December 28, 2001
Hello! I'm back! I promised that the sequel to Last School Day would be posted during the holidays so here it is! Took me half an hour to write this first chapter. Not bad. Enjoy.
About my fanfic Stare: I do not intend to write a sequel about it. I wanted it to be a one shot and I never thought of continuing the story because many have written stories about how Tristan and Rory got together by a project already. And because I'm out of inspiration for it. I'm sorry. Maybe I'll change my mind, I do not know.
Oh, and a few messages to some who reviewed it:
"me": I don't want to be mean but... do you actually think I'm stupid or what? I mean, come on everybody, who does not know that "arg" is not a word?! (I apologize if I misunderstood you.)
otownroxx: Trory means Tristan+Rory. It's like a contraction. It can either mean it's a story about them or it can also refer to a person who is a fan of that couple.
And so I am a Trory. =^.'=
To all the others who reviewed both my stories: thank you!
On That Summer: As usual, nothing is mine except the story. This chapter does not include Tristan yet.
1. The Invitation
*Ring*
*Ring*
"The phone!"
*Ring*
"Where's the phone?!"
"I don't know! You used it half an hour ago!"
*Ring*
"Got it!" Lorelei shouted, retrieving the phone from under the couch and pressing the "talk" button.
"How did you get it there?!"
"I-"
"Hello Lorelei, can I please speak to Rory?" asked a voice on the phone.
"Never interrupt a conversation between mother and daughter."
"So who's giving the advices? I suppose it's Rory?" asked the amused girl on the other side of the line.
"Damn, you got us! Rory and me got our body switched by extraterrestrial-"
"Could I PLEASE talk to Rory?"
"That's me!"
"Right. And I'm Martin Luther King. Now hand me Rory." the voice was starting to sound irritated.
"Alright, alright."the woman muttered.
"Who is it?"
"French girl."And with that Lorelei threw the phone over to her daughter.
"Hey Paris! How are you?"she chirped, glaring at her mother.
"Hey coffee addict. I'm as fine as I can be after a conversation with your mother. Hey, it's noon. How many cups of coffee did you get since you woke up?"
"Um... two?"
"Right. And I'm Mother Theresa. Spit!"
"Five..."
"Wow! You serious? Only five?!"
"Bye Paris."
"Ok, ok. So, I'm having a party this Saturday, starting at 7pm. You wanna come?"
"Sure."
"Oh, and you can invite Lane, Jess and Dean too."
"I don't know about Lane, you know how her mother is. And I don't know about Jess..." she teased.
Paris had met Jess a few weeks before while over at Rory's working on a project. By the way Paris stared at him, she could tell that her friend was very interested in Luke's nephew.
"Rory!" replied the exasperated voice.
"Don't worry, he'll come." She was pretty sure that Jess was interested too.
"And your boyfriend?"
"I... I broke up with him a week ago."
"What? Why didn't you tell me? Are you alright?"inquired the blond girl.
Rory couldn't help but smile at her friend's worried tone. "I'm fine, really. We both wanted to break up. We were starting to feel more like... like siblings than a couple. You know what I mean. But I do think he'll come, I mean, we still hang out despite the break-up."
"That's good to hear. I'm glad you two are in good terms."
"Thanks. So, who else is going? Except Madeleine and Louise of course."
"It won't be a big party, don't worry! I'm inviting some people of Chilton, including Henry for Lane and some cousins of mine. And about Lane, how about I come over tomorrow to talk to her mother?"
"You sure? Mrs. Kim's almost as worst as my mother without her... hourly dose of caffeine."
"I heard that!" came a voice from the kitchen.
"Scary. I'll see you tomorrow around, say... two?"
"No problem."
"Ok, see ya."
"Right, bye."
*click*
"What was that about?"
"Paris is having a party Saturday." answered Rory, entering the kitchen.
"Oh, so at what time am I expected?"
"She did not invite you, mother." replied the girl.
"She didn't? In that case-"
"No."
"No what? I didn't even finish my sentence!"
"No, you are not coming with me."
"But-"
"No. We don't need a crazy woman prancing around with a pot of coffee in each hands."
"What?! I-"
"No. N-O. And that's final mom. Beside, I don't think there will be any coffee as good as Luke's at the party."
The older Gilmore only stared at her daughter a moment before continuing to drink her coffee. (Duh! What else?)
The younger one poured herself some coffee in a mug before climbing up the stairs to her room. Suddenly a thought came to her mind.
Will Tristan be there?
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