Author's Note: Thanks ya'll! I'm so happy that you guys are enjoying this story! Okay, now that it is the weekend I'm writing! I'll try to write every weekend, unless I have a MAJOR project for school that is. Anyways, read on!
PS- I don't know if this was my best work so don't be too harsh.
Chapter 3
"Lane!" Tristan called as he walked into the maze that was Kim's Antiques. He just got back from Hartford and instead of going home to change out of his uniform he headed straight to his best friend's house.
"Tristan!" she called back.
"Where are you?" he asked.
"I'm in the kitchen." she answered.
"Okay, Lane? I got all turned around and now all I see is wood!" Tristan said, slightly panicked. "I don't exactly know where the kitchen is anymore."
From far off he heard Lane laugh. "Okay, okay, the search and rescue party is on the way. Marco!" she said coming out of the kitchen and entering the maze herself.
"Polo!" he said walking to find her.
"Marco!" she tried again.
"Polo!"
Lane stopped walking and frowned. "Are you moving?"
"Yeah why?"
"How can I find you if you don't stay in one place?!" she cried exasperatedly.
"Well," Tristan said coming up behind her, and wrapping his arms around her waist, whispering in her ear, "not a problem anymore."
Lane laughed and turned around, smacking his shoulder playfully. "Stop it, anyone would think we were going out. You know how this town talks."
Tristan sighed. "Yeah, yeah."
"So, you're a Chilton boy now." Lane said leading him to the kitchen. "What's it like?"
"Fairly decent." he said sitting down at the table where her homework was spread out.
"Come on, I need details! I am living through you!"
"Okay, okay. Well, it was definitely overwhelming! I'm going to be swimming in homework until the next millennium." he joked. "Oh, and I met this horrible girl."
"Hmm. Continue."
"Well, her name as I later found out, is Paris Geller. She in no means wants me to succeed in HER school." he said sarcastically. "But to make up for it, I did meet this guy who I actually am thinking of considering a friend."
"Really? Name please?" Lane asked interested.
"Yeah, his name is Henry. I actually thought that you and him might make a decent couple."
"Tris, you know I'm only allowed to date people my parents deem acceptable and unless he's a future Korean doctor..." Lane trailed off at the guilty look on Tristan's face. She narrowed her eyes at him.
"What's Henry's last name?"
Tristan shifted uncomfortably. "Cho." he answered quietly.
"What?! He is Korean! Don't tell me that he wants to be a doctor too!" Lane exclaimed, standing up and pacing in front of her friend.
"Well, kind of."
"Tristan! My parents would approve of him!" she whined.
"Lane! Give it a chance. Wait, no!" Tristan brought his hands up to the side of his head." It's not even definite yet! We're getting way ahead of ourselves here."
"Oh, right." Lane agreed, sitting down calmly. "So, yeah. I haven't even met him yet."
"I don't even know him well enough to introduce you too yet." he pointed out.
"Right, so I don't have to worry yet."
The two friends sat awkwardly for a moment then burst out laughing.
"So, you wanna go to Luke's?" Tristan offered.
"Let me check." Lane walked up to the base of the stairs. "Mama!"
"Lanie, what?" Mrs. Kim said as she bustled down the stairs.
"Can I go to Luke's with Tristan?"
Mrs. Kim threw a quick glance at the Davenport.
"You finish your homework?" she said strictly.
"Almost." Lane said quietly.
"Then you can't go. Go when you are done!" her mother replied in a tone that said her decision was final.
"Yes, Mama." Lane said bowing her head slightly and returning to the table.
"How about I meet you in an hour?" Tristan suggested. "Then maybe my mom could tag along too."
"Okay."
"Great, I'll finish telling you about my day later." he said and with that he left.
"Okay, so Michel was being the usual pain in the ass and Sookie just couldn't take it anymore." Diane said as she retold her day's events to Luke. "So he has this thing about calories and living forever or something so Sookie did this thing with a scale..."
"Hey Mom!" Tristan interrupted as he and Lane walked in. "Hey Luke."
"Hi, Diane, Luke." Lane greeted.
"Oh hey! There's my Chilton man, so how was your first day." Diane inquired excitedly.
