This one's from Rory's POV again, that's what the story is mainly going to
be, with (as was the last chapter) a few different ones every now and
again. A HUGE thanks to all those who reviewed, you all rock! (especially
those who like Cookie, I think she's fun and childish and all(as comes out
in her language!) (and Alura, cos she added the extra 'sha's).
As you can see, my phone conversations are mainly all dialogue, cos I think its fun. The main part of this is going to be a phone conversations - sorry, but I'll try and add in enough names and stuff so that you know who's talking at the time.
*Part 5*
It was the Thursday after Rory's 'lunch' with Tristan and they hadn't talked yet. Rory was afraid to call him, but at Lane's assistance, she was going to call him tonight and arrange. something. The thing that scared Rory was that she knew it had shown how attracted to him she was, and she didn't want to seem like she was chasing after him, she wasn't interested in that kind of relationship. was she.
The phone rang and Rory leapt to it in the hope that it was Tristan. "Hello?"
"You sound a little eager. What's his name?"
"There's no guy."
"You're into girls now?"
"Jess! Could you be any cruder? Or any more immature?"
"Sorry, I'm back in Stars Hollow and I've been spending too much time with your mother - who, by-the-way, tells me that there IS a guy. a certain, shall we say, evil yet magnificently attractive (her words not mine) school 'friend'?"
"How the hell did she know?"
"So it's true?"
"I didn't say that!"
"Yes you did."
"Well. maybe I did, and he's not that gorgeous," and all the while the little voice in her head was singing, 'Liar, Liar.'
"Not what your mother said."
"What does she know anyway? She's never even met him."
"Paris sent her pictures."
"You're kidding me? Paris? When did she speak to my mother?"
"Some luncheon thing that your grandmother made your mother(and Luke) attend. Paris mentioned the fact that the two of you were talking and Lorelai, being Lorelai, made her send pictures and any info she could find. By the way, after a man with an ex and children? That must be fun."
"When did all this happen?"
"Yesterday."
"So Miss Patty has the pictures plastered all over Stars Hollow? Dammit!"
"Afraid so. Paris also told Lorelai about your Sunday lunch, or dinner, or supper, or potential-lover-pre-flirting, or whatever it was."
"I am going to murder that woman."
"Which one? Anyway, I must say, you have found yourself some catch. According to all the women in the town he is remarkably attractive, and according to Paris, rich, charming and intelligent."
"She forgot to tell you smug, occasionally sleazy, and not interested in the likes of little old me."
"Paris told your mother that his ex-wife seems to think that he worships you, which, knowing the effect you have on the male population, seems very likely."
Rory rolled her eyes at this. Jess may have once been smitten with her, but their short relationship was enough to threaten the friendship they had developed. Luckily at that time college was near enough to force them to admit that their relationship wouldn't survive, especially not with the distance that was put between them. The idea that Tristan was now feeling the same thing was, while exhilarating, not a real possibility. He had once flirted with her, but even in her crush-induced haze on Sunday, she could see that he really only wanted friendship.
"Enough! Let's leave this subject alone. Who's the newest girly in Jess's world currently?"
"One: they're women, not girlys, two: I'm as free as a bird right now. The only women I seem to find are these weak little things that seem to think that if they look as helpless as possible I'll fall madly in love. It's getting on my nerves."
"You should come visit me in New York. I know you miss this place and the women here are anything but weak."
"Be careful, I'll take you up on that offer. I'm currently un-employed, by my own choice I will say, and you could give me a place to stay that doesn't involve my uncle and your crazy mother."
"Then do it. You can come up and judge Tristan for yourself."
"Then you're really interested in him?"
"Yeah, ok, I am," she grudgingly admitted. "Not that it'll do me a lot of good, he has yet to call after Sunday's whatever it was."
"Have you called him?"
"No, I'm scared."
"Well? If you're scared but you like him."
"He's not the type to get scared about calling up women, especially me."
"Don't be so quick to judge. And I'll be at your place on Saturday."
"Did you want to check if I was busy?"
"Nope. Your mother wants on, so I'll talk to you later."
"Bye."
"Rory? Hey baby."
"Hi Mom."
Rory talked with her mother for about half an hour, mostly about Tristan, until she got call waiting.
