Darling Readers:
I must apologize for keeping you waiting so long for chapter 6. The reviews are wonderful, and I would thank you all individually, but I might forget someone and then you would spread rumors about me, and I would loose my image and my apartment and that would be a bad thing. Incidentally, the spelling of 'Loralie' wasn't intentional, and I'll spell it 'Lorelai' from now on.
I think you guys are going to like the rest. Tristan and Rory look into the other's soul, Luke and Lorelai discuss cake...I'm going to stop before I give away the rest of the story.
Keep reviewing and I'll do the same.
--authors_anonymous
p.s. Jess went out into the sun yesterday without sunscreen and now he has a burn all over his face and shoulders. He's not too happy.
p.p.s. Notice the time changes. TV land amazes me.
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Rory woke up to the sound of the birds chirping. She quickly got out of bed and looked out the window. 'Hmmm...that's strange,' thought Rory, 'all the water's gone!'. She didn't have long to ponder this however, when she looked at the clock.
"Mom!" yelled Rory, dashing out of her room.
"What?" asked Lorelai (spelt right for the first time in this sorry excuse for a story), coming down the stairs looking disheveled.
"Why didn't you wake me up? I'm going to be late!" yelled Rory. Lorelai remained unperturbed.
"Ror, don't worry. You can borrow the car. Now, go get dressed, and I'll make some pop-tarts." Without replying, Rory dashed into her room and got dressed in record time. She pulled her hair back into a hasty ponytail, grabbed her backpack, and took her nutritious breakfast out to the car.
"Mom!" yelled Rory, panicked.
"What is it?" asked Lorelai.
"That car won't start!"
"Did you put in the key?"
"Yes..."
"Did you turn it?"
"Yes..."
"I'll have it looked into this afternoon." said Lorelai, puzzled.
"Mom, I have school and I missed my bus!" said Rory, clearly getting upset.
"Uh, well..." said Lorelai, also beginning to panic. "Don't worry...it's a first time offence...you're a good student..."
"Mom, I don't want to die..." said Rory, sobbing. Last week three girls had been locked in a room made of poisonous chocolate for being late. Needless to say, they had very nice funerals. Lorelai looked up at the sound of a door slamming. She disentangled herself from Rory and began walking towards the house.
"Mom?" called Rory, weakly afterwards.
"Don't worry, it'll be okay" said Tristan, wrapping his arms around her. In one fluid motion, he picked up Rory, her backpack, and her breakfast, and carried her to his car. After securing her in the back seat, he pulled out of the driveway and drove (much faster than the speed limit) to Chilton.
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Since this morning's little escapade, Tristan hadn't said so much as a word to Rory. She had tried to thank him, but he brushed her off neatly, and was soon surrounded by a group of giggling girls. She felt slightly jealous, but resolved to banish him from her thoughts until a more convenient time. Unfortunately, some resolutions are harder than others to keep.
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Rory was standing in the lunch line when she heard some shouting behind her. As nonchalantly as she could manage, she peeked over her shoulder and was very surprised to see Tristan and one of his nameless friends bullying a younger boy. She was considering whether or not to intervene, but the lunch monitor was quicker in deciding than she was. She swooped down and rapped both boys on the head smartly with her gold-studded whip. Instantly, they both turned around and smiled. Rory strained to hear what they were saying, but was interrupted by a rude voice.
"Are you going to take that pudding?" asked Paris, while looking loathingly at Rory.
"Oh, no, uh...go right ahead." said Rory, startled.
"Oh really? Thanks!" said Paris sweetly.
Rory watched her in disbelief as she walked away. She had recently noticed that Paris was very moody. Sometimes she despised Rory, other times she was aghast at how suddenly they had become best friends. It's not that she didn't want to be friends with her, it was just...well, who wants to be friends with a macaroni-loving freak? Rory found a seat were she could be alone and undisturbed for the remained of her lunch period.
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Rory couldn't take it. She dropped her tray in the trashcan and bolted. There was a rumor going around that she, the sweet innocent girl that she was, had pushed Paris, her nemesis, down the stairs. Amazingly, the entire school knew about it, and supposedly, she was a quiet girl who no one knew. She could just imagine the chaos inside the cafeteria, where the entire student body (of more than 600 students) were currently eating their lunches. Rory began running, blinded by her tears of sorrow and humiliation. She was sobbing when a pair of strong arms closed around her and the body attached began to murmur comforting words.
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Meanwhile, back at the Inn, Lorelai had decided that she had had enough working for one morning. She put on her coat, said goodbye to Sookie and told Michel not to join a vampire cult before heading out the door to Luke's.
"Hey" his gruff but manly voice greeter her. The diner was surprisingly empty [author's interruption: perfect for heart to heart confrontations and...other things...].
"Luke, just the man I wanted to see" said Lorelai, sitting down on a stool.
"I work here. You come here about 48 times a day. Sometimes more if it's raining. What could you possibly need to see my about?"
"Oh...I dunno. Entertain me!" said Lorelai brightly.
"If you want table dances you should have looked for Kirk" said Luke, smirking.
"Oh, I bet you could do a better table dance than Kirk. You've had more practice!"
Luke rolled his eyes and started to cut a piece of cake.
"Hold on Mister" said Lorelai, shocked and dismayed. "You don't eat cake... And since I'm conveniently the only person in the diner at this time...that means..." Lorelai jumped up and pointed her finger at him accusingly. "You lied to me! All these years! You're a chocohol--"
Luke cut her off. "It's for you."
"Oh. Okay." Lorelai sat down again and reached for the plate as Luke was passing it to her.
Then, something extraordinary happened.
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"Thank you for listening" said Rory meekly.
"That's what I'm here for dear," said headmaster Charleston, smiling. He patted her head and walked away, a bounce in his step. Rory looked at her watch. There was still time before the period started. Rory was walking slowly to her locker when she heard voices in the office.
"...and you think about what you've done!" said a male voice, before the owner strode out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Rory watched after him and when he had disappeared round the corner, she opened the door a crack.
Inside, Tristan sat in a chair, sobbing into his hands.
"Tristan!" said Rory, and strode into the room. He looked up briefly. "Oh Tristan, don't cry!" said Rory, as nurturing as she knew how. Unfortunately, this just made him cry harder. Doing what she thought best, she wrapped her arms around his shaking figure and nuzzled her face into his hair.
A few minutes later, he stopped crying and looked up. "Thank you" he said, and blew his nose on her cardigan.
"No, thank you." Rory replied.
"What for?"
"I have no idea. It seemed like the thing to say at the time" Rory said, a smile nudging at the corners of her mouth.
Tristan gazed into her eyes...
Rory gazed into his eyes...
Their eyes were practically boring into the others head...
Tristan thought he could see Rory's soul...
Rory thought she could see Tristan's highlights...
Their heads moved closer hesitantly...
Tristan wished she knew that he was a good-guy at heart...
Rory wished that she knew that he was a good-guy at heart (except she had an unexplained fondness for motorcycles and fast red cars...?)...
Their wishes were interspersed...
Tristan bit his lip...
Rory's breathing quickened...
Their heads moved closer...
Tristan looked into her eyes...
Rory looked into his eyes...
The bell rang, and both jumped back. Rory coloured immediately and Tristan looked around, nonchalant.
"So, uh...so you after school, right?" asked Rory
"Yeah."
"So...okay." said Rory, and fled.
Tristan looked after her thoughtfully, his scheming mind at work.
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I must apologize for keeping you waiting so long for chapter 6. The reviews are wonderful, and I would thank you all individually, but I might forget someone and then you would spread rumors about me, and I would loose my image and my apartment and that would be a bad thing. Incidentally, the spelling of 'Loralie' wasn't intentional, and I'll spell it 'Lorelai' from now on.
I think you guys are going to like the rest. Tristan and Rory look into the other's soul, Luke and Lorelai discuss cake...I'm going to stop before I give away the rest of the story.
Keep reviewing and I'll do the same.
--authors_anonymous
p.s. Jess went out into the sun yesterday without sunscreen and now he has a burn all over his face and shoulders. He's not too happy.
p.p.s. Notice the time changes. TV land amazes me.
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Rory woke up to the sound of the birds chirping. She quickly got out of bed and looked out the window. 'Hmmm...that's strange,' thought Rory, 'all the water's gone!'. She didn't have long to ponder this however, when she looked at the clock.
"Mom!" yelled Rory, dashing out of her room.
"What?" asked Lorelai (spelt right for the first time in this sorry excuse for a story), coming down the stairs looking disheveled.
"Why didn't you wake me up? I'm going to be late!" yelled Rory. Lorelai remained unperturbed.
"Ror, don't worry. You can borrow the car. Now, go get dressed, and I'll make some pop-tarts." Without replying, Rory dashed into her room and got dressed in record time. She pulled her hair back into a hasty ponytail, grabbed her backpack, and took her nutritious breakfast out to the car.
"Mom!" yelled Rory, panicked.
"What is it?" asked Lorelai.
"That car won't start!"
"Did you put in the key?"
"Yes..."
"Did you turn it?"
"Yes..."
"I'll have it looked into this afternoon." said Lorelai, puzzled.
"Mom, I have school and I missed my bus!" said Rory, clearly getting upset.
"Uh, well..." said Lorelai, also beginning to panic. "Don't worry...it's a first time offence...you're a good student..."
"Mom, I don't want to die..." said Rory, sobbing. Last week three girls had been locked in a room made of poisonous chocolate for being late. Needless to say, they had very nice funerals. Lorelai looked up at the sound of a door slamming. She disentangled herself from Rory and began walking towards the house.
"Mom?" called Rory, weakly afterwards.
"Don't worry, it'll be okay" said Tristan, wrapping his arms around her. In one fluid motion, he picked up Rory, her backpack, and her breakfast, and carried her to his car. After securing her in the back seat, he pulled out of the driveway and drove (much faster than the speed limit) to Chilton.
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Since this morning's little escapade, Tristan hadn't said so much as a word to Rory. She had tried to thank him, but he brushed her off neatly, and was soon surrounded by a group of giggling girls. She felt slightly jealous, but resolved to banish him from her thoughts until a more convenient time. Unfortunately, some resolutions are harder than others to keep.
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Rory was standing in the lunch line when she heard some shouting behind her. As nonchalantly as she could manage, she peeked over her shoulder and was very surprised to see Tristan and one of his nameless friends bullying a younger boy. She was considering whether or not to intervene, but the lunch monitor was quicker in deciding than she was. She swooped down and rapped both boys on the head smartly with her gold-studded whip. Instantly, they both turned around and smiled. Rory strained to hear what they were saying, but was interrupted by a rude voice.
"Are you going to take that pudding?" asked Paris, while looking loathingly at Rory.
"Oh, no, uh...go right ahead." said Rory, startled.
"Oh really? Thanks!" said Paris sweetly.
Rory watched her in disbelief as she walked away. She had recently noticed that Paris was very moody. Sometimes she despised Rory, other times she was aghast at how suddenly they had become best friends. It's not that she didn't want to be friends with her, it was just...well, who wants to be friends with a macaroni-loving freak? Rory found a seat were she could be alone and undisturbed for the remained of her lunch period.
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Rory couldn't take it. She dropped her tray in the trashcan and bolted. There was a rumor going around that she, the sweet innocent girl that she was, had pushed Paris, her nemesis, down the stairs. Amazingly, the entire school knew about it, and supposedly, she was a quiet girl who no one knew. She could just imagine the chaos inside the cafeteria, where the entire student body (of more than 600 students) were currently eating their lunches. Rory began running, blinded by her tears of sorrow and humiliation. She was sobbing when a pair of strong arms closed around her and the body attached began to murmur comforting words.
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Meanwhile, back at the Inn, Lorelai had decided that she had had enough working for one morning. She put on her coat, said goodbye to Sookie and told Michel not to join a vampire cult before heading out the door to Luke's.
"Hey" his gruff but manly voice greeter her. The diner was surprisingly empty [author's interruption: perfect for heart to heart confrontations and...other things...].
"Luke, just the man I wanted to see" said Lorelai, sitting down on a stool.
"I work here. You come here about 48 times a day. Sometimes more if it's raining. What could you possibly need to see my about?"
"Oh...I dunno. Entertain me!" said Lorelai brightly.
"If you want table dances you should have looked for Kirk" said Luke, smirking.
"Oh, I bet you could do a better table dance than Kirk. You've had more practice!"
Luke rolled his eyes and started to cut a piece of cake.
"Hold on Mister" said Lorelai, shocked and dismayed. "You don't eat cake... And since I'm conveniently the only person in the diner at this time...that means..." Lorelai jumped up and pointed her finger at him accusingly. "You lied to me! All these years! You're a chocohol--"
Luke cut her off. "It's for you."
"Oh. Okay." Lorelai sat down again and reached for the plate as Luke was passing it to her.
Then, something extraordinary happened.
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"Thank you for listening" said Rory meekly.
"That's what I'm here for dear," said headmaster Charleston, smiling. He patted her head and walked away, a bounce in his step. Rory looked at her watch. There was still time before the period started. Rory was walking slowly to her locker when she heard voices in the office.
"...and you think about what you've done!" said a male voice, before the owner strode out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Rory watched after him and when he had disappeared round the corner, she opened the door a crack.
Inside, Tristan sat in a chair, sobbing into his hands.
"Tristan!" said Rory, and strode into the room. He looked up briefly. "Oh Tristan, don't cry!" said Rory, as nurturing as she knew how. Unfortunately, this just made him cry harder. Doing what she thought best, she wrapped her arms around his shaking figure and nuzzled her face into his hair.
A few minutes later, he stopped crying and looked up. "Thank you" he said, and blew his nose on her cardigan.
"No, thank you." Rory replied.
"What for?"
"I have no idea. It seemed like the thing to say at the time" Rory said, a smile nudging at the corners of her mouth.
Tristan gazed into her eyes...
Rory gazed into his eyes...
Their eyes were practically boring into the others head...
Tristan thought he could see Rory's soul...
Rory thought she could see Tristan's highlights...
Their heads moved closer hesitantly...
Tristan wished she knew that he was a good-guy at heart...
Rory wished that she knew that he was a good-guy at heart (except she had an unexplained fondness for motorcycles and fast red cars...?)...
Their wishes were interspersed...
Tristan bit his lip...
Rory's breathing quickened...
Their heads moved closer...
Tristan looked into her eyes...
Rory looked into his eyes...
The bell rang, and both jumped back. Rory coloured immediately and Tristan looked around, nonchalant.
"So, uh...so you after school, right?" asked Rory
"Yeah."
"So...okay." said Rory, and fled.
Tristan looked after her thoughtfully, his scheming mind at work.
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