Chapter 15
To my incredible readers:
Wow, 15 chapters! That's more than I thought I'd write! I don't think I'm done yet either. I hope you're enjoying it, and I'm not just writing this and no one is reading it. But I'm having fun, and it's a good place for people to rant. And rants are encouraged. I've found that most people are much friendlier after they rant than before. At the time of writing this I have 91 reviews. That's pretty good, if I say so myself. Could we make it 100? It's always good to have encouragement, and right now I'm not really feeling the love. But that's enough about me. Let's talk about the story. In this chapter, there's a special appearance from Tristan's parents, Luke and your favorite geek: Kirk! I love this story :)
That's it. I'm done ranting. I love you guys!
--authors-anonymous
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To the reviewer who blessed me with this:
this is amazinglie gay
it's spelt "amazingly" and there's this wonderful little invention called the 'back' button, and if you didn't enjoy the first 13 parts, there was no need to read the 14th and then be irritating. Humph.
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[AN: Sorry, I had to that]
p.s. Jess told me to tell you that he's coming back for a visit soon- you know, just to spice things up!
Now, without further ado- Chapter 15
Tristan didn't leave Rory that night. When the two woke up the next morning, Lorelai was already eating her third pop tart and reading the paper. Tristan and Rory looked guiltily at each other when they both exited her room at the same time and walked into the kitchen.
"So I guess you didn't find the couch comfortable enough?" asked Lorelai, looking pointedly at Tristan.
"No! I mean..." he started and then stopped at the look on Lorelai's face.
"Would you like some coffee?" asked Rory, who had anticipated his answer and already poured him a cup. Tristan took it and gulped it down, scalding his tongue and throat.
"Won't be able to use those for some time, now will ya?" teased Lorelai, when she noticed his discomforted look. "So, what are you two up to today?" asked Lorelai, after Tristan and Rory stopped blushing.
"Well..." Rory started, "oh my god! Tristan! The project!"
"With everything that's happened, we forgot!" he cried, and threw his hands up into the air dramatically.
"What are you going to do?" asked Lorelai, unaffected by their outburst.
"Come on!" cried Tristan, taking Rory's hand. "To my house!"
Without another word, the two dashed out the front door, leaving a very amused Lorelai in their wake.
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Lorelai finished her cup of coffee a few minutes later and decided to go to Luke's for some breakfast. [AN: No, three pop-tarts and about a quart of coffee weren't enough, strangely.] She walked over and sat at the counter a few seats away from Kirk. Then she thought better of it, and moved next to him.
"Hiya Kirk!" she said brightly, ignoring his startled look.
"Lorelai, hi. Uh, I wasn't stealing the sugar, I was..."
"Kirk, I have a question for you."
"Okay, shoot" Kirk said, relieved she hadn't spotted him pocketing the packets of sugar on the counter.
"What are you exactly?"
"What do you mean?" asked Kirk.
"Well, it seems you don't really have a trade."
"A trade?"
"You know, an occupation, a line of work, a profession, a livelihood, a career..."
"What about it?" asked Kirk defensively.
"Well, why?" asked Lorelai frankly. "I mean, you've worked at Doose's, the video store, the post office, as a transcriber, a server at that dinner at the Inn...I can't even count everything I've seen you do around here."
"Hmmm...I never thought about that!" said Kirk and got up to leave. "I've got some serious soul searching to do. Thanks!"
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"Lorelai, what can I get you?" asked Luke a few minutes after Kirk left.
"I dunno. I'm kinda feeling a bit like a burger and fries, but its only breakfast...what do you suggest?"
"Come back in two hours," responded Luke sarcastically.
"Yeah, like I'd survive the morning on coffee and pop-tarts!" she retorted.
"Then have a muffin. I've got work to do you know."
"Fine," replied Lorelai, huffily. "I'll have a chocolate banana muffin and coffee. And make it snappy!" she called to his retreating back.
When Lorelai had eaten her muffin and drunk a few cups of coffee, she decided to go to work. As she was leaving the diner, Luke cleared his throat loudly.
"What?" she asked, turning around.
"The bill..." he said, and shook it in front of her face.
"Hi, like I ever pay here anyway."
"Good point. See you in two hours."
Lorelai smiled and walked to the inn.
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Meanwhile, Rory and Tristan had been working hurriedly on finishing their project that both had mysteriously forgotten about. Rory was writing the 30000-word essay and Tristan was ordering chocolate from Belgium for the sculpture.