"Nuh uh, no story time until I get coffee." he said throwing a look at Luke.
Luke sighed and brought him a cup.
"No use fighting anymore." he grumbled.
"Finally! You have learned to accept it!" Diane said proudly.
"Do you want me to take back that coffee." he threatened.
"No. Tristan spill now."
He quickly summarized his encounter with Paris and Henry then paused awkwardly.
"Okay hun, I know that you're holding back on us, there's someone else you met."
"Well, I didn't meet them per se." Tristan explained. "These three girls, they're in my English, History, and Math classes."
"And?" Lane prodded.
"Well..." he started nervously.
"They kind of freaked you out huh?"
"Yeah, in fact we have Math after lunch and for some reason they started calling me `Bible boy'."
"Oh, the whole bible boy thing." Diane said with a knowing nod.
"What's the bible boy thing?" Lane and Tristan asked simultaneously.
"I can't believe they still call people that."
"Di, you're heading down memory lane, come back and answer the question." Luke supplied.
"Oh yeah sorry. You're innocent." Diane answered like that would be enough.
She received three blank stares. "Okay, obviously I need to elaborate on that." She received three nods.
"Well, when they get a new student they tend to classify them. They thought that you were the innocent, virgin, goody two shoes type, which no offense you are, so they classified you as a bible boy."
"What do they call the girls?" Lane asked.
"Mary. As in the Virgin Mary, but just Mary for short."
"And do they usually openly call people this?" Tristan asked in disbelief.
"The whole school will call you that behind your back, only the "in" crowd will call you that to your face."
"And I just happened to run into the three reigning princesses of Chilton. Great." he groaned.
"So, names and what are they like!" Lane pressed.
"Yeah, story time sucks without details!" Diane agreed.
"Well, one of them is blond, Louise Grant. Then another one has short dark hair, that's Madeline Lynn, and then..." Tristan paused remembering, "this girl."
Diane and Lane exchanged a knowing look upon seeing his dazed expression.
"She had medium length coffee brown hair and these incredible sky blue eyes that pulled you in and didn't let you go and this smile. Innocent yet dangerous somehow."
"So she looked like a Mary..." his mother began.
"But is far from it. According to Henry anyway."
"So, is she like the school tramp?" Lane asked, forgetting all subtlety.
"Not a tramp. A better term would be vixen." Tristan explained.
"Hmm, and does this vixen have a name?" Diane asked.
"Rory, Rory Hayden." Tristan answered.
"Did you say Hayden?" Diane questioned curiously.
"Yeah why?"
"It's just, that name rings a bell."
"Old boyfriend?" Luke offered.
"No," she shook her head but seconds later it dawned on her, "Christopher Hayden!"
"Who?" Lane quipped.
"Christopher Hayden, I vaguely remember him. Children of high society are forced to socialize despite age differences. He's eight years older than I am so after I turned ten I never saw him again. He used to hang out with Lorelai Gilmore, that woman I was telling you about earlier. They always used to get into trouble together, total rebels, hated high society. So, he at least didn't go far if his daughter is at Chilton. I wonder what they're doing now." Diane finished.
Rory Hayden sighed tiredly and turned her silver BMW down her driveway. After punching in the code at the gate she continued down the driveway and pulled into the large garage that housed a collection of cars. Looking over she saw her mom's black Mercedes that she used during the weekdays parked in its usual spot closest to the door connecting the garage to the house. Rory slumped her shoulders slightly, that meant Lorelai Hayden was not only home but knew that Rory was not and was more than likely serving another detention. She sighed again and walked in the house, the first room being the kitchen. Confirming Rory's suspicions, Lorelai was ready and waiting for her daughter's arrival. She looked less than pleased as she tapped her high-heeled foot against the Italian tiled floor. She stood with her arms crossed in front of her daughter, wearing a navy blue business suit. Her hair was pulled back in a tight twist and a scowl graced her face as she glared at her only
daughter.
"Detention?" she asked sternly.
Rory threw her an indifferent look. "So what."
"Lorelai Leigh Hayden, that's got to be the fifth detention this month!" she exclaimed.
