Title: Friends 3/?
Author: Christen (purplehaysc@netscape.com)
Disclaimer: These Characters belong to Gilmore Girls except anyone you do not recognize.
Distribution: Take it, but let me know. If you have any of my other fics, go ahead.
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As Rory pulled up into her driveway, she saw Dean sitting in his truck waiting for her. She walked over to him and tapped on the window. He opened the door. "Hey you!"
She frowned. "Hi."
"What's wrong?"
"Tristan, what else?"
"You want me to go beat him up?" He said with a smile.
She laughed. "He's not worth, though I think I would like to see that."
"You are smiling, good. I'm not be able to beat him up but at least I can make you smile."
"At that's something you'll always be able to do. You know what I really wish you could do for me?"
"What? I'll do it."
"Take me from here so I do not have to go to the grandparents tonight."
"Sorry but your mother and grandparents would kill me if I tried."
She frowned. "You are such a wimp."
He got defensive. "I'm not!"
"I know even a rapid dog would probably be scared of them."
He laughed. "I would not be shocked."
She laughed too. "I'm sorry but I've got to go and get ready."
He gave her a kiss. "May the force be with you."
"She's crazy! She crazier then Lucy with a movie star." She was in the back yard pacing back and forth. "She had to come! Why did she have to come back? But of course no one will tell me. "I promised her that she would get to tell Sookie first…" She made a face imitating Max. "Why did he promise here that! How do the know each other! Why does she have to tell Sookie first!" She kicked the ground and her shoe fell off. "And now because of her my favorite shoe has wings!" She went over and picked it up. "She will pay! If it's last thing I do, she will pay!"
"Mom!" Rory yelled as she entered the house.
"She's next door." Sasha yelled back from the kitchen.
Rory made a weird face. She walked into the kitchen. She saw Sasha sitting at the table eating cheese out of a bag. "Sasha?"
She looked up. "Rory, long time no see."
"Not long enough, obviously."
"You are too much like your mother. Why can not you be more like Christopher?"
She gave her a look. "I guess because if I was like my father then I would have to see more of you."
She laughed. "You sure you and your mother do not share a brain?"
"Ok let's stop the banter and get to the point. I have had a bad day and I really do not feel like arguing with you right now. So what are you doing here?"
"I'm staying here. You mean your mother did not tell you. I guess she forget to call you and tell you." She smiled.
"Great! Just what I needed. Tell my mother I'm up in my room getting ready."
"Sure."