[AN: if you don't remember what the project was, read chapter 5 again. I had to...isn't the embarrassing?]
"How are you doing?" asked Tristan, much later that afternoon when Rory put down her pen and put her head in her hands.
"Uchhhhh..." was her only reply.
"Good to know. I'll be back in about half an hour. I have to pick up the chocolate."
"Don't forget about the offset spatulas!" called Rory behind him.
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"Tristan, darling-" Mr. and Mrs. Dugrey started, walking into his room. "Who are you?"
"Oh," said Rory, startled, and stood up shakily. "I'm Rory. Rory Gilmore." Rory said, extending her hand.
"Where's Tristan?" demanded his mother, ignoring her outstretched hand and her look of dismay.
"He had to pick up some supplies for our project...for school...Chilton..." she babbled, as his parents looked at her with dislike.
"Gilmore..." Mrs. Dugrey mused, cackling evilly, "Emily's daughter?"
"No, I'm her grand-daughter."
"Emily Gilmore had a grand-daughter?" asked Mr. Dugrey curiously.
"Lorelai's daughter. Now that makes you a bastard doesn't it?" Mrs. Dugrey smiled.
Rory's eyes filled up with tears, and her lip trembled. Both of Tristan's parents began to laugh, and didn't stop for several minutes. Every time it seemed time for them to stop, they just started again, more menacingly. Rory refused to let herself cry, but they were being so damn mean!
"What the hell is going on in here?" cried Tristan as he ran to Rory's aid.
"Son, I thought you had better taste!" Mr. Dugrey chucked.
"What?"
"Not only...not only is she a bastard..." Mrs. Dugrey could hardly talk for laughing so hard, "not...only a bastard...but a...slut!" she spat out the word, and both of the elders burst out laughing again.
"I don't appreciate you mocking my friends!" Tristan said angrily, shaking his fist at his parents, who were only moments away from falling on the floor.
"Don't talk to us like that!" said Mr. Dugrey, suddenly becoming angry. "We are your parents, and we can do what ever we damn well like!"
"Well I don't have to live with it!" yelled Tristan and took Rory's hand in his. "We're leaving!"
Together Tristan and Rory gathered a few essential items and the cow essay, leaving the Dugrey parents standing in his bedroom, eyeing each other with undisguised intent.
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To my incredible readers:
Wow, 15 chapters! That's more than I thought I'd write! I don't think I'm done yet either. I hope you're enjoying it, and I'm not just writing this and no one is reading it. But I'm having fun, and it's a good place for people to rant. And rants are encouraged. I've found that most people are much friendlier after they rant than before. At the time of writing this I have 91 reviews. That's pretty good, if I say so myself. Could we make it 100? It's always good to have encouragement, and right now I'm not really feeling the love. But that's enough about me. Let's talk about the story. In this chapter, there's a special appearance from Tristan's parents, Luke and your favorite geek: Kirk! I love this story :)
That's it. I'm done ranting. I love you guys!
--authors-anonymous
--------------------------------
To the reviewer who blessed me with this:
this is amazinglie gay
it's spelt "amazingly" and there's this wonderful little invention called the 'back' button, and if you didn't enjoy the first 13 parts, there was no need to read the 14th and then be irritating. Humph.
--------------------------------
[AN: Sorry, I had to that]
p.s. Jess told me to tell you that he's coming back for a visit soon- you know, just to spice things up!
Now, without further ado- Chapter 15
Tristan didn't leave Rory that night. When the two woke up the next morning, Lorelai was already eating her third pop tart and reading the paper. Tristan and Rory looked guiltily at each other when they both exited her room at the same time and walked into the kitchen.
"So I guess you didn't find the couch comfortable enough?" asked Lorelai, looking pointedly at Tristan.
"No! I mean..." he started and then stopped at the look on Lorelai's face.
"Would you like some coffee?" asked Rory, who had anticipated his answer and already poured him a cup. Tristan took it and gulped it down, scalding his tongue and throat.
"Won't be able to use those for some time, now will ya?" teased Lorelai, when she noticed his discomforted look. "So, what are you two up to today?" asked Lorelai, after Tristan and Rory stopped blushing.
"Well..." Rory started, "oh my god! Tristan! The project!"
"With everything that's happened, we forgot!" he cried, and threw his hands up into the air dramatically.
"What are you going to do?" asked Lorelai, unaffected by their outburst.
"Come on!" cried Tristan, taking Rory's hand. "To my house!"
Without another word, the two dashed out the front door, leaving a very amused Lorelai in their wake.
