Gilmore Girls Fan Fiction:
Title: Can't Let You Go
Author: AngelGirl15
Contact: sweet_death_29@hotmail.com
Pairing: R/T
Disclaimer: Gilmore Girls and its characters belong to Dorothy Parker Drank Here Productions and Hofflund/Polone in association with Warner Bros. Television.
Summary: Rory and Tristan are together in junior year. They got together over the summer, but that part is not going to be told, this story is just going to focus on their growing, and new relationship. Everything that happened in the past will come up on a need-to-know basis.
*********Just for clarification, this takes place during Season 2. Anything past the finale ep of season 1 DID NOT HAPPEN unless I mention it.*****************
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Part 3 'Experiments and Explosions' -----------------------------------------------------
Thursday-
"Do you have to go to dinner tonight" Tristan whined as we sat on a bench in the courtyard before school. He slid his arm over my shoulder, and I snuggled next to him.
"It's your fault the dinner is tonight, and not tomorrow night."
"Yeah remind me to punch myself later okay?"
"Don't worry, I will."
"Well if your off having fun tonight, I think I'm going to either go to the gym or get together with some people."
"As long as those people don't involve girls rubbing up against you, I don't really care what you end up doing."
"Well there goes about 90% of the ideas I had planned for tonight" he said winking at me.
"Its not like many would get out of your head anyways" I shot back, leaning my head on his shoulder. The sun was out, and slowly warming the area. Near us were a few other groups of people gathered in the identical Chilton uniforms enjoying the last few minutes before classes.
"Well see if you didn't have to go to dinner tonight, I think a few more would have gotten out of my head."
"If you don't start being nicer, maybe I won't show up tomorrow night, and go out with my other boyfriend. At least he doesn't complain when I do him a favour."
"And what boyfriend would that be?"
"Depends. I'm thinking either Sam or Lorelai."
"So either the coffee-maker or your mom."
"Uh huh. They both love and adore me."
"I'm sure your mom does, but wouldn't Sam be mad for all teh abuse he gets?"
"Nope! The more you use him the happier he gets. So if I'm home he's happy. If no ones home he's sad, and he would cry but theres no water in him since he's not in use."
"How did this conversation turn into one of appliances and their moods?"
"I'm not sure...but how come most of our conversations end up with you confused?"
"Because you dam Gilmore's talk to quick. Your minds work like ten times faster then the rest of ours. How else could you guys pull random cultural trivia into nearly any conversation?"
"That is a skill that you are going to have to work on for my mom to like you."
"I think I'm going to have to work on a few things to get her to like me."
"I can't argue that" I said, sighing knowing that it was true. If only she would see Tristan as I see him, and not as a little terror. I think its also because after Dean, she does not want to see me get hurt again.
Tristan interrupted my thouhgts by giving me a feather light kiss on the lips. He then trailed kisses along my jawline up to my ear. I took my hand and pulled his head so that his lips were on mine. We continued for a few minutes, and when we broke apart and I saw a hand hit Tristan on the back of the head, lightly.
"Are you stupid?" Carmen asked, standing there with her hand on her hip, and looking in prime bitching mood.
"Is that a question or a statement?"
"Just a question" she said, turning her scowl into a huge grin.
"Split personality much?" Tristan mumbled.
"Well me gracing you with my presence does have another purpose."
"Being?"
"Do you guys want to go to Arnold's for lunch?" she asked referring to a diner-type restaurant about 5 minutes from the school.
"Who's going?" I asked, biting the corner of my lip. I didn't really want to go if everyone else was going to be there. I find it hard to make myself feel a part of the group, when they have all been friends for at least a year. I just sorta stick out, no matter how much Tristan or Carmen or any of the guys try to include me.
"Austin, Dan, Theresa and Mike. The others said they don't want to come" she said shrugging her petite shoulders.
Tristan looked down at me and I nodded slightly.
"Sure."
"Good then you're driving Dan and Mike as well as Theresa's car is SO SMALL!"
"Oh so I see the motive now."
"Haven't you learned by now Tristan, everyone uses your for at least something" I put in.
"See, even she knows it" Carmen said almost in triumph.
The first bell rang, and we stood up from the bench. Carmen ran off saying a hurried good-bye. I slid my arm around Tristan's waist, and he put his arm on my shoulders.
"So is this going to be a sports-free lunch?" I asked.
"Meaning will you actually be entertained this lunch? Rather then reading since you don't even know what we are doing."
"Pretty much" I said, shrugging.
"At least you can get a decent cup of coffee halfway through the day."
"YEY! That will set me up good for tonight."
"Are you going straight to your grandparents or are you going to go home first?"
"Home first. I'm dropping my stuff off, and then going to the Inn to help my mom pretty much get this convention dinner started, and then we're driving to Hartford."
"Dam hoping you could at least come and hang out for a bit after school."
"Aww poor wittle twistan" I said in a baby voice.
"Aight thats just a little scary. I'll see you at lunch then?"
"Bye" I said, kissing him on the cheek.
"Don't let the class lectures get in the way of dreaming of me okay?" he said. I just laughed,shook my head and headed towards my classroom.
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"Okay class, we are going to be doing a lab today..." my teacher, Mrs. Cardinal stated as soon as the daily announcements had ended.
"Your partners are alphabetical...so check the list I will have on the front...no switching. We will rotate partners throughout the year so that you can get used to working with different people, and see the different ways people do experiments. The instructions for the lab are found on page 230 in your textbook. I will be wandering around and walking. This will not require a full lab report, however at the end of the period a 1 page half-lab report will be due. The questions are on the board along with what else needs to be included, like the question, your hypothesis etc. All the materials are on the back tables...you may begin."
I walked up to the front of the class along with 20 other students, and looked at the list.
Paris Gellar and Rory Gilmore
I groaned slightly as I saw our names in the middle of the list.
"Get a move on Gilmore" I heard from behind me. I turned and Paris was already barging to the back of the classroom to get the materials.
"Do you hate me?" I muttered, while looking up at the sky. I can do this. She's only partly evil. I think. I hope.
I walked back and gathered some of the things I noticed that she could not fit into her hands which were already loaded down. I took them to a lab table, and dumped them on top.
"Okay I'll set it up, you read me the instructions" she ordered, sorting the materials in front of us.
"Fine" I said, pulling out my textbook and flipping to the page.
"Want to take any longer? We do only have about 65 minutes to do this!" Paris grunted impatiently.
"First, set up the bunson burner..." I began, ignoring her complaints.
A few minutes later our experiment was started, and I had already started setting up the outline for us to fill in for our hand in report.
"Why are you doing that? I should do it" Paris insisted. I just continued to write out the questions on my paper.
"Paris not everything has to be done by you."
"Well that would be why I am the editor of the paper. Since I like to be involved in everything" she stated, obviously to try and bug me.
"You are involved. Your supervising" I said, continuing to look at my paper.
"What now you cannot look at me when you are talking to me? Tristan lower your self-esteem that much."
"Leave him out of this."
"I will not. You lied to me!" she said in a harsh whisper, making sure the rest of the class did not overhear us.
"For the billionth time I did not lie to you. At the end of last year I was not going to PJ Harvey with him. He said I said yes, even though I declined. I did not go with him. At the end of last year I could barely stand him okay? Things change though. I'm sorry you weren't around to see them change but they did so just move on and accept it. We are going to have to deal with each other for this year and next year. And I am working on The Franklin with you. I already talked to the advisor, Mr. Parks and he said I am on the staff, so either move on and forget about the whole mess with you, me, and Tristan or just continue to be a stuck up brat. Oh and whats the last word in question 3?"
"formula" she said, and then just stared at me. I ignored her, and turned to watch the burning metals.
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"So how about we get a room in a little motel somewhere?" Tristan whispered into my ear, wrapping his arms around me from behind.
I continued my sentence to a guy, Rafeal in my history class before answering Tristan.
"How about we get food first?"
"Wouldn't you want it after seeing as how I think you'll be starving after the little workout."
"Little being the key word" I said, slipping my hand into his and pulling him down the hall next to me, heading to his locker.
"Hey I object to that."
"You would."
"I should."
"How was Psycology?"
"Boring. Who knew understanding people meant so many big words that have huge long theories behind them. Stupid Freud and his id."
"Well at least the superego part applys to you. In the literal way."
We reached his locker and he shoved his bag into it, and grabbed his blazer.
"Wheres your bag?" he asked.
"In my locker. We got let out 5 minutes early. Teacher was in a rush to do something or other and I did not really care except we got out."
"How come you always get the nice teachers?"
"How come you always charm the teachers to get you everything you want for that class? Exactly. Don't complain."
"Well I do have some charms..." he said as casually as possible.
"More like a cheque book."
"Hey, I believe its actually looks."
"And the threat of your father coming after them..."
"That too."
"Tris-tan!" a deep voice bellowed down the hallway. I stood on my tip-toes and saw Dan and Mike striding towards us.
"All right, then lets get going" Tristan said, striding towards them.
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"You ring it" my mother insisted as we stood outside my grandparents door.
"Mom we're already five minutes late...just ring it."
"No" she said pouting.
Sighing, I reached out to push the little white button, but she grabbed my arm away.
"Are you nuts!? Don't touch that thing!"
"The door bell? You just told me to..."
"Reverse psycology! You're the one that pretty much taught me that and now it doesn't work."
"Mom, I'm ringing it" I said, twisting my arm out of her grasp and pushing it.
A few seconds later the door opened revealing a new maid. We had last been here three weeks ago, as they had gone on a trip to Europe. My mom had found out they knew about Max when grandma had called to leave a good ten minute message on the machine about it.
"Hi" I said to the maid, who just bowed her head and lead us to the sitting room, where my grandparents were sitting.
"Hello!" my grandma said, standing and giving me a quick kiss and hug.
"Hi grandma! Hi grandpa!" I said to both of them, putting a smile on my face.
"Hi mom. Dad" my mom said flatly.
"Hello Lorelai" my grandmother said cooly.
"Would you like something to drink?" my grandfather asked, as we sat down on the loveseat.
"Alcohol for me!" my mom said very quickly.
"Big surprise Lorelai" my grandmother said, giving her a look.
"So Grandma how was your trip?"
"It was wonderful! I wish you could have come along! We saw so many beautiful sights. We decided we must go again next year."
"Meet any interesting strangers?" my mom asked
"Pardon Lorelai?" grandma asked.
"Well meet any exotic, hot, nice strangers? Come on you had to of! They always are the best stories of any trip!"
"Sorry to disapoint but I don't believe we did" Richard said, sitting down again.
"How was your trip to Harvard?" my grandma asked.
"How did you know about that?" my mom rushed out before I could say great.
"Well I am your mother. People do inform me of these things. I do believe when we got the call about how your wedding was called off, the mention was made that you had fled."
"No one knew where we were going though" she shot back.
"We had fun though Grandma! We even went into the lecture hall, and I talked to the professor...but then she dragged me out of there because we had to go" I added to hopefully distract my grandmother.
I knew tonight would be akward but so far everything had been forced and as formal as possible. Now the frustrations were coming out.
"So how did you find out we went to Harvard mom? Hire someone to follow us?" my mom asked crossing her arms.
"If you must know Lorelai, Tristan's mother mentioned it to me at a luncheon on Tuesday. She asked me how you guys enjoyed it. So of course I had no inkling that you guys had gone, so a few exaggerations were made on my part. It's nice to know that Rory's boyfriends mother knows more about your two's lives then I do."
"Mrs. Gilmore, supper is served" the maid announced timidly from the doorway.
