A/N: to one of the other 'me's I'm not British, I'm Australian! Thanx very
much for the reviews everybody!
Chapter 7: The Party
************************* Friday evening **************************
Rory looked at herself in the mirror for the 3rd time. She straightened her skirt and adjusted her hair clip. There! Perfect. She bent down and put her shoes on, taking care not to crease her black cotton skirt. She stood back up and grabbed her handbag, then wandered out into the kitchen where Loralei was already waiting to drive Rory to the get-well party.
"Looks good Babe!" Rory's mum commented.
"Thankyou!" Rory did a little twirl to show her mum her outfit.
Loralei got up and grabbed her keys and then wandered out of the kitchen and towards the door. Rory followed on behind with 2 cups of coffee in hand. The pair both hopped into the car and buckled their seat belts.
"Coffee."
"Here." Rory handed Loralei a cup of coffee.
************************** At the party ***************************
Rory jumped out of the car and waved her Mum goodbye. She wandered down the path that lead to The Dugrey residence's front door. She pressed the doorbell and waited for somebody to answer. Mrs Anne Dugrey opened the door and let Rory in.
"Hi!" Mrs Dugrey greeted, "It's Rory isn't it?"
"Yes it is." Rory replied.
"Everyone is in the backyard. There's refreshments outside."
"Thanx very much."
Rory Gilmore followed the insessant noise and found herself standing at the back door leading to the huge backyard. She opened the door and stepped out into the fresh air. A cool breeze lapped at her face before the crowd that filled the Dugrey yard swallowed her up. She mingled in the crowd, chatting to those that she knew. There were lots of Tirstan's friends from Chilton, as well as relatives, family friends and Tristan's friends from elsewhere. After walking amongst the crowd for half an hour or so, she finally managed to meet up with Paris.
"Hey Paris!" Rory yelled out over the heads of some people near-by. "Where have you been? I've been wandering around this place for ages looking for you!"
"I don't know where you looked, but I've been here all along." Paris replied.
"Oh."
"I didn't think you'd come." Paris remarked, sounding a little surprised.
"Either did I."
Rory looked over Paris's shoulder to see a tall blonde standing with a glass in hand, just behind Paris.
"Oh, sorry. I forgot to introduce you to my friend." Paris repositioned herself so that all three girls could see each other.
"Rory, this is my friend Giselle. We've met at debating finals a couple of times. Giselle, this is my friend Rory from Chilton."
The two newly aquainted nodded their heads at each other and said their greetings.
Soon the three girls were deep in conversation about school and extracurricular activites. It was clear to Rory that Giselle was just as much an academicly talented and consiencous student as Paris. Though she seemed to be a bit less uptight than Paris. She came across as smart and focused, yet still fun and layed back. They talked about grades, teachers, assignments, reports etc. The converstaion was quite intense, so eventually Rory decided to leave the converstaion and go else where, as she was getting a little bored. She wandered around the large yard, stopping here and there to talk to a familiar face. After wandereing amongst, what seemed like multitudes for a fair while, she spotted a very inviting garden seat, positioned nicely next to a fountain. She was soon seated comfortably in the garden seat and without realising she fell asleep to the sound of the light, soothing trickling of the fountain.
While Rory was sleeping, Tristan was busy entertaining his many guests, most of which he did not even recognise, yet alone remember. For example his cousin Annette from England, who he supposedly played with for much of his childhood and the son of Dr Robert Jnr who he apparently met at a ball for his distant cousin Raymond. All these people, so few of which he was on close terms with. He spent as much time as he could with his safe aquaintance - cousin David (who he did remember). Conversation was comfortable and easy going with his cousin. They knew each other well, as they saw each other almost every month and kept in contact. They also had much in common. A rich family, overpowering parents and a lot of responsibilities, none of which they asked for or ever desired. But of course he wasn't able to speak to David for long before he was dragged away to talk to another stranger. He had to pretend he knew SOOO many people! Why his mother allowed his friends to hold this party he couldn't figure out. She usually was rather against such 'extremities' and outragous 'time- wasters'. She'd practicly invited the whole neighbourhood, all known relatives, everyone who went to Chilton AND all the family's aquaintances. Maybe it wasn't quite that big but whatever it was, it could be classified as mahem as far as Tristan was concerned.
"TOO many people!" Tristan complained, pretending to pull his hair out.
"Chill out Tristan. Just sneak back into the house before your Mum drags you off to speak to someone." David reassured.
Tristan let out a long, heavy sigh.
"Get outta here, your Mum's coming." David warned.
Tristan quickly snuck back into the house, leaving David to deal with his Mum.
"Where is he Dave?" Mrs Dugrey questioned.
"No idea."
"But I thought I saw him over here a second ago..."
"Must have been someone else."
