woah! chapter 10! i changed part of chapter 1 (Leaving All She Knew).
nothing that screws up the story. i just made jess be here best friend
instead of boyfriend. i needed to do that to set up a chapter later in
the story. so if you wanna re-read it, go head, but that's the basic
idea. thanks for sticking with me and the story through all these
chapters so far! i love you guys!
oh, and i reposted this one, so hopefully u can see it! sorry for the
inconvenience. i have no idea what happend.
***
disclaimer: i get aproximately 15 dollars a week because i dont have a
job. considering the people who own the show Gilmore Girls would never
sell me the rights for $15, i think everyone can assume i don't own
the show.
***
Chapter 10: The Dugrey 'Cottage'
***
"Tristan," Rory said as she took her seat next to Tristan in
their last class of the day. "When are we going to work on our project?
Its due Tuesday and its already Friday. We've had the assignment for
like two weeks now."
Tristan shrugged his shoulders. "What can I tell you, I'm a
procrastinator."
"Which is exactly why I would have never picked you as my
partner."
"What's new can't kill you."
"Maybe so, but if we don't work on this project maybe I'll
kill YOU." Rory began flipping through a notebook filled with writing.
"I already took down some notes from the chapter. We could make a poster
or something. I would invite you over to my house to work on it, but
its still kind of a mess from moving. We're not even close to being
done with unpacking."
"We can do it at my place," Tristan offered. "If you wanna
work on it so bad you can come over after school. I'll give you a ride
home."
Rory smiled. "Good."
*****
"Hey Mom," Rory said. She was calling Lorelai on her cell
phone from the front seat of Tristan's vintage convertible. "I'm going
over to Tristan's to work on a project."
"Ooh! Sounds like fun. But now who am I going to eat pancakes
with?" Lorelai asked.
"Bob."
"Bob?"
"Bob, your boyfriend."
"Oh yes. Bob. Well, maybe we'll just skip the pancakes and do
something a little more-"
"Gross!" Rory cried, causing Tristan to give her a sideways
glance.
"Well you have fun babe. Oh! And if he has anything in his
fridge other than pancakes steal it and bring it to me."
"Okay Mom. Bye."
"Bye."
"I have been instructed to steal all the food in your house
that isn't pancakes," Rory informed Tristan.
He smiled. "Why doesn't your mom just go to the grocery store?"
Rory laughed. "My mom? Cook? Do you want this whole town going
up into flames?"
Tristan laughed. "Point taken."
At that moment, he pulled into a driveway of a house a little
larger than Rory's grandparents.
"We're here," he said, getting out of the car. "Welcome to my
casa."
"Wait, Tristan, this is your house?" she asked, amazed. The
four story house was easily three hundred years old, beautifully restored
of course.
"Yeah," Tristan said, not seeing what Rory was so amazed with.
Rory just stood in the driveway, her mouth hanging open slightly at the
sight of this 'summer cottage.'
"This house is bigger than my grandparents," Rory said softly,
absolutely amazed at the magnitude of the house.
"Want a tour?" he asked. Rory nodded eagerly, following him
into the house.
"Well, here it is," he said, flipping on a light as they walked
into a grand entrance room.
Rory followed him through the house, her breath taken away by
the ornate woodwork and beautifully paintings that decorated the rooms.
"How many rooms does this place have?" she asked.
"Eighteen bedrooms. There's a ballroom on the third floor. The
house has been in the family since the 1700's. Apparently President
Washington slept in one of the bedrooms," Tristan said as he lead her
through the house.
"President Washington?" Rory asked, completely shocked. "Wow,
that's amazing. When you told me you were living in your Aunt's summer
house I never imagined it would be anything like this."
"Well, I guess it's not really my Aunt's. It's everybody's. But
she uses it the most. But I guess I can see what you mean. Its no one
room cabin on a lake is it?" Tristan replied, looking around the room
and seeing the house through Rory's eyes which were unaccustomed to such
splendor. Sure, her grandparents had a nice house, but it couldn't
compare to this.
They came to a casual living room pushed far back in the house.
"And this would be my space," he said as he walked into the room. "When
we're all here in the summertime this is my retreat to get away from the
family. No one bothers to come back here because its so out of the way.
And so modern."
Rory looked around the room. It held two overstuffed sofas
and a huge flat screen TV with a Playstation 2 and an X-Box hooked up
to it. Strewn around the room were potato chip bags and lots of dirty
dishes. "A definite bachelors pad," Rory thought to herself with a smile.
"Definitely Tristan."
"I, uh, would have cleaned up if I knew you were coming over
today," he said, noticing Rory staring at a pile of plates on one of
the side tables.
"I don't mind at all. It's not like my house is the tidiest
place in the world. Mom and I avoid cleaning at all causes," Rory
assured him. She plopped down on one of the couches and began
pulling out her text book and notes to begin the project.