"You get that, I have to go anyway. Bye Rory."
"Bye Mom."
She pressed the call waiting button, "hello?"
"Rory?"
"Tristan. Hi."
"Hi."
As you can see, my phone conversations are mainly all dialogue, cos I think its fun. The main part of this is going to be a phone conversations - sorry, but I'll try and add in enough names and stuff so that you know who's talking at the time.
*Part 5*
It was the Thursday after Rory's 'lunch' with Tristan and they hadn't talked yet. Rory was afraid to call him, but at Lane's assistance, she was going to call him tonight and arrange. something. The thing that scared Rory was that she knew it had shown how attracted to him she was, and she didn't want to seem like she was chasing after him, she wasn't interested in that kind of relationship. was she.
The phone rang and Rory leapt to it in the hope that it was Tristan. "Hello?"
"You sound a little eager. What's his name?"
"There's no guy."
"You're into girls now?"
"Jess! Could you be any cruder? Or any more immature?"
"Sorry, I'm back in Stars Hollow and I've been spending too much time with your mother - who, by-the-way, tells me that there IS a guy. a certain, shall we say, evil yet magnificently attractive (her words not mine) school 'friend'?"
"How the hell did she know?"
"So it's true?"
"I didn't say that!"
"Yes you did."
"Well. maybe I did, and he's not that gorgeous," and all the while the little voice in her head was singing, 'Liar, Liar.'
"Not what your mother said."
"What does she know anyway? She's never even met him."
"Paris sent her pictures."
"You're kidding me? Paris? When did she speak to my mother?"
"Some luncheon thing that your grandmother made your mother(and Luke) attend. Paris mentioned the fact that the two of you were talking and Lorelai, being Lorelai, made her send pictures and any info she could find. By the way, after a man with an ex and children? That must be fun."
"When did all this happen?"
"Yesterday."
"So Miss Patty has the pictures plastered all over Stars Hollow? Dammit!"
"Afraid so. Paris also told Lorelai about your Sunday lunch, or dinner, or supper, or potential-lover-pre-flirting, or whatever it was."
"I am going to murder that woman."
"Which one? Anyway, I must say, you have found yourself some catch. According to all the women in the town he is remarkably attractive, and according to Paris, rich, charming and intelligent."
"She forgot to tell you smug, occasionally sleazy, and not interested in the likes of little old me."
"Paris told your mother that his ex-wife seems to think that he worships you, which, knowing the effect you have on the male population, seems very likely."
Rory rolled her eyes at this. Jess may have once been smitten with her, but their short relationship was enough to threaten the friendship they had developed. Luckily at that time college was near enough to force them to admit that their relationship wouldn't survive, especially not with the distance that was put between them. The idea that Tristan was now feeling the same thing was, while exhilarating, not a real possibility. He had once flirted with her, but even in her crush-induced haze on Sunday, she could see that he really only wanted friendship.
"Enough! Let's leave this subject alone. Who's the newest girly in Jess's world currently?"
"One: they're women, not girlys, two: I'm as free as a bird right now. The only women I seem to find are these weak little things that seem to think that if they look as helpless as possible I'll fall madly in love. It's getting on my nerves."
"You should come visit me in New York. I know you miss this place and the women here are anything but weak."
"Be careful, I'll take you up on that offer. I'm currently un-employed, by my own choice I will say, and you could give me a place to stay that doesn't involve my uncle and your crazy mother."
"Then do it. You can come up and judge Tristan for yourself."
"Then you're really interested in him?"
"Yeah, ok, I am," she grudgingly admitted. "Not that it'll do me a lot of good, he has yet to call after Sunday's whatever it was."
"Have you called him?"
"No, I'm scared."
"Well? If you're scared but you like him."
"He's not the type to get scared about calling up women, especially me."
"Don't be so quick to judge. And I'll be at your place on Saturday."
"Did you want to check if I was busy?"
"Nope. Your mother wants on, so I'll talk to you later."
"Bye."
"Rory? Hey baby."
"Hi Mom."
Rory talked with her mother for about half an hour, mostly about Tristan, until she got call waiting.
"You get that, I have to go anyway. Bye Rory."
"Bye Mom."
She pressed the call waiting button, "hello?"
"Rory?"
"Tristan. Hi."
"Hi."