"OK. Well if you see him then let him know that Erica wants to meet him."
"Will do."
Mrs Dugrey quickly returned to gossip with her friends. David scoured the crowd, looking for that girl with the dirty blonde coloured hair he'd seen earlier. It didn't take long for him to spot her. She was busy talking to a tall blonde girl who he recognised to be one of Tristan's past girlfriends and a friend of the family. What was her name again.? Giselle, that's right! He made his way over to the pair and immediately came into eyecontact with Giselle.
"OMG Dave! I haven't seen you in like forever!" Giselle gushed. "How have you been?"
"Fine, and you?"
"I've been great! When was the last time we saw each other? It must have been that time at your Mum's 40th party."
"Yes I think it was."
Giselle turned to Paris and smiled before starting up again in her contagious flow of excited chatter.
"Paris, this is my friend Dave, well technicaly David."
Paris cooly took Dave's offered hand and shook it with a firm grip.
"How did you get to know Giselle?" Dave asked a smiling Paris.
"We've been to debating finals together and we sorta kept in touch after that. What about yourself?"
"Family friends. Oh, and Giselle here used to be Tristan's Girlfriend so we've been to 'social events' togther."
"You never told me that!" Paris directed her accusation at Giselle.
"Well you never asked." Giselle retorted playfully.
"And how do you know Tristan?" Paris questioned Dave.
"We're cousins."
"Ohhhh! I've heard about you before. Tristan's mentioned you a couple of times."
"He has?"
"Never in detail." Paris explained, "Just passing comments."
"Well me and Tristan don't usualy talk about school and stuff so he hasn't mentioned your name to me before."
"Where is he?" Giselle quesioned. "I haven't spoken to him or seen him today."
"He's taken refuge inside the house."
"Too many people to have to meet and too many people he doen't know?" Giselle quesionted knowingly.
"Yep."
"Know the feeling."
Paris interupted the conversation.
"Do you know where Rory went?" Paris asked Giselle."I'm pretty sure she was planning to leave soon but I haven't seen her go out the door yet."
"Why don't you go look for her?" Giselle suggested. "I'll stand here and look out for her."
"Thanx. It was nice to meet you Dave. See you around." Paris went to leave but was stopped by a hand on her shoulder.
"Wait. I'll go with you." Dave announced.
"Really there's no need." Paris reassured.
"No. It's alright, I'll go with you."
So the young couple went in search of Rory.
Sooo. alright chapter? Please review!!! Thanx =
~ME~
Chapter 7: The Party
************************* Friday evening **************************
Rory looked at herself in the mirror for the 3rd time. She straightened her skirt and adjusted her hair clip. There! Perfect. She bent down and put her shoes on, taking care not to crease her black cotton skirt. She stood back up and grabbed her handbag, then wandered out into the kitchen where Loralei was already waiting to drive Rory to the get-well party.
"Looks good Babe!" Rory's mum commented.
"Thankyou!" Rory did a little twirl to show her mum her outfit.
Loralei got up and grabbed her keys and then wandered out of the kitchen and towards the door. Rory followed on behind with 2 cups of coffee in hand. The pair both hopped into the car and buckled their seat belts.
"Coffee."
"Here." Rory handed Loralei a cup of coffee.
************************** At the party ***************************
Rory jumped out of the car and waved her Mum goodbye. She wandered down the path that lead to The Dugrey residence's front door. She pressed the doorbell and waited for somebody to answer. Mrs Anne Dugrey opened the door and let Rory in.
"Hi!" Mrs Dugrey greeted, "It's Rory isn't it?"
"Yes it is." Rory replied.
"Everyone is in the backyard. There's refreshments outside."
"Thanx very much."
Rory Gilmore followed the insessant noise and found herself standing at the back door leading to the huge backyard. She opened the door and stepped out into the fresh air. A cool breeze lapped at her face before the crowd that filled the Dugrey yard swallowed her up. She mingled in the crowd, chatting to those that she knew. There were lots of Tirstan's friends from Chilton, as well as relatives, family friends and Tristan's friends from elsewhere. After walking amongst the crowd for half an hour or so, she finally managed to meet up with Paris.
"Hey Paris!" Rory yelled out over the heads of some people near-by. "Where have you been? I've been wandering around this place for ages looking for you!"
"I don't know where you looked, but I've been here all along." Paris replied.
"Oh."
"I didn't think you'd come." Paris remarked, sounding a little surprised.
"Either did I."
Rory looked over Paris's shoulder to see a tall blonde standing with a glass in hand, just behind Paris.
"Oh, sorry. I forgot to introduce you to my friend." Paris repositioned herself so that all three girls could see each other.
"Rory, this is my friend Giselle. We've met at debating finals a couple of times. Giselle, this is my friend Rory from Chilton."
The two newly aquainted nodded their heads at each other and said their greetings.
