Title: Just When You Least Expect It.
Chapter Two
Rating: PG (precautionary, for language)
Disclaimer: Gilmore Girls does not belong to me. Yada yada yada. Sad isn't it? I do own the little old man in this chap tho, cus I made him up all by myself.
Post date: 29th September, 2002
A/N: Hey everyone! I don't have much to say except that I am alternating updates between this fic and my other fic "A Single Rose Could be my Garden", so the updates may take a while. But if you read both fics, you'll get updates often. I'm not sure if that makes sense, I had a huge night last night and when I woke up I had mascara all over my face and I looked atrocious! Anyways, Enjoy!
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Lane and Rory were in Rory's room, trying to find something to wear to the movies.
"Hey Lane, what do you think about these?" Rory asked, holding up a pair of faded denim jeans.
"For you or me?" Lane asked.
"Umm, you get first dibs," Rory replied, sifting through her wardrobe again.
"Actually, I was thinking more I'd wear this," Lane commented, holding up a black knee length skirt.
"Lane that's gorgeous! You have to wear it!" Rory exclaimed.
Lane smiled, "So are you gonna wear those jeans Ror?"
"Yeah, I guess" Rory replied
"Wow, don't sound so excited. What are you wearing with it?" Lane asked
"What about this?" Rory answered, holding up a white sleeveless top. The shoulders were tied together and the fabric was a little silky, which made it look dressy (AN If any of you know the store SUPRE it's like a top from there). In Rory's other hand she was holding a black knee length coat.
"It's perfect!" Lane exclaimed.
"Now we just have to find a top and jacket for you." Rory said and turned back to wardrobe, sifting through all of her other clothes.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Phone Conversation Henry and Mr. X ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
H-Hey man, you get my message?
X-Yeah, I got it, but I didn't understand it.
H-Oh, k. I was just wondering if you wanted to come to the movies with me tonight.
X-Who else is going?
H-My girlfriend and her best friend.
X-What are you seeing?
H-The Bourne identity.
X-At Hartford?
H-Yeah, can you come?
X-Sure what time?
H-How about meet in the foyer at six?
X-K, see you then.
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Henry hung up the phone, wondering if he had done the right thing. He hadn't technically lied, but he hadn't really been truthful, either.
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Rory and Lane walked into the foyer of the cinema and immediately approached Henry.
"Hey," Henry said, leaning down to kiss Lane.
"Hey," Lane replied.
"Hey," Rory said.
"So, my friend said he'd be here at six, but he's not really one to obey the law of punctuality. Why don't we get the tickets so it doesn't book up too quickly?" Henry suggested.
"Sure," Lane said, never taking her eyes off Henry.
Shortly after they bought their tickets, Henry spotted a familiar face.
"And here he is the man of the moment, perfectly on time as usual!" Henry mocked, grinning.
"Is that a hint of sarcasm I detect in your voice, Cho?"
"No, never! Let me introduce everyone. Tristan this is Lane Kim and Rory Gilmore. Ladies, this is a friend of mine, Tristan DuGrey." Henry said.
Rory stood, dumbfounded. How could Henry have not told her about this? Why did this have to happen? Why him?
Tristan stood, watching her face as it changed emotions. She didn't seem too happy to see him. Why hadn't Henry told him it was going to be Rory?
Lane and Henry saw none of this - they were too busy staring at each other.
"Hey, the movie's gonna start soon. We'd better go in," Henry said, suddenly jerking back to reality.
"You know what? I have a sudden craving for coffee. I'm gonna go grab some. I'll see you in there before the previews end, okay?" Rory said.
"Sure Rory, see you," Lane commented as she Henry and Tristan walked towards the cinema entrance.
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Rory had to use a great amount of self control to stop herself from running as fast as she could as far away as she could. Away from there. Away from him.
Instead, she walked calmly across the street to a small coffee shop. She bought two vanilla lattes and sat ion a booth.
"Hey little lady. What's wrong?" A little old man wearing dark sunglasses came up and sat down opposite Rory.
Rory, still thinking about what Tristan was doing here, said absentmindedly. "Oh, nothing. I'm just a little stressed is all."
"Well, you know the cure for stress, don't ya? The trick is you have to lay your head back as far as you can, close your eyes, and imagine yourself on a paradise beach with palm trees and coconuts. Go on, try it! I guarantee you'll feel better in no time at all."
Rory did as the man, whose voice sounded like Bill Cosby, said and laid her head back and closed her eyes.
The little old man took a little bag of white pills out and poured them into Rory's second coffee, then got up and left the store.
Eventually, Rory came back from paradise of coconuts and palm trees.
"Hey, longtime no see" Tristan approached the booth and sot down opposite Rory.
"Hey" Rory said, not quite sure how to act towards him.
"So, I was thinking, maybe we should talk." Tristan continued, feeling nervous.
Suddenly and without warning, Rory's eyes lit up with excitement.
"Talk? We can talk later, we have to go and see the movie!" and with that, Rory jumped up, grabbed Tristan by the hand and dragged him back to the cinema complex.
