To my loyal readers: Thank you for the reviews. They make me feel warm and
fuzzy inside. This is the third chapter (pretty amazing, since I only
started the story on Saturday night.) Whatever people may say, reviews are
manipulating. So, keep up the good work, and I'll do the same. Now, this
I'm not sure how many people understood my reference to the episode when
Lorelai has to work at the diner to help Luke, but that's where
'shortfatbaldingmanwithgravel' came from. I think it was inspired. Maybe
it's just me. To refresh your memory [and what I like to call "the three
n's"]: a) no suing, b)no copyright infringements c)no offence intended
--author's anonymous
p.s. don't worry about Jess, he's having the time of his life
p.p.s. maybe it's just me, but I don't know how great this chapter is.
p.p.p.s. I know it's taking a long time for the real essence of good story to come in, but if you stick around, you'll be glad.
p.p.p.p.s. now on to the story.
Rory stared up at the immense gargoyles on the Chilton building. They seemed to leer at her, and she felt her stomach roll over. 'Don't be silly' she chided herself, and pushed Tristan from her mind. Since the letter, she had been incredibly jumpy (remember that Stars Hollow had no time-what in reality was about half an hour last night before she fell asleep and about three minutes this morning when she actually bothered remembering-but nonetheless seemed to be an eternity).
Rory glanced up and down the corridor before venturing to her locker. She slipped her books in, and petted her hair nervously. After loitering for several minutes she sighed, took her thickest book, and went outside to sit on a bench and read before classes started. Rory looked blankly at the pages and sighed (again) before closing the book. She had been hoping to talk to Tristan before class. It was probably the only time she would be able to talk to him the entire year. Rory looked at her watch. Only eight o'clock. First bell only rang at twenty minutes past. Hopefully she thought 'maybe he'll come early'. Maybe.
Halfway through third period Tristan swaggered in. As usual (considering she had seen him once in this year) he looked amazing; tussled and rough edged with a 'guess who partied all night' look to him. Immediately Rory's apprehensions rolled away, only to be replaced by a new set a few minutes later. He took the seat behind her and opened the textbook randomly, humming as he did so.
"Good of you to join us, Mr. DuGrey" said [a teacher whose name doesn't really matter since we all know what's going to happen next anyways, and really, who cares about teachers]
"My car..."
"Yes, how is the [red/silver/black] [Rolls/Jaguar/Honda] doing Mr. DuGrey?"
"Would it help my case at all if there were dying chickens involved?"
"Detention Mr. DuGrey. See me after class."
The rest of the class passed as usual, until Tristan tapped Rory on the shoulder.
"Pst...Mary..."
"It's Rory." she hissed back, aware of his breath in her ear.
"Miss me?" he whispered suggestively.
"Sure did." she responded, still in a low whisper.
"Come on, do something!" he urged. She shot him a puzzled glance. "You know...to get detention with me! Do I really need to spell it out for you?" Rory proceeded to ignore him.
"Ditch class with me...pass me a note...table dance...don't pay attention...come on, I'm dying here," he said, his voice raising every syllable. "Fine, you don't want detention? Get in an abusive relationship...have a fight with your mother...run away from home...work in a seedy environment..." after carrying on this line for a few more minutes he gave up, but not before nibbling on her neck for a moment. Fortunately, neither the students nor the teacher had noticed. Well, except for one student...(AN: guess who?)
"Honey, I'm home!" shouted Lorelai that evening.
"Hey Mom, how was work?" asked Rory.
"Huh...well remember when I told you that Michel was acting foreign?" she asked, while pouring herself another cup of coffee. "Well, Sookie accidentally burnt down the Inn."
"But I walked past it an hour ago!" said Rory, shocked.
"Oh, that's the new Inn." said Lorelai smugly. "The whole town pitched in, and using our happy stars-hollow spirit, the Inn is as good as new, if not better."
"That's amazing!" said Rory, truly awed at her town...
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Author's Interruption: For the next 7304 words there was a description of the town's spirit, and exactly how everyone helped out, rebuilding the entire Inn in less than 12 hours. Remember, since there's no real time, it could have been twelve years, and no one would be any the wiser. Small town magic at it's finest.
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"....and that's how the Inn was rebuilt!" said Lorelai happily.
"Wow, look at the time! And I haven't even done my homework!" said Rory.
"Oh! Let's talk about Tristan!" Lorelai suggested.
"Nothing to say..." said Rory, rubbing her neck self-consciously.
"Hmmm..." said Lorelai knowingly. "Is it time for me to be a great long distance mother?"
"What?"
"Come on Rory, don't act coy. This might be a G show, but that could change!"
"Eww, gross!"
"If you need me to be out of the house for hours on end, just say the word. When you have to work at his house after school, I can phone you to tell you to stay overnight. I can drug your coffee with sleeping powder so you can barely keep your eyes open, which cleverly maneuvers him into taking you home with him. I can be unavailable after you get attacked by overprotective boyfriends who want to get in your pants, I can have emergencies when he's visiting you, and I can beg him to stay, either to take care of you or because he might get hurt. I can teach you how to show signs of a terminal illness. I can have private talks with him, telling him that you have always liked him, but don't have the courage to tell him. I can turn a blind eye on swollen lips and strange neck marks. I can even sell you to the highest bidder at the next auction day. I mean, come on, he's loaded."
"I don't think that'll be necessary, but I'll keep it in mind," said Rory, rolling her eyes.
"So, did you talk to him today?"
"I went before school, but he wasn't there" Rory admitted, "but he did try to coax me into getting detention with him during third block."
"Before school? He's not a preppy! You honestly thought he would go to school early?" asked Lorelai, shocked at her daughter's stupidity. "Well, how was detention?"
"Mom! I'm not going to give in that easily!" said Rory.
"It's going to happen eventually," Lorelai said knowingly.
"But I need to wait...if I give in now, the story will be over before the author has even had a chance to knock half the stories inconsistencies!"
Lorelai smiled at her daughter. She had learned well.
--author's anonymous
p.s. don't worry about Jess, he's having the time of his life
p.p.s. maybe it's just me, but I don't know how great this chapter is.
p.p.p.s. I know it's taking a long time for the real essence of good story to come in, but if you stick around, you'll be glad.
p.p.p.p.s. now on to the story.
Rory stared up at the immense gargoyles on the Chilton building. They seemed to leer at her, and she felt her stomach roll over. 'Don't be silly' she chided herself, and pushed Tristan from her mind. Since the letter, she had been incredibly jumpy (remember that Stars Hollow had no time-what in reality was about half an hour last night before she fell asleep and about three minutes this morning when she actually bothered remembering-but nonetheless seemed to be an eternity).
Rory glanced up and down the corridor before venturing to her locker. She slipped her books in, and petted her hair nervously. After loitering for several minutes she sighed, took her thickest book, and went outside to sit on a bench and read before classes started. Rory looked blankly at the pages and sighed (again) before closing the book. She had been hoping to talk to Tristan before class. It was probably the only time she would be able to talk to him the entire year. Rory looked at her watch. Only eight o'clock. First bell only rang at twenty minutes past. Hopefully she thought 'maybe he'll come early'. Maybe.
Halfway through third period Tristan swaggered in. As usual (considering she had seen him once in this year) he looked amazing; tussled and rough edged with a 'guess who partied all night' look to him. Immediately Rory's apprehensions rolled away, only to be replaced by a new set a few minutes later. He took the seat behind her and opened the textbook randomly, humming as he did so.
"Good of you to join us, Mr. DuGrey" said [a teacher whose name doesn't really matter since we all know what's going to happen next anyways, and really, who cares about teachers]
"My car..."
"Yes, how is the [red/silver/black] [Rolls/Jaguar/Honda] doing Mr. DuGrey?"
"Would it help my case at all if there were dying chickens involved?"
"Detention Mr. DuGrey. See me after class."
The rest of the class passed as usual, until Tristan tapped Rory on the shoulder.
"Pst...Mary..."
"It's Rory." she hissed back, aware of his breath in her ear.
"Miss me?" he whispered suggestively.
"Sure did." she responded, still in a low whisper.
"Come on, do something!" he urged. She shot him a puzzled glance. "You know...to get detention with me! Do I really need to spell it out for you?" Rory proceeded to ignore him.
"Ditch class with me...pass me a note...table dance...don't pay attention...come on, I'm dying here," he said, his voice raising every syllable. "Fine, you don't want detention? Get in an abusive relationship...have a fight with your mother...run away from home...work in a seedy environment..." after carrying on this line for a few more minutes he gave up, but not before nibbling on her neck for a moment. Fortunately, neither the students nor the teacher had noticed. Well, except for one student...(AN: guess who?)
"Honey, I'm home!" shouted Lorelai that evening.
"Hey Mom, how was work?" asked Rory.
"Huh...well remember when I told you that Michel was acting foreign?" she asked, while pouring herself another cup of coffee. "Well, Sookie accidentally burnt down the Inn."
"But I walked past it an hour ago!" said Rory, shocked.
"Oh, that's the new Inn." said Lorelai smugly. "The whole town pitched in, and using our happy stars-hollow spirit, the Inn is as good as new, if not better."
"That's amazing!" said Rory, truly awed at her town...
-----------------------------------------
Author's Interruption: For the next 7304 words there was a description of the town's spirit, and exactly how everyone helped out, rebuilding the entire Inn in less than 12 hours. Remember, since there's no real time, it could have been twelve years, and no one would be any the wiser. Small town magic at it's finest.
-----------------------------------------
"....and that's how the Inn was rebuilt!" said Lorelai happily.
"Wow, look at the time! And I haven't even done my homework!" said Rory.
"Oh! Let's talk about Tristan!" Lorelai suggested.
"Nothing to say..." said Rory, rubbing her neck self-consciously.
"Hmmm..." said Lorelai knowingly. "Is it time for me to be a great long distance mother?"
"What?"
"Come on Rory, don't act coy. This might be a G show, but that could change!"
"Eww, gross!"
"If you need me to be out of the house for hours on end, just say the word. When you have to work at his house after school, I can phone you to tell you to stay overnight. I can drug your coffee with sleeping powder so you can barely keep your eyes open, which cleverly maneuvers him into taking you home with him. I can be unavailable after you get attacked by overprotective boyfriends who want to get in your pants, I can have emergencies when he's visiting you, and I can beg him to stay, either to take care of you or because he might get hurt. I can teach you how to show signs of a terminal illness. I can have private talks with him, telling him that you have always liked him, but don't have the courage to tell him. I can turn a blind eye on swollen lips and strange neck marks. I can even sell you to the highest bidder at the next auction day. I mean, come on, he's loaded."
"I don't think that'll be necessary, but I'll keep it in mind," said Rory, rolling her eyes.
"So, did you talk to him today?"
"I went before school, but he wasn't there" Rory admitted, "but he did try to coax me into getting detention with him during third block."
"Before school? He's not a preppy! You honestly thought he would go to school early?" asked Lorelai, shocked at her daughter's stupidity. "Well, how was detention?"
"Mom! I'm not going to give in that easily!" said Rory.
"It's going to happen eventually," Lorelai said knowingly.
"But I need to wait...if I give in now, the story will be over before the author has even had a chance to knock half the stories inconsistencies!"
Lorelai smiled at her daughter. She had learned well.