Title: Untitled
Author: Bluefroggy (Celia and Marg), The Cheez Meisters
Summary: Future Trory fic in which they get married.
Rating: pg (maybe pg-13 later on)
Content: Really just kissing, maybe a couple of curse words.
Last chap: Something is ailing Lorelai
Authors Note: I bet you were worried about us. Well we're back and hopefully
You won't be worried anymore. We'll tell you why. We have eyes and spies everywhere. There is nothing you can hide from the Cheez Miesters! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ok, we'll stop! We know what's ailing Lorelai!! Neener Neener Neener!!!!!!!!!!! That's classified info. In other words, that's for us to know and you to find out. Neener Neener Neener!!!!!!!!!!!
Chapter 7: The Honeymoon
It was past midnight by the time Tristan, Rory, Lorelai, Luke and Chris could climb into their cars and head home. Chris had refused to fall asleep but did. They were so tired. Tristan and Rory were leaving on their honeymoon tomorrow.
~*~*&*~*~
Lorelai woke up to hear Chris sobbing into the pillow next to her.
"Gone. All gone. Now I will never know the secret," he sobbed.
Lorelai looked at the clock-radio near her bed. 1:39 AM. they had gone
"Chris, baby, don't cry. Don't cry," Lorelai whispered trying to soothe Chris. "I can't tell you the secret because everybody has to find out together. It's not fair otherwise, and we always want to be fair. If nobody was fair, then the world would be a big, mean, coffee-less mess." No sound came from Chris. She figured he was giving her the silent treatment. "But if it means that much to you, I'll tell you the secret. Okay, Chris? ...Chris?" She looked over at him. He was fast asleep. `He looks so peaceful,' she thought. She put her arms around him, and fell asleep, fairly peaceful herself.
~*~*&*~*~
Rory pulled her suitcase off the baggage unloader thing.
(A/N: you know, those things that go round and round that you want to sit on and go around.)
she whipped her cell phone out of her pocket.
"(203) 555-4321," she muttered.
(A/N: ONE SIDED PHONE CALL!!!!!!!!!!!!! YIPEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!)
"Hello, Mom? Hi it's Rory. Yeah we got here ok. No it's ok. Really. ... WHAT!! Mom, I suspected that, but--No, I promise not to tell Tristan. It'll be hard, but I'll stop myself from doing it. What about Chris? Oh really? Mom. Come on. I don't believe you. Oh, I get it, that's really cute. Well, I'll talk to you soon! Okloveyoubye."
"Calling your mom?" Rory jumped. Tristan was standing behind her.
"Yeah,"
"What were you talking about?"
"Stuff. Chris is in a cranky mood. And he refuses to put on his pants,"
"Do you mean that literally?"
"Every word of it," said Rory matter-of-factly.
"Lord help your parents," replied Tristan sympathetically.
"My thoughts exactly."
Author: Bluefroggy (Celia and Marg), The Cheez Meisters
Summary: Future Trory fic in which they get married.
Rating: pg (maybe pg-13 later on)
Content: Really just kissing, maybe a couple of curse words.
Last chap: Something is ailing Lorelai
Authors Note: I bet you were worried about us. Well we're back and hopefully
You won't be worried anymore. We'll tell you why. We have eyes and spies everywhere. There is nothing you can hide from the Cheez Miesters! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ok, we'll stop! We know what's ailing Lorelai!! Neener Neener Neener!!!!!!!!!!! That's classified info. In other words, that's for us to know and you to find out. Neener Neener Neener!!!!!!!!!!!
Chapter 7: The Honeymoon
It was past midnight by the time Tristan, Rory, Lorelai, Luke and Chris could climb into their cars and head home. Chris had refused to fall asleep but did. They were so tired. Tristan and Rory were leaving on their honeymoon tomorrow.
~*~*&*~*~
Lorelai woke up to hear Chris sobbing into the pillow next to her.
"Gone. All gone. Now I will never know the secret," he sobbed.
Lorelai looked at the clock-radio near her bed. 1:39 AM. they had gone
"Chris, baby, don't cry. Don't cry," Lorelai whispered trying to soothe Chris. "I can't tell you the secret because everybody has to find out together. It's not fair otherwise, and we always want to be fair. If nobody was fair, then the world would be a big, mean, coffee-less mess." No sound came from Chris. She figured he was giving her the silent treatment. "But if it means that much to you, I'll tell you the secret. Okay, Chris? ...Chris?" She looked over at him. He was fast asleep. `He looks so peaceful,' she thought. She put her arms around him, and fell asleep, fairly peaceful herself.
~*~*&*~*~
Rory pulled her suitcase off the baggage unloader thing.
(A/N: you know, those things that go round and round that you want to sit on and go around.)
she whipped her cell phone out of her pocket.
"(203) 555-4321," she muttered.
(A/N: ONE SIDED PHONE CALL!!!!!!!!!!!!! YIPEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!)
"Hello, Mom? Hi it's Rory. Yeah we got here ok. No it's ok. Really. ... WHAT!! Mom, I suspected that, but--No, I promise not to tell Tristan. It'll be hard, but I'll stop myself from doing it. What about Chris? Oh really? Mom. Come on. I don't believe you. Oh, I get it, that's really cute. Well, I'll talk to you soon! Okloveyoubye."
"Calling your mom?" Rory jumped. Tristan was standing behind her.
"Yeah,"
"What were you talking about?"
"Stuff. Chris is in a cranky mood. And he refuses to put on his pants,"
"Do you mean that literally?"
"Every word of it," said Rory matter-of-factly.
"Lord help your parents," replied Tristan sympathetically.
"My thoughts exactly."