Once inside, she slowed down to a walk. They gave their tickets to the door man and were directed to cinema number three.
Rory and Tristan crept inside the door of the cinema, but Rory stopped him just inside.
Rory leaned her back against the wall and pulled Tristan closer to her.
"Tristan, do you like me?" She questioned, a small smile playing upon her lips.
"Yes, Rory, I like you.." Tristan replied, unsure of where this was leading.
"Good. Cus I've always kind of had a thing for you." Rory said, trailing her index finger up the outside of his shirt and around his neck area.
"Rory, I don't think that this is a good idea. Maybe you've had just one two many coffees." Tristan stammered. This wasn't the Rory he knew, the Rory he loved. He wasn't sure if he could control himself around this Rory.
"Tris, don't you wanna have some fun?" Rory asked, pouting.
"Of course I do Rory; it's just that..."
"Then stop talking so much and put you mouth to other uses." Rory smirked as she snaked her arms up around his neck and pulled him closer. Tristan started to resist but soon gave into temptation.
It all started off sweet and innocent, just the two of them pressing their lips softly together.
Then Rory opened her mouth a little and began to run her tongue over his lips, begging for entry.
Tristan obliged. Their tongues dueled and Rory became more and more urgent. She reached down and began to undo Tristan's belt.
It was then that Tristan knew something was not right. This was not the Rory Gilmore he knew. This was not the girl of his dreams. This was some other "thing" inside of Rory's body. It was not like Rory to instigate a kiss between them, let alone begin to take it further. In a cinema, nonetheless. This was just going way to far.
Tristan pulled back abruptly.
"What's the matter Tris? Don't you want me as bad as I want you?" Rory whimpered.
"Rory, look at me." Tristan asked, grabbing her chin and tilting it so that she was facing him.
Rory's eyes were darting everywhere, focusing on nothing in particular.
"Rory, listen to me. Have you been drinking?" Tristan asked, becoming concerned.
"Of course I have Tris. I had three coffees just a minute ago." Rory replied, her eyes still darting.
"So nobody has given you anything else to drink, nobody has put anything in your drink?" Rory eyes were beginning to glaze over.
"Rory, listen to me. It's important. Has anyone talked to you tonight - anyone you didn't know?" Tristan was becoming frantic. Something was really wrong.
"No...Only that little old man who sounded like Bill Cosby...He told me to shut my eyes to remove the stress...but I trusted him..." And with that, Rory collapsed.
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Do you like it? Please review!
Chapter Two
Rating: PG (precautionary, for language)
Disclaimer: Gilmore Girls does not belong to me. Yada yada yada. Sad isn't it? I do own the little old man in this chap tho, cus I made him up all by myself.
Post date: 29th September, 2002
A/N: Hey everyone! I don't have much to say except that I am alternating updates between this fic and my other fic "A Single Rose Could be my Garden", so the updates may take a while. But if you read both fics, you'll get updates often. I'm not sure if that makes sense, I had a huge night last night and when I woke up I had mascara all over my face and I looked atrocious! Anyways, Enjoy!
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Lane and Rory were in Rory's room, trying to find something to wear to the movies.
"Hey Lane, what do you think about these?" Rory asked, holding up a pair of faded denim jeans.
"For you or me?" Lane asked.
"Umm, you get first dibs," Rory replied, sifting through her wardrobe again.
"Actually, I was thinking more I'd wear this," Lane commented, holding up a black knee length skirt.
"Lane that's gorgeous! You have to wear it!" Rory exclaimed.
Lane smiled, "So are you gonna wear those jeans Ror?"
"Yeah, I guess" Rory replied
"Wow, don't sound so excited. What are you wearing with it?" Lane asked
"What about this?" Rory answered, holding up a white sleeveless top. The shoulders were tied together and the fabric was a little silky, which made it look dressy (AN If any of you know the store SUPRE it's like a top from there). In Rory's other hand she was holding a black knee length coat.
"It's perfect!" Lane exclaimed.
"Now we just have to find a top and jacket for you." Rory said and turned back to wardrobe, sifting through all of her other clothes.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Phone Conversation Henry and Mr. X ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
H-Hey man, you get my message?
X-Yeah, I got it, but I didn't understand it.
H-Oh, k. I was just wondering if you wanted to come to the movies with me tonight.
X-Who else is going?
H-My girlfriend and her best friend.
X-What are you seeing?
H-The Bourne identity.
X-At Hartford?
H-Yeah, can you come?
X-Sure what time?
H-How about meet in the foyer at six?
X-K, see you then.
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Henry hung up the phone, wondering if he had done the right thing. He hadn't technically lied, but he hadn't really been truthful, either.
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Rory and Lane walked into the foyer of the cinema and immediately approached Henry.
"Hey," Henry said, leaning down to kiss Lane.
"Hey," Lane replied.
"Hey," Rory said.
