Disclaimer : yeah, yeah, yeah, stop rubbing in the fact I dont own CMM. Geesh.
Feedback : Thank you peoples, for all your kind words. Im kind of on a roll with this story yesterday/today, so we might have a few chapters today (no promises though).. Umm, so yeah anyway, keep reviewing. You make my life worth living (hmm..) Or something to that effect.
A/N : Im still sick, so my mind isnt functioning correctly when it comes to grammar and spelling, so please try to ignore what you can. I'll try my hardest to make it readable. 'K, nuff of that. On with the story!
"Don't Say You Love Me"
Chapter 03
"Clint Moore," Rory murmured, typing the name in the search box on her computer. She had less than twenty-four hours to gather information on the five guys they were set to interview tomorrow and it wasn't as easy as she had thought when she agreed to take the task upon herself. A book suddenly flew off the shelf in her room as the front door slammed.
"RRROOORRRRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYY" Came her irritated mothers voice.
"In here," Rory called, her nose still buried in the information she was collecting.
Lorelai came bounding down the hall and into her room. "My life is hell," she stated dramatically.
Rory nodded, not looking up from her work. "Thats nice."
"Hey, whatcha doing?" Lorelai asked, forgetting about her troubles momentarily as she watched over Rory's shoulder.
"Work," she mumbled unhappily.
"Work?!" Lorelai exclaimed, plopping down on the floor next to her daughters desk. "Have I taught you nothing? Play than work. Come on, come play with me, I need to relieve my mind of my horrible day."
Rory finally glanced over at her mother, a small smile playing with the corners of her mouth. "Why don't you go play with Luke?" She teased, still finding humor in the fact it had taken her mother so many years to realize how she felt about him. The pair had just started dating two months earlier.
Lorelai rolled her eyes. "That evil little man refused me coffee. He won't even cave in anymore! Oh the horrors of dating."
Rory chuckled, turning back to her computer. "I'm sure you can find someone to accompany you in your many weird games. I have research to do."
"Work, work, work, thats all you ever do anymore. I thought once you came home from college we'd be buddies again, do things like we used to. But no, you've always got your nose glued to that thing. Come on, Rorrrryyyyy, I wanna plaaaaay," Lorelai whined, tugging on Rory's pant leg.
"If I throw a bone, will you chase after it?" Rory asked.
Lorelai frowned. "You're mean. Go back to Harvard, we don't need your kind here."
Rory looked over at her, smirking playfully. "Okay, I'll be gone tomorrow."
Panic spread across Lorelai's face. "No, I didn't mean it! Stay, stay, staaay."
"Overdramatic much? You're not going to be able to get rid of me that easily," Rory replied, saving her work and turning the computer off. "Where to?"
Lorelai jumped up, clapping her hands together excitedly. "Monopoly!"
Rory groaned. Monopoly had become her mothers latest obsession, and she had been forced to play more than once everyday for the past two weeks. "Do we have too?"
"You're just mad that you can never beat me." Lorelai said, sticking her tongue out.
"Hey, I resent that! I beat you once.. or twice," Rory protested.
Giggling, Lorelai headed in the direction of the living room. "I've got the dog!"
*****
"I thought you got all your research done for your article?" Lorelai asked, filling Rory's coffee cup up again and pulling a chair up next to the desk.
Rory took a deep gulp of the warm liquid and sighed contently. "I did. But Mike decided today that he wanted me to do next months cover story instead."
Frowning, Lorelai leaned over to get a better look at the paper Rory was working off of. "Hartfords 25 Most Eligible Bachelors? " She asked, a grin erasing the prior frown. "Say," she began again, after a few moments of silence. "Do you need a partner? I'd be more than willing to lend an extra hand, you know..."
"Already got one," Rory answered. "Besides, knowing you, you wouldn't be much help. Too busy ogling the interviewees."
"I don't ogle!" Lorelai objected.
Rory rolled her eyes and turned to her. "You so do ogle."
"I do not! Maybe I did once a long time ago, but that could hardly be considered ogling!"
"And what would you call what you were doing to Luke at the diner earlier? Really, I'd be interested in knowing what the name for that is." Rory teased.
Lorelai stood up huffily. "Staring intently. I do not ogle."
Rory nodded her head, in mock agreement. "Okay, Mom. You don't ogle."
Smiling triumphantly, Lorelai turned to leave. "Thats what I thought." She said before exiting the room.
"... And I'm the Queen of Hartford," Rory mumbled to herself.
"I heard that!" Lorelai yelled from the kitchen, causing Rory to grin.
*****
Later that night, Rory sat on her bed, going through the papers she needed for tomorrow, one causing her more grief. The name, the name was insanely familiar, but for some reason she just couldnt place it.
"Tristan DuGrey," She said aloud, her mind reeling. Who was he?
Chilton.
Tristan.
Mary.
Party.
Piano.
Kiss.
Military School.
"Oh God," Rory wailed, falling backwards on her bed.
