DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. Not the show, the characters, nada. The plot line is my own however.
RATING: PG-13 [you can never be too sure]
PAIRING: Trory
SETTING: This is set after both Tristan and Rory have graduated college. Dean and Rory broke up a month after Tristan left.
Rory never kissed Jess.
SUMMARY: Tristan's parents and Rory's grandparents went to set up a marriage between Tristan and Rory for a successful
business merger.
A/N: *...* means characters are thinking.
Chapter Seven
Yet Another Family Dinner
"Mom, just ring the doorbell," Rory said exasperated.
"I'm scared," Lorelai replied.
"Of what?" Rory asked incredously.
"Last week they arranged a marriage between you and Bible Boy. Who knows what they have in store for us tonight?"
"We'll survive I'm sure."
"You don't know that. They could-" Lorelai was cut off by Emily opening the door.
"Lorelai, why in the world didn't you just ring the bell?" Emily asked.
"I considered that, but it was entirely too simple to make sense," Lorelai responded.
"What?" Emily looked to Rory for an explanation.
"Don't look at me. I have no idea why she does the things she does," Rory said.
"I suppose no one does. Come in, please. We're just about ready to eat dinner." Emily ushered them into the dining room.
Tristan quickly stood up as they entered the dining room and held out Rory's chair for her. He gave her a dashing smile
when she thanked him. The one that didn't quite reach his eyes.
"He's trying too hard," Lorelai whispered to Rory. Rory simply nodded.
Conversation was sparse until the main course was set out. Talk then turned to Rory and Tristan's upcoming date.
"I certainly hope you two aren't going to have such a long period of time in between all of your dates. We had been hoping
you two would have gone out last Saturday night," Emily remarked.
"Why does it matter, Mom?" Lorelai asked her.
"Well, normally it wouldn't, but Rory and Tristan are in a special circumstance. Time is limited," Emily replied.
"Yes, perhaps you could go out Tuesday night as well. I believe Tristan's free then, aren't you Tristan?" Robert DuGrey
asked his son.
"Well, yes, but-" Tristan was cut off by his father. "Excellent! I'll have reservations made for you at La Maison at 8:00."
Rory was sitting there fuming. *Just who do they think they are telling me when to go out? It's not their problem when and
where I go. I can't believe them.*
"Yes, a minimum of two dates per week," Richard commented. "Three would be ideal."
"Definitely. Don't you agree, Melanie?" Robert asked his wife.
"I suppose so," Melanie said glancing at Rory. She could see Rory's anger.
"Perhaps they could even be engaged by the end of the month," Emily inserted herself into the conversation.
"Or maybe you could all stay out of my business!" Rory stated loudly.
"Rory, you're being impolite," her grandmother chatised her.
"Ask me if I care. Oh wait, I forgot, you don't ask me anything. You just tell me what I'm expected to do. Well, I'm sorry
to disappoint you all, but I'm afraid I won't be staying for dessert," Rory said as she began to exit the dining room.
"You can't leave in the middle of the meal!" Emily exclaimed.
"I can and I will. If I want to go on three dates with Tristan per week, I will. And if I don't feel like going on any, I
won't. It's not your choice to make. I agreed to this, because I knew how much this means to all of you. But trust me when
I say I will NOT be engaged by the end of the month. I can't make major life decisions based on other people's feelings. I
have to do what's right for me. I'm sorry if I offended any of you. Now, goodnight." Lorelai followed her daughter outside
and to the car.
"That was quite a spiel, honey," Lorelai remarked.
"Do you think I was out of line?" Rory asked her, now calm.
"No, not at all. They have no right to tell you what to do. You have to follow your heart, Rory." Rory felt better after
her mother's comforting words.
A/N: You know the drill-- review please! :o)
RATING: PG-13 [you can never be too sure]
PAIRING: Trory
SETTING: This is set after both Tristan and Rory have graduated college. Dean and Rory broke up a month after Tristan left.
Rory never kissed Jess.
SUMMARY: Tristan's parents and Rory's grandparents went to set up a marriage between Tristan and Rory for a successful
business merger.
A/N: *...* means characters are thinking.
Chapter Seven
Yet Another Family Dinner
"Mom, just ring the doorbell," Rory said exasperated.
"I'm scared," Lorelai replied.
"Of what?" Rory asked incredously.
"Last week they arranged a marriage between you and Bible Boy. Who knows what they have in store for us tonight?"
"We'll survive I'm sure."
"You don't know that. They could-" Lorelai was cut off by Emily opening the door.
"Lorelai, why in the world didn't you just ring the bell?" Emily asked.
"I considered that, but it was entirely too simple to make sense," Lorelai responded.
"What?" Emily looked to Rory for an explanation.
"Don't look at me. I have no idea why she does the things she does," Rory said.
"I suppose no one does. Come in, please. We're just about ready to eat dinner." Emily ushered them into the dining room.
Tristan quickly stood up as they entered the dining room and held out Rory's chair for her. He gave her a dashing smile
when she thanked him. The one that didn't quite reach his eyes.
"He's trying too hard," Lorelai whispered to Rory. Rory simply nodded.
Conversation was sparse until the main course was set out. Talk then turned to Rory and Tristan's upcoming date.
"I certainly hope you two aren't going to have such a long period of time in between all of your dates. We had been hoping
you two would have gone out last Saturday night," Emily remarked.
"Why does it matter, Mom?" Lorelai asked her.
"Well, normally it wouldn't, but Rory and Tristan are in a special circumstance. Time is limited," Emily replied.
"Yes, perhaps you could go out Tuesday night as well. I believe Tristan's free then, aren't you Tristan?" Robert DuGrey
asked his son.
"Well, yes, but-" Tristan was cut off by his father. "Excellent! I'll have reservations made for you at La Maison at 8:00."
Rory was sitting there fuming. *Just who do they think they are telling me when to go out? It's not their problem when and
where I go. I can't believe them.*
"Yes, a minimum of two dates per week," Richard commented. "Three would be ideal."
"Definitely. Don't you agree, Melanie?" Robert asked his wife.
"I suppose so," Melanie said glancing at Rory. She could see Rory's anger.
"Perhaps they could even be engaged by the end of the month," Emily inserted herself into the conversation.
"Or maybe you could all stay out of my business!" Rory stated loudly.
"Rory, you're being impolite," her grandmother chatised her.
"Ask me if I care. Oh wait, I forgot, you don't ask me anything. You just tell me what I'm expected to do. Well, I'm sorry
to disappoint you all, but I'm afraid I won't be staying for dessert," Rory said as she began to exit the dining room.
"You can't leave in the middle of the meal!" Emily exclaimed.
"I can and I will. If I want to go on three dates with Tristan per week, I will. And if I don't feel like going on any, I
won't. It's not your choice to make. I agreed to this, because I knew how much this means to all of you. But trust me when
I say I will NOT be engaged by the end of the month. I can't make major life decisions based on other people's feelings. I
have to do what's right for me. I'm sorry if I offended any of you. Now, goodnight." Lorelai followed her daughter outside
and to the car.
"That was quite a spiel, honey," Lorelai remarked.
"Do you think I was out of line?" Rory asked her, now calm.
"No, not at all. They have no right to tell you what to do. You have to follow your heart, Rory." Rory felt better after
her mother's comforting words.
A/N: You know the drill-- review please! :o)