"So, my friend said he'd be here at six, but he's not really one to obey the law of punctuality. Why don't we get the tickets so it doesn't book up too quickly?" Henry suggested.
"Sure," Lane said, never taking her eyes off Henry.
Shortly after they bought their tickets, Henry spotted a familiar face.
"And here he is the man of the moment, perfectly on time as usual!" Henry mocked, grinning.
"Is that a hint of sarcasm I detect in your voice, Cho?"
"No, never! Let me introduce everyone. Tristan this is Lane Kim and Rory Gilmore. Ladies, this is a friend of mine, Tristan DuGrey." Henry said.
Rory stood, dumbfounded. How could Henry have not told her about this? Why did this have to happen? Why him?
Tristan stood, watching her face as it changed emotions. She didn't seem too happy to see him. Why hadn't Henry told him it was going to be Rory?
Lane and Henry saw none of this - they were too busy staring at each other.
"Hey, the movie's gonna start soon. We'd better go in," Henry said, suddenly jerking back to reality.
"You know what? I have a sudden craving for coffee. I'm gonna go grab some. I'll see you in there before the previews end, okay?" Rory said.
"Sure Rory, see you," Lane commented as she Henry and Tristan walked towards the cinema entrance.
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Rory had to use a great amount of self control to stop herself from running as fast as she could as far away as she could. Away from there. Away from him.
Instead, she walked calmly across the street to a small coffee shop. She bought two vanilla lattes and sat ion a booth.
"Hey little lady. What's wrong?" A little old man wearing dark sunglasses came up and sat down opposite Rory.
Rory, still thinking about what Tristan was doing here, said absentmindedly. "Oh, nothing. I'm just a little stressed is all."
"Well, you know the cure for stress, don't ya? The trick is you have to lay your head back as far as you can, close your eyes, and imagine yourself on a paradise beach with palm trees and coconuts. Go on, try it! I guarantee you'll feel better in no time at all."
Rory did as the man, whose voice sounded like Bill Cosby, said and laid her head back and closed her eyes.
The little old man took a little bag of white pills out and poured them into Rory's second coffee, then got up and left the store.
Eventually, Rory came back from paradise of coconuts and palm trees.
"Hey, longtime no see" Tristan approached the booth and sot down opposite Rory.
"Hey" Rory said, not quite sure how to act towards him.
"So, I was thinking, maybe we should talk." Tristan continued, feeling nervous.
Suddenly and without warning, Rory's eyes lit up with excitement.
"Talk? We can talk later, we have to go and see the movie!" and with that, Rory jumped up, grabbed Tristan by the hand and dragged him back to the cinema complex.
Once inside, she slowed down to a walk. They gave their tickets to the door man and were directed to cinema number three.
Rory and Tristan crept inside the door of the cinema, but Rory stopped him just inside.
Rory leaned her back against the wall and pulled Tristan closer to her.
"Tristan, do you like me?" She questioned, a small smile playing upon her lips.
"Yes, Rory, I like you.." Tristan replied, unsure of where this was leading.
"Good. Cus I've always kind of had a thing for you." Rory said, trailing her index finger up the outside of his shirt and around his neck area.
"Rory, I don't think that this is a good idea. Maybe you've had just one two many coffees." Tristan stammered. This wasn't the Rory he knew, the Rory he loved. He wasn't sure if he could control himself around this Rory.
"Tris, don't you wanna have some fun?" Rory asked, pouting.
"Of course I do Rory; it's just that..."
"Then stop talking so much and put you mouth to other uses." Rory smirked as she snaked her arms up around his neck and pulled him closer. Tristan started to resist but soon gave into temptation.
It all started off sweet and innocent, just the two of them pressing their lips softly together.
Then Rory opened her mouth a little and began to run her tongue over his lips, begging for entry.
Tristan obliged. Their tongues dueled and Rory became more and more urgent. She reached down and began to undo Tristan's belt.
It was then that Tristan knew something was not right. This was not the Rory Gilmore he knew. This was not the girl of his dreams. This was some other "thing" inside of Rory's body. It was not like Rory to instigate a kiss between them, let alone begin to take it further. In a cinema, nonetheless. This was just going way to far.
Tristan pulled back abruptly.
"What's the matter Tris? Don't you want me as bad as I want you?" Rory whimpered.
"Rory, look at me." Tristan asked, grabbing her chin and tilting it so that she was facing him.
Rory's eyes were darting everywhere, focusing on nothing in particular.
"Rory, listen to me. Have you been drinking?" Tristan asked, becoming concerned.
"Of course I have Tris. I had three coffees just a minute ago." Rory replied, her eyes still darting.
"So nobody has given you anything else to drink, nobody has put anything in your drink?" Rory eyes were beginning to glaze over.
"Rory, listen to me. It's important. Has anyone talked to you tonight - anyone you didn't know?" Tristan was becoming frantic. Something was really wrong.
"No...Only that little old man who sounded like Bill Cosby...He told me to shut my eyes to remove the stress...but I trusted him..." And with that, Rory collapsed.
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