"Point." Rory said with a cruel smirk.
"Damn it Rory! Don't pull the spoiled brat act with me!" Lorelai yelled angrily as Rory went to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water.
"You know what?!" Rory said turning to her mother. "Don't come in here after ignoring me for your meetings with the ladies of high society and then pretend to care!"
"Don't take that tone with me young lady! You just wait for the hell you'll pay when your father gets home and hears about this!" she screamed as she followed Rory who had walked out towards the rest of the house. Rory stopped at the base of the stairs after the last comment and turned to Lorelai.
"Dad doesn't care and you know it! You are so pathetic for thinking he's coming home tonight. Face it! You became nothing more than a trophy wife! You're pitiful, so don't you dare pretend you can mother me! He's probably off screwing his secretary as we speak to add to his collection of affairs! And you haven't been so saintly yourself! You're the slut of all of Hartford!" Rory spat venomously.
Lorelai angrily slapped Rory across the cheek. Rory stumbled back onto the stairs and brought her hand up to the red handprint that was already forming.
"Listen to me you little bitch, if you ever talk to me like that again I'll do more than wipe that smirk off your face!" Lorelai threatened.
Rory straightened and looked Lorelai in the eyes. "I hate you."
NOTE ABOUT LANE: Despite the above chapter, Lane and Tristan are not going out! They are just flirty friends, nothing more. Now, moving on. Okay, someone just suggested that Lane should be a boy. Well, I don't think that person realized the criteria of the challenge. Rory and Tristan switched, and everything that goes along with the switch changes too. But ONLY the things and people that are directly connected to the choices made that caused them to be switched. Lane would be a girl no matter what happened that caused the two to trade places. So in answer to your question, anastacy, no it would not make sense for Lane to be a girl. Thank you for commenting on my grammar, I'm sorry that you found some mistakes but since English is not my best subject it is something you'll have to live with if you read this story. I try my best to make it free from error because I understand how important that is and while I'm glad you tried your hand at constructive criticism I'm afraid I
can't change the mistakes. I hope that I don't come off as sounding like a total bitch, because that is not my intention. I just feel that when a reviewer asks a legitimate question they deserve a legitimate answer. Thanks for reviewing.
PS- I don't know if this was my best work so don't be too harsh.
Chapter 3
"Lane!" Tristan called as he walked into the maze that was Kim's Antiques. He just got back from Hartford and instead of going home to change out of his uniform he headed straight to his best friend's house.
"Tristan!" she called back.
"Where are you?" he asked.
"I'm in the kitchen." she answered.
"Okay, Lane? I got all turned around and now all I see is wood!" Tristan said, slightly panicked. "I don't exactly know where the kitchen is anymore."
From far off he heard Lane laugh. "Okay, okay, the search and rescue party is on the way. Marco!" she said coming out of the kitchen and entering the maze herself.
"Polo!" he said walking to find her.
"Marco!" she tried again.
"Polo!"
Lane stopped walking and frowned. "Are you moving?"
"Yeah why?"
"How can I find you if you don't stay in one place?!" she cried exasperatedly.
"Well," Tristan said coming up behind her, and wrapping his arms around her waist, whispering in her ear, "not a problem anymore."
Lane laughed and turned around, smacking his shoulder playfully. "Stop it, anyone would think we were going out. You know how this town talks."
Tristan sighed. "Yeah, yeah."
"So, you're a Chilton boy now." Lane said leading him to the kitchen. "What's it like?"
"Fairly decent." he said sitting down at the table where her homework was spread out.
"Come on, I need details! I am living through you!"
"Okay, okay. Well, it was definitely overwhelming! I'm going to be swimming in homework until the next millennium." he joked. "Oh, and I met this horrible girl."
"Hmm. Continue."
"Well, her name as I later found out, is Paris Geller. She in no means wants me to succeed in HER school." he said sarcastically. "But to make up for it, I did meet this guy who I actually am thinking of considering a friend."
"Really? Name please?" Lane asked interested.
"Yeah, his name is Henry. I actually thought that you and him might make a decent couple."
"Tris, you know I'm only allowed to date people my parents deem acceptable and unless he's a future Korean doctor..." Lane trailed off at the guilty look on Tristan's face. She narrowed her eyes at him.
