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AUTHOR(S): FourLeafClover (the joint name of Tweak and Sleeping Star)
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Don't mind us. This is a perfect example of what happens when you watch the piano-kissing scene between Rory and Tristan over and over and over and over again.we are now spending a birthday sleepover fantasizing over what could have been. So send Sleeping Star a little birthday cheer and review!!!
Just keep in mind that Tristan never went to military school. (We're hopeless romantics. We think it's something in the drinking water.)
~~*+*~~
Valentines Day, thought Rory as she fiddled with the lock on her locker. Just another excuse for card companies and florists to service frantic boyfriends who've conveniently forgotten the date. What a complete and utter waste of space on my calendar. And my mother, bursting into my room at six am to borrow the love-heart shaped earrings I last wore when I was eight as the queen of hearts for Halloween did not help matters.
Behind her, a giggling group of girls passed flowers and cards from hand to hand, looking at the crudely written contents with delight. Rory rolled her eyes. Typical. Who started this whole Valentine's Day business anyway, she wondered as she finally tugged her locker open.
A single flower, a daisy, fell from the top of her books and into her lap.
Well, that's just great.
She stared at it, stunned, for a moment or two before self-consciously looking over her shoulder in search of the laughing pair of eyes that looked out at her from a hidden corner; but the only eyes that met hers were the curious ones of the girls standing behind her.
Rory turned her head, her cheeks burning, and, hastily stuffing the flower into her backpack, grabbed her books and wandered off in a daze.
Mum's going to have a field day over this, she thought wryly to herself.
~~*+*~~
"So who do you think it is?" Lorelai asked as she fingered the battered daisy in her hands delicately.
"I don't know!!!!" Rory cried as she frustratedly paused her solid pace long enough to run her fingers through her hair.
"No note?"
"No note." Rory confirmed as she plunked herself beside her mother, her hands over her face.
"Don't go all melodramatic on me now; you said this morning Valentine's Day wasn't a big deal anyway." Lorelai finally put the flower down on the table and slung her hands over her daughter's shoulders.
"Well, that was before I got one, wasn't it?" Rory stated matter-of-factly, removing her hands from her face and sinking down into the couch.
"Look, uh, don't go all defensive on me when I say this, but I'd have a mind to suspect a certain town delinquent," said Lorelai, halting abruptly and changing tone as she saw Rory's face darken with anger. "No, Rory, think about it. Firstly, who else would know how to get past a combination lock unnoticed? Secondly, this person has to know you well enough to know that daisies are your favourite flower; and thirdly-"
"But that doesn't make sense; he doesn't even go to Chilton, he had school today." Rory exclaimed.
"Well, it's not like that's ever stopped him before." Lorelai retorted.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Rory inquired edgily as she leaned back, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Rory, honey." Lorelai tried to regain Rory's attention as she placed a hand on her daughter's knee, "All I'm saying is that Jess.well, Jess is a troubled kid, you have to understand that. He got sent here for doing this stuff, he's-"
"What would you know?!" Rory's voice became shrill as she felt anger boiling up inside her. "You're just making assumptions because you have some unexplained grudge against him!"
"Rory, I know what I'm talking about; I've seen this happen before." Lorelai met her daughter's flaring eyes, before grabbing Rory's hands desperately, trying to get through to her. "He's screwing with your mind!"
"You don't understand anything!" yelled Rory, throwing Lorelai's hands violently aside and storming to the other side of the room. "You think you do, but you don't! You don't understand Jess and you don't understand me!"
"Of course I don't understand you!!!" bellowed Lorelai. "I don't string guys along before leaving them for dead!!!"
A sudden, heavy silence fell and the room rang, reverberating with the poisonous words of the fight. Rory's head was reeling. Had she just heard her mother- her best-friend, down-to-earth, different-from-the-rest mother, suddenly turn on her?
"Excuse me." She muttered as she turned on her heel, picked up her coat and headed out the door.
"Rory, I didn't mean-" Lorelai frantically yelled after Rory's retreating back, only to be cut off by the door slamming in her face.
~~*+*~~
Rory's flushed cheeks were cooled by the autumn winds coiling down the empty streets of Stars Hollow. She wrapped her coat tighter around herself as she headed for the park; it was late, and there wouldn't be anyone around.
She wandered down the meandering paths, unsuccessfully willing her mother's words out of her head again and again.
After walking aimlessly down the paths she knew so well, she stumbled across a secluded bench; and she finally gave in to the aching in her legs and the throbbing in her head, sitting down heavily. It was quite peaceful there, watching the trees wave in their silhouettes against the sky. Her headache began to ooze away and she breathed deeply, savoring the fresh silent air.
A heavy hand laid itself firmly on her shoulder.
TBC
P.S. Isn't that review button down there so very pretty? We think so.
