spoilers : Don't be paranoid. I won't tell anything.
pairing : literati ; b/t
disclaimer : What do you think I am, made of money? Of course I don't own the show.
author's note : This makes two chapters in one day. Be proud. (I know I am.) Why are you still reading this? Start with the story!!!
"You know, people that cut buses off in the street burn in hell." Becca said to the blonde.
"Well, you'll be right there next to me. Thanks to all those pranks you pull."
"Nuh uh. It's in alphabetical order."
"You really are something else."
"Yeah, I know." She said taking his arm. "Come on, I'll let you walk me to class."
"You'll let me? We have the same teacher first hour."
"Fine. I request your accompianment on the way to my class."
"Well, if you put it that way." Tristan smiled as Becca leaned in to him.
"I think I've found out a way to sleep standing up."
"The pillow thing is going to come up again, isn't it?"
"You betcha."
"So, are you going to the formal?"
"Not unless someone's asking."
"Was that a hint?"
"Maybe."
"Would you like to go with me?"
"Nope, sorry."
Tristan almost winced at the words. But when he looked, he found her smirking.
"Jeez, why so serious? You didn't think I was going to turn down a free dinner invite, did you?"
"Why didn't I think of that? I didn't even have to ask in advance. Could've just shown up in a suit and said, 'Becca, there's free food involved. Wanna come?' I'd give you about 5 seconds and you'd be out in the car, all done up and ready to go."
She playfully shoved him. "You know me too well."
~ * ~
The night of the dance came all too quickly for Rory and Becca. There wasn't enough time to ...
"Where's the hairspray? I can't leave without preparing my hair for the insane amounts of dancing I hope to do tonight!"
"LORELAI! SHUT UP! You're not going to the dance. Why do you need the hairspray?"
"I never said I was going to the dance."
Becca breathed out, "wow," was all she said under her breath.
An hour later, the two girls were *hit by their pretty sticks* and ready to go. The doorbell rang. It was Jess and Tristan.
"My, you two are looking snazzy," Lorelai said, giving them a once over.
Tristan rubbed his nails on his suit and blew on them, "Can't help the fact that I'm gorgeous."
"Can't help the fact that you had professional help," Becca retorted.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please take you places so we can start to use the film we bought," Lorelai said impatiently.
The group crowded on the stairs posing for the pictures while Lorelai proceeded to use up the five rolls of film she bought.
The doorbell rang. Lorelai opened it. Standing on the porch was a young man, one only Becca would recognize.
* { a/n : that only seemed like a good place to end it. Review please, and read the next chapter! } *
pairing : literati ; b/t
disclaimer : What do you think I am, made of money? Of course I don't own the show.
author's note : This makes two chapters in one day. Be proud. (I know I am.) Why are you still reading this? Start with the story!!!
"You know, people that cut buses off in the street burn in hell." Becca said to the blonde.
"Well, you'll be right there next to me. Thanks to all those pranks you pull."
"Nuh uh. It's in alphabetical order."
"You really are something else."
"Yeah, I know." She said taking his arm. "Come on, I'll let you walk me to class."
"You'll let me? We have the same teacher first hour."
"Fine. I request your accompianment on the way to my class."
"Well, if you put it that way." Tristan smiled as Becca leaned in to him.
"I think I've found out a way to sleep standing up."
"The pillow thing is going to come up again, isn't it?"
"You betcha."
"So, are you going to the formal?"
"Not unless someone's asking."
"Was that a hint?"
"Maybe."
"Would you like to go with me?"
"Nope, sorry."
Tristan almost winced at the words. But when he looked, he found her smirking.
"Jeez, why so serious? You didn't think I was going to turn down a free dinner invite, did you?"
"Why didn't I think of that? I didn't even have to ask in advance. Could've just shown up in a suit and said, 'Becca, there's free food involved. Wanna come?' I'd give you about 5 seconds and you'd be out in the car, all done up and ready to go."
She playfully shoved him. "You know me too well."
~ * ~
The night of the dance came all too quickly for Rory and Becca. There wasn't enough time to ...
"Where's the hairspray? I can't leave without preparing my hair for the insane amounts of dancing I hope to do tonight!"
"LORELAI! SHUT UP! You're not going to the dance. Why do you need the hairspray?"
"I never said I was going to the dance."
Becca breathed out, "wow," was all she said under her breath.
An hour later, the two girls were *hit by their pretty sticks* and ready to go. The doorbell rang. It was Jess and Tristan.
"My, you two are looking snazzy," Lorelai said, giving them a once over.
Tristan rubbed his nails on his suit and blew on them, "Can't help the fact that I'm gorgeous."
"Can't help the fact that you had professional help," Becca retorted.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please take you places so we can start to use the film we bought," Lorelai said impatiently.
The group crowded on the stairs posing for the pictures while Lorelai proceeded to use up the five rolls of film she bought.
The doorbell rang. Lorelai opened it. Standing on the porch was a young man, one only Becca would recognize.
* { a/n : that only seemed like a good place to end it. Review please, and read the next chapter! } *