Authors Note : Heylo people, I decided to try my hand at yet another Trory fic. Don't worry,
I won't let it interfere with my other story (I honestly have like 5 stories
in the works, Im okay at juggling this stuff :) .. Erm, this story takes
place in the future, about a year after they graduate college. Rory from
Harvard, naturally, and Tristan from Princeton (spellage?). They've both moved
back to Conn. Rory works for a Hartford entertainment magazine (this will
become clearer later) and Tristan is working at his fathers company, they
meet under some different circumstances and we'll see where things go from
there :) Please let me know what you think and whether or not I should continue
this. Thanks :)
Disclaimer : I own everything! ...... In my dreams. Back in reality, everything belongs to all the awesome GG affiliated peoples.
"Don't Say You Love Me"
Chapter 01
"Mike wants to see ya," Andy Newman, one of Rory's co-workers informed the twenty-three year old as she burst through the doors of Fade Magazine , a new and upcoming entertainment magazine in the Hartford area. Initially, she hadn't loved the idea of writing for this type of organization, but after working there for the past five months, found she rather enjoyed it. Not exactly what she wanted to do for the rest of her life, but would do for now.
"Okay, thanks," Rory replied absentmindedly, not even looking up from the article she was reviewing and sat down at her desk. Andy grinned, leaning against the door frame of her office.
"Now." He added, smirking a little when she glanced up abruptly.
"Now?"
"Yes, now. 'Get Gilmore in here as soon as she arrives,' is what he told me this morning." Andy explained.
Rory sighed and put the papers in her hand on her desk, scowling at Andy. "You did that on purpose."
Andy shrugged and motioned towards the magazines editor's office with his head. "You better get going. You know how Mike gets when you're late."
"Im going, Im going," Rory exclaimed, grabbing her coffee before heading towards her bosses office. Pushing a loose hair out of her face, she opened the door a crack. "Mike? You wanted to see me?"
Mike Conner, the editor of Fade, who was on the phone, as usual, motioned for her to come in. "Alright. Yes, Thursday. Got it, Great. Yeah. Goodbye." He said before placing the phone back in its cradle. "Morning, Rory," he greeted his employee.
Rory couldn't help smiling. Mike was one of those guys who made you feel at ease no matter what the circumstances. "Morning. What can I do for you today?"
Mike leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms behind his head. "I've decided to pull you off the coverage of this years election, Cindy will handle that."
Rory's mouth dropped open. She has specifically asked for that story months in advance! She had already begun the research and had her rough draft partially written. "What? Why?"
"Cindy's got more experience in that type of writing. Besides, you're one of our most talented writers, I don't want to waste your talent on a story nobody's going to read. We both know that people get the newspaper to read that kind of stuff, they buy Fade to be caught up on the local entertainment scene. Micah and I talked it over and we decided that we want you and Mary to cover our feature story for next months issue." Mike explained.
"But - " Rory started to protest.
Mike held up his hand to silence her. "I know, I know you wanted to do the election story, but we need your writing abilities elsewhere. Please, Rory. You and Mary are our best writers and for next months story, we need the best written article we can have."
Rory sighed, taking a sip of her coffee. "So what is this story?"
Mike gave her a cocky grin. "Hartford's 25 Most Eligible Bachelors."
"What?!" Rory exclaimed. "You've gotta be kidding me."
Mike shook his head, the smile never leaving his face. "Complete seriousness, Rory. Mary's already got the information, the list of the men you are to interview, excetera. See her for all of that."
Rory got up, shaking her head in disbelief. She had been taken off the one article she had been dying to write, to do a most eligible story? "When do we start?"
"That's my girl. Your first interview is tomorrow, Mary will let you know where." Mike replied.
Sighing deeply, Rory left the office, inwardly fuming.
*****
Are we getting the idea of where this story is headed? :) I'll have chapter two up tomorrow if ya'll like it enough to review (Im a feedback whoooooreeeee *hehe*) So yeah. 10 Reviews and I'll be nice. Less than 10 I'll kick and scream and blow ff.net up. Okay, maybe not, but it'll make me happy :)
*~*Shay*~*
Disclaimer : I own everything! ...... In my dreams. Back in reality, everything belongs to all the awesome GG affiliated peoples.
Chapter 01
"Mike wants to see ya," Andy Newman, one of Rory's co-workers informed the twenty-three year old as she burst through the doors of Fade Magazine , a new and upcoming entertainment magazine in the Hartford area. Initially, she hadn't loved the idea of writing for this type of organization, but after working there for the past five months, found she rather enjoyed it. Not exactly what she wanted to do for the rest of her life, but would do for now.
"Okay, thanks," Rory replied absentmindedly, not even looking up from the article she was reviewing and sat down at her desk. Andy grinned, leaning against the door frame of her office.
"Now." He added, smirking a little when she glanced up abruptly.
"Now?"
"Yes, now. 'Get Gilmore in here as soon as she arrives,' is what he told me this morning." Andy explained.
Rory sighed and put the papers in her hand on her desk, scowling at Andy. "You did that on purpose."
Andy shrugged and motioned towards the magazines editor's office with his head. "You better get going. You know how Mike gets when you're late."
"Im going, Im going," Rory exclaimed, grabbing her coffee before heading towards her bosses office. Pushing a loose hair out of her face, she opened the door a crack. "Mike? You wanted to see me?"
Mike Conner, the editor of Fade, who was on the phone, as usual, motioned for her to come in. "Alright. Yes, Thursday. Got it, Great. Yeah. Goodbye." He said before placing the phone back in its cradle. "Morning, Rory," he greeted his employee.
Rory couldn't help smiling. Mike was one of those guys who made you feel at ease no matter what the circumstances. "Morning. What can I do for you today?"
Mike leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms behind his head. "I've decided to pull you off the coverage of this years election, Cindy will handle that."
Rory's mouth dropped open. She has specifically asked for that story months in advance! She had already begun the research and had her rough draft partially written. "What? Why?"
"Cindy's got more experience in that type of writing. Besides, you're one of our most talented writers, I don't want to waste your talent on a story nobody's going to read. We both know that people get the newspaper to read that kind of stuff, they buy Fade to be caught up on the local entertainment scene. Micah and I talked it over and we decided that we want you and Mary to cover our feature story for next months issue." Mike explained.
"But - " Rory started to protest.
Mike held up his hand to silence her. "I know, I know you wanted to do the election story, but we need your writing abilities elsewhere. Please, Rory. You and Mary are our best writers and for next months story, we need the best written article we can have."
Rory sighed, taking a sip of her coffee. "So what is this story?"
Mike gave her a cocky grin. "Hartford's 25 Most Eligible Bachelors."
"What?!" Rory exclaimed. "You've gotta be kidding me."
Mike shook his head, the smile never leaving his face. "Complete seriousness, Rory. Mary's already got the information, the list of the men you are to interview, excetera. See her for all of that."
Rory got up, shaking her head in disbelief. She had been taken off the one article she had been dying to write, to do a most eligible story? "When do we start?"
"That's my girl. Your first interview is tomorrow, Mary will let you know where." Mike replied.
Sighing deeply, Rory left the office, inwardly fuming.
*****
Are we getting the idea of where this story is headed? :) I'll have chapter two up tomorrow if ya'll like it enough to review (Im a feedback whoooooreeeee *hehe*) So yeah. 10 Reviews and I'll be nice. Less than 10 I'll kick and scream and blow ff.net up. Okay, maybe not, but it'll make me happy :)
*~*Shay*~*