A/N: hey guys I already have the whole story written out. All I need is the
magic of reviews to update regularly. Thanks a bunch!
Disclaimer: Anything that you don't recognize obviously belongs to me since I'm SO orginal. I hate doing these things. Everyone knows that I don't know GG so stop asking me to state it!!!!!
"A little to the left." Rory directed. There were men lifting up a basket of flowers that was on the gazebo. They were back in Stars Hollow and were preparing for the wedding that was only weeks away. Rory smiled at the gazebo that was now decorated profusely with flowers. The middle of town was where the reception was going to be held at. Rory couldn't help but get excited thinking that all of this was for her. "Perfect" she whispered. She couldn't believe that in a few short weeks, she was going to be Mrs. Tristan DuGrey. She wanted to scream it out to the world. A shrill voice interrupted her reverie.
"I distinctly remember ordering white roses being ordered! Do these look white to you? No they don't! These are pink! How in God's name are you supposed to get married with PINK roses?! This is my grand daughter's wedding I will not have you mess up!" Emily Gilmore exclaimed, holding up a box of pink roses to a very terrified florist's face.
"Grandma, pink is fine. I love pink. It's so pinkish. Pink reminds me of you.. beautiful. As a matter of fact, that's my new favorite color."
"I suppose" Emily walked away in a huff and the florist sent a thankful smile Rory's way.
Rory walked around town for a little while. She remembered when she used to live here. She passed the Independence Inn and remembered the early days of her childhood when she lived in the shack behind the Inn. She passed by the giant slinky which she remembered being stuck in. She passed by the giant chicken, which she remembered everyone getting confused whenever she gave them directions according to that certain landmark. She surely missed this town, even though she visited a couple times a week since she only lived in aNew Haven. Rory passed by the bridge which brought her many many memories. She passed by a couple of houses and was now in front of Luke's. Rory also remembered when she first brought Tristan here. She remembered how he thought it was a hardware store. She also remembered when Luke wouldn't stop giving Tristan the evil eye. Rory was making her way over to Luke's when her cell phone rang.
"Coffee princess here"
"Is that any way to answer the phone?"
"Oh My Gosh! Paris."
"That's me."
"I've been trying to get in contact with you for the pass forever. How's the journalism career going?"
"Great, I just got a call from CNN. In high school you would've been dieing for that interview with CNN. I am actually surprised you are not in my area of profession Doctor Gilmore."
"Yeah well I guess you could say that maybe it was a last minute change of heart"
"I guess so. So how are the wedding plans going?"
"Oh they're going great, I can't wa- wait, how did you find out about the wedding?"
"I have my ways"
"Don't say that you sound creepy. Well I was trying to get in contact with you so that you could be one of the bride's maids."
"Me?!" Paris asked incredulously
"Yeah of course. You're in Boston right? Great well the wedding is not for a while but we need to rehearse. When's the best time for you to be in Connecticut." The next hour was spent discussing the wedding and Rory walked into Luke's with a smile on her face.
"Hey future Mrs. DuGrey. How goes the wedding plans?" Luke asked as she walked in.
"I'm exhausted." Rory plopped down on a stool in front of him.
"You know, the bride really shouldn't have to do any work" Luke said, bringing her a cup of coffee.
"I know, Tristan told me the same thing but I wouldn't have it any other way."
Just then her cell phone rang. Luke pointed to the "No cell phones" sign and Rory rolled her eyes, but stepped outside.
"Ricardo's house of Burrito's. Would you like extra cheese on your taco?"
"Rory?" asked a confused and frantic Tristan.
"Yeah it's me. I just like to confuse people when we're on the phone. I learned it from my mom cuz see when I was younger she used to answer the phone pretending that she was someone named Lola. Sweetie, you are being way too quiet- wait Tris, what's wrong?"
" I was just- here talking to him and then he just, it was so scary. I do not know what to do. I called 911 but still .... It's so.... and I can't believe..."
"Tris, what are you talking about? Stop stammering sweetie. Speak in full sentences."
"M-my grandfather, he had a heart attack."
A/N: Kay, that's all for now kiddies. Oh no! Gramps had a hear attack! Everyone knows that Tristan has this close really close relationship with his grandfather right? Right. Okay, I was just making sure we were all clear on that point. I'm waiting for you guys you know. Like I said earlier. I already have everything written out but it's up to you to review. So if you want more of the story I want at least.... three reviews. Come on guys, that's hardly any. So don't think that it's alot. Do me a favor and gimmie these reviews cuz if I'm happy, your happy.
P.S.: why'd they have to take the review button down. It's no fun to say "select the review button". That takes all the fun out of everything. But I gess I must direct the stupid ones somehow to review so.... select the review button and I will post the next chapter. Blech! That sounds as bad as I thought it would.
