Title: Spring Fling
Author: lannah
Summary: Rory, Lorelai, Emily and Richard head out to the Dominican
Republic for spring break. Guess whom Rory meets?
Pairing: R/T of course!
Disclaimer: Sadly, I own zippidy-doo-daa of Gilmore Girls. If I did, then
Chad Michael Murray would still be on the show and he would be mine (and even if
they have nothing to do with Gilmore Girls, J-Boog from B2K and Orlando Bloom
would be mine too! Heehee!). Anywayz, all the characters and all that fun stuff
belong to the GG crew; the only thing that is mine is the plot (which will most
likely turn out to be pretty retarded, so I give you fair warning)!
A.N: Yay...I've been added to one more person's favourites list - this makes it a grand total of 2! - I'm so proud! Once again, thanx for the reviews!
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"Let's hit the beach!" Lorelai exclaimed, as soon as the group entered the foyer of their hotel.
"Lorelai please! Stop being so loud!" Emily snapped. "Don't you know we have to check in first, then unpack our belongings and only then you can go off and do what you want to do."
"Why do I feel like I'm five years old again?" Lorelai whispered to Rory.
She was met with a glare from Emily.
"Mean," Lorelai whispered, once Emily's back was turned and talking to the man at the check-in counter, to a giggling Rory.
"So, where'd lover-boy Tristan disappear off to?" Lorelai asked, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.
Rory rolled her eyes. "He is not my 'lover-boy'. Far from it."
"But you want him to be!"
"Since when?"
"Since you saw him looking all hot on the plane. Out of the Chilton uniform."
"I do not think Tristan's hot," Rory protested.
"I think you need glasses."
"Well if you think he's hot, you go out with him."
Lorelai sighed dramatically. "I wish. But where I come from, that would be considered pedophile."
"I don't think he's hot," Rory repeated.
"Liar liar, pants on fire," Lorelai sang.
"That's so old. Who says that now?"
"I do."
"Enough said."
"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?"
"Lorelai, Rory, come on," Richard called to the two.
"You like him," Lorelai said in the same sing-song voice.
"I'm staying far away from you," Rory grumbled, picking up her bag.
"You like Tristan. You like Tristan," Lorelai continued.
"Walking away now."
"You like Tristan. You like Tristan."
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"I say we put the picture here," Rory said pointing to the night table, beside her bed.
"What? And you get Orlando Bloom all to yourself? I think not!" Lorelai exclaimed. "He is going on the dresser in front of the beds, so when we wake up in the morning he's the first thing we see."
(A.N.: LOL!!!)
"Ooh, that's good. That could work," Rory agreed.
Lorelai then proceeded to grab the YM magazine out of Rory's hands and head out the door of the bedroom, into the living room area. She flopped down on the couch and stared at the centre-fold. "Major hotness!"
"Definitely," Rory agreed.
Lorelai looked at her mischievously.
Rory groaned. "If you start up on that Tristan thing again, I'm going to take that magazine away from you and not give it back. Ever!."
Lorelai gasped. "Evil child!"
Just then a voice at the door startled them. "Ohmygosh! Is that an Orlando Bloom picture?"
The two looked up to see a short, tanned, raven-haired girl looking in at the open doorway.
"Move over Tyra Banks," Lorelai murmured, as Rory nodded.
Lorelai jumped off the couch. "Yay, another fan! Come in child!"
The girl laughed. "I wanted that issue, but of course they were all sold out."
"We should have a Lord of the Rings party," Lorelai said.
"We should," Rory agreed, then smiled at the girl. "I'm Rory by the way. This is my mother - Lorelai."
"Yep, I'm her mommy."
"I'm sure she noticed that."
"Well I was just making sure she knew. Just in case she has a hot, thirty-something year old brother, who looks like Orlando Bloom," Lorelai grinned.
The girl laughed. "Nope sorry, it's just seventeen-year-old me. I'm Tatum."
"Family vacation?" Rory asked her.
"Yep. You too?"
"Uh huh. But add in a couple of grandparents to that."
Tatum nodded. "Well, I'm going to head back to my room before my mom comes yelling at me for not unpacking all my stuff," she said. "I don't really see the point in doing that, since we're only here for a week."
"Don't worry," Lorelai answered. "I feel your pain."
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Hey guys. Sorry no Trory-ness in this chapter. But Tristan'll come back soon. No worries. So how 'bout we get those reviews going huh?!! heehee!