AUTHOR(S): FourLeafClover (the joint name of Tweak and Sleeping Star)
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Don't mind us. This is a perfect example of what happens when you watch the piano-kissing scene between Rory and Tristan over and over and over and over again.we are now spending a birthday sleepover fantasizing over what could have been. So send Sleeping Star a little birthday cheer and review!!!
Just keep in mind that Tristan never went to military school. (We're hopeless romantics. We think it's something in the drinking water.)
~~*+*~~
Valentines Day, thought Rory as she fiddled with the lock on her locker. Just another excuse for card companies and florists to service frantic boyfriends who've conveniently forgotten the date. What a complete and utter waste of space on my calendar. And my mother, bursting into my room at six am to borrow the love-heart shaped earrings I last wore when I was eight as the queen of hearts for Halloween did not help matters.
Behind her, a giggling group of girls passed flowers and cards from hand to hand, looking at the crudely written contents with delight. Rory rolled her eyes. Typical. Who started this whole Valentine's Day business anyway, she wondered as she finally tugged her locker open.
A single flower, a daisy, fell from the top of her books and into her lap.
Well, that's just great.
She stared at it, stunned, for a moment or two before self-consciously looking over her shoulder in search of the laughing pair of eyes that looked out at her from a hidden corner; but the only eyes that met hers were the curious ones of the girls standing behind her.
Rory turned her head, her cheeks burning, and, hastily stuffing the flower into her backpack, grabbed her books and wandered off in a daze.
Mum's going to have a field day over this, she thought wryly to herself.
~~*+*~~
"So who do you think it is?" Lorelai asked as she fingered the battered daisy in her hands delicately.
"I don't know!!!!" Rory cried as she frustratedly paused her solid pace long enough to run her fingers through her hair.
"No note?"
"No note." Rory confirmed as she plunked herself beside her mother, her hands over her face.
"Don't go all melodramatic on me now; you said this morning Valentine's Day wasn't a big deal anyway." Lorelai finally put the flower down on the table and slung her hands over her daughter's shoulders.
"Well, that was before I got one, wasn't it?" Rory stated matter-of-factly, removing her hands from her face and sinking down into the couch.
"Look, uh, don't go all defensive on me when I say this, but I'd have a mind to suspect a certain town delinquent," said Lorelai, halting abruptly and changing tone as she saw Rory's face darken with anger. "No, Rory, think about it. Firstly, who else would know how to get past a combination lock unnoticed? Secondly, this person has to know you well enough to know that daisies are your favourite flower; and thirdly-"
"But that doesn't make sense; he doesn't even go to Chilton, he had school today." Rory exclaimed.
"Well, it's not like that's ever stopped him before." Lorelai retorted.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Rory inquired edgily as she leaned back, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Rory, honey." Lorelai tried to regain Rory's attention as she placed a hand on her daughter's knee, "All I'm saying is that Jess.well, Jess is a troubled kid, you have to understand that. He got sent here for doing this stuff, he's-"
"What would you know?!" Rory's voice became shrill as she felt anger boiling up inside her. "You're just making assumptions because you have some unexplained grudge against him!"
"Rory, I know what I'm talking about; I've seen this happen before." Lorelai met her daughter's flaring eyes, before grabbing Rory's hands desperately, trying to get through to her. "He's screwing with your mind!"
"You don't understand anything!" yelled Rory, throwing Lorelai's hands violently aside and storming to the other side of the room. "You think you do, but you don't! You don't understand Jess and you don't understand me!"
"Of course I don't understand you!!!" bellowed Lorelai. "I don't string guys along before leaving them for dead!!!"
A sudden, heavy silence fell and the room rang, reverberating with the poisonous words of the fight. Rory's head was reeling. Had she just heard her mother- her best-friend, down-to-earth, different-from-the-rest mother, suddenly turn on her?
"Excuse me." She muttered as she turned on her heel, picked up her coat and headed out the door.
"Rory, I didn't mean-" Lorelai frantically yelled after Rory's retreating back, only to be cut off by the door slamming in her face.
~~*+*~~
Rory's flushed cheeks were cooled by the autumn winds coiling down the empty streets of Stars Hollow. She wrapped her coat tighter around herself as she headed for the park; it was late, and there wouldn't be anyone around.
She wandered down the meandering paths, unsuccessfully willing her mother's words out of her head again and again.
After walking aimlessly down the paths she knew so well, she stumbled across a secluded bench; and she finally gave in to the aching in her legs and the throbbing in her head, sitting down heavily. It was quite peaceful there, watching the trees wave in their silhouettes against the sky. Her headache began to ooze away and she breathed deeply, savoring the fresh silent air.
A heavy hand laid itself firmly on her shoulder.
TBC
P.S. Isn't that review button down there so very pretty? We think so.