To my favorite readers:
Thanks for the reviews and your patience. I know how annoying it is to have to wait a week (or more) between every installment. I keep trying to write in Lane and the elder Gilmore's, but when my muse tugs me in a different direction, who am I to deny it? I hope you liked meeting Mr. and Mrs. Dugrey. No one really writes them in that much, so I had a challenge. They were fun characters to include. If you've seen any of the Austin Powers movies you'll understand the laughing thing. I thought it was rather amusing, but I find pretty much everything amusing, so...
authors-anonymous
p.s. Jess is allergic to dairy, just like Paris. Now isn't that amusing?
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"God, Tristan, I'm so sorry," Rory said for the thirtieth time in the car ride back to Stars Hollow.
"Rory, it's not your fault!" Tristan replied for the thirtieth time in the car ride back to Stars Hollow.
"I can't help but feel guilty...if I wasn't there, you'd still be living at home..."
"Rory, listen to me." Tristan said, growing a bit impatient. "It's not your fault. My parents are screwed up people. Seriously. What right do they have to come into my room and start insulting you?"
Rory looked out the window without replying. What he was saying made sense, but she still couldn't shake the guilty feeling off her conscience.
It wasn't too soon when Tristan pulled up outside Rory's house. As Tristan set about lugging his huge suitcases out of the car and into her house, Rory ran up the stairs and straight into the living room.
"Mom! Mom! Come quick!" yelled Rory.
"Rory? What is it?" asked Lorelai, throwing down her magazine on the couch.
"Mom! Is it okay if Tristan lives with us?"
"What?"
"Is it okay if Tristan lives with us?"
"You want bible boy to live with us? Why?"
"His parents kicked him out...he kinda left...but...oh Mom! it's all my fault!"
"Slow down...you want bible boy to come and live with us? Do you realize how weird that is?"
"Why?"
"Well, if knowledge serves me, you hated him last year. I mean, you DISPISED him. And when he left, you cared WAY more than you should have. And then, for some god-forsaken reason, he came back from military school and BAM! here he is, about to live with us...it's just kinda weird, that's all..."
"Do you mean it?" asked Rory excitedly, "...he can stay with us?"
"Sure, why not!" smiled Lorelai, "I mean, we have an extra room and everything!"
"We do?" asked Rory, "...where?"
"Oh...up stairs..." Lorelai mumbled, as she realized, that it was quite strange for them to have an extra room, considering that Lorelai never threw anything away. "Tristan! Good news, you can stay!" Lorelai said, and hugged his one handedly, as she strove to change the pace of the conversation. "Why don't you take your stuff upstairs to the spare room- god, I love saying that- and then we'll go for dinner?"
"Sure, that would be great" Tristan replied, and began to lug his suitcase up.
After he had gone a few steps, Lorelai turned to Rory. "It'll be great having him here, don't you think?"
"Mom, he's not Dad...if anything, it will make this story even more complicated than it should be...I mean, aren't you going to be worried that I'll sneak up at night and ravage him?"
"No, of course not. (a), I trust you and I know you would never ever do anything like that, and (b) I know you couldn't, even if you wanted to, because there isn't an NC-17 option anymore."
[AN: which, by the way, sucks; the whole thing about writing is freedom, and if you're too young to read those, then you wouldn't unless you wanted to...right? okay, I'm done]
"Yeah, I guess you're right..."
"So..." Tristan said, when he walked down the stairs ten minutes later, "any thoughts on dinner?"
"Luke's" replied both the Gilmore's unanimously.
"What is it you guys have with that place?" asked Tristan as he pulled on his coat.
"No cockroaches," replied both the Gilmore's unanimously again.
"Hey, we're getting good at that!" said Lorelai as she pulled her hair into a ponytail and slung her purse over her shoulder.
"Indeed we are," answered Rory.
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Thanks for sticking with me! See you in Chapter 17.(dun dun dunnn.)
