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Authors Note : This chapter is a filler chapter. So was the last one. I apologize. But this is leading somewhere, I promise. You'll understand once you read this incredibly short (and pointless) chapter.





"I Cry Real Tears"
Part Three







I didn't know how to react. There's a line that had never entered my vocabulary until she entered my life. I mean, look at the situation. One day, one conversation and we're entering friendship-dom. Plans are made, later broken and I run, just to clear my head of it all and then I end up bringing her mother of all people home. God sure has a twisted way of bringing things together sometimes.



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Biting the inside of my mouth somewhat nervously, I followed the directions Lorelai tossed out until we were finally parked in front of the Gilmore residence. I sighed when I saw the black Mercedes parked in the driveway. Ryan was still there.

"Well, since you're here, you want to come in?" Lorelai asked, but frowned a second later. "You have to come in anyways. I can't carry that inside myself."

Shaking my head, I exited the car, my hands growing increasingly sweaty. Popping the trunk, the two of us grunted and groaned, finally managing to get it to the front door with minimal injuries and some choice words.

"ROOOOORRRRRRRRRRRY," Lorelai screeched.

A few seconds later the front door flew open. "Did you forget your keys aga - um, Tristan?" Rory exclaimed in confusion.

Shrugging, I helped Lorelai get the box into the living room before turning to Rory. "Hey," I smiled. Yeah, Im real smooth.

"What are you doing here?" She asked as Ryan came into the room.

"Fancy meeting you here, DuGrey," He smirked.

"Ryan," I managed civilly. "I was helping your mom," I said to Rory.

"I noticed. But what I haven't quite figured out is why you were helping her."

"Cuz Im an astoundingly nice guy?" I grinned and she rolled her eyes.

"Truth, please."

Lorelai stepped in then. "Well, see, the jeep broke down and I kind of ran into him at the gas station and bribed him into helping me with a hot steamy cup of Luke's goodness.."

All three pairs of eyes turned to look at her. "Luke's goodness?" Rory finally asked, raising an eyebrow.

A strange look came over her face. "Oh, teenagers these days. Perverted minds, I tell you. And here I thought my daughter was sweet and pure. Oh, woe is me," Lorelai cried, falling dramatically onto the couch. Applause and an over exaggerated bow followed.

"What is this thing, anyways?" I asked, tapping the box I had helped with.

Lorelai smiled evilly and shot a knowing look in response to Rory's questioning expression. "This, dear friends, is the future of all Gilmore Parties," she announced, ripping off the top of the box. Inside lay one of the most extensive karaoke systems I've ever laid eyes on.

"Wow," Rory breathed. "Luke is going to kill you."

"Nonsense, child. He will do my evil bidding and join in the festivities."

"Festivities?" I asked.

Lorelai nodded excitedly. "Yes! We're having our annual Spring Karaoke Party this weekend. Only this time we'll do it in style!"

"The whole town comes and we sing into the night. Of course theres a ton of alcohol involved and in the end, theres always three bald, fat men singing Britney Spears." Rory explained before shuddering. "Not a pretty sight."

All I could do was laugh. Yes, she was definitely odd. But thats what made her her."I see."

"Hey, you should come!" Lorelai suddenly exclaimed. "You, too," she shot to Ryan.

I glanced in Rory's direction and she gave a positive nod of the head. Smiling slightly, I agreed. "Sure, count me in."

"Ryan?" Rory asked.

"Um, I'll have to check my schedule," he said evasively. He must've seen the relieved look on my face because a second later he smiled at me. "On second thought, I'd love to."

"Great," Lorelai clapped her hands. "Be here Saturday, no earlier than six, no later than eight."

Oh, if only we had known what we were getting ourselves into..



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Up Next ...... Tristan takes the stage.... (very cliché sounding, but I promise its different from all the other "sing rory a love song" stories =D)


TBC...