"So Sexy" by munkie
Chapter 4: Philosophical Fighting Clubs and Munchies
"You invited who?" My mom screeched and the car swerved. I grabbed the wheel and put us back in the right lane.
"Mom! Be careful! You almost got us killed."
"E.T.? You invited E.T.? Why on earth would you do such a thing?"
"I owed him a favor." I paused and glanced out the window. In a rush I continued, "Did-I-also-mention-he's-staying-the-night?"
"What! You didn't run that by me? What if I have a problem with that?"
"Umm… Deal with it?"
"Oh! You did not just say that to me! Now, just because of that I'm going to let you suffer!" She smirked and I shuddered.
"Why'd you do that?"
"Do what?"
"Shudder. You shuddered."
"You smirked."
"And?"
"Tristan does that."
"So?"
"I had a dream-" Before I could finish my mom cut me off.
"Ooh. A dream. Do tell."
"It's not like that."
"Not like what? I didn't say anything."
"I know what you were thinking."
"What? What was I thinking?"
"Don't even try to play innocent. I know how your dirty, little mind works."
"Rory?"
"Yes?"
"Are you going to tell me about the dream or not?"
"It was really sweet but so confusing. He kissed me, I told him I loved him, he tickled me, we kissed some more and I woke up."
"Wait. Back up. Rewind. You told him you loved him?"
"Yeah. It was weird. We were joking and kissing and I said I loved him in a teasing way and he got all serious and asked me if I did love him and I said… ''Course silly.'"
"Do you love him?"
"No! I'm 17. I don't know what love is!"
"Doesn't mean you can't love somebody."
"I'm not in love with him. I don't love him. In any way. Okay?"
"Sure." There was a moment of silence but she had to break it by adding one more thing. "Not yet anyways."
She parked and climbed out of the car. I ran after her but couldn't say anything. Grandma opened the door and let us in. We settled into the sitting room.
"Where's your guest?"
"Oh. He'll be here in a bit Grandma."
"He?" The simple word had piqued her interest.
"Yes. Tristan Dugrey. I believe you've met him before."
"Did you say Dugrey?"
"Yes. I think Grandpa does business with Tristan's grandfather." I smiled and tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear.
~*~
I pulled up to the elder Gilmore's house, took a quick glance in the mirror, then got out and rang the doorbell. An older woman I recognized as Emily Gilmore opened the door. My charming smile was already firmly in place. I opened my mouth to say 'hello' but she ushered me inside.
"You must be Tristan. I know your grandfather, Janlen. He's a darling man. Rory's just through that door." Her finger was pointing to the left so I followed it.
Sure enough, there was Rory. 'As gorgeous as usual,' I inwardly groaned.
Her grandfather, Richard, stood up and shook my hand. "Still a strong grip I see."
I smiled at him and said, "Yes sir."
Someone, who undoubtedly had to be Rory's mom, stood up and hugged me. She was hastily whispering in my ear, "Behave yourself. If you do anything to hurt my daughter I'll cut off your head and mount it on a stick to put in the front yard as a warning for all future interests of Rory's." She stepped back and smirked.
I like her already.
~*~
Dinner was going fine. Grandma seemed to really like Tristan, but I couldn't help but think it was partially due to the fact that he's a Dugrey. She kept asking him about school; what were his favorite subjects and such. I wasn't really paying attention, trying to avoid my mother's gaze. Then one question threw me into the conversation.
"So Tristan, where do you want to attend college?" Her voice was genuinely sweet.
"Harvard ma'am."
"Is that right? Rory's going to go there." She turned to me and said, "Aren't you dear?"
"Uh… What?" I bit my lip and looked away from my mother.
"You want to go to Harvard?" Grandma was smiling but you could tell she was irritated.
"Oh, yeah. Yeah, Harvard. Definitely." I chanced a look at mom. She was barely containing her laughter.
"Rory, you're acting as if you've never had a conversation in your life. Are you feeling alright?"
"Oh no!" My mom broke in overdramatically. "Rory! You're not feeling well? We better get you home!"
I gave her a sly look and followed a long.
"I am feeling kind of queasy. I'm sure I'll be fine once I get some rest." I stood up and pretended to be light headed. Tristan just looked on with amusement.
"We really should get you home." My mom's voice dripped with concern. "We'll see you next Friday mom."
"Oh. All right. Call me when she's feeling better." Grandma looked slightly upset. I was starting to feel guilty so I rushed past her and grabbed my coat.
"Bye Grandma. Bye Grandpa."
Tristan spoke up them, "It was lovely meeting you Emily." Then he gave her a dashing smile, kissed her hand, got his coat and headed outside. I thought I was going to gag.
Mom ran out after us saying goodbye over her shoulder.
"Okay. E.T. just follow our car and you'll be fine."
~*~
"Rory! You're the best excuse! I mean that in the most loving way." My mom was still going on about how easy that dinner was to get out of and why they all couldn't be like that. Sometimes she drives me crazy.
"We can't do that often or Grandma will get suspicious," I pointed out.
"Bummer. Ooh, look here comes E.T. He's such a suck up. Grrr…"
I looked out our open door and saw him getting out of his car. He walked quickly and confidently. He looked good. Real good. In a nice suit that was molded to fit his body perfectly and his hair all just-rolled-out-of-bed messy. He had a bag thrown over his shoulder that I assume is filled with clothing.
'Yum.' I noticeably licked my lips then scolded myself for doing so.
"Hey?" I looked up to see Tristan standing directly in front of me. 'How long had he been there?'
"Oh. Hey. So you get the couch tonight but we're going to go get movies and have a movie marathon. So there might not be much sleeping on the couch."
"No problemo. So what are we watching?"
"I don't know. I was thinking 'The Princess Bride.' 'Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory' is always a favorite. We'll decide when we get there."
"Umm… Okay." He started to loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt.
'I love his body… What! I didn't just think that. Okay… Focus Rory. He's talking.'
"Yeah… So I'm going to change. Where can I do that?"
"Just down the hall to the left." I showed him then ran into my room.
'Oh God… I've got to stop thinking of him like that.' I took a deep breath and changed clothing.
~*~
"You've never seen 'Fight Club'? Are you serious? It's quite possibly one of the greatest movies ever made! Plus, Brad Pitt and Edward Norton are great actors." I watched her think it over.
"Hmm… Mom would like Brad Pitt and Edward Norton… I need a little more than that… What else does it have?"
I was ready for her. "It's philosophical. You like smart stuff that makes you think, right?" She looked at me quizzically. I could see doubt in her eye.
"How is a movie called, 'Fight Club', philosophical?"
"Well Edward Norton plays this guy who's always thinking about life and one of the best quotes of the movie is: 'If I woke up in a different place, in a different time, could I be a different person?' Now tell me that isn't philosophical."
"Fine. We'll get it, but we're also getting 'Willy Wonka'!" She said triumphantly.
As we were paying Lorelei came in carrying four bags. "I've got the munchies," she said.
"Really Lorelei? I didn't know you smoked. I think you're setting a bad example for Rory," I smirked at her. (Someone had to say it, I just spoke up first.)
"Noooooo E.T." She dragged out the words as if talking to a child. "I've got the junk food. You know? To munch on? Because they're munchable. Which in conclusion makes them munchies. Now what movies did you get?" We started to head back to their house.
I had to hand it to Lorelei. She was quick witted. Now I know where Rory gets it from.
"Well we got 'Willy Wonka.'"
"A classic."
"Of course."
I listened in amusement. They're lively banter was highly entertaining.
"We also got some movie that Tristan wanted. Supposively it's philosophical. Which is unlikely because Tristan isn't one for smarts but it's ok because Brad Pitt and Edward Norton are in it."
"Ooh. Yummy. So what's this Plato-like movie called?"
"It's not Plato-like. It just ponders the meaning of life," I said.
"Still doesn't answer my question."
"I think he said it was called 'Fighting Clubs'?"
"No. 'Fight Club.' Believe me, you'll enjoy it."
"Well obviously! Droolsville here we come!"
~*~
"Okay. I sat through 'Willy Wonka' and those creepy Oompa Loompas and I didn't complain once. You can't sit here and tell me you didn't like 'Fight Club.'"
"I'm not saying that. It was good. It just made me sad. Why did Bob have to die? He was a good guy. So what if he had breasts!"
"Rory… Rory… Rory." He was smiling at me again. He does that a lot.
"What?"
"You are truly the most unique person I've ever met."
This time I smiled. "Thanks."
"Well kiddies there's a wedding at the inn tomorrow so I'm off to bed." My mom got up and headed upstairs. "Night munchkins," she said while yawning.
"Night mom." I turned to Tristan and spoke softly, "I'm going to go to bed now too. You know where the bathroom and the kitchen are. If you need anything else you know where to find me."
"Okay. Goodnight Rory."
I don't know why but I hugged him. I guess it was an impulse. When I pulled away my cheeks were flushed.
After I was safely in my room I began to breathe again.
'Why did I do that? Mmm… Tristan's in my living room. Sleeping there. Tristan's sleeping in my living room. A half clad Tristan… Oh god!'
~*~
I must mention that 'Fight Club' happens to be one of my most favorite movies. I can't believe how long this is! And it still doesn't have much of a plot. I'm sorry. I just wanted to get something in before you all killed me. I'll write more (hopefully with some plot!). Oh and before I forget- Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the idea. Well thanks for reading…
-munkie
Chapter 4: Philosophical Fighting Clubs and Munchies
"You invited who?" My mom screeched and the car swerved. I grabbed the wheel and put us back in the right lane.
