Title: Untitled
Author: Bluefroggy (Celia and Margaret) a.k.a The Cheese Meisters!!!
Author's Note: Aaaaaand we're back by popular demands and we think that this time the insane authors think that the insane author's notes shall remain for good. Now in the last Chap of our fic, Rory became Valedictorian of her collage graduation. A tragedy in our world has occurred. But we don't think that we shall tell you right now. If you actually read this fic, it will pop up somewhere. Like a pop up book! Nooooow on with the show!!!!!
Chapter Two: Graduation Party
"Rory, I'm so proud of you, I bet I was the only mom there that was crying!" Lorelai beamed at Rory. Her eyes were still wet.
"No you weren't, Mom. I saw Mrs. Smith sobbing into a tissue," Rory replied.
"Excuse me Ms. Gilmore, but we need to get ready for our graduation party," Tristan said quickly.
Lorelai walked away saying something like "That Tristan is an evil person."
Rory and Tristan walked to their apartment. They secretly shared an apartment. If Lorelai knew it she would have a fit because 1) she thought that Tristan was an Evil Meanie, 2) she wanted to have an apartment that she and Rory would share.
Rory walked up to the door to the building, pushed it open and walked up the stairs. She and Tristan always raced up to their apartment. He was taking the Elevator. She got there just seconds before Tristan. She reached into her pocket to grab her keys.
"Tristan, I left my keys in the apartment. I can't open the door," whined Rory.
"Allow me," Tristan replied.
Half an hour later, Rory had taken a shower and washed her hair, [that had taken 10 minutes], brushed her hair, [that had taken 30 seconds].
(A/N: The Music Man has stopped playing on Broadway so we're sad. This is our tragedy.)
She had found something to wear, [that had taken 15 minutes], and had gotten dressed. [That had taken 4.5 minutes.]
Tristan had found something to wear, [that took the 10 minutes that Rory was in the shower], had taken a shower, [that had taken 10 minutes,] had gotten dressed [that took 5 minutes,] and had gelled his hair [that took 5 minutes].
(A/N: Celia feels really proud of the way she timed things. Margaret thinks it is a large poot. Poot=anything bad, evil, or annoying.)
Any way, half an hour later, they were walking down the stairs. (This time Rory had her keys.) They grabbed a taxi and went to the hotel where they were celebrating.
By the time they got to the hotel, they were both in bad moods. There had been a TON of traffic. Not only that but the driver had been talking about things that they didn't listen to and then quizzing them on it. After three cups of beverages, (Punch and Coffee), Rory and Tristan were ready to dance. They danced nonstop for three hours. Finally, tired and out-of- breath, they headed for the sidelines.
"Rory, um-er-I-oh-well-uh… would you like some more coffee?" Tristan asked cautiously.
"Yes, but I think you were going to ask me something else." Rory replied.
"Rory, I have loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you in the hallway on your first day of Chilton. Sure, I tormented you, and called you Mary, but that was only because you were the first girl I'd ever really liked and I didn't know how to behave around you. I went to Military School, and they reformed me enough that you started to like me. Once you liked me my work was done, and I was Tristan again. Now I know how to behave, and these last five years have been the best five of my life. I have to say again, as I've said many times before, that when you were dating Dean, I nearly died of jealousy. Each time you declared your hatred for me, you ripped out a piece of my heart. I know it's rude, but the day that you broke up with him was the happiest day of my life. Seeing your smiling face when I wake up each morning makes every day, even a bad one, a special day I'll never forget. If I had a choice between you and the most beautiful girl in the world, I wouldn't have to choose, because to me, you are the most beautiful woman in the world. You know, I said the day you and Dean broke up was the happiest day of my life, but it might be bumped down to second if you answer my question correctly." Tristan got down on one knee, and pulled out a small black box.
"Oh, Tristan," gasped Rory, "I don't know what to say."
"Don't say anything," replied Tristan. "I love you truly and deeply. I've never been as sure about anything as I am about my love for you. I love you from the bottom of my heart. Lorelai Leigh Gilmore, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"
"What do you honestly think?"
Author: Bluefroggy (Celia and Margaret) a.k.a The Cheese Meisters!!!
Author's Note: Aaaaaand we're back by popular demands and we think that this time the insane authors think that the insane author's notes shall remain for good. Now in the last Chap of our fic, Rory became Valedictorian of her collage graduation. A tragedy in our world has occurred. But we don't think that we shall tell you right now. If you actually read this fic, it will pop up somewhere. Like a pop up book! Nooooow on with the show!!!!!
Chapter Two: Graduation Party
"Rory, I'm so proud of you, I bet I was the only mom there that was crying!" Lorelai beamed at Rory. Her eyes were still wet.
"No you weren't, Mom. I saw Mrs. Smith sobbing into a tissue," Rory replied.
"Excuse me Ms. Gilmore, but we need to get ready for our graduation party," Tristan said quickly.
Lorelai walked away saying something like "That Tristan is an evil person."
Rory and Tristan walked to their apartment. They secretly shared an apartment. If Lorelai knew it she would have a fit because 1) she thought that Tristan was an Evil Meanie, 2) she wanted to have an apartment that she and Rory would share.
Rory walked up to the door to the building, pushed it open and walked up the stairs. She and Tristan always raced up to their apartment. He was taking the Elevator. She got there just seconds before Tristan. She reached into her pocket to grab her keys.
"Tristan, I left my keys in the apartment. I can't open the door," whined Rory.
"Allow me," Tristan replied.
Half an hour later, Rory had taken a shower and washed her hair, [that had taken 10 minutes], brushed her hair, [that had taken 30 seconds].
(A/N: The Music Man has stopped playing on Broadway so we're sad. This is our tragedy.)
She had found something to wear, [that had taken 15 minutes], and had gotten dressed. [That had taken 4.5 minutes.]
Tristan had found something to wear, [that took the 10 minutes that Rory was in the shower], had taken a shower, [that had taken 10 minutes,] had gotten dressed [that took 5 minutes,] and had gelled his hair [that took 5 minutes].
(A/N: Celia feels really proud of the way she timed things. Margaret thinks it is a large poot. Poot=anything bad, evil, or annoying.)
Any way, half an hour later, they were walking down the stairs. (This time Rory had her keys.) They grabbed a taxi and went to the hotel where they were celebrating.
By the time they got to the hotel, they were both in bad moods. There had been a TON of traffic. Not only that but the driver had been talking about things that they didn't listen to and then quizzing them on it. After three cups of beverages, (Punch and Coffee), Rory and Tristan were ready to dance. They danced nonstop for three hours. Finally, tired and out-of- breath, they headed for the sidelines.
"Rory, um-er-I-oh-well-uh… would you like some more coffee?" Tristan asked cautiously.
"Yes, but I think you were going to ask me something else." Rory replied.
"Rory, I have loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you in the hallway on your first day of Chilton. Sure, I tormented you, and called you Mary, but that was only because you were the first girl I'd ever really liked and I didn't know how to behave around you. I went to Military School, and they reformed me enough that you started to like me. Once you liked me my work was done, and I was Tristan again. Now I know how to behave, and these last five years have been the best five of my life. I have to say again, as I've said many times before, that when you were dating Dean, I nearly died of jealousy. Each time you declared your hatred for me, you ripped out a piece of my heart. I know it's rude, but the day that you broke up with him was the happiest day of my life. Seeing your smiling face when I wake up each morning makes every day, even a bad one, a special day I'll never forget. If I had a choice between you and the most beautiful girl in the world, I wouldn't have to choose, because to me, you are the most beautiful woman in the world. You know, I said the day you and Dean broke up was the happiest day of my life, but it might be bumped down to second if you answer my question correctly." Tristan got down on one knee, and pulled out a small black box.
"Oh, Tristan," gasped Rory, "I don't know what to say."
"Don't say anything," replied Tristan. "I love you truly and deeply. I've never been as sure about anything as I am about my love for you. I love you from the bottom of my heart. Lorelai Leigh Gilmore, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"
"What do you honestly think?"