Luckily before the arguing could continue my grandfather stood up and said, "Well I am certainly hungry so why don't we all head to the dining room and Rory you can tell me some more about what you guys did at Harvard."
Both my grandmother and my mom were still giving each other evil looks, but they followed us into the dining room. I could tell already this dinner conversation was not going to be pretty. -----------------------------------------------------
"Why can my mother not mind her own business?" my mom ranted as we drove back to Stars Hollow. I had made up an excuse of having a lot of homework to do so that the torture would end.
"Well I mean we didn't exactly tell her everything that was going on while they were away."
"So? She wasn't even involved in my life until last year. She could live without me for nearly 16 years, she doesn't have to know every little detail in my life now!" she continued.
"Mom. Relax. Breathe. Think happy thoughts. Think of Tom Cruise in Risky Business thoughts, not kill my mother thoughts."
"But imagining my mother not being here is so nice. I mean there are just so many good things that would come from that."
"MOM!"
"Fine. Thinking of Tom Cruise in his underwear..."
"Good."
"Oh yeah. Sookie is going to drive me to work tomorrow, so you can have the jeep to go off to your lover boy's."
"You sure its not a problem?"
"Yep. Although actually leaving on a time could turn out to be a problem, but other then that no problems sighted."
"Good cause then I'll take the car to school, drop my stuff off at home and get ready, and I'll be able to make it to Tristan's on time."
"Seeing as how the bus is evil and all."
"No not the bus. The bus drivers. Who have to stop at some stops longer then others for unexplained reasons. And who don't understand that being on time is a good thing."
"We'll complain to the...wait who do you complain to for that?"
"THe bus people?"
"Then we'll go complain to them."
"Good plan."
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Aite all thats it for another part. Sorry takes so long for updates but im also working on redoing my cruel intentions-gilmore style fic which i posted b4 but i wrote it in one nite at like midnight so it needs plenty of revising. Part four will involve plenty of trory action and a lil drama with the Dugrey Friday Night Dinner. As always please read and review.
Title: Can't Let You Go
Author: AngelGirl15
Contact: sweet_death_29@hotmail.com
Pairing: R/T
Disclaimer: Gilmore Girls and its characters belong to Dorothy Parker Drank Here Productions and Hofflund/Polone in association with Warner Bros. Television.
Summary: Rory and Tristan are together in junior year. They got together over the summer, but that part is not going to be told, this story is just going to focus on their growing, and new relationship. Everything that happened in the past will come up on a need-to-know basis.
*********Just for clarification, this takes place during Season 2. Anything past the finale ep of season 1 DID NOT HAPPEN unless I mention it.*****************
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Part 3 'Experiments and Explosions' -----------------------------------------------------
Thursday-
"Do you have to go to dinner tonight" Tristan whined as we sat on a bench in the courtyard before school. He slid his arm over my shoulder, and I snuggled next to him.
"It's your fault the dinner is tonight, and not tomorrow night."
"Yeah remind me to punch myself later okay?"
"Don't worry, I will."
"Well if your off having fun tonight, I think I'm going to either go to the gym or get together with some people."
"As long as those people don't involve girls rubbing up against you, I don't really care what you end up doing."
"Well there goes about 90% of the ideas I had planned for tonight" he said winking at me.
"Its not like many would get out of your head anyways" I shot back, leaning my head on his shoulder. The sun was out, and slowly warming the area. Near us were a few other groups of people gathered in the identical Chilton uniforms enjoying the last few minutes before classes.
"Well see if you didn't have to go to dinner tonight, I think a few more would have gotten out of my head."
"If you don't start being nicer, maybe I won't show up tomorrow night, and go out with my other boyfriend. At least he doesn't complain when I do him a favour."
"And what boyfriend would that be?"
"Depends. I'm thinking either Sam or Lorelai."
"So either the coffee-maker or your mom."
"Uh huh. They both love and adore me."
"I'm sure your mom does, but wouldn't Sam be mad for all teh abuse he gets?"
