"So Sexy" by munkie
Chapter 3: E.T.
I rolled over and hit my alarm. 'Six o'clock already? And I was having such a good dream…
'It was a dream! Oh my God! It was a dream. I'm dreaming about him now. Once again I ask, what's wrong with me?'
I scrambled out of bed and towards the bathroom. Today was going to be a long day.
~*~
'Ahh, Friday. I love Fridays. It's the last day before the weekend and then there are no social obligations. No making "appearances." I just tell my friends I've got a "family function." They nod knowingly and leave me alone. Then I have the weekends free to do what I want…
'And what I don't want. But I know I won't be able to stop thinking about her. She consumes my every thought.
'There's just something about Rory Gilmore. I don't know what it is. Whoa! Was that a "There's Something About Mary" moment? Weird.'
I got out of bed and headed to my bathroom. Grabbing a towel I hung it on the towel rail. Then turning on the hot water I got undressed and into the shower. I couldn't help myself-I started singing.
"There's just something about Mary, they don't know…" Now that I think about it I like the "Buttercup Baby" song more than this one.
~*~
Today passed quickly and thankfully it was also uneventful. I avoided Tristan at all costs. Every time I saw him I thought about the dream. It was enough to make me blush and distance myself from him.
I did pass him once though and I could have sworn I heard him humming 'There's just something about Mary…' I added the incident to my long list of weird Tristan behavior.
'Tristan's so confusing,' was my last thought on the subject as I got off the bus.
I made my way to Luke's and sat down on a stool. "Luke. Coffee." Then as an afterthought I added, "Please." All he did was glare and set a cup in front of me. Then my mom burst through the door rambling about how her precious Fridays are gone.
"Oh glorious Fridays lost to the clutches of my evil mother. Surviving such a cruel and treacherous loss deserves coffee, don't you think?" My mother looked pointedly at Luke as she sat down.
Luke gruffly said, "No," then turned and walked away.
"How unfair! He didn't even let me state my case. I had a good argument and he just walks away. No argument. No nothing. You can't just leave a poor girl hanging!"
I laughed and taunted her with my now half full cup of coffee. "Mmm… Good coffee." I took a long drink while smiling. "So how was your day?"
She frowned but started to talk. "Horrible. Sookie broke 12 plates! Twelve! Then she dropped a box of eggs into the cake batter, which we had to remake, which resulted in an angry mob of customers. As if that wasn't enough she also broke her left arm falling over someone who was leaning over to get something behind her. And to top it all off Michel would not stop arguing with Sookie about how much salt goes into some kind of cookie. Michel wouldn't go away! He was even more annoying than usual! Now don't you think I deserve coffee?"
I offered her my cup and she took it greedily.
"There's nothing in this! You evil child! I didn't raise you to be cruel to me!"
"But you did raise me to never waste or give away coffee." She scowled at my triumphant smile.
Not when it involves your desperate mother, but…" She broke off and looked away.
"But what?"
"But I guess you have problems of your own."
"What? I don't have problems."
"Isn't there a certain blonde Adonis you can't stop thinking about?"
"Oh, those problems."
"Yeah, and I'm pretty sure you don't want people to know about these problems."
"What are you getting at?"
"You somehow got coffee and I think you should get some more and give it to me."
"Or what?"
"What do you mean 'or what'? Have you not been listening to this conversation? If you don't get me some coffee I'm going to tell E.T. you like him!"
"E.T.? Mom you know I never thought of E.T. like that. If I remember correctly that was you."
"Why do you have to remember everything? And E.T. is Evil Tristan! Aren't you supposed to be the smart one?"
"Since when have you started calling him E.T.?"
"Since I've been coffee deprived, now get me coffee!"
I smiled and got her some coffee from Luke. He grunted when I gave it to her and walked away. I guess I spaced out because when I turned back to my mom she was talking to me.
"So you ready for the grandparents tonight?"
"I think you should be asking yourself that."
~*~
I was lying in my bed trying to get away from the guests downstairs when this great idea just came to me. I picked up the phone and dialed Rory's number. Someone out of breath answered after about seven rings.
"Speak," a female voice said.
"Hi. This is Tristan Dugrey. Is Rory there?"
"E.T.? Why are you calling?" I was about to answer her but she cut me off, yelling, "Rory! E.T.'s on the phone!" A moment later Rory came on.
"Tristan?"
"Hey. Who was that and why'd she call me E.T.?"
"Oh. You didn't know? You're an extra terrestrial."
"Ha. Ha. Very funny."
"I thought so. So why are you calling me?"
"Well you owe me a favor and I kind of need one."
"I don't owe you any favors."
"Excuse me? Who did you use as a scapegoat?"
"Oh, yeah, right. Okay, so what do you want?"
"Well, you see my parents are kind of having a party right now and I don't want to stay but I don't have anywhere to go. So, if I tell them I have a project I have to work on with a partner I can leave to go work on it."
"And where do I fit into all this?"
"Can I come over and stay at your house for the night?"
"What! No! Y-you can't. Besides I'm not going to be here. I have to go to my grandparent's house for dinner."
"Come on Rory. You owe me. I can go with you. It will be easier too because I live like five minutes away from your grandparents. Please?"
"Fine. I'll call my grandma and tell her we're having a guest. Meet us at seven. You know where it is."
There was a click and then the dial tone. I smiled and tossed the phone over my head.
~*~
This is kind of just a chapter filler. I'm working on some sort of plot. I'm basically just writing this cuz I have nothing else to do. Lol. Tell me what you think of this chapter. Thanks. *_* munkie
Chapter 3: E.T.
I rolled over and hit my alarm. 'Six o'clock already? And I was having such a good dream…
'It was a dream! Oh my God! It was a dream. I'm dreaming about him now. Once again I ask, what's wrong with me?'
I scrambled out of bed and towards the bathroom. Today was going to be a long day.
~*~
'Ahh, Friday. I love Fridays. It's the last day before the weekend and then there are no social obligations. No making "appearances." I just tell my friends I've got a "family function." They nod knowingly and leave me alone. Then I have the weekends free to do what I want…
'And what I don't want. But I know I won't be able to stop thinking about her. She consumes my every thought.
'There's just something about Rory Gilmore. I don't know what it is. Whoa! Was that a "There's Something About Mary" moment? Weird.'
I got out of bed and headed to my bathroom. Grabbing a towel I hung it on the towel rail. Then turning on the hot water I got undressed and into the shower. I couldn't help myself-I started singing.
"There's just something about Mary, they don't know…" Now that I think about it I like the "Buttercup Baby" song more than this one.
~*~
Today passed quickly and thankfully it was also uneventful. I avoided Tristan at all costs. Every time I saw him I thought about the dream. It was enough to make me blush and distance myself from him.
I did pass him once though and I could have sworn I heard him humming 'There's just something about Mary…' I added the incident to my long list of weird Tristan behavior.
'Tristan's so confusing,' was my last thought on the subject as I got off the bus.
I made my way to Luke's and sat down on a stool. "Luke. Coffee." Then as an afterthought I added, "Please." All he did was glare and set a cup in front of me. Then my mom burst through the door rambling about how her precious Fridays are gone.
"Oh glorious Fridays lost to the clutches of my evil mother. Surviving such a cruel and treacherous loss deserves coffee, don't you think?" My mother looked pointedly at Luke as she sat down.
Luke gruffly said, "No," then turned and walked away.
"How unfair! He didn't even let me state my case. I had a good argument and he just walks away. No argument. No nothing. You can't just leave a poor girl hanging!"
I laughed and taunted her with my now half full cup of coffee. "Mmm… Good coffee." I took a long drink while smiling. "So how was your day?"
She frowned but started to talk. "Horrible. Sookie broke 12 plates! Twelve! Then she dropped a box of eggs into the cake batter, which we had to remake, which resulted in an angry mob of customers. As if that wasn't enough she also broke her left arm falling over someone who was leaning over to get something behind her. And to top it all off Michel would not stop arguing with Sookie about how much salt goes into some kind of cookie. Michel wouldn't go away! He was even more annoying than usual! Now don't you think I deserve coffee?"
I offered her my cup and she took it greedily.
"There's nothing in this! You evil child! I didn't raise you to be cruel to me!"
"But you did raise me to never waste or give away coffee." She scowled at my triumphant smile.
Not when it involves your desperate mother, but…" She broke off and looked away.
"But what?"
"But I guess you have problems of your own."
"What? I don't have problems."
"Isn't there a certain blonde Adonis you can't stop thinking about?"
"Oh, those problems."
"Yeah, and I'm pretty sure you don't want people to know about these problems."
"What are you getting at?"
"You somehow got coffee and I think you should get some more and give it to me."
"Or what?"
"What do you mean 'or what'? Have you not been listening to this conversation? If you don't get me some coffee I'm going to tell E.T. you like him!"
"E.T.? Mom you know I never thought of E.T. like that. If I remember correctly that was you."
"Why do you have to remember everything? And E.T. is Evil Tristan! Aren't you supposed to be the smart one?"
"Since when have you started calling him E.T.?"
"Since I've been coffee deprived, now get me coffee!"
I smiled and got her some coffee from Luke. He grunted when I gave it to her and walked away. I guess I spaced out because when I turned back to my mom she was talking to me.
"So you ready for the grandparents tonight?"
"I think you should be asking yourself that."
~*~
I was lying in my bed trying to get away from the guests downstairs when this great idea just came to me. I picked up the phone and dialed Rory's number. Someone out of breath answered after about seven rings.
"Speak," a female voice said.
"Hi. This is Tristan Dugrey. Is Rory there?"
"E.T.? Why are you calling?" I was about to answer her but she cut me off, yelling, "Rory! E.T.'s on the phone!" A moment later Rory came on.
"Tristan?"
"Hey. Who was that and why'd she call me E.T.?"
"Oh. You didn't know? You're an extra terrestrial."
"Ha. Ha. Very funny."
"I thought so. So why are you calling me?"
"Well you owe me a favor and I kind of need one."
"I don't owe you any favors."
"Excuse me? Who did you use as a scapegoat?"
"Oh, yeah, right. Okay, so what do you want?"
"Well, you see my parents are kind of having a party right now and I don't want to stay but I don't have anywhere to go. So, if I tell them I have a project I have to work on with a partner I can leave to go work on it."
"And where do I fit into all this?"
"Can I come over and stay at your house for the night?"
"What! No! Y-you can't. Besides I'm not going to be here. I have to go to my grandparent's house for dinner."
"Come on Rory. You owe me. I can go with you. It will be easier too because I live like five minutes away from your grandparents. Please?"
"Fine. I'll call my grandma and tell her we're having a guest. Meet us at seven. You know where it is."
There was a click and then the dial tone. I smiled and tossed the phone over my head.
~*~
This is kind of just a chapter filler. I'm working on some sort of plot. I'm basically just writing this cuz I have nothing else to do. Lol. Tell me what you think of this chapter. Thanks. *_* munkie