To my keen reading adolescent (and otherwise) readers: [Rant starts here]
Egad! I dislike rude people. Such as this one:
From: blah OKAY THIS IS THE STUPIDEST STORY I HAVE EVER READ IN MY LIFE! IT IS HORRIBLE YOU HAVE TO GET SOME ACTUAL PLOT! RABID SQUIRRELS?!?! WHAT THE HELL! IT SUCKS DELETE IT!
Thank you for that 'blah', that made my day. Why-oh-why would you read 17 chapters if you despised it so much? Oh, I know! It's because you're an idiot! In the aforementioned 17 chapters, I have had a grand total of four flames. Of these flames, all four were written by people who didn't understand the meaning of satire, and obviously enjoyed those drippy stories about how Tristan would be willing to eat off his own hand for Rory. [Rant stops here]
To the rest of my keen reading adolescent (and otherwise readers):
I love you much. Thank you for telling me how Jess and Rory would be related. It does make me wonder though...it's not really fair that Jess just comes in and gets Rory before Luke makes a move on Lorelai. Because only one pair can succeed legally, really. Oh well, he'd better be quick. Does anyone else get that warm gooey feeling inside when watching Gilmore Girls? I think it might be a medical condition!
I editted Chapter 17 a bit, a found a few mistakes. I think it's better now. I hope so.
That is all. Please review after! It gives me the courage to keep writing! And if it's a flame...well, okay then.
-authors anonymous
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Lorelai was standing behind the front desk sorting mail when the phone rang. "Independence Inn, Lorelai speaking."
"Lorelai, I've been trying to get hold of you for ages!" said an angry voice on the other side.
[AN: Guess who!]
"Hi Mom, what can I do for you?" asked Lorelai tiredly. She had received many of these calls throughout her life, and none of them brought about any good.
"Can't a mother phone her daughter to talk from time to time?" asked Emily.
"Uh, yeah, if you are a Brady." "Excuse me?"
"Nothing. What would you like to talk about?"
"Your friend Sookie. I'm having a function next month and I need a suitable caterer."
"Don't you have her number? As I remember, you forced if out of her."
"Honestly Lorelai, I did not force anything out of her. I just misplaced it, and rather then up-end my entire household, I thought I could phone you for the number."
"Gee, that's a first. Emily Gilmore misplaces something. Unheard of! Obscene!"
"Really Lorelai, I need you to be serious for one minute."
Lorelai sighed. "Okay Mom. Would you like for me to put her on the phone?"
"Yes, thank you," Emily said compliantly.
"Humph," Lorelai mumbled, and walked into the kitchen with the phone. "Sookie! Phone!" Lorelai bellowed over the din of the lunchtime rush.
Sookie hurried over and wiped her hands on her apron. "Who is it? Is it Jackson?"
"No, it's Satan herself."
"Thanks, I got it," Sookie said and took the phone from Lorelai. "Emily, hi! What can I do for you?"
Lorelai took a cup off the rack and poured herself a cup of coffee and put a few muffins on a plate. "Bye Sook!" she mouthed to Sookie, who was writing down notes on a pad. 'Poor girl' she mused.
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Back at the Gilmore house, Rory and Tristan were working in the living room. Or rather Tristan was working and Rory was staring at Tristan working. She was so messed up. Did she like him? Did she just want to stay friends? Did the readers want this to be a Trory? So many questions. He looked so cute, sitting there, biting on the end of his pencil like that.
'Stop it!' Rory screamed at herself, and forced her eyes down to her math book. 'This is stupid! He's my friend!' One half told her. 'But he likes me! And I could imagine myself in those arms...' the other persuaded.
"Are you okay Rory?" asked Tristan, who had looked up to see the emotions play on her face.
"What? Yeah! I'm fine. I'm good. Better than good actually. Well, maybe not better than good, but I'm better than fine. I'm goodish. I'm finish? I'm okay. Are you okay? Do you need anything? Or anything?"
"No, I'm good," Tristan said. "Actually, I do need to use a computer. Do you have one?"
"Yeah, in my room. I'll get it." Rory got off the couch and walked into her room. On the way to her desk she caught a glance of herself in her mirror. Even she thought she looked confused.
'I'll talk to Mom when she gets home,' Rory told herself, 'she'll know what to do."
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"Must you eat those disgusting things in front of me?" Michel asked, looking down his nose at Lorelai.
"They're muffins! How are they disgusting? Firstly, Sookie made them, and secondly, they're muffins! Here, have one. One bite and you'll be hooked!" Lorelai held one out to him.
"I do not eat muffins!"
"You're crazy!"
"You're going to die at fifty, and I am going to watch. And laugh."
"The only way I die at fifty is if I get the lethal injection for going homicidal on you. And if that happens, I doubt you'll be able to watch...unless you become a ghost! That would be super cool! Would you come and watch if you were a ghost? Or would you have flashbacks to me hitting you with a muffin tin, over and over and over while you cowered-"
"Good-bye."
Lorelai smirked. "Works every time..."
---
Lorelai, Rory and Tristan stood in front of the Gilmore's door.
"Do we have to ring it?" whined Lorelai.
"I don't want to either. You did tell her that Tristan was coming tonight, didn't you?" asked Rory.
"Uh, yeah, about that..." Lorelai said, shuffling her feet.
"She doesn't know he's coming? Are you crazy? Dinner is going to be hell!"
"No it won't! Well, it probably will, but not because of this strapping young lad! He'll tell her that he's a DuGrey, and she'll melt! Right Tristan?"
"Most likely. The DuGrey's and the Gilmore's to business together all the time."
"Alright then!" Lorelai said, acting falsely bright. "Ring the doorbell."
"You're closest." Rory pointed out.
"I know."
"Here goes nothing..." The three stood outside for a minute before Emily opened the door.
"Hello girls...oh."
"Hello Mrs. Gilmore. I'm-"
"Lorelai, you didn't tell me that you were bringing anyone."
"It was kind of a last minute thing Mom. This is Tristan."
"Tristan DuGrey," Tristan said, and offered her his hand.
"Oh, that changes matters entirely! Come in, come in!" Emily ushered them in and had a maid take their coats. "Can I offer you anything to drink? Wine, soda?"
"Soda would be good," Rory said, and sat between Lorelai and Tristan.
"Soda for me too," Tristan said.
"Something festive please," Lorelai answered.
"Care you narrow that down for me?" asked Emily.
"How about a martini?"
"You know I can't make those properly. Richard is the only one in the family who makes them cold enough."
"Speaking of Richard, where is he?" asked Rory.
"In his study. Working, as usual. I hope white wine is festive enough for you," she said dryly, handing Lorelai an elegant glass.
"Tristan, tell me, are you attending Chilton again?" asked Emily, seated opposite from the three.
As Emily grilled Tristan, Lorelai's cell phone rang from her purse.
"Lorelai, it's terribly rude to have your phone in while at someone else's house," Emily said, breaking off her interrogation.
"Yeah, I'll just be..." Lorelai motioned with her hands and walked outside. "Hello?" asked Lorelai.
"Lorelai, how are you?" Sookie said on the other end.
"I'm fine, except for the fact that I'm at my mother's. How are you?"
"I'm good, good, that's right, I'm-"
"Sookie."
"Yes?"
"If you were good I wouldn't be talking to you right now," Lorelai said matter-of-factly.
"Well maybe I'm not so good."
"What happened?"
"Oh...I had a fight with Jackson, and it's all my fault, and he won't talk to me, he actually locked himself in the bathroom and now he can't get out, and I can't believe what I did, and I'm a horrible wife, it's horri-" Sookie said, rushing through her words, sounding (as she was) on the verge of tears.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on here. You had a fight with who?"
"Jackson," she replied miserably.
"Sweetie, couples have fights. It's nothing new."
"But not me and Jackson. We don't fight."
"What about..."
"No, we don't. I mean, sometimes we have our differences, but-"
"...The 'manly house'..."
"...Fighting? Nope, not for us!"
"...There was a stuffed bear in the corner."
"Lorelai, my marriage is falling apart!"
"Sook, I need you to calm down. Take deep breathes." Lorelai waited until she heard Sookie on the other end. "Okay, now repeat after me: 'Having fights with my husband is normal...'"
"Having fights with my husband is normal..."
"...it's nothing to worry about..."
"...it's nothing to worry about..."
"...now I have to get him to come out of the bathroom..."
"Lorelai?"
"Yeah?"
"About that...I don't think he can get out."
"What?"
"When he stormed off, he slammed the door to the downstairs bathroom. We haven't had a chance to fix the door yet."
"The downstairs one..."
"Can't be closed, or it sticks."
"Got it. Are you okay now?"
"Yeah, I just got a little freak out. Now I've got to get Jackson out."
"Good luck."
"Thanks."
Lorelai slipped her phone back in her purse and walked back inside.
"Oh, good, you're back." Emily said, looking up for her conversation with Tristan. "Now we can eat. Come everyone, into the dinning room!"
"What was that?" asked Rory quietly to Lorelai on the way to their seats.
"Marital strife."
"Ahh," Rory replied, knowingly.
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Egad! I dislike rude people. Such as this one:
From: blah OKAY THIS IS THE STUPIDEST STORY I HAVE EVER READ IN MY LIFE! IT IS HORRIBLE YOU HAVE TO GET SOME ACTUAL PLOT! RABID SQUIRRELS?!?! WHAT THE HELL! IT SUCKS DELETE IT!
Thank you for that 'blah', that made my day. Why-oh-why would you read 17 chapters if you despised it so much? Oh, I know! It's because you're an idiot! In the aforementioned 17 chapters, I have had a grand total of four flames. Of these flames, all four were written by people who didn't understand the meaning of satire, and obviously enjoyed those drippy stories about how Tristan would be willing to eat off his own hand for Rory. [Rant stops here]
To the rest of my keen reading adolescent (and otherwise readers):
I love you much. Thank you for telling me how Jess and Rory would be related. It does make me wonder though...it's not really fair that Jess just comes in and gets Rory before Luke makes a move on Lorelai. Because only one pair can succeed legally, really. Oh well, he'd better be quick. Does anyone else get that warm gooey feeling inside when watching Gilmore Girls? I think it might be a medical condition!
I editted Chapter 17 a bit, a found a few mistakes. I think it's better now. I hope so.
That is all. Please review after! It gives me the courage to keep writing! And if it's a flame...well, okay then.
-authors anonymous
----
Lorelai was standing behind the front desk sorting mail when the phone rang. "Independence Inn, Lorelai speaking."
"Lorelai, I've been trying to get hold of you for ages!" said an angry voice on the other side.
[AN: Guess who!]
"Hi Mom, what can I do for you?" asked Lorelai tiredly. She had received many of these calls throughout her life, and none of them brought about any good.
"Can't a mother phone her daughter to talk from time to time?" asked Emily.
"Uh, yeah, if you are a Brady." "Excuse me?"
"Nothing. What would you like to talk about?"
"Your friend Sookie. I'm having a function next month and I need a suitable caterer."
"Don't you have her number? As I remember, you forced if out of her."
"Honestly Lorelai, I did not force anything out of her. I just misplaced it, and rather then up-end my entire household, I thought I could phone you for the number."
"Gee, that's a first. Emily Gilmore misplaces something. Unheard of! Obscene!"
"Really Lorelai, I need you to be serious for one minute."
Lorelai sighed. "Okay Mom. Would you like for me to put her on the phone?"
"Yes, thank you," Emily said compliantly.
"Humph," Lorelai mumbled, and walked into the kitchen with the phone. "Sookie! Phone!" Lorelai bellowed over the din of the lunchtime rush.
Sookie hurried over and wiped her hands on her apron. "Who is it? Is it Jackson?"
"No, it's Satan herself."
"Thanks, I got it," Sookie said and took the phone from Lorelai. "Emily, hi! What can I do for you?"
Lorelai took a cup off the rack and poured herself a cup of coffee and put a few muffins on a plate. "Bye Sook!" she mouthed to Sookie, who was writing down notes on a pad. 'Poor girl' she mused.
---
Back at the Gilmore house, Rory and Tristan were working in the living room. Or rather Tristan was working and Rory was staring at Tristan working. She was so messed up. Did she like him? Did she just want to stay friends? Did the readers want this to be a Trory? So many questions. He looked so cute, sitting there, biting on the end of his pencil like that.
'Stop it!' Rory screamed at herself, and forced her eyes down to her math book. 'This is stupid! He's my friend!' One half told her. 'But he likes me! And I could imagine myself in those arms...' the other persuaded.
"Are you okay Rory?" asked Tristan, who had looked up to see the emotions play on her face.
"What? Yeah! I'm fine. I'm good. Better than good actually. Well, maybe not better than good, but I'm better than fine. I'm goodish. I'm finish? I'm okay. Are you okay? Do you need anything? Or anything?"
"No, I'm good," Tristan said. "Actually, I do need to use a computer. Do you have one?"
"Yeah, in my room. I'll get it." Rory got off the couch and walked into her room. On the way to her desk she caught a glance of herself in her mirror. Even she thought she looked confused.
'I'll talk to Mom when she gets home,' Rory told herself, 'she'll know what to do."
---
"Must you eat those disgusting things in front of me?" Michel asked, looking down his nose at Lorelai.
"They're muffins! How are they disgusting? Firstly, Sookie made them, and secondly, they're muffins! Here, have one. One bite and you'll be hooked!" Lorelai held one out to him.
"I do not eat muffins!"
"You're crazy!"
"You're going to die at fifty, and I am going to watch. And laugh."
"The only way I die at fifty is if I get the lethal injection for going homicidal on you. And if that happens, I doubt you'll be able to watch...unless you become a ghost! That would be super cool! Would you come and watch if you were a ghost? Or would you have flashbacks to me hitting you with a muffin tin, over and over and over while you cowered-"
"Good-bye."
Lorelai smirked. "Works every time..."
---
Lorelai, Rory and Tristan stood in front of the Gilmore's door.
"Do we have to ring it?" whined Lorelai.
"I don't want to either. You did tell her that Tristan was coming tonight, didn't you?" asked Rory.
"Uh, yeah, about that..." Lorelai said, shuffling her feet.
"She doesn't know he's coming? Are you crazy? Dinner is going to be hell!"
"No it won't! Well, it probably will, but not because of this strapping young lad! He'll tell her that he's a DuGrey, and she'll melt! Right Tristan?"
"Most likely. The DuGrey's and the Gilmore's to business together all the time."
"Alright then!" Lorelai said, acting falsely bright. "Ring the doorbell."
"You're closest." Rory pointed out.
"I know."
"Here goes nothing..." The three stood outside for a minute before Emily opened the door.
"Hello girls...oh."
"Hello Mrs. Gilmore. I'm-"
"Lorelai, you didn't tell me that you were bringing anyone."
"It was kind of a last minute thing Mom. This is Tristan."
"Tristan DuGrey," Tristan said, and offered her his hand.
"Oh, that changes matters entirely! Come in, come in!" Emily ushered them in and had a maid take their coats. "Can I offer you anything to drink? Wine, soda?"
"Soda would be good," Rory said, and sat between Lorelai and Tristan.
"Soda for me too," Tristan said.
"Something festive please," Lorelai answered.
"Care you narrow that down for me?" asked Emily.
"How about a martini?"
"You know I can't make those properly. Richard is the only one in the family who makes them cold enough."
"Speaking of Richard, where is he?" asked Rory.
"In his study. Working, as usual. I hope white wine is festive enough for you," she said dryly, handing Lorelai an elegant glass.
"Tristan, tell me, are you attending Chilton again?" asked Emily, seated opposite from the three.
As Emily grilled Tristan, Lorelai's cell phone rang from her purse.
"Lorelai, it's terribly rude to have your phone in while at someone else's house," Emily said, breaking off her interrogation.
"Yeah, I'll just be..." Lorelai motioned with her hands and walked outside. "Hello?" asked Lorelai.
"Lorelai, how are you?" Sookie said on the other end.
"I'm fine, except for the fact that I'm at my mother's. How are you?"
"I'm good, good, that's right, I'm-"
"Sookie."
"Yes?"
"If you were good I wouldn't be talking to you right now," Lorelai said matter-of-factly.
"Well maybe I'm not so good."
"What happened?"
"Oh...I had a fight with Jackson, and it's all my fault, and he won't talk to me, he actually locked himself in the bathroom and now he can't get out, and I can't believe what I did, and I'm a horrible wife, it's horri-" Sookie said, rushing through her words, sounding (as she was) on the verge of tears.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on here. You had a fight with who?"
"Jackson," she replied miserably.
"Sweetie, couples have fights. It's nothing new."
"But not me and Jackson. We don't fight."
"What about..."
"No, we don't. I mean, sometimes we have our differences, but-"
"...The 'manly house'..."
"...Fighting? Nope, not for us!"
"...There was a stuffed bear in the corner."
"Lorelai, my marriage is falling apart!"
"Sook, I need you to calm down. Take deep breathes." Lorelai waited until she heard Sookie on the other end. "Okay, now repeat after me: 'Having fights with my husband is normal...'"
"Having fights with my husband is normal..."
"...it's nothing to worry about..."
"...it's nothing to worry about..."
"...now I have to get him to come out of the bathroom..."
"Lorelai?"
"Yeah?"
"About that...I don't think he can get out."
"What?"
"When he stormed off, he slammed the door to the downstairs bathroom. We haven't had a chance to fix the door yet."
"The downstairs one..."
"Can't be closed, or it sticks."
"Got it. Are you okay now?"
"Yeah, I just got a little freak out. Now I've got to get Jackson out."
"Good luck."
"Thanks."
Lorelai slipped her phone back in her purse and walked back inside.
"Oh, good, you're back." Emily said, looking up for her conversation with Tristan. "Now we can eat. Come everyone, into the dinning room!"
"What was that?" asked Rory quietly to Lorelai on the way to their seats.
"Marital strife."
"Ahh," Rory replied, knowingly.
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