"What's Henry's last name?"
Tristan shifted uncomfortably. "Cho." he answered quietly.
"What?! He is Korean! Don't tell me that he wants to be a doctor too!" Lane exclaimed, standing up and pacing in front of her friend.
"Well, kind of."
"Tristan! My parents would approve of him!" she whined.
"Lane! Give it a chance. Wait, no!" Tristan brought his hands up to the side of his head." It's not even definite yet! We're getting way ahead of ourselves here."
"Oh, right." Lane agreed, sitting down calmly. "So, yeah. I haven't even met him yet."
"I don't even know him well enough to introduce you too yet." he pointed out.
"Right, so I don't have to worry yet."
The two friends sat awkwardly for a moment then burst out laughing.
"So, you wanna go to Luke's?" Tristan offered.
"Let me check." Lane walked up to the base of the stairs. "Mama!"
"Lanie, what?" Mrs. Kim said as she bustled down the stairs.
"Can I go to Luke's with Tristan?"
Mrs. Kim threw a quick glance at the Davenport.
"You finish your homework?" she said strictly.
"Almost." Lane said quietly.
"Then you can't go. Go when you are done!" her mother replied in a tone that said her decision was final.
"Yes, Mama." Lane said bowing her head slightly and returning to the table.
"How about I meet you in an hour?" Tristan suggested. "Then maybe my mom could tag along too."
"Okay."
"Great, I'll finish telling you about my day later." he said and with that he left.
"Okay, so Michel was being the usual pain in the ass and Sookie just couldn't take it anymore." Diane said as she retold her day's events to Luke. "So he has this thing about calories and living forever or something so Sookie did this thing with a scale..."
"Hey Mom!" Tristan interrupted as he and Lane walked in. "Hey Luke."
"Hi, Diane, Luke." Lane greeted.
"Oh hey! There's my Chilton man, so how was your first day." Diane inquired excitedly.
"Nuh uh, no story time until I get coffee." he said throwing a look at Luke.
Luke sighed and brought him a cup.
"No use fighting anymore." he grumbled.
"Finally! You have learned to accept it!" Diane said proudly.
"Do you want me to take back that coffee." he threatened.
"No. Tristan spill now."
He quickly summarized his encounter with Paris and Henry then paused awkwardly.
"Okay hun, I know that you're holding back on us, there's someone else you met."
"Well, I didn't meet them per se." Tristan explained. "These three girls, they're in my English, History, and Math classes."
"And?" Lane prodded.
"Well..." he started nervously.
"They kind of freaked you out huh?"
"Yeah, in fact we have Math after lunch and for some reason they started calling me `Bible boy'."
"Oh, the whole bible boy thing." Diane said with a knowing nod.
"What's the bible boy thing?" Lane and Tristan asked simultaneously.
"I can't believe they still call people that."
"Di, you're heading down memory lane, come back and answer the question." Luke supplied.
"Oh yeah sorry. You're innocent." Diane answered like that would be enough.
She received three blank stares. "Okay, obviously I need to elaborate on that." She received three nods.
"Well, when they get a new student they tend to classify them. They thought that you were the innocent, virgin, goody two shoes type, which no offense you are, so they classified you as a bible boy."
"What do they call the girls?" Lane asked.
"Mary. As in the Virgin Mary, but just Mary for short."
"And do they usually openly call people this?" Tristan asked in disbelief.
"The whole school will call you that behind your back, only the "in" crowd will call you that to your face."
"And I just happened to run into the three reigning princesses of Chilton. Great." he groaned.
"So, names and what are they like!" Lane pressed.
"Yeah, story time sucks without details!" Diane agreed.
"Well, one of them is blond, Louise Grant. Then another one has short dark hair, that's Madeline Lynn, and then..." Tristan paused remembering, "this girl."
Diane and Lane exchanged a knowing look upon seeing his dazed expression.
"She had medium length coffee brown hair and these incredible sky blue eyes that pulled you in and didn't let you go and this smile. Innocent yet dangerous somehow."
"So she looked like a Mary..." his mother began.
