven't," Rory said.
"Well, where else can we check?"
"The drama costume closet."
"Huh?"
"When we we're little Abby always use to hid in costume closets, she wanted to be an actress and when things would get tough for her she would just go in the closet and pretend she was in some movie acting everything out. Find the closet and we will most defentaly find her."
"As weird as that sounds, I believe you."
"You should," she said. The walked behind the stage area and find the costume closet Rory open the door.
"What are you doing here Abs?"
"Shaving sheep," she said. Tristan looked at her.
"What does it look like I'm doing… My homework," Abigail said scarcastlity.
"Homework is suppose to be done at 'home'," Tristan said joking with her.
Abigail looked at him, "and they call it a knuckle sandwich for a reason, maybe I'll show you."
"Aw lighten up babe," he said to her.
"No, my hair won't get lighter, but if you want a lighter shade try Paris, I'm sure she'll dye her hair for you, babe," Abby said gathering her books and smiling at him.
"What's up with you?" Tristan said.
"Nothing I'm just try to get my stuff done before my classes start," she said.
"And you do that in the closets…" he said scarcastalistly.
"Yeah, the rats help with my geometry," she said acing serious.
"The rats, they talk to you?" he asked.
"No, they sit there and they jump up and down and then write my answers down."
"Your so funny."
"I know."
"Hey, what did your mom say last night," Rory asked tryin' to change the subject.
Abby paused, then kept walkin', "I um… can't remember," she said finally.
"Oh, well my mom was gonna call her tonight, 'cause she wanted to talk to her."
"No, she doesn't have to do that," Abigail said to her.
"Yeah but she wants to."
"Well my mom's not home."
"Where is she?"
Abigail stopped and tuned around, "She's in Paris with Lou."
"Lou?"
"Yeah, Lou." She kept walking.
"Alright what's she doing with Lou in Paris?" Rory asked.
"What do you think she's doing in Paris…" Abby said angrily, not at Rory, just angry with her life.
"Oh… Sorry Abs."
"Why? I don't care, she can screw who ever she wants it's not my business."
"Of course it is," Tristan butted in.
"No it's not," she said stopping and looking at him.
"Yeah, they're your parents, you have a right to what's going on in their lives."
"No, you don't get it," she started walking again.
"They're not my parents, there just these two morons who had sex, had baby a girl and didn't want one, didn't know how to raise a kid, didn't even love each other. They don't care about me. What they care about is their name. That's it. And they can't have their little screw up daughter ruin everything for them. I don't have the right to know what goes on in their lives and I don't want to know. Period. End of story."
"Abby, come on let's talk about it," Tristan said.
"There's nothing to talk about."
"Abs…" Rory started but was cut off.
"Look guys there's nothing to talk about cause there's nothing going on, I just came to finish my homework so I have it for class, that's it. So please drop it."
"Well, if you won't talk about your mom…" Pause.
"We'll talk about why you don't like Dean, and how you know him," Rory said, Abigail stopped in her tracks.
"I never said I didn't like Dean," Abigail replied.
"You didn't have to," Rory said.
"Yeah there is a story there," Tristan said.
"Look, I have a right to know, you're my best friend and he's my boyfriend," Rory said the last word very softly. Tristan shift his gaze to the floor and put his hands in his pocket, then looked up, Abigail was staring at him with a look on her face.
"What?" he asked.
She shook her head like she was being snapped out of a daze, "Nothing."
"I don't think we should talk about this right now."
"Why not?" Tristan and Rory said in unison.
"It's not a good time right now."
"Abby…" Rory moaned.
"Rory…" Abigail moaned back.
"Fine, but tonight we're talking," Rory said.
Abigail started to walk again down the hall, "Sure Ror." She stopped and turned around, "Oh but it will have to be after my skate."
"Alright Ab," Rory said with a smile.
"Okay," she said, and continued down hallway-again.
"So what do you think happened between her and Dean?" Tristan asked as he stared at Abigail's back.
"I don't know, but something very wrong… When ever I ask Abby she makes a quick exit, and when I ask Dean he changes the subject."
Abigail's Locker
"Shit, shit, shit!" Abigail swore to herself. "Where could that have gone?!" she asked herself as she look furiously through her things.
"Abigail… Swearing in the hallways… Tsk, Tsk."
"Oh shut up Paris."
"Oh are we a little touchy today? Did I say something wrong, and make you upset?" Paris said acting like she was sorry.
"Don't flatter yourself Paris." Abigail replied still looking through her things. She closed her locker, picked up her bag and started past Paris.
"That's it?" Paris asked angrly.
"Oh God, what the hell do you want?" she asked turning around.
"I'm just thinking, why are you off in such rush."
"Why do you care?"
"I don't."
"Well Paris, obviously you do, or you wouldn't be asking me mindless questions."
"I don't care Abigail."
"Then I'm leaving Paris." Abigail walked back down the hall towards her classroom again. "And to think, how long I just wasting my time fighting with her." Abigail said to herself as she rolled her eyes.
Gilmore House Later that Day
"Lucies, I'm home!" Lorelei shouted as she closed the door to the house.
"Kitchen!" Rory yelled.
"It's rain cats and dogs out there! AH!" Lorelei screamed as she walked into the kitchen at the sight of Rory, Dean, and Tristan. "Where's the Ab- dominator?" she asked them mocking Arnold Sworzanager.
"No idea," Rory said. Just then the phone rang. Everyone stared at it.
Lorelei picked it up off the table, "ello," she said into it. "What's up Lukey?" Pause. "Really…" Long Pause. "Alright, Thank you darling. Bye!" and she hung up the phone. "Well that was our favorite family coffee man, and he said that he saw a beautiful 5'2", brown hair, girl out back of the Diner, sittin' in the rain, in jeans and a t-shirt. And for some odd reason he felt compelled to call me and tell me." She said matter-of-factly.
"MOM!" Rory yelled jumping up at the news.
"I know, I know. I told him that I was here, and that I'm taller then 5'2", but he just kept talking…"
"You drive me crazy!" Rory said to her mother as she ran to the front door to grab her jacket.
"You drive me crazy, I just can't sleep. I'm so excited I'm in to deep…" Lorelei started singing the Britney Spears song.
"MOTHER!"
"DAUGHTER!"
Rory rolled her yes at her mom. "Listen kids, how bout you 3 stay here and I go get the Abster and bring her home," Lorelei said to them as she grab the keys off the table.
"But mom…" Rory started.
"Ror, I think it's the best, and don't you worry I bring her back."
"Fine, but hurry," Rory said to her.
"Cya guys!" Lorelei said as she closed the door behind her.