"Nope! The more you use him the happier he gets. So if I'm home he's happy. If no ones home he's sad, and he would cry but theres no water in him since he's not in use."
"How did this conversation turn into one of appliances and their moods?"
"I'm not sure...but how come most of our conversations end up with you confused?"
"Because you dam Gilmore's talk to quick. Your minds work like ten times faster then the rest of ours. How else could you guys pull random cultural trivia into nearly any conversation?"
"That is a skill that you are going to have to work on for my mom to like you."
"I think I'm going to have to work on a few things to get her to like me."
"I can't argue that" I said, sighing knowing that it was true. If only she would see Tristan as I see him, and not as a little terror. I think its also because after Dean, she does not want to see me get hurt again.
Tristan interrupted my thouhgts by giving me a feather light kiss on the lips. He then trailed kisses along my jawline up to my ear. I took my hand and pulled his head so that his lips were on mine. We continued for a few minutes, and when we broke apart and I saw a hand hit Tristan on the back of the head, lightly.
"Are you stupid?" Carmen asked, standing there with her hand on her hip, and looking in prime bitching mood.
"Is that a question or a statement?"
"Just a question" she said, turning her scowl into a huge grin.
"Split personality much?" Tristan mumbled.
"Well me gracing you with my presence does have another purpose."
"Being?"
"Do you guys want to go to Arnold's for lunch?" she asked referring to a diner-type restaurant about 5 minutes from the school.
"Who's going?" I asked, biting the corner of my lip. I didn't really want to go if everyone else was going to be there. I find it hard to make myself feel a part of the group, when they have all been friends for at least a year. I just sorta stick out, no matter how much Tristan or Carmen or any of the guys try to include me.
"Austin, Dan, Theresa and Mike. The others said they don't want to come" she said shrugging her petite shoulders.
Tristan looked down at me and I nodded slightly.
"Sure."
"Good then you're driving Dan and Mike as well as Theresa's car is SO SMALL!"
"Oh so I see the motive now."
"Haven't you learned by now Tristan, everyone uses your for at least something" I put in.
"See, even she knows it" Carmen said almost in triumph.
The first bell rang, and we stood up from the bench. Carmen ran off saying a hurried good-bye. I slid my arm around Tristan's waist, and he put his arm on my shoulders.
"So is this going to be a sports-free lunch?" I asked.
"Meaning will you actually be entertained this lunch? Rather then reading since you don't even know what we are doing."
"Pretty much" I said, shrugging.
"At least you can get a decent cup of coffee halfway through the day."
"YEY! That will set me up good for tonight."
"Are you going straight to your grandparents or are you going to go home first?"
"Home first. I'm dropping my stuff off, and then going to the Inn to help my mom pretty much get this convention dinner started, and then we're driving to Hartford."
"Dam hoping you could at least come and hang out for a bit after school."
"Aww poor wittle twistan" I said in a baby voice.
"Aight thats just a little scary. I'll see you at lunch then?"
"Bye" I said, kissing him on the cheek.
"Don't let the class lectures get in the way of dreaming of me okay?" he said. I just laughed,shook my head and headed towards my classroom.
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"Okay class, we are going to be doing a lab today..." my teacher, Mrs. Cardinal stated as soon as the daily announcements had ended.
"Your partners are alphabetical...so check the list I will have on the front...no switching. We will rotate partners throughout the year so that you can get used to working with different people, and see the different ways people do experiments. The instructions for the lab are found on page 230 in your textbook. I will be wandering around and walking. This will not require a full lab report, however at the end of the period a 1 page half-lab report will be due. The questions are on the board along with what else needs to be included, like the question, your hypothesis etc. All the materials are on the back tables...you may begin."
I walked up to the front of the class along with 20 other students, and looked at the list.
Paris Gellar and Rory Gilmore
I groaned slightly as I saw our names in the middle of the list.