"But is far from it. According to Henry anyway."
"So, is she like the school tramp?" Lane asked, forgetting all subtlety.
"Not a tramp. A better term would be vixen." Tristan explained.
"Hmm, and does this vixen have a name?" Diane asked.
"Rory, Rory Hayden." Tristan answered.
"Did you say Hayden?" Diane questioned curiously.
"Yeah why?"
"It's just, that name rings a bell."
"Old boyfriend?" Luke offered.
"No," she shook her head but seconds later it dawned on her, "Christopher Hayden!"
"Who?" Lane quipped.
"Christopher Hayden, I vaguely remember him. Children of high society are forced to socialize despite age differences. He's eight years older than I am so after I turned ten I never saw him again. He used to hang out with Lorelai Gilmore, that woman I was telling you about earlier. They always used to get into trouble together, total rebels, hated high society. So, he at least didn't go far if his daughter is at Chilton. I wonder what they're doing now." Diane finished.
Rory Hayden sighed tiredly and turned her silver BMW down her driveway. After punching in the code at the gate she continued down the driveway and pulled into the large garage that housed a collection of cars. Looking over she saw her mom's black Mercedes that she used during the weekdays parked in its usual spot closest to the door connecting the garage to the house. Rory slumped her shoulders slightly, that meant Lorelai Hayden was not only home but knew that Rory was not and was more than likely serving another detention. She sighed again and walked in the house, the first room being the kitchen. Confirming Rory's suspicions, Lorelai was ready and waiting for her daughter's arrival. She looked less than pleased as she tapped her high-heeled foot against the Italian tiled floor. She stood with her arms crossed in front of her daughter, wearing a navy blue business suit. Her hair was pulled back in a tight twist and a scowl graced her face as she glared at her only
daughter.
"Detention?" she asked sternly.
Rory threw her an indifferent look. "So what."
"Lorelai Leigh Hayden, that's got to be the fifth detention this month!" she exclaimed.
"Point." Rory said with a cruel smirk.
"Damn it Rory! Don't pull the spoiled brat act with me!" Lorelai yelled angrily as Rory went to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water.
"You know what?!" Rory said turning to her mother. "Don't come in here after ignoring me for your meetings with the ladies of high society and then pretend to care!"
"Don't take that tone with me young lady! You just wait for the hell you'll pay when your father gets home and hears about this!" she screamed as she followed Rory who had walked out towards the rest of the house. Rory stopped at the base of the stairs after the last comment and turned to Lorelai.
"Dad doesn't care and you know it! You are so pathetic for thinking he's coming home tonight. Face it! You became nothing more than a trophy wife! You're pitiful, so don't you dare pretend you can mother me! He's probably off screwing his secretary as we speak to add to his collection of affairs! And you haven't been so saintly yourself! You're the slut of all of Hartford!" Rory spat venomously.
Lorelai angrily slapped Rory across the cheek. Rory stumbled back onto the stairs and brought her hand up to the red handprint that was already forming.
"Listen to me you little bitch, if you ever talk to me like that again I'll do more than wipe that smirk off your face!" Lorelai threatened.
Rory straightened and looked Lorelai in the eyes. "I hate you."
NOTE ABOUT LANE: Despite the above chapter, Lane and Tristan are not going out! They are just flirty friends, nothing more. Now, moving on. Okay, someone just suggested that Lane should be a boy. Well, I don't think that person realized the criteria of the challenge. Rory and Tristan switched, and everything that goes along with the switch changes too. But ONLY the things and people that are directly connected to the choices made that caused them to be switched. Lane would be a girl no matter what happened that caused the two to trade places. So in answer to your question, anastacy, no it would not make sense for Lane to be a girl. Thank you for commenting on my grammar, I'm sorry that you found some mistakes but since English is not my best subject it is something you'll have to live with if you read this story. I try my best to make it free from error because I understand how important that is and while I'm glad you tried your hand at constructive criticism I'm afraid I
can't change the mistakes. I hope that I don't come off as sounding like a total bitch, because that is not my intention. I just feel that when a reviewer asks a legitimate question they deserve a legitimate answer. Thanks for reviewing.