Disclaimer: Anything that you don't recognize obviously belongs to me since I'm SO orginal. I hate doing these things. Everyone knows that I don't know GG so stop asking me to state it!!!!!
"A little to the left." Rory directed. There were men lifting up a basket of flowers that was on the gazebo. They were back in Stars Hollow and were preparing for the wedding that was only weeks away. Rory smiled at the gazebo that was now decorated profusely with flowers. The middle of town was where the reception was going to be held at. Rory couldn't help but get excited thinking that all of this was for her. "Perfect" she whispered. She couldn't believe that in a few short weeks, she was going to be Mrs. Tristan DuGrey. She wanted to scream it out to the world. A shrill voice interrupted her reverie.
"I distinctly remember ordering white roses being ordered! Do these look white to you? No they don't! These are pink! How in God's name are you supposed to get married with PINK roses?! This is my grand daughter's wedding I will not have you mess up!" Emily Gilmore exclaimed, holding up a box of pink roses to a very terrified florist's face.
"Grandma, pink is fine. I love pink. It's so pinkish. Pink reminds me of you.. beautiful. As a matter of fact, that's my new favorite color."
"I suppose" Emily walked away in a huff and the florist sent a thankful smile Rory's way.
Rory walked around town for a little while. She remembered when she used to live here. She passed the Independence Inn and remembered the early days of her childhood when she lived in the shack behind the Inn. She passed by the giant slinky which she remembered being stuck in. She passed by the giant chicken, which she remembered everyone getting confused whenever she gave them directions according to that certain landmark. She surely missed this town, even though she visited a couple times a week since she only lived in aNew Haven. Rory passed by the bridge which brought her many many memories. She passed by a couple of houses and was now in front of Luke's. Rory also remembered when she first brought Tristan here. She remembered how he thought it was a hardware store. She also remembered when Luke wouldn't stop giving Tristan the evil eye. Rory was making her way over to Luke's when her cell phone rang.
"Coffee princess here"
"Is that any way to answer the phone?"
"Oh My Gosh! Paris."
"That's me."
"I've been trying to get in contact with you for the pass forever. How's the journalism career going?"
"Great, I just got a call from CNN. In high school you would've been dieing for that interview with CNN. I am actually surprised you are not in my area of profession Doctor Gilmore."
"Yeah well I guess you could say that maybe it was a last minute change of heart"
"I guess so. So how are the wedding plans going?"
"Oh they're going great, I can't wa- wait, how did you find out about the wedding?"
"I have my ways"
"Don't say that you sound creepy. Well I was trying to get in contact with you so that you could be one of the bride's maids."
"Me?!" Paris asked incredulously
"Yeah of course. You're in Boston right? Great well the wedding is not for a while but we need to rehearse. When's the best time for you to be in Connecticut." The next hour was spent discussing the wedding and Rory walked into Luke's with a smile on her face.
"Hey future Mrs. DuGrey. How goes the wedding plans?" Luke asked as she walked in.
"I'm exhausted." Rory plopped down on a stool in front of him.
"You know, the bride really shouldn't have to do any work" Luke said, bringing her a cup of coffee.
"I know, Tristan told me the same thing but I wouldn't have it any other way."
Just then her cell phone rang. Luke pointed to the "No cell phones" sign and Rory rolled her eyes, but stepped outside.
"Ricardo's house of Burrito's. Would you like extra cheese on your taco?"
"Rory?" asked a confused and frantic Tristan.
"Yeah it's me. I just like to confuse people when we're on the phone. I learned it from my mom cuz see when I was younger she used to answer the phone pretending that she was someone named Lola. Sweetie, you are being way too quiet- wait Tris, what's wrong?"
" I was just- here talking to him and then he just, it was so scary. I do not know what to do. I called 911 but still .... It's so.... and I can't believe..."
"Tris, what are you talking about? Stop stammering sweetie. Speak in full sentences."
"M-my grandfather, he had a heart attack."
A/N: Kay, that's all for now kiddies. Oh no! Gramps had a hear attack! Everyone knows that Tristan has this close really close relationship with his grandfather right? Right. Okay, I was just making sure we were all clear on that point. I'm waiting for you guys you know. Like I said earlier. I already have everything written out but it's up to you to review. So if you want more of the story I want at least.... three reviews. Come on guys, that's hardly any. So don't think that it's alot. Do me a favor and gimmie these reviews cuz if I'm happy, your happy.
P.S.: why'd they have to take the review button down. It's no fun to say "select the review button". That takes all the fun out of everything. But I gess I must direct the stupid ones somehow to review so.... select the review button and I will post the next chapter. Blech! That sounds as bad as I thought it would.