What develops in the Darkroom

Chapter 22: I don't want to be a daughter of America!

Disclaimer: Don't own it (some dreams never will come true)

Pairings: T/R P/J L/L

Rating: PG

Note: this is Thursday and sorry a jumper is Australian for a sweater (soz!)

Rory grabbed her books from her locker and hurried to her Photography class

Sliding in just before the bell rang Rory groaned as she caught sight of the only seat empty in the classroom

'What is with me today? I forgot Lukes was closed for the renovations, I didn't get any coffee from home, I was late to the bus, I left my book at home and now here she was late to class having to sit next to Tristan

"Morning Beautiful" greeted Tristan

Rory ignored him

"Ice queen" mumbled Tristan

"Excuse me?" Rory asked

"Nothing"

"What you actually think I would speak to you after that stunt you pulled last night?"

"Mary, going to a dance with me can hardly be that awful" said Tristan as the photography teacher handed out information sheets

"Going to a normal dance with you wouldn't be bad" Rory admitted

Tristan's face quickly lit up but was then squashed as Rory said

"But the daughters of America dance? With all those snobby people not to mention how much my Grandma will be pressuring me to come out" finished Rory angrily

"It can't be that bad Mary"

"I don't want to be a daughter of America!" said Rory loudly

The rest of the class turned and stared

John quickly snapped a photo of Rory's anger and Tristan's dejected look

The two returned to their work

After quickly filling out the information sheet Rory looked up to see a note on her desk

It read:

So what time should I pick you up tomorrow night?

Rory glared at Tristan

Tristan met her glare with a wide smile

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