When Slumber Parties Go Coed

Disclaimer: The show doesn't belong to me, blah, blah, the idea of this fic is mine though, and the extra characters are mine too. Ok, so heres the second chapter, hope its not too awful. Thank you to the people who sent me reviews, they were greatly appreciated!

Chapter 2: The Entertainment Arrives

Doose's Market

" Sour Patch Kids ?"

" Check."

" Caramellos?"

" Yep."

" Tootsie Rolls?"

" In the basket last time I checked."

" Twizzlers?"

" Of course."

" Chips and dip?"

" Couldn't have a party without them."

" Unless it was a very lame party!"

" Yes a very lame party with decaffeinated teens, roaming the dance floor, thinking that the top window was the exit, and the toilet, was a punch bowl! What would the world come to!

" Now, who on this Earth would actually, even consider having a party, without chips and dip? I'm serious, name one party you've been too that hasn't served chips or dip, discluding any Harford, fancy, schmancