To the readers who reviewed:
Wow, I got a great turnout this chapter. It's very encouraging to know that so many people read my stories and enjoy them. I finally wrote in the elder Gilmore's! I know that it's irritating when it takes a while between chapters, but I'm swamped with work right now, so please be patient. I'm doing the best I can. I have really good news for Jess fans! Look forward to episode 7! I think I'm done ranting for now, so if you could be so kind as to review, I'd be much obliged. And don't worry; there is an end in sight!
-authors anonymous
p.s. Jess is very pleased. He's rumored to have signed on for three more seasons on GG! That is, if I give him back...
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"Pssss...Rory!" Lorelai whispered, shaking Rory's shoulders. "Wake up!"
"Uhhh...what time is it?" Rory mumbled, and tried to shrug off her mother's incessant shakes.
"Seven thirty. Wake up!"
"Go away..."Rory mumbled, and tried to turn over.
"Rory, trust me, you want to get up!"
"Why?"
"If you come upstairs with me, I promise you'll like what you see!"
"What?"
"Come on, get up!" Lorelai whispered again, and pulled off the bed sheets.
"When I wake up I'm going to kill you." Rory said, and rubbed her eyes. "What are you doing awake so early anyway?"
"Never mind that. I've got something to show you."
"Why are you whispering?" Rory asked, as she climbed up the stairs after Lorelai.
"Not to wake up Tristan." Lorelai pulled Rory behind her and motioned for her not to talk. Then she signaled her to follow her.
"Where are we-" Rory started.
"Shh!" Lorelai said, and put her hand over Rory's mouth. "Quiet!" she hissed.
They two Gilmore's crept along the hall, and stopped outside of Tristan's doorway.
"What are we doing here?" Rory mouthed, hands on her hips. Lorelai motioned for Rory to move in front of her and pointed to the door, which Tristan had neglected to close properly. From where the Gilmore's were standing, they had a clear view of Tristan's bed, with a sleeping Tristan on it. With the covers pushed off of him. Wearing only boxers and a smile.
[AN: Don't you wish you were there?]
Rory pushed back violently and dragged her mother down to her bedroom.
"Mom!" Rory exploded, once she had closed her door. "Are you crazy?"
"What?"
"You...you...you can't just...you just..."
"Sweetie, calm down. I know he's too young for me. I thought perhaps you would..."
"No! No, perhaps I wouldn't!"
"Rory! Calm down! It's not the end of the world!" Lorelai said, and lay down on Rory's bed.
"I guess you're right," Rory said, and lay next to Lorelai. "Did you open his door?"
"Uh, no. It was open."
"And you just 'happened' to walk past his just 'open'ed door?"
"Uh...yup."
"So-"
"Go to sleep Rory."
"Demanding aren't you?"
"Shh..." Lorelai said, and pulled the covers over the two of them. "Good night."
"Good night..." Rory said, and closed her eyes. A few minutes passed. "Mom...?" Rory whispered.
"Yeah?"
"What did you think?"
"Hubba hubba," Lorelai said, and smiled.
---
At a much more respectable hour, the Girls work up to the smell of breakfast.
"Mmm-mmm-mmm!" Lorelai said, in her famous southern drawl, "what is that smell?"
"I dunno' mumma, let's go see" Rory responded, and walked into the kitchen, closely followed by Lorelai.
"Well, lookit!" Lorelai exclaimed, still with her accent, "we've got ourselves a varmint!"
"And good afternoon to you to," Tristan said.
"Afternoon? Hardly!" Rory exclaimed, and poured herself a mug of coffee. "I see you're still eating breakfast. Did you go to Luke's?"
"No, I cooked it. There's still some French Toast in the oven keeping warm."
"Al's?" asked Lorelai, inspecting the cupboards for pop-tarts.
"Nope."
"Oh, that's a pity. Al's is the best French toast in Stars Hollow. Probably Hartfort too," Rory said, taking cutlery from the drawers.
"You didn't get it from Pete did you? He thinks he makes it well, but..."Lorelai examined the boxes in her hand. "Blueberry or Chocolate?"
"He doesn't..." Rory finished. "Chocolate please."
"No, actually I made it."
Both Lorelai and Rory stopped their attempts at breakfast immediately.
"You...made French toast?" Lorelai asked, suspicious.
"Yeah."
"With what?" asked Rory.
"Uh, bread...eggs..." Tristan said, uncertainly. Both of the Gilmore's were looking at him as if he was...well, crazy.
"Screw the pop-tarts!" both Rory and Lorelai said simultaneously. All of a sudden there was a flurry of movement. Lorelai raced to put the pop-tarts back, put the coffee pot on the table, Rory dashed to get plates and syrup. Tristan was quite amused at how quickly the two had assembled all the necessary items so quickly. Now the two girls were looking at him innocently, plates outstretched. Once he had dispensed his French toast (a la Martha Stewart) he took his own cup of coffee and sat down next to Rory.
"So, what's on the agenda today?"
"Well, it's Sunday, so I guess just homework..." Rory said, between bites for her breakfast.
"Hasn't it been Sunday for a really long time?" Lorelai mused.
"How so?" asked Rory.
"You haven't been to hell in quite a while."
"You're right. But I bet something interesting will happen tomorrow. Tristan?"
"Yeah?"
"Where did you learn to cook?"
"I just picked it up."
"Don't you have a cook?" Lorelai asked, eyebrows raised.
"Yeah. But when I was younger I used to hang out with Francine."
"Your cook?"
"Yup. She was like a mother to me."
"Aww!" Lorelai cooed, through a mouthful of coffee. "That's so sweet! Now make more."
"You don't have any more bread," Tristan pointed out. "So unless I go to the market to buy some..."
Both Rory and Lorelai blinked at him.
"Okay, I'll go to the market. Will someone come with me?"
"I will, just let me get dressed," Rory said, and finished her coffee off quickly.
"Ror, take some money out of my purse." Lorelai pointed. "We need basic food items."
"What should I buy?"
"Uh, some milk, more coffee, Snickers, pop-tarts and chocolate ice cream."
"Oh, and jelly beans."
"Right. Can't forget those. For our colour requirement," Lorelai explained to Tristan.
"Ahh, I see."
Lorelai smiled, and opened her newpaper.
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"Rory! Phone!" Lorelai called out, much later that evening.
"Hello?" Rory said, snuggling down on the couch next to Tristan.
"Hey. Where have you been?" asked Lane, who was undoubtably holed up in her closet.
"Around. What about you?"
"Oh, here, there..."
"That's good. Why aren't you having the Kim weekly sunday dinner?"
"Church finished early, on account of the Reverend having his handball championships."
"You're joking!"
"I wish I was. Anyway, dinner won't be ready for another twenty minutes. So, catch me up."
"Uh, I had French Toast for breakfast, I went grocery shopping, Tristan is living with us, I ate an entire bag of Jerry Jelly Beans..."
"Wait, who?"
"Jerry."
"No, not that. What did you say about Tristan?"
"He's living with us."
"Since when?"
"Since Thursday."
"Wow."
"I know."
"So, has he made a move yet?"
"Eww, Lane. No!" Rory protested.
"Just asking, just asking. So, when do I get to meet him?"
"Uh, how about never?" Rory replied, casting a weary glance at Tristan, who was innocently doing his homework on the couch next to her.
"Oh come on Rory! You're practically married to him!"
"We'll see..."
"Well I think it's high time for a major sleepover."
"What?" asked Rory, confused.
"You'll see...oh, I have to go. Kim dinner commences in three minutes."
"Talk to you soon."
"Yup. Bye!" Lane hung up.
"Who was that?" asked Tristan, looking up from his notebook.
"Oh, Lane. You know, my best friend."
"You should invite her over. Maybe we could rent movies or something."
"Yeah, she'd like that," Rory muttered. "Are you done yet?"
"Nope." Tristan held up his book, showing her how much work he still had.
"Ugh, you work so slowely! I'm bored!" Rory moaned, and flopped down on the couch again.
"Go play with your mom."
"She's at the Inn."
"Go play with Lane."
"She's at the Kim Sunday Dinner."
"Then read a book."
"I'm too restless."
"Watch TV."
"On a Sunday night?"
"Good point."
"Tristan..." Rory whined. "Entertain me."
"Give me half an hour. Then I'll play with you."
"Fine." Rory sat back on the couch and crossed her arms.
"Are you just going to sit there?" asked Tristan, a few minutes later.
"I'm waiting..."
"Alright, do what you want." Tristan turned another page, but he could scarcely concentrate. There was only one thing on his mind, and it wasn't advanced chemistry. It wasn't football. It was Rory. [AN: Surprise, surprise!] She looked to cute, sitting there, pouting. It was all he could do to not jump her. This 'friends' thing was a lot harder than he anticipated.
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AN: Okay, I'm sorry that was a lot longer than it was supposed to be. And I know there wasn't much satiricle junk in it, but it's an intermediate point in the story. I did my homework (figeratively and literally) and I read tons of stories, trory and otherwise. I found many flaws, just begging for my touch. And if you haven't already, check out 'An Evening of Desire', my other work in progress. That is all. Please review! I live for the reviews!
Wow, I got a great turnout this chapter. It's very encouraging to know that so many people read my stories and enjoy them. I finally wrote in the elder Gilmore's! I know that it's irritating when it takes a while between chapters, but I'm swamped with work right now, so please be patient. I'm doing the best I can. I have really good news for Jess fans! Look forward to episode 7! I think I'm done ranting for now, so if you could be so kind as to review, I'd be much obliged. And don't worry; there is an end in sight!
-authors anonymous
p.s. Jess is very pleased. He's rumored to have signed on for three more seasons on GG! That is, if I give him back...
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"Pssss...Rory!" Lorelai whispered, shaking Rory's shoulders. "Wake up!"
"Uhhh...what time is it?" Rory mumbled, and tried to shrug off her mother's incessant shakes.
"Seven thirty. Wake up!"
"Go away..."Rory mumbled, and tried to turn over.
"Rory, trust me, you want to get up!"
"Why?"
"If you come upstairs with me, I promise you'll like what you see!"
"What?"
"Come on, get up!" Lorelai whispered again, and pulled off the bed sheets.
"When I wake up I'm going to kill you." Rory said, and rubbed her eyes. "What are you doing awake so early anyway?"
"Never mind that. I've got something to show you."
"Why are you whispering?" Rory asked, as she climbed up the stairs after Lorelai.
"Not to wake up Tristan." Lorelai pulled Rory behind her and motioned for her not to talk. Then she signaled her to follow her.
"Where are we-" Rory started.
"Shh!" Lorelai said, and put her hand over Rory's mouth. "Quiet!" she hissed.
They two Gilmore's crept along the hall, and stopped outside of Tristan's doorway.
"What are we doing here?" Rory mouthed, hands on her hips. Lorelai motioned for Rory to move in front of her and pointed to the door, which Tristan had neglected to close properly. From where the Gilmore's were standing, they had a clear view of Tristan's bed, with a sleeping Tristan on it. With the covers pushed off of him. Wearing only boxers and a smile.
[AN: Don't you wish you were there?]
Rory pushed back violently and dragged her mother down to her bedroom.
"Mom!" Rory exploded, once she had closed her door. "Are you crazy?"
"What?"
"You...you...you can't just...you just..."
"Sweetie, calm down. I know he's too young for me. I thought perhaps you would..."
"No! No, perhaps I wouldn't!"
"Rory! Calm down! It's not the end of the world!" Lorelai said, and lay down on Rory's bed.
"I guess you're right," Rory said, and lay next to Lorelai. "Did you open his door?"
"Uh, no. It was open."
"And you just 'happened' to walk past his just 'open'ed door?"
"Uh...yup."
"So-"
"Go to sleep Rory."
"Demanding aren't you?"
"Shh..." Lorelai said, and pulled the covers over the two of them. "Good night."
"Good night..." Rory said, and closed her eyes. A few minutes passed. "Mom...?" Rory whispered.
"Yeah?"
"What did you think?"
"Hubba hubba," Lorelai said, and smiled.
---
At a much more respectable hour, the Girls work up to the smell of breakfast.
"Mmm-mmm-mmm!" Lorelai said, in her famous southern drawl, "what is that smell?"
"I dunno' mumma, let's go see" Rory responded, and walked into the kitchen, closely followed by Lorelai.
"Well, lookit!" Lorelai exclaimed, still with her accent, "we've got ourselves a varmint!"
"And good afternoon to you to," Tristan said.
"Afternoon? Hardly!" Rory exclaimed, and poured herself a mug of coffee. "I see you're still eating breakfast. Did you go to Luke's?"
"No, I cooked it. There's still some French Toast in the oven keeping warm."
"Al's?" asked Lorelai, inspecting the cupboards for pop-tarts.
"Nope."
"Oh, that's a pity. Al's is the best French toast in Stars Hollow. Probably Hartfort too," Rory said, taking cutlery from the drawers.
"You didn't get it from Pete did you? He thinks he makes it well, but..."Lorelai examined the boxes in her hand. "Blueberry or Chocolate?"
"He doesn't..." Rory finished. "Chocolate please."
"No, actually I made it."
Both Lorelai and Rory stopped their attempts at breakfast immediately.
"You...made French toast?" Lorelai asked, suspicious.
"Yeah."
"With what?" asked Rory.
"Uh, bread...eggs..." Tristan said, uncertainly. Both of the Gilmore's were looking at him as if he was...well, crazy.
"Screw the pop-tarts!" both Rory and Lorelai said simultaneously. All of a sudden there was a flurry of movement. Lorelai raced to put the pop-tarts back, put the coffee pot on the table, Rory dashed to get plates and syrup. Tristan was quite amused at how quickly the two had assembled all the necessary items so quickly. Now the two girls were looking at him innocently, plates outstretched. Once he had dispensed his French toast (a la Martha Stewart) he took his own cup of coffee and sat down next to Rory.
"So, what's on the agenda today?"
"Well, it's Sunday, so I guess just homework..." Rory said, between bites for her breakfast.
"Hasn't it been Sunday for a really long time?" Lorelai mused.
"How so?" asked Rory.
"You haven't been to hell in quite a while."
"You're right. But I bet something interesting will happen tomorrow. Tristan?"
"Yeah?"
"Where did you learn to cook?"
"I just picked it up."
"Don't you have a cook?" Lorelai asked, eyebrows raised.
"Yeah. But when I was younger I used to hang out with Francine."
"Your cook?"
"Yup. She was like a mother to me."
"Aww!" Lorelai cooed, through a mouthful of coffee. "That's so sweet! Now make more."
"You don't have any more bread," Tristan pointed out. "So unless I go to the market to buy some..."
Both Rory and Lorelai blinked at him.
"Okay, I'll go to the market. Will someone come with me?"
"I will, just let me get dressed," Rory said, and finished her coffee off quickly.
"Ror, take some money out of my purse." Lorelai pointed. "We need basic food items."
"What should I buy?"
"Uh, some milk, more coffee, Snickers, pop-tarts and chocolate ice cream."
"Oh, and jelly beans."
"Right. Can't forget those. For our colour requirement," Lorelai explained to Tristan.
"Ahh, I see."
Lorelai smiled, and opened her newpaper.
---
"Rory! Phone!" Lorelai called out, much later that evening.
"Hello?" Rory said, snuggling down on the couch next to Tristan.
"Hey. Where have you been?" asked Lane, who was undoubtably holed up in her closet.
"Around. What about you?"
"Oh, here, there..."
"That's good. Why aren't you having the Kim weekly sunday dinner?"
"Church finished early, on account of the Reverend having his handball championships."
"You're joking!"
"I wish I was. Anyway, dinner won't be ready for another twenty minutes. So, catch me up."
"Uh, I had French Toast for breakfast, I went grocery shopping, Tristan is living with us, I ate an entire bag of Jerry Jelly Beans..."
"Wait, who?"
"Jerry."
"No, not that. What did you say about Tristan?"
"He's living with us."
"Since when?"
"Since Thursday."
"Wow."
"I know."
"So, has he made a move yet?"
"Eww, Lane. No!" Rory protested.
"Just asking, just asking. So, when do I get to meet him?"
"Uh, how about never?" Rory replied, casting a weary glance at Tristan, who was innocently doing his homework on the couch next to her.
"Oh come on Rory! You're practically married to him!"
"We'll see..."
"Well I think it's high time for a major sleepover."
"What?" asked Rory, confused.
"You'll see...oh, I have to go. Kim dinner commences in three minutes."
"Talk to you soon."
"Yup. Bye!" Lane hung up.
"Who was that?" asked Tristan, looking up from his notebook.
"Oh, Lane. You know, my best friend."
"You should invite her over. Maybe we could rent movies or something."
"Yeah, she'd like that," Rory muttered. "Are you done yet?"
"Nope." Tristan held up his book, showing her how much work he still had.
"Ugh, you work so slowely! I'm bored!" Rory moaned, and flopped down on the couch again.
"Go play with your mom."
"She's at the Inn."
"Go play with Lane."
"She's at the Kim Sunday Dinner."
"Then read a book."
"I'm too restless."
"Watch TV."
"On a Sunday night?"
"Good point."
"Tristan..." Rory whined. "Entertain me."
"Give me half an hour. Then I'll play with you."
"Fine." Rory sat back on the couch and crossed her arms.
"Are you just going to sit there?" asked Tristan, a few minutes later.
"I'm waiting..."
"Alright, do what you want." Tristan turned another page, but he could scarcely concentrate. There was only one thing on his mind, and it wasn't advanced chemistry. It wasn't football. It was Rory. [AN: Surprise, surprise!] She looked to cute, sitting there, pouting. It was all he could do to not jump her. This 'friends' thing was a lot harder than he anticipated.
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AN: Okay, I'm sorry that was a lot longer than it was supposed to be. And I know there wasn't much satiricle junk in it, but it's an intermediate point in the story. I did my homework (figeratively and literally) and I read tons of stories, trory and otherwise. I found many flaws, just begging for my touch. And if you haven't already, check out 'An Evening of Desire', my other work in progress. That is all. Please review! I live for the reviews!