author's note: heh, I know I said I'd discontinue this story but I was bored one day and after reading through the first 10 chapters I realized that I wanted to know how it ended. When I finally realized that I was the idiot who left this hanging I formatted every chapter and then I started writing this one. I hope y'all like it!
disclaimer: What a surprise…I don't own Gilmore Girls!
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The Trouble With Kids
Chapter 11: Pink, the color of our lives
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They broke away from the hug and both instantly felt awkward. Tristan nervously rubbed the back of his neck and Rory tried to stick her hands in her back pockets only to realize she had none.
"So…" Tristan said running his fingers through his hair.
Rory gave a weak smile. "Has anyone ever told you that you're very articulate?"
"Har har Rory. Now do you care to elaborate on how you plan to accomplish your little mission impossible?" Tristan asked one eyebrow raised.
"Well Tom Cruise, I was thinking a little 'blast from the past' at my mom's gala?"
"Very creative Gilmore."
Rory snorted. "This coming from the guy whose wardrobe has absolutely nothing pink in his wardrobe."
"Pink is a very feminine color mademoiselle."
She rolled her eyes. "You're such a guy." And as the banter continued as they brainstormed.
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Lane smoothed out the pink silk. Pink. Why did she buy this dress again? Oh yeah, because her insane best friend had convinced her that she looked fabulous in it. Ack. Pink. It meant Valentines Day and baby girls, two things that she would likely never have the opportunity to enjoy, all because of… him. She mentally slapped herself. Reminiscing never helped a girl. She was going to go to this thing in man-eater mode and she was going to completely forget him. Even as she stared at the reflection of the girl in the knee-length pink dress with her hair in a chignon she didn't believe it.
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He was so going to kill his sister. Pink. What was she thinking? Fine, so he had told her to pick something for him to where to the gala but pink? He was going to look like Regis Philbin in this getup. Jules was so going to get it.
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Pink. Her hair was pink. Well, an almost-pink strawberry blonde. She was going to look like a freaking pixie, and more than that pink and ice blue didn't exactly complement each other. As she browsed her closet she swore she was going to sue whoever made that damn shampoo.
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Lorelai surveyed the ballroom, white and pink. Damn her mother. If she hadn't been so blah, it would be white and pink leopard print. But no…stupid rich people would be petrified if they saw that. There was absolutely nothing wrong with pink leopard print, the people in Las Vegas loved it so why couldn't Emily Gilmore? She snorted. The idea of Emily Gilmore in a Las Vegas hotel room was extremely funny, it could be a hit movie, Emily goes to Vegas. Giggling she went into the kitchen to make sure Sookie hadn't killed herself yet.
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Paris stared at her reflection. She swore she already looked fat. What would she look like in eight more months? She turned around trying to see what pose she looked best in. Suddenly she heard a low, rumbling chuckle.
"I think I'm dreaming. Is Paris Gellar being vain?" Jess laughed at his own words.
"Shut up! This dress makes me look fat doesn't it?" She frowned.
Jess couldn't control himself, he laughed hysterically. Paris' frown only deepened. "What kind of husband are you? I'm already getting fat. I'll be so fat by the end of this pregnancy I won't be able to get out of a chair."
Jess held back his laughter this time. "You're beautiful Paris. Even if you weigh 700 pounds and we have to use a crane to get you to the hospital I'll still love you." After looking at her horrified face he let out a laugh.
Grinning he whispered, "Close your eyes, I have a surprise."
She obliged and felt something warm around her neck. Opening them again she gasped. It was an exquisite necklace of pinkish pearls. Jess smiled at her reaction.
"This is amazing…how did you…"
"The world must be coming to an end. Paris Gellar has been vain and speechless on the same day!" She glared and he grinned. "I thought you might need a little lift with all those crazy hormones and stuff."
Paris threw her arms around him and nuzzled her face in his neck. "You are the sweetest thing alive."
Patting her back gently he replied, "Shh…don't go around spreading that stuff, I have a reputation."
She smacked his shoulder and smiled.
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Tristan parked his car on the curb. Why was he here again? Oh yeah. He was going to work behind-the-scenes with his ex-wife at his ex-mother-in-law's huge party to get his ex-wife's best friend back together with one of his old friends. He sighed. When did his life turn into a soap opera? Walking through the doors he met the concierge, Françoise, at the door to the ballroom where the man was perusing the guest list.
"Bonjour Françoise." Tristan said cheerily.
"Monsieur DuGrey, it's nice to see you around again. Mademoiselle Rory left a note here for you." He replied handing him a pink envelope, groaning slightly at her color choice he opened it.
Mr. Masculinity-
Everything's all set. Let operation underwear begin. Meet me in the lounge at 8:05. I have your outfit all set.
The note wasn't signed but he could recognize that slanted script anywhere. He had to hand it to her, operation underwear? And his outfit? He dreaded finding out what she had planned for him.
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This was more of a filler chapter. The next one will be out in a while depending on how busy or unbusy I am. Review and enjoy!
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