***
a/n: sorry for the kinda crappy chapter. its just a filler chapter leading
in to chapter eleven, which is posted too. aren't you lucky?
nothing that screws up the story. i just made jess be here best friend
instead of boyfriend. i needed to do that to set up a chapter later in
the story. so if you wanna re-read it, go head, but that's the basic
idea. thanks for sticking with me and the story through all these
chapters so far! i love you guys!
oh, and i reposted this one, so hopefully u can see it! sorry for the
inconvenience. i have no idea what happend.
***
disclaimer: i get aproximately 15 dollars a week because i dont have a
job. considering the people who own the show Gilmore Girls would never
sell me the rights for $15, i think everyone can assume i don't own
the show.
***
Chapter 10: The Dugrey 'Cottage'
***
"Tristan," Rory said as she took her seat next to Tristan in
their last class of the day. "When are we going to work on our project?
Its due Tuesday and its already Friday. We've had the assignment for
like two weeks now."
Tristan shrugged his shoulders. "What can I tell you, I'm a
procrastinator."
"Which is exactly why I would have never picked you as my
partner."
"What's new can't kill you."
"Maybe so, but if we don't work on this project maybe I'll
kill YOU." Rory began flipping through a notebook filled with writing.
"I already took down some notes from the chapter. We could make a poster
or something. I would invite you over to my house to work on it, but
its still kind of a mess from moving. We're not even close to being
done with unpacking."
"We can do it at my place," Tristan offered. "If you wanna
work on it so bad you can come over after school. I'll give you a ride
home."
Rory smiled. "Good."
*****
"Hey Mom," Rory said. She was calling Lorelai on her cell
phone from the front seat of Tristan's vintage convertible. "I'm going
over to Tristan's to work on a project."
"Ooh! Sounds like fun. But now who am I going to eat pancakes
with?" Lorelai asked.
"Bob."
"Bob?"
"Bob, your boyfriend."
"Oh yes. Bob. Well, maybe we'll just skip the pancakes and do
something a little more-"
"Gross!" Rory cried, causing Tristan to give her a sideways
glance.
"Well you have fun babe. Oh! And if he has anything in his
fridge other than pancakes steal it and bring it to me."
"Okay Mom. Bye."
"Bye."
"I have been instructed to steal all the food in your house
that isn't pancakes," Rory informed Tristan.
He smiled. "Why doesn't your mom just go to the grocery store?"
Rory laughed. "My mom? Cook? Do you want this whole town going
up into flames?"
Tristan laughed. "Point taken."
At that moment, he pulled into a driveway of a house a little
larger than Rory's grandparents.
"We're here," he said, getting out of the car. "Welcome to my
casa."
"Wait, Tristan, this is your house?" she asked, amazed. The
four story house was easily three hundred years old, beautifully restored
of course.
"Yeah," Tristan said, not seeing what Rory was so amazed with.
Rory just stood in the driveway, her mouth hanging open slightly at the
sight of this 'summer cottage.'
"This house is bigger than my grandparents," Rory said softly,
absolutely amazed at the magnitude of the house.
"Want a tour?" he asked. Rory nodded eagerly, following him
into the house.
"Well, here it is," he said, flipping on a light as they walked
into a grand entrance room.
Rory followed him through the house, her breath taken away by
the ornate woodwork and beautifully paintings that decorated the rooms.
"How many rooms does this place have?" she asked.
"Eighteen bedrooms. There's a ballroom on the third floor. The
house has been in the family since the 1700's. Apparently President
Washington slept in one of the bedrooms," Tristan said as he lead her
through the house.
"President Washington?" Rory asked, completely shocked. "Wow,
that's amazing. When you told me you were living in your Aunt's summer
house I never imagined it would be anything like this."
"Well, I guess it's not really my Aunt's. It's everybody's. But
she uses it the most. But I guess I can see what you mean. Its no one
room cabin on a lake is it?" Tristan replied, looking around the room
and seeing the house through Rory's eyes which were unaccustomed to such
splendor. Sure, her grandparents had a nice house, but it couldn't
compare to this.
They came to a casual living room pushed far back in the house.
"And this would be my space," he said as he walked into the room. "When
we're all here in the summertime this is my retreat to get away from the
family. No one bothers to come back here because its so out of the way.
And so modern."
Rory looked around the room. It held two overstuffed sofas
and a huge flat screen TV with a Playstation 2 and an X-Box hooked up
to it. Strewn around the room were potato chip bags and lots of dirty
dishes. "A definite bachelors pad," Rory thought to herself with a smile.
"Definitely Tristan."
"I, uh, would have cleaned up if I knew you were coming over
today," he said, noticing Rory staring at a pile of plates on one of
the side tables.
"I don't mind at all. It's not like my house is the tidiest
place in the world. Mom and I avoid cleaning at all causes," Rory
assured him. She plopped down on one of the couches and began
pulling out her text book and notes to begin the project.
***
a/n: sorry for the kinda crappy chapter. its just a filler chapter leading
in to chapter eleven, which is posted too. aren't you lucky?