******
And there we have it. Chapter Three is complete. Short, yes, I know. Im thinking one more Tristan chapter and then *BAM* reunited. But not without some kind of conflict, of course. I dunno, lemme know what you think. Thanks :)
*~* Shay *~*
Feedback : Thank you peoples, for all your kind words. Im kind of on a roll with this story yesterday/today, so we might have a few chapters today (no promises though).. Umm, so yeah anyway, keep reviewing. You make my life worth living (hmm..) Or something to that effect.
A/N : Im still sick, so my mind isnt functioning correctly when it comes to grammar and spelling, so please try to ignore what you can. I'll try my hardest to make it readable. 'K, nuff of that. On with the story!
Chapter 03
"Clint Moore," Rory murmured, typing the name in the search box on her computer. She had less than twenty-four hours to gather information on the five guys they were set to interview tomorrow and it wasn't as easy as she had thought when she agreed to take the task upon herself. A book suddenly flew off the shelf in her room as the front door slammed.
"RRROOORRRRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYY" Came her irritated mothers voice.
"In here," Rory called, her nose still buried in the information she was collecting.
Lorelai came bounding down the hall and into her room. "My life is hell," she stated dramatically.
Rory nodded, not looking up from her work. "Thats nice."
"Hey, whatcha doing?" Lorelai asked, forgetting about her troubles momentarily as she watched over Rory's shoulder.
"Work," she mumbled unhappily.
"Work?!" Lorelai exclaimed, plopping down on the floor next to her daughters desk. "Have I taught you nothing? Play than work. Come on, come play with me, I need to relieve my mind of my horrible day."
Rory finally glanced over at her mother, a small smile playing with the corners of her mouth. "Why don't you go play with Luke?" She teased, still finding humor in the fact it had taken her mother so many years to realize how she felt about him. The pair had just started dating two months earlier.
Lorelai rolled her eyes. "That evil little man refused me coffee. He won't even cave in anymore! Oh the horrors of dating."
Rory chuckled, turning back to her computer. "I'm sure you can find someone to accompany you in your many weird games. I have research to do."
"Work, work, work, thats all you ever do anymore. I thought once you came home from college we'd be buddies again, do things like we used to. But no, you've always got your nose glued to that thing. Come on, Rorrrryyyyy, I wanna plaaaaay," Lorelai whined, tugging on Rory's pant leg.
"If I throw a bone, will you chase after it?" Rory asked.
Lorelai frowned. "You're mean. Go back to Harvard, we don't need your kind here."
Rory looked over at her, smirking playfully. "Okay, I'll be gone tomorrow."
Panic spread across Lorelai's face. "No, I didn't mean it! Stay, stay, staaay."
"Overdramatic much? You're not going to be able to get rid of me that easily," Rory replied, saving her work and turning the computer off. "Where to?"
Lorelai jumped up, clapping her hands together excitedly. "Monopoly!"
Rory groaned. Monopoly had become her mothers latest obsession, and she had been forced to play more than once everyday for the past two weeks. "Do we have too?"
"You're just mad that you can never beat me." Lorelai said, sticking her tongue out.
"Hey, I resent that! I beat you once.. or twice," Rory protested.
Giggling, Lorelai headed in the direction of the living room. "I've got the dog!"
*****
"I thought you got all your research done for your article?" Lorelai asked, filling Rory's coffee cup up again and pulling a chair up next to the desk.
Rory took a deep gulp of the warm liquid and sighed contently. "I did. But Mike decided today that he wanted me to do next months cover story instead."
Frowning, Lorelai leaned over to get a better look at the paper Rory was working off of. "Hartfords 25 Most Eligible Bachelors? " She asked, a grin erasing the prior frown. "Say," she began again, after a few moments of silence. "Do you need a partner? I'd be more than willing to lend an extra hand, you know..."
"Already got one," Rory answered. "Besides, knowing you, you wouldn't be much help. Too busy ogling the interviewees."
"I don't ogle!" Lorelai objected.
Rory rolled her eyes and turned to her. "You so do ogle."
"I do not! Maybe I did once a long time ago, but that could hardly be considered ogling!"
"And what would you call what you were doing to Luke at the diner earlier? Really, I'd be interested in knowing what the name for that is." Rory teased.
Lorelai stood up huffily. "Staring intently. I do not ogle."
Rory nodded her head, in mock agreement. "Okay, Mom. You don't ogle."
Smiling triumphantly, Lorelai turned to leave. "Thats what I thought." She said before exiting the room.
"... And I'm the Queen of Hartford," Rory mumbled to herself.
"I heard that!" Lorelai yelled from the kitchen, causing Rory to grin.
*****
Later that night, Rory sat on her bed, going through the papers she needed for tomorrow, one causing her more grief. The name, the name was insanely familiar, but for some reason she just couldnt place it.
"Tristan DuGrey," She said aloud, her mind reeling. Who was he?
Chilton.
Tristan.
Mary.
Party.
Piano.
Kiss.
Military School.
"Oh God," Rory wailed, falling backwards on her bed.
******
And there we have it. Chapter Three is complete. Short, yes, I know. Im thinking one more Tristan chapter and then *BAM* reunited. But not without some kind of conflict, of course. I dunno, lemme know what you think. Thanks :)
*~* Shay *~*