Thanks for the reviews and your patience. I know how annoying it is to have to wait a week (or more) between every installment. I keep trying to write in Lane and the elder Gilmore's, but when my muse tugs me in a different direction, who am I to deny it? I hope you liked meeting Mr. and Mrs. Dugrey. No one really writes them in that much, so I had a challenge. They were fun characters to include. If you've seen any of the Austin Powers movies you'll understand the laughing thing. I thought it was rather amusing, but I find pretty much everything amusing, so...
authors-anonymous
p.s. Jess is allergic to dairy, just like Paris. Now isn't that amusing?
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"God, Tristan, I'm so sorry," Rory said for the thirtieth time in the car ride back to Stars Hollow.
"Rory, it's not your fault!" Tristan replied for the thirtieth time in the car ride back to Stars Hollow.
"I can't help but feel guilty...if I wasn't there, you'd still be living at home..."
"Rory, listen to me." Tristan said, growing a bit impatient. "It's not your fault. My parents are screwed up people. Seriously. What right do they have to come into my room and start insulting you?"
Rory looked out the window without replying. What he was saying made sense, but she still couldn't shake the guilty feeling off her conscience.
It wasn't too soon when Tristan pulled up outside Rory's house. As Tristan set about lugging his huge suitcases out of the car and into her house, Rory ran up the stairs and straight into the living room.
"Mom! Mom! Come quick!" yelled Rory.
"Rory? What is it?" asked Lorelai, throwing down her magazine on the couch.
"Mom! Is it okay if Tristan lives with us?"
"What?"
"Is it okay if Tristan lives with us?"
"You want bible boy to live with us? Why?"
"His parents kicked him out...he kinda left...but...oh Mom! it's all my fault!"
"Slow down...you want bible boy to come and live with us? Do you realize how weird that is?"
"Why?"
"Well, if knowledge serves me, you hated him last year. I mean, you DISPISED him. And when he left, you cared WAY more than you should have. And then, for some god-forsaken reason, he came back from military school and BAM! here he is, about to live with us...it's just kinda weird, that's all..."
"Do you mean it?" asked Rory excitedly, "...he can stay with us?"
"Sure, why not!" smiled Lorelai, "I mean, we have an extra room and everything!"
"We do?" asked Rory, "...where?"
"Oh...up stairs..." Lorelai mumbled, as she realized, that it was quite strange for them to have an extra room, considering that Lorelai never threw anything away. "Tristan! Good news, you can stay!" Lorelai said, and hugged his one handedly, as she strove to change the pace of the conversation. "Why don't you take your stuff upstairs to the spare room- god, I love saying that- and then we'll go for dinner?"
"Sure, that would be great" Tristan replied, and began to lug his suitcase up.
After he had gone a few steps, Lorelai turned to Rory. "It'll be great having him here, don't you think?"
"Mom, he's not Dad...if anything, it will make this story even more complicated than it should be...I mean, aren't you going to be worried that I'll sneak up at night and ravage him?"
"No, of course not. (a), I trust you and I know you would never ever do anything like that, and (b) I know you couldn't, even if you wanted to, because there isn't an NC-17 option anymore."
[AN: which, by the way, sucks; the whole thing about writing is freedom, and if you're too young to read those, then you wouldn't unless you wanted to...right? okay, I'm done]
"Yeah, I guess you're right..."
"So..." Tristan said, when he walked down the stairs ten minutes later, "any thoughts on dinner?"
"Luke's" replied both the Gilmore's unanimously.
"What is it you guys have with that place?" asked Tristan as he pulled on his coat.
"No cockroaches," replied both the Gilmore's unanimously again.
"Hey, we're getting good at that!" said Lorelai as she pulled her hair into a ponytail and slung her purse over her shoulder.
"Indeed we are," answered Rory.
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Thanks for sticking with me! See you in Chapter 17.(dun dun dunnn.)