Tears – Part 17  [He left?]

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"Wow, pretty," Lorelai commented, as she stepped into the Stafford Springs home.

"It is, isn't it?" Evelyn grinned from behind her, looking around the house, her eyes twinkling with excitement.

Before Lorelai had a chance to reply, Arthur DuGray entered the home slowly. His facial expression said it all. He was downright furious. "His car's gone," he growled.

"No," Lorelai gasped "The bastard! Where's my daughter? You promised she would be here, where the hell is she? My poor baby!"

"Ms. Gilmore, calm down," he said slowly, annoyance flickered through his gray eyes.

"I will not!" Lorelai yelled loudly "Where is my daughter, you evil little man? Where is she?"

Evelyn had left the two to roam the grounds of her once loved home. Sighing uncomfortably, Arthur DuGray shifted his feet under Lorelai's cruel glare. "How could have they known?" he asked to no one in particular, this comment caused Lorelai to bite her tongue to keep from laughing.

"I want my baby here! Who knows what you're son could have done to her?"

"My son? It's pretty obvious that you're daughter forced my son into running away with her!" Arthur yelled back.

Lorelai was now angry, no one wanted to see her angry. She was ready to pounce.

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Rory munched on the barbeque chips thoughtfully, watching as Tristan as he was concentrated on the road before him. Sighing lightly, she took a large sip of her cola (the convenient store didn't have coffee) and started biting her nails anxiously.

"Would you stop that," Tristan replied, his head kept to the road "You're making me nervous."

"You don't need to be nervous," Rory murmured.

"I don't? I beg to differ."

"Well, then beg," she answered, stuffing more chips into her mouth.

"I'm your boyfriend Rory,"

"Thanks for that, I was wondering who you where."

Tristan rolled his eyes "I mean, we're running away together, going to your fathers house… oh did I forget to mention that I'm your boyfriend."

"Thank you again," she grinned.

"He's going to want my head," he said under his breath.

Rory kissed his cheek, surprising Tristan but managed to control his vehicle perfectly "I won't let him," she smiled.

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"You little evil munchkin!" Lorelai replied loudly.

"Munchkin? I beg your pardon!" the yelling continued.

"My daughter did not force your son into running! It's quite the opposite really…" Lorelai glared in a sinister way.

"Why would my son do that? And with her of all people?" Arthur spat disgusted.

He did not just say that.

Lorelai fumed. "So my daughter's not good enough for your son?"

"Precisely. I'm glad you understand Ms. Gilmore," Arthur grinned. With that, he turned around, stepping from the house slowly. "Oh," he said, turning to face Lorelai "I assume you have a ride back to… where you came from," his eyes glittered.

"You little…" Lorelai chased after him, but it was too late, he had stepped into his limo and the black vehicle drove off.

"I sure did miss this – where's Arthur?" Evelyn asked, looking around, perplexed.

Lorelai sighed, cringing as he heard her wail.

"He left?!"

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"You ring it," she whispered.

"I certainly will not. You ring it!" he whispered back.

"Ring.the.damn.doorbell." she hissed.

"Make.me," he answered back.

Grabbing Tristan's hand, Rory forced his index to push the minuscule little black button.

"Thank you," she smiled sweetly.

The bulky white doors opened, a man uniformed in a black suit and white tie met the couple. He looked rather polish. His gray hair was slicked back and he wore white gloves. He looked at the couple with his kind brown eyes.

"Hi, I'm Rory Gilmore and this is my boyfriend Tristan DuGray and we're…"

"Yes, yes I know who you are," he smiled "Do come in."

Tristan and Rory entered the house. Rory looked astonished. Her father lived here? He had two houses that much she knew, and she was only used to the house he owned at Hartford. But living in a house like this, it was huge. Rory and Tristan followed the butler into the living room.

"My name is Charles Bennington, but call me Charles. Your father, I'm afraid is out of town for two weeks," he looked at Rory, who hid her glee "But he said to make yourselves at home," he turned to Tristan "Now come with me young man and I'll show you your bedroom."

Rory watched patiently as Charles escorted Tristan upstairs. She walked over to the leather chair, sitting down quickly. Looking around the room, she found it homey. Sighing, she listened to Charles footsteps as he descended down the stairs. Standing up, she waited for the elderly man.

"And if you follow me, Ms. Gilmore, I'll show you to your room."

Rory followed Charles. Holding her large duffel bag close to her. They stopped in front of a room; he smiled at her and opened the door, allowing her entrance.

"Now if you need anything, just help yourself or call me or one of the maids."

Rory nodded, watching him leave she shut the door quietly. She looked around in awe. The room was just absolutely… beautiful. Dropping her duffel bag onto the four-poster bed, she walked around, examining the room carefully. Rory walked to the bathroom, but found someone in the room.

"What are you doing in my bathroom?" she glared, putting her hands onto her hips.

"This is my bathroom," he said, glaring back.

She broke into a smile "Looks like we'll be sharing a bathroom, what was my dad thinking?"

Smirking, his arms found her waist immediately. "This is gonna be fun," he whispered into her ear. He kissed her neck, sucking on a particular spot as she moaned lightly.

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Nothing was really established in this chapter. I just wrote whatever came to me. Sorry it took so long, I've been so busy with work and my whole body feels like crap. I've been working extra shifts almost everyday (what can I say, I need money lol).

Thank you guys so much for the reviews. They are greatly appreciated. And sorry for the lack of fluffiness in this chapter. Next chapter will surely have tons (I hope lol).

- RockerFreak