Title: All I ever wanted

Pairings: R/T (obviously!) L/L

Summary: At 24, Rory is now an editor of Apple Daily and working on her new book. When she moved in to her new apartment, of all people she actually gets HIM as her neighbour. DRATS!

Author: Nimisha (natalie_portm18@hotmail.com)

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: ANNOYED NOW. Stop asking me this stupid question. If they are mine, I'll be rich and would not be here.

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Key guide

… Aphrodite

[…] Osiris

*…* Actions

A/N Osiris is the Egyptian god of death. (Ironic, huh?)

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"Who is…? Oh my… Paris?"

"Took you long enough." A dry response sounded from the phone.

Rory stared at the phone in her hand in disbelief.

"That's all you going to give me? Silence?" The telephone receiver crackled again.

"Paris? Is that really you?" Rory said again.

"Who do you expect? Lucifer?"

"I don't know. For one, I never expected it was you. Why are you calling me anyway?"

"Need I repeat, Rory Gilmore? I wanted to ask you to go for lunch with me."

"For what intent and purpose?"

A stunned silence greeted Rory.

"What? No response? You're speechless, Paris Gellar?" Rory asked, bemused. She trapped the receiver between her right shoulder blade and ear as she turned to her laptop to pull up a window.

Silence was still there.

After a long while, Paris finally spoke up. "I don't know. I mean, I haven't seen you for a while, so I thought, I mean I…"

Rory smirked as she noticed Paris struggling to find words to explain her actions. An ACTUAL Havard-graduated student fumbling to talk…

"It's okay, Par. I know what you mean. So today?"

Paris paused. "You know I hate it when you called me by that nickname, Ror."

"Oh yes, and look who's doing the 'calling nicknames' thing now." Rory shot back. "And since you liked to call me Ror, I'll call you Par."

A sigh resonated from the other end. " Fine. Well, I'm having my break at 1. The same place?"

"Sure. Les Lorenzes at 1.10, I got it. Well, I'm having a meeting now, so I've got to go."

"Goodbye."

And so ended the conversation.

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At promptly 1.10, Rory walked into the quaint French restaurant. She waved the waiter away and made her way for the usual table, which was always occupied by the both of them. As she saw the blond sitting with her back to her, she smiled.

"Hi." She said as she walked over and sat on the chair opposite Paris, which was pulled out by a nearby waiter.

Before Paris could answer, the waiter cut up. "What would Mademoiselles like to have?"

"A coffee please." Rory flashed a small grin at the waiter and turned. "Well?"

Paris stared at her.

Rory stared back. "Ookay, what is wrong?"

"I see, you have changed in some ways." Paris replied.

"Well, people do change. You have a few changes yourself, Miss Gellar." Rory shrugged.

Paris finally smiled at this. "It's quite a long time since we last met, Rory."

Rory rolled her eyes. "We only met a month ago!"

"Oh, right."

Paris was so different from her high school days. Gone was the loud, bossy, bitchy, hell-torturing Lucifer's assistant girl, and a new Paris Gellar that became friendlier and more laid-back. Surprisingly, the two girls had been keeping contact for all the years. They went to school together, shared a dorm room, made through Harvard for a few years without killing each other.

If someone told me I would become best friends with Paris Gellar eight years ago, I would have laughed till I died.

It was indeed quite funny that two of them, of almost complete different personalities, could become best friends. When they became friends, they actually found out that they actually were quite same in some areas.

It did help that I was studying different things from her. The bitter feelings are gone, with the competitive spirit. She studies law while I studies mass communication.

She was still loud though. The Paris Gellar now, looked different. Her long waist-length hair was cut to her shoulders.

"So? Are you going to tell me what you want to know?"

"I need some information about a particular case that your newspaper had published an article on a few months ago." Paris replied.

"An article? Which case?"

"Well, it's this one…"

They discussed about the information for twenty minutes before stopping.

"I'll email you when I find it. Tonight, by the latest." Rory confirmed.

"Really? Thanks. I need that information desperately."

"You're welcome, Par."

"So are you still living in that dingy apartment?"

Rory shrugged. "I can't find any good ones, though I have the money now. It's hard to even find one, you know?"

"Hmm… I could help you. I'll try my friends to help you, how about that?"

"Perfect, I would like that. Pretty soon, I would not have to stay in the mangled place anymore."

"I'll help you find it." Paris said and looked at her watch. She gasped in surprise. "Damn, I have to go for work now. My bosses expect me back by 1.45. Bye!"

Rory smiled as Paris left hurriedly. She looked down at the thick coffee and watched it swirl.

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Athena's POV

I smiled as I watched the two young women talking in the quiet restaurant. Ahhh… so Rory is trying to find a new apartment? That can be arranged.

A smile crossed my face as I watched their daily life. For some reason or other, I, like Aphrodite, loved the people on Earth. They were so perfect for each other.

Thank God I'm in my private chambers, with no Aphrodite to annoy me and ruin my day.

Did anyone call for me just now?

I groaned and thumped my head on the table. This was SO not my day.

What are you doing here?

Hello, SIS?! I am the goddess of love. I am supposed to help you with Rory and Tristan.

Yeah, helping. Creating more trouble would be a better phrase for that.

Hey! I do help!

Aphrodite, I know you don't want to help. You just want to watch Tristan again. You are a goddess for sakes, why can't you ACT like one? We're supposed to be an example for the younger gods and goddesses, and not play around like a 5-year-old child with low attention spans that disappeared in a second, with a hyperactive imagination.

I never got that handbook that father was supposed to give to me. It was given to you, so you're supposed to be the one who set an example.

…

Real mature, my dear Athena. Sticking out your tongue at your younger sister, and you're supposed to be the one who is older by 276 years.

Oh right, I seem to remember someone doing something even more childish yesterday.

For your information, it's not I who was childish. It was all his fault in the first place, he can't seem to stop irritating me for once.

As you do the same to me. I believe I own Osiris a 'thank-you'.

[Who called?]

What is the matter with people invading on my privacy?! Do you guys even knock before coming into my apartments? First Aphrodite, now you, Osiris?!

[Oh, A-freak is here?]

…

Are you trying to imitate me this time, my dear sister?

Wipe that smirk out of your face, Athena.

Or what? I'll be sorry?

Grr…

[What is the matter, a-freaky? Unhappy that your Prince is here to save you from your wicked sister?]

Prince? You? You're more of a begging beggar.

[I heard that.]

It was meant for you to hear it.

[HEY!]

Just go, will you? I don't need you to ruin my day by being in the same room as me.

[It's not your room. Athena lives here, not you, so you cannot order me out.]

Athena! Get him out of the room!

Uh… I have something else going on, so I am going to leave you guys to talk this situation out.

No! Get him out now this instant!

[Again, I repeat. This is not your room, this is… OW! Damn, what are you doing! Stop it!]

GET. *crash* THE. *crash* HELL. *crash* OUT!!! *crash*

NO! Aphrodite! What are you doing?! NO! Don't throw that! That's my Tang dynasty vase! NO! My Mesopotamia pottery! Don't you ever throw that! It's the original copies of Vedas from Indus! Aphrodite! Stop it!!!

*Crash!* *Crash!*

Osiris, get out! She will kill you!

[I'm going! I'm going!]

…

And they say that life in heaven is paradise.

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Well, I finally churned it out, much to Phoebe's immense displeasure that I dragged it till now. What do you think of this? R/R please!

A/N I must thank you for all the suggestions all of you reviewers have given me. But since, it's so late right now, Phoebe could not proofread it for me, so there could be many mistakes. Once again, thank you all my lovely reviewers!