Title: Spend my life with you
Disclaimer: I own all the characters that you've never seen before ^ ^ I've made up quite a few new ones.so yeah just keep an eye out for them
A/N: okay I hope you like this fic! R/R please if you have any questions or whatever. I hope you enjoy it! Oh yeah and I've used [.] for thoughts because I'm too lazy to put it into italics =S and I might forget to do that whole [.] thing in later chapters so remind me please! And tell me of any typos or wrong punctuation etc. ^.^ thank you!
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chapter two
Rory was sitting at her desk once again. It was evening. The sun had just set and the sky was painted with stars. Rory looked out of her dorm window and for a moment felt a slight déjà vu of that last night she spent in her room at Stars Hollow. Then, shaking her head, she looked back down at her book, but not before making a mental note to herself to call Jess.
Laura was sitting next the phone on a beanbag, applying pale orange nail polish to her left hand. Sharon was at the computer typing up an extra credit essay, and Melody was doing origami while sitting on Rory's bed. The phone rang. Laura answered, being the closest one to it, picking up the receiver gingerly with her right hand.
"Hello? Bonnie? Yeah, sure, hold on a sec.MELODY!!!"
"What? " Melody scooted over to Laura.
"Phone"
"Who is it?"
"Do you even have to ask?"
Sharon laughed out loud, pushed the print button on her computer with a flourish, and sat back in her chair, waiting for the printer to do its magic.
"Yes, I do have to ask" Melody pouted. "Tell me who it is!"
"You heard my side of the conversation! You should know who it is!"
"I didn't hear! I don't eavesdrop.unlike Isome/I people."
"What do you mean you didn't hear? You were standing halfway across the room! Of course you could hear. Wait, did you just accuse me of evesdropping?!"
Rory glanced up at the book she was reading. "Can you guys keep it down? I still got a couple hundred pages to read and it's not exactly easy to concentrate."
Melody turned to Rory. "Rory, you've read that book about a gazillion times! Give it a rest!"
"Melody, you might not care about your grades because your father can 'pay' your way through any slips in your grades, but, unlike you, I don't have an endless supply of money, so please be quiet!"
Melody looked at Rory, speechless, and then turned around to Laura and slapped her in the face.
"What was that for?" Laura shouted, outraged. She hung up the phone defiantly and threw it onto the floor, hopping to her feet.
"No! The printer won't work!" Sharon pressed the print button on her computer again and again. "Why wont it work?"
"You hung up on Bonnie!!!" Melody accused Laura.
"You whacked me in the face!!!"
"You wouldn't tell me who it was!!!"
"You knew anyway!"
"You're.you're and idiot!"
"So are you!"
"Damn! Why wont the printer work???"
"Everyone, be quiet! Quiet!!!" Rory yelled.
"You're a bigger idiot!"
"You're the biggest idiot!"
"No! This printers the big idiot!!"
"That's it." Rory muttered, and gathered up her books and notes and walked out of the dorm, closing the door behind her. Then, remembering something, she opened the door again.
"Sharon, kick the printer."
Sharon obliged. The printer promptly began to hum.
"Gee, thanks Rory!" she grinned. Then quieter, she said, "You get out of here for awhile and read your book. I'll deal with these two." She grinned evilly.
Rory smiled. "What are you going to do to them, exactly?" she asked.
"You'll see."
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Rory pushed the open the glass door of the nearest coffee shop and walked inside. It was now dark outside and slightly cold. She had forgotten to bring a jacket and now she took refuge in the warmth of the small shop.
Walking right up to the counter, she ordered strong black coffee. When it arrived, she drunk it so enthusiastically that and promptly ordered another, which earned her suspicious looks from the waiter, until she payed for the coffee in advance. Then the waiter rushed off, coming back with a second coffee, and hovered beside her, perhaps hoping that she would buy a third.
Rory, however, was too immersed in her book to notice anything beyond the coffee in her hand, which is why she didn't notice Tristan enter into the small coffee shop, until he sat down in the booth across from her and ordered a coke. Hearing his familiar voice, Rory's head shot up, and caught sight of Tristan, scrawling something in a scrappy, spiral bound notebook, his eyes intent, his face focused.
Rory's face lighted up. No matter how distant Tristan had seemed before, he was still part of her past, which reminded her of Stars Hollow, which made her feel less homesick. And besides, Tristan always acted a little weird around her when other people were around. It was only when Tristan was by himself, like on a night like this, when Tristan revealed his true personality to Rory. He was actually quite affectionate and lovable, and he reminded her strangely enough of Jess. Rory smiled as she thought of Jess.