Soon the three girls were deep in conversation about school and extracurricular activites. It was clear to Rory that Giselle was just as much an academicly talented and consiencous student as Paris. Though she seemed to be a bit less uptight than Paris. She came across as smart and focused, yet still fun and layed back. They talked about grades, teachers, assignments, reports etc. The converstaion was quite intense, so eventually Rory decided to leave the converstaion and go else where, as she was getting a little bored. She wandered around the large yard, stopping here and there to talk to a familiar face. After wandereing amongst, what seemed like multitudes for a fair while, she spotted a very inviting garden seat, positioned nicely next to a fountain. She was soon seated comfortably in the garden seat and without realising she fell asleep to the sound of the light, soothing trickling of the fountain.
While Rory was sleeping, Tristan was busy entertaining his many guests, most of which he did not even recognise, yet alone remember. For example his cousin Annette from England, who he supposedly played with for much of his childhood and the son of Dr Robert Jnr who he apparently met at a ball for his distant cousin Raymond. All these people, so few of which he was on close terms with. He spent as much time as he could with his safe aquaintance - cousin David (who he did remember). Conversation was comfortable and easy going with his cousin. They knew each other well, as they saw each other almost every month and kept in contact. They also had much in common. A rich family, overpowering parents and a lot of responsibilities, none of which they asked for or ever desired. But of course he wasn't able to speak to David for long before he was dragged away to talk to another stranger. He had to pretend he knew SOOO many people! Why his mother allowed his friends to hold this party he couldn't figure out. She usually was rather against such 'extremities' and outragous 'time- wasters'. She'd practicly invited the whole neighbourhood, all known relatives, everyone who went to Chilton AND all the family's aquaintances. Maybe it wasn't quite that big but whatever it was, it could be classified as mahem as far as Tristan was concerned.
"TOO many people!" Tristan complained, pretending to pull his hair out.
"Chill out Tristan. Just sneak back into the house before your Mum drags you off to speak to someone." David reassured.
Tristan let out a long, heavy sigh.
"Get outta here, your Mum's coming." David warned.
Tristan quickly snuck back into the house, leaving David to deal with his Mum.
"Where is he Dave?" Mrs Dugrey questioned.
"No idea."
"But I thought I saw him over here a second ago..."
"Must have been someone else."
"OK. Well if you see him then let him know that Erica wants to meet him."
"Will do."
Mrs Dugrey quickly returned to gossip with her friends. David scoured the crowd, looking for that girl with the dirty blonde coloured hair he'd seen earlier. It didn't take long for him to spot her. She was busy talking to a tall blonde girl who he recognised to be one of Tristan's past girlfriends and a friend of the family. What was her name again.? Giselle, that's right! He made his way over to the pair and immediately came into eyecontact with Giselle.
"OMG Dave! I haven't seen you in like forever!" Giselle gushed. "How have you been?"
"Fine, and you?"
"I've been great! When was the last time we saw each other? It must have been that time at your Mum's 40th party."
"Yes I think it was."
Giselle turned to Paris and smiled before starting up again in her contagious flow of excited chatter.
"Paris, this is my friend Dave, well technicaly David."
Paris cooly took Dave's offered hand and shook it with a firm grip.
"How did you get to know Giselle?" Dave asked a smiling Paris.
"We've been to debating finals together and we sorta kept in touch after that. What about yourself?"
"Family friends. Oh, and Giselle here used to be Tristan's Girlfriend so we've been to 'social events' togther."
"You never told me that!" Paris directed her accusation at Giselle.
"Well you never asked." Giselle retorted playfully.
"And how do you know Tristan?" Paris questioned Dave.
"We're cousins."
"Ohhhh! I've heard about you before. Tristan's mentioned you a couple of times."
"He has?"
"Never in detail." Paris explained, "Just passing comments."
"Well me and Tristan don't usualy talk about school and stuff so he hasn't mentioned your name to me before."
"Where is he?" Giselle quesioned. "I haven't spoken to him or seen him today."
"He's taken refuge inside the house."
"Too many people to have to meet and too many people he doen't know?" Giselle quesionted knowingly.
"Yep."
"Know the feeling."
Paris interupted the conversation.
"Do you know where Rory went?" Paris asked Giselle."I'm pretty sure she was planning to leave soon but I haven't seen her go out the door yet."
"Why don't you go look for her?" Giselle suggested. "I'll stand here and look out for her."
"Thanx. It was nice to meet you Dave. See you around." Paris went to leave but was stopped by a hand on her shoulder.
"Wait. I'll go with you." Dave announced.
"Really there's no need." Paris reassured.
"No. It's alright, I'll go with you."
So the young couple went in search of Rory.
Sooo. alright chapter? Please review!!! Thanx =
~ME~