"Get a move on Gilmore" I heard from behind me. I turned and Paris was already barging to the back of the classroom to get the materials.
"Do you hate me?" I muttered, while looking up at the sky. I can do this. She's only partly evil. I think. I hope.
I walked back and gathered some of the things I noticed that she could not fit into her hands which were already loaded down. I took them to a lab table, and dumped them on top.
"Okay I'll set it up, you read me the instructions" she ordered, sorting the materials in front of us.
"Fine" I said, pulling out my textbook and flipping to the page.
"Want to take any longer? We do only have about 65 minutes to do this!" Paris grunted impatiently.
"First, set up the bunson burner..." I began, ignoring her complaints.
A few minutes later our experiment was started, and I had already started setting up the outline for us to fill in for our hand in report.
"Why are you doing that? I should do it" Paris insisted. I just continued to write out the questions on my paper.
"Paris not everything has to be done by you."
"Well that would be why I am the editor of the paper. Since I like to be involved in everything" she stated, obviously to try and bug me.
"You are involved. Your supervising" I said, continuing to look at my paper.
"What now you cannot look at me when you are talking to me? Tristan lower your self-esteem that much."
"Leave him out of this."
"I will not. You lied to me!" she said in a harsh whisper, making sure the rest of the class did not overhear us.
"For the billionth time I did not lie to you. At the end of last year I was not going to PJ Harvey with him. He said I said yes, even though I declined. I did not go with him. At the end of last year I could barely stand him okay? Things change though. I'm sorry you weren't around to see them change but they did so just move on and accept it. We are going to have to deal with each other for this year and next year. And I am working on The Franklin with you. I already talked to the advisor, Mr. Parks and he said I am on the staff, so either move on and forget about the whole mess with you, me, and Tristan or just continue to be a stuck up brat. Oh and whats the last word in question 3?"
"formula" she said, and then just stared at me. I ignored her, and turned to watch the burning metals.
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"So how about we get a room in a little motel somewhere?" Tristan whispered into my ear, wrapping his arms around me from behind.
I continued my sentence to a guy, Rafeal in my history class before answering Tristan.
"How about we get food first?"
"Wouldn't you want it after seeing as how I think you'll be starving after the little workout."
"Little being the key word" I said, slipping my hand into his and pulling him down the hall next to me, heading to his locker.
"Hey I object to that."
"You would."
"I should."
"How was Psycology?"
"Boring. Who knew understanding people meant so many big words that have huge long theories behind them. Stupid Freud and his id."
"Well at least the superego part applys to you. In the literal way."
We reached his locker and he shoved his bag into it, and grabbed his blazer.
"Wheres your bag?" he asked.
"In my locker. We got let out 5 minutes early. Teacher was in a rush to do something or other and I did not really care except we got out."
"How come you always get the nice teachers?"
"How come you always charm the teachers to get you everything you want for that class? Exactly. Don't complain."
"Well I do have some charms..." he said as casually as possible.
"More like a cheque book."
"Hey, I believe its actually looks."
"And the threat of your father coming after them..."
"That too."
"Tris-tan!" a deep voice bellowed down the hallway. I stood on my tip-toes and saw Dan and Mike striding towards us.
"All right, then lets get going" Tristan said, striding towards them.
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"You ring it" my mother insisted as we stood outside my grandparents door.
"Mom we're already five minutes late...just ring it."
"No" she said pouting.
Sighing, I reached out to push the little white button, but she grabbed my arm away.
"Are you nuts!? Don't touch that thing!"
"The door bell? You just told me to..."
"Reverse psycology! You're the one that pretty much taught me that and now it doesn't work."
"Mom, I'm ringing it" I said, twisting my arm out of her grasp and pushing it.
A few seconds later the door opened revealing a new maid. We had last been here three weeks ago, as they had gone on a trip to Europe. My mom had found out they knew about Max when grandma had called to leave a good ten minute message on the machine about it.
"Hi" I said to the maid, who just bowed her head and lead us to the sitting room, where my grandparents were sitting.