"Mom! Be careful! You almost got us killed."
"E.T.? You invited E.T.? Why on earth would you do such a thing?"
"I owed him a favor." I paused and glanced out the window. In a rush I continued, "Did-I-also-mention-he's-staying-the-night?"
"What! You didn't run that by me? What if I have a problem with that?"
"Umm… Deal with it?"
"Oh! You did not just say that to me! Now, just because of that I'm going to let you suffer!" She smirked and I shuddered.
"Why'd you do that?"
"Do what?"
"Shudder. You shuddered."
"You smirked."
"And?"
"Tristan does that."
"So?"
"I had a dream-" Before I could finish my mom cut me off.
"Ooh. A dream. Do tell."
"It's not like that."
"Not like what? I didn't say anything."
"I know what you were thinking."
"What? What was I thinking?"
"Don't even try to play innocent. I know how your dirty, little mind works."
"Rory?"
"Yes?"
"Are you going to tell me about the dream or not?"
"It was really sweet but so confusing. He kissed me, I told him I loved him, he tickled me, we kissed some more and I woke up."
"Wait. Back up. Rewind. You told him you loved him?"
"Yeah. It was weird. We were joking and kissing and I said I loved him in a teasing way and he got all serious and asked me if I did love him and I said… ''Course silly.'"
"Do you love him?"
"No! I'm 17. I don't know what love is!"
"Doesn't mean you can't love somebody."
"I'm not in love with him. I don't love him. In any way. Okay?"
"Sure." There was a moment of silence but she had to break it by adding one more thing. "Not yet anyways."
She parked and climbed out of the car. I ran after her but couldn't say anything. Grandma opened the door and let us in. We settled into the sitting room.
"Where's your guest?"
"Oh. He'll be here in a bit Grandma."
"He?" The simple word had piqued her interest.
"Yes. Tristan Dugrey. I believe you've met him before."
"Did you say Dugrey?"
"Yes. I think Grandpa does business with Tristan's grandfather." I smiled and tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear.
~*~
I pulled up to the elder Gilmore's house, took a quick glance in the mirror, then got out and rang the doorbell. An older woman I recognized as Emily Gilmore opened the door. My charming smile was already firmly in place. I opened my mouth to say 'hello' but she ushered me inside.
"You must be Tristan. I know your grandfather, Janlen. He's a darling man. Rory's just through that door." Her finger was pointing to the left so I followed it.
Sure enough, there was Rory. 'As gorgeous as usual,' I inwardly groaned.
Her grandfather, Richard, stood up and shook my hand. "Still a strong grip I see."
I smiled at him and said, "Yes sir."
Someone, who undoubtedly had to be Rory's mom, stood up and hugged me. She was hastily whispering in my ear, "Behave yourself. If you do anything to hurt my daughter I'll cut off your head and mount it on a stick to put in the front yard as a warning for all future interests of Rory's." She stepped back and smirked.
I like her already.
~*~
Dinner was going fine. Grandma seemed to really like Tristan, but I couldn't help but think it was partially due to the fact that he's a Dugrey. She kept asking him about school; what were his favorite subjects and such. I wasn't really paying attention, trying to avoid my mother's gaze. Then one question threw me into the conversation.
"So Tristan, where do you want to attend college?" Her voice was genuinely sweet.
"Harvard ma'am."
"Is that right? Rory's going to go there." She turned to me and said, "Aren't you dear?"
"Uh… What?" I bit my lip and looked away from my mother.
"You want to go to Harvard?" Grandma was smiling but you could tell she was irritated.
"Oh, yeah. Yeah, Harvard. Definitely." I chanced a look at mom. She was barely containing her laughter.
"Rory, you're acting as if you've never had a conversation in your life. Are you feeling alright?"
"Oh no!" My mom broke in overdramatically. "Rory! You're not feeling well? We better get you home!"
I gave her a sly look and followed a long.
"I am feeling kind of queasy. I'm sure I'll be fine once I get some rest." I stood up and pretended to be light headed. Tristan just looked on with amusement.
"We really should get you home." My mom's voice dripped with concern. "We'll see you next Friday mom."
"Oh. All right. Call me when she's feeling better." Grandma looked slightly upset. I was starting to feel guilty so I rushed past her and grabbed my coat.
"Bye Grandma. Bye Grandpa."
Tristan spoke up them, "It was lovely meeting you Emily." Then he gave her a dashing smile, kissed her hand, got his coat and headed outside. I thought I was going to gag.
Mom ran out after us saying goodbye over her shoulder.
"Okay. E.T. just follow our car and you'll be fine."