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Lorelai finished her cup of coffee a few minutes later and decided to go to Luke's for some breakfast. [AN: No, three pop-tarts and about a quart of coffee weren't enough, strangely.] She walked over and sat at the counter a few seats away from Kirk. Then she thought better of it, and moved next to him.
"Hiya Kirk!" she said brightly, ignoring his startled look.
"Lorelai, hi. Uh, I wasn't stealing the sugar, I was..."
"Kirk, I have a question for you."
"Okay, shoot" Kirk said, relieved she hadn't spotted him pocketing the packets of sugar on the counter.
"What are you exactly?"
"What do you mean?" asked Kirk.
"Well, it seems you don't really have a trade."
"A trade?"
"You know, an occupation, a line of work, a profession, a livelihood, a career..."
"What about it?" asked Kirk defensively.
"Well, why?" asked Lorelai frankly. "I mean, you've worked at Doose's, the video store, the post office, as a transcriber, a server at that dinner at the Inn...I can't even count everything I've seen you do around here."
"Hmmm...I never thought about that!" said Kirk and got up to leave. "I've got some serious soul searching to do. Thanks!"
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"Lorelai, what can I get you?" asked Luke a few minutes after Kirk left.
"I dunno. I'm kinda feeling a bit like a burger and fries, but its only breakfast...what do you suggest?"
"Come back in two hours," responded Luke sarcastically.
"Yeah, like I'd survive the morning on coffee and pop-tarts!" she retorted.
"Then have a muffin. I've got work to do you know."
"Fine," replied Lorelai, huffily. "I'll have a chocolate banana muffin and coffee. And make it snappy!" she called to his retreating back.
When Lorelai had eaten her muffin and drunk a few cups of coffee, she decided to go to work. As she was leaving the diner, Luke cleared his throat loudly.
"What?" she asked, turning around.
"The bill..." he said, and shook it in front of her face.
"Hi, like I ever pay here anyway."
"Good point. See you in two hours."
Lorelai smiled and walked to the inn.
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Meanwhile, Rory and Tristan had been working hurriedly on finishing their project that both had mysteriously forgotten about. Rory was writing the 30000-word essay and Tristan was ordering chocolate from Belgium for the sculpture.
[AN: if you don't remember what the project was, read chapter 5 again. I had to...isn't the embarrassing?]
"How are you doing?" asked Tristan, much later that afternoon when Rory put down her pen and put her head in her hands.
"Uchhhhh..." was her only reply.
"Good to know. I'll be back in about half an hour. I have to pick up the chocolate."
"Don't forget about the offset spatulas!" called Rory behind him.
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"Tristan, darling-" Mr. and Mrs. Dugrey started, walking into his room. "Who are you?"
"Oh," said Rory, startled, and stood up shakily. "I'm Rory. Rory Gilmore." Rory said, extending her hand.
"Where's Tristan?" demanded his mother, ignoring her outstretched hand and her look of dismay.
"He had to pick up some supplies for our project...for school...Chilton..." she babbled, as his parents looked at her with dislike.
"Gilmore..." Mrs. Dugrey mused, cackling evilly, "Emily's daughter?"
"No, I'm her grand-daughter."
"Emily Gilmore had a grand-daughter?" asked Mr. Dugrey curiously.
"Lorelai's daughter. Now that makes you a bastard doesn't it?" Mrs. Dugrey smiled.
Rory's eyes filled up with tears, and her lip trembled. Both of Tristan's parents began to laugh, and didn't stop for several minutes. Every time it seemed time for them to stop, they just started again, more menacingly. Rory refused to let herself cry, but they were being so damn mean!
"What the hell is going on in here?" cried Tristan as he ran to Rory's aid.
"Son, I thought you had better taste!" Mr. Dugrey chucked.
"What?"
"Not only...not only is she a bastard..." Mrs. Dugrey could hardly talk for laughing so hard, "not...only a bastard...but a...slut!" she spat out the word, and both of the elders burst out laughing again.
"I don't appreciate you mocking my friends!" Tristan said angrily, shaking his fist at his parents, who were only moments away from falling on the floor.
"Don't talk to us like that!" said Mr. Dugrey, suddenly becoming angry. "We are your parents, and we can do what ever we damn well like!"
"Well I don't have to live with it!" yelled Tristan and took Rory's hand in his. "We're leaving!"
Together Tristan and Rory gathered a few essential items and the cow essay, leaving the Dugrey parents standing in his bedroom, eyeing each other with undisguised intent.
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