"Hello!" my grandma said, standing and giving me a quick kiss and hug.
"Hi grandma! Hi grandpa!" I said to both of them, putting a smile on my face.
"Hi mom. Dad" my mom said flatly.
"Hello Lorelai" my grandmother said cooly.
"Would you like something to drink?" my grandfather asked, as we sat down on the loveseat.
"Alcohol for me!" my mom said very quickly.
"Big surprise Lorelai" my grandmother said, giving her a look.
"So Grandma how was your trip?"
"It was wonderful! I wish you could have come along! We saw so many beautiful sights. We decided we must go again next year."
"Meet any interesting strangers?" my mom asked
"Pardon Lorelai?" grandma asked.
"Well meet any exotic, hot, nice strangers? Come on you had to of! They always are the best stories of any trip!"
"Sorry to disapoint but I don't believe we did" Richard said, sitting down again.
"How was your trip to Harvard?" my grandma asked.
"How did you know about that?" my mom rushed out before I could say great.
"Well I am your mother. People do inform me of these things. I do believe when we got the call about how your wedding was called off, the mention was made that you had fled."
"No one knew where we were going though" she shot back.
"We had fun though Grandma! We even went into the lecture hall, and I talked to the professor...but then she dragged me out of there because we had to go" I added to hopefully distract my grandmother.
I knew tonight would be akward but so far everything had been forced and as formal as possible. Now the frustrations were coming out.
"So how did you find out we went to Harvard mom? Hire someone to follow us?" my mom asked crossing her arms.
"If you must know Lorelai, Tristan's mother mentioned it to me at a luncheon on Tuesday. She asked me how you guys enjoyed it. So of course I had no inkling that you guys had gone, so a few exaggerations were made on my part. It's nice to know that Rory's boyfriends mother knows more about your two's lives then I do."
"Mrs. Gilmore, supper is served" the maid announced timidly from the doorway.
Luckily before the arguing could continue my grandfather stood up and said, "Well I am certainly hungry so why don't we all head to the dining room and Rory you can tell me some more about what you guys did at Harvard."
Both my grandmother and my mom were still giving each other evil looks, but they followed us into the dining room. I could tell already this dinner conversation was not going to be pretty. -----------------------------------------------------
"Why can my mother not mind her own business?" my mom ranted as we drove back to Stars Hollow. I had made up an excuse of having a lot of homework to do so that the torture would end.
"Well I mean we didn't exactly tell her everything that was going on while they were away."
"So? She wasn't even involved in my life until last year. She could live without me for nearly 16 years, she doesn't have to know every little detail in my life now!" she continued.
"Mom. Relax. Breathe. Think happy thoughts. Think of Tom Cruise in Risky Business thoughts, not kill my mother thoughts."
"But imagining my mother not being here is so nice. I mean there are just so many good things that would come from that."
"MOM!"
"Fine. Thinking of Tom Cruise in his underwear..."
"Good."
"Oh yeah. Sookie is going to drive me to work tomorrow, so you can have the jeep to go off to your lover boy's."
"You sure its not a problem?"
"Yep. Although actually leaving on a time could turn out to be a problem, but other then that no problems sighted."
"Good cause then I'll take the car to school, drop my stuff off at home and get ready, and I'll be able to make it to Tristan's on time."
"Seeing as how the bus is evil and all."
"No not the bus. The bus drivers. Who have to stop at some stops longer then others for unexplained reasons. And who don't understand that being on time is a good thing."
"We'll complain to the...wait who do you complain to for that?"
"THe bus people?"
"Then we'll go complain to them."
"Good plan."
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Aite all thats it for another part. Sorry takes so long for updates but im also working on redoing my cruel intentions-gilmore style fic which i posted b4 but i wrote it in one nite at like midnight so it needs plenty of revising. Part four will involve plenty of trory action and a lil drama with the Dugrey Friday Night Dinner. As always please read and review.