"Hi Tristan!" she called out. Tristan glanced up, his pen slipping out of his hand. It clattered loudly on the hard linoleum floor. Cursing under his breath he crouched down and picked up his pen clumsily.
"Sorry" Rory said softly. The waiter came back with Tristan's coke.
"Come sit over here," Rory motioned to the seat next to her and beamed encouragingly, even thought Tristan had a dull, uninterested look on his face again.
"Uh." Tristan glanced at the seat next to Rory dubiously. "No thanks. I was just about to go anyway."
Tristan gathered up all his things and walked away, after slipping a couple of green paper notes onto the table.
"Give the lady my drink, " was the only thing he said.
Rory's brow furrowed, confused, as the waiter gleefully collected his tip and put it safely into his pocket. Rory closed her book, now unable to concentrate on the words. Resting her chin on her hands, she thought quietly to herself for a while, then eventually closed her eyes, and fell asleep.
"Miss.?"
Rory awoke, being shaken by someone. She looked up, her vision blurred. It was now pitch black outside the coffee shop. The waiter was hovering nervously above her.
"Miss, you fell asleep. We.we're closing down now."
Rory blinked, as the words slowly registered in her mind.
"Oh.okay." Rory grabbed her books and stood up wobbly.
"Are you sure you're alright, Miss?" The waiter asked.
"No.yes I'm fine." Rory murmured, and walked across the small shop and out the door slowly, still half asleep.
I I wonder what time it is /I she thought.
Rubbing her eyes, she squinted, the dark making it hard for her to see where she was walking. She discerned a darker, straggly shape against the already dark night. The figure approached her. Rory's heart started to beat faster; she was getting more than a little apprehensive. The figure was close now, just a couple of steps away. Rory turned around, looking for the comforting lights of the coffee shop, but she could see nothing but pitch- black night behind her.
"Come here, lass." a croaky voice called out.
She could smell the alcohol in the man's breath and noticed the lopsided way he walked. A wrinkled hand emerged out of the folds of his jacket and grabbed her wrist. Rory struggled but the figure seemed to have immense strength.
"Come, now. Don't struggle." The voice was low and male. Rory let out a small cry as the figure put his arms around her waist and attempted to drag her off in some unseen direction. Rory screamed loudly, yelling for help, until the figure clamped a cold hand over her mouth.
"This will be easier if you don't struggle" the figure said, harsh amusement in his voice, as he brought his face closer to Rory's.
". much easier."
Disclaimer: I own all the characters that you've never seen before ^ ^ I've made up quite a few new ones.so yeah just keep an eye out for them
A/N: okay I hope you like this fic! R/R please if you have any questions or whatever. I hope you enjoy it! Oh yeah and I've used [.] for thoughts because I'm too lazy to put it into italics =S and I might forget to do that whole [.] thing in later chapters so remind me please! And tell me of any typos or wrong punctuation etc. ^.^ thank you!
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chapter two
Rory was sitting at her desk once again. It was evening. The sun had just set and the sky was painted with stars. Rory looked out of her dorm window and for a moment felt a slight déjà vu of that last night she spent in her room at Stars Hollow. Then, shaking her head, she looked back down at her book, but not before making a mental note to herself to call Jess.
Laura was sitting next the phone on a beanbag, applying pale orange nail polish to her left hand. Sharon was at the computer typing up an extra credit essay, and Melody was doing origami while sitting on Rory's bed. The phone rang. Laura answered, being the closest one to it, picking up the receiver gingerly with her right hand.
"Hello? Bonnie? Yeah, sure, hold on a sec.MELODY!!!"
"What? " Melody scooted over to Laura.
"Phone"
"Who is it?"
"Do you even have to ask?"
Sharon laughed out loud, pushed the print button on her computer with a flourish, and sat back in her chair, waiting for the printer to do its magic.
"Yes, I do have to ask" Melody pouted. "Tell me who it is!"
"You heard my side of the conversation! You should know who it is!"
"I didn't hear! I don't eavesdrop.unlike Isome/I people."
"What do you mean you didn't hear? You were standing halfway across the room! Of course you could hear. Wait, did you just accuse me of evesdropping?!"
Rory glanced up at the book she was reading. "Can you guys keep it down? I still got a couple hundred pages to read and it's not exactly easy to concentrate."
Melody turned to Rory. "Rory, you've read that book about a gazillion times! Give it a rest!"
"Melody, you might not care about your grades because your father can 'pay' your way through any slips in your grades, but, unlike you, I don't have an endless supply of money, so please be quiet!"
Melody looked at Rory, speechless, and then turned around to Laura and slapped her in the face.
"What was that for?" Laura shouted, outraged. She hung up the phone defiantly and threw it onto the floor, hopping to her feet.