~*~
"Rory! You're the best excuse! I mean that in the most loving way." My mom was still going on about how easy that dinner was to get out of and why they all couldn't be like that. Sometimes she drives me crazy.
"We can't do that often or Grandma will get suspicious," I pointed out.
"Bummer. Ooh, look here comes E.T. He's such a suck up. Grrr…"
I looked out our open door and saw him getting out of his car. He walked quickly and confidently. He looked good. Real good. In a nice suit that was molded to fit his body perfectly and his hair all just-rolled-out-of-bed messy. He had a bag thrown over his shoulder that I assume is filled with clothing.
'Yum.' I noticeably licked my lips then scolded myself for doing so.
"Hey?" I looked up to see Tristan standing directly in front of me. 'How long had he been there?'
"Oh. Hey. So you get the couch tonight but we're going to go get movies and have a movie marathon. So there might not be much sleeping on the couch."
"No problemo. So what are we watching?"
"I don't know. I was thinking 'The Princess Bride.' 'Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory' is always a favorite. We'll decide when we get there."
"Umm… Okay." He started to loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt.
'I love his body… What! I didn't just think that. Okay… Focus Rory. He's talking.'
"Yeah… So I'm going to change. Where can I do that?"
"Just down the hall to the left." I showed him then ran into my room.
'Oh God… I've got to stop thinking of him like that.' I took a deep breath and changed clothing.
~*~
"You've never seen 'Fight Club'? Are you serious? It's quite possibly one of the greatest movies ever made! Plus, Brad Pitt and Edward Norton are great actors." I watched her think it over.
"Hmm… Mom would like Brad Pitt and Edward Norton… I need a little more than that… What else does it have?"
I was ready for her. "It's philosophical. You like smart stuff that makes you think, right?" She looked at me quizzically. I could see doubt in her eye.
"How is a movie called, 'Fight Club', philosophical?"
"Well Edward Norton plays this guy who's always thinking about life and one of the best quotes of the movie is: 'If I woke up in a different place, in a different time, could I be a different person?' Now tell me that isn't philosophical."
"Fine. We'll get it, but we're also getting 'Willy Wonka'!" She said triumphantly.
As we were paying Lorelei came in carrying four bags. "I've got the munchies," she said.
"Really Lorelei? I didn't know you smoked. I think you're setting a bad example for Rory," I smirked at her. (Someone had to say it, I just spoke up first.)
"Noooooo E.T." She dragged out the words as if talking to a child. "I've got the junk food. You know? To munch on? Because they're munchable. Which in conclusion makes them munchies. Now what movies did you get?" We started to head back to their house.
I had to hand it to Lorelei. She was quick witted. Now I know where Rory gets it from.
"Well we got 'Willy Wonka.'"
"A classic."
"Of course."
I listened in amusement. They're lively banter was highly entertaining.
"We also got some movie that Tristan wanted. Supposively it's philosophical. Which is unlikely because Tristan isn't one for smarts but it's ok because Brad Pitt and Edward Norton are in it."
"Ooh. Yummy. So what's this Plato-like movie called?"
"It's not Plato-like. It just ponders the meaning of life," I said.
"Still doesn't answer my question."
"I think he said it was called 'Fighting Clubs'?"
"No. 'Fight Club.' Believe me, you'll enjoy it."
"Well obviously! Droolsville here we come!"
~*~
"Okay. I sat through 'Willy Wonka' and those creepy Oompa Loompas and I didn't complain once. You can't sit here and tell me you didn't like 'Fight Club.'"
"I'm not saying that. It was good. It just made me sad. Why did Bob have to die? He was a good guy. So what if he had breasts!"
"Rory… Rory… Rory." He was smiling at me again. He does that a lot.
"What?"
"You are truly the most unique person I've ever met."
This time I smiled. "Thanks."
"Well kiddies there's a wedding at the inn tomorrow so I'm off to bed." My mom got up and headed upstairs. "Night munchkins," she said while yawning.
"Night mom." I turned to Tristan and spoke softly, "I'm going to go to bed now too. You know where the bathroom and the kitchen are. If you need anything else you know where to find me."
"Okay. Goodnight Rory."
I don't know why but I hugged him. I guess it was an impulse. When I pulled away my cheeks were flushed.
After I was safely in my room I began to breathe again.
'Why did I do that? Mmm… Tristan's in my living room. Sleeping there. Tristan's sleeping in my living room. A half clad Tristan… Oh god!'
~*~
I must mention that 'Fight Club' happens to be one of my most favorite movies. I can't believe how long this is! And it still doesn't have much of a plot. I'm sorry. I just wanted to get something in before you all killed me. I'll write more (hopefully with some plot!). Oh and before I forget- Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the idea. Well thanks for reading…
-munkie