"No! The printer won't work!" Sharon pressed the print button on her computer again and again. "Why wont it work?"
"You hung up on Bonnie!!!" Melody accused Laura.
"You whacked me in the face!!!"
"You wouldn't tell me who it was!!!"
"You knew anyway!"
"You're.you're and idiot!"
"So are you!"
"Damn! Why wont the printer work???"
"Everyone, be quiet! Quiet!!!" Rory yelled.
"You're a bigger idiot!"
"You're the biggest idiot!"
"No! This printers the big idiot!!"
"That's it." Rory muttered, and gathered up her books and notes and walked out of the dorm, closing the door behind her. Then, remembering something, she opened the door again.
"Sharon, kick the printer."
Sharon obliged. The printer promptly began to hum.
"Gee, thanks Rory!" she grinned. Then quieter, she said, "You get out of here for awhile and read your book. I'll deal with these two." She grinned evilly.
Rory smiled. "What are you going to do to them, exactly?" she asked.
"You'll see."
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Rory pushed the open the glass door of the nearest coffee shop and walked inside. It was now dark outside and slightly cold. She had forgotten to bring a jacket and now she took refuge in the warmth of the small shop.
Walking right up to the counter, she ordered strong black coffee. When it arrived, she drunk it so enthusiastically that and promptly ordered another, which earned her suspicious looks from the waiter, until she payed for the coffee in advance. Then the waiter rushed off, coming back with a second coffee, and hovered beside her, perhaps hoping that she would buy a third.
Rory, however, was too immersed in her book to notice anything beyond the coffee in her hand, which is why she didn't notice Tristan enter into the small coffee shop, until he sat down in the booth across from her and ordered a coke. Hearing his familiar voice, Rory's head shot up, and caught sight of Tristan, scrawling something in a scrappy, spiral bound notebook, his eyes intent, his face focused.
Rory's face lighted up. No matter how distant Tristan had seemed before, he was still part of her past, which reminded her of Stars Hollow, which made her feel less homesick. And besides, Tristan always acted a little weird around her when other people were around. It was only when Tristan was by himself, like on a night like this, when Tristan revealed his true personality to Rory. He was actually quite affectionate and lovable, and he reminded her strangely enough of Jess. Rory smiled as she thought of Jess.
"Hi Tristan!" she called out. Tristan glanced up, his pen slipping out of his hand. It clattered loudly on the hard linoleum floor. Cursing under his breath he crouched down and picked up his pen clumsily.
"Sorry" Rory said softly. The waiter came back with Tristan's coke.
"Come sit over here," Rory motioned to the seat next to her and beamed encouragingly, even thought Tristan had a dull, uninterested look on his face again.
"Uh." Tristan glanced at the seat next to Rory dubiously. "No thanks. I was just about to go anyway."
Tristan gathered up all his things and walked away, after slipping a couple of green paper notes onto the table.
"Give the lady my drink, " was the only thing he said.
Rory's brow furrowed, confused, as the waiter gleefully collected his tip and put it safely into his pocket. Rory closed her book, now unable to concentrate on the words. Resting her chin on her hands, she thought quietly to herself for a while, then eventually closed her eyes, and fell asleep.
"Miss.?"
Rory awoke, being shaken by someone. She looked up, her vision blurred. It was now pitch black outside the coffee shop. The waiter was hovering nervously above her.
"Miss, you fell asleep. We.we're closing down now."
Rory blinked, as the words slowly registered in her mind.
"Oh.okay." Rory grabbed her books and stood up wobbly.
"Are you sure you're alright, Miss?" The waiter asked.
"No.yes I'm fine." Rory murmured, and walked across the small shop and out the door slowly, still half asleep.
I I wonder what time it is /I she thought.
Rubbing her eyes, she squinted, the dark making it hard for her to see where she was walking. She discerned a darker, straggly shape against the already dark night. The figure approached her. Rory's heart started to beat faster; she was getting more than a little apprehensive. The figure was close now, just a couple of steps away. Rory turned around, looking for the comforting lights of the coffee shop, but she could see nothing but pitch- black night behind her.
"Come here, lass." a croaky voice called out.
She could smell the alcohol in the man's breath and noticed the lopsided way he walked. A wrinkled hand emerged out of the folds of his jacket and grabbed her wrist. Rory struggled but the figure seemed to have immense strength.
"Come, now. Don't struggle." The voice was low and male. Rory let out a small cry as the figure put his arms around her waist and attempted to drag her off in some unseen direction. Rory screamed loudly, yelling for help, until the figure clamped a cold hand over her mouth.
"This will be easier if you don't struggle" the figure said, harsh amusement in his voice, as he brought his face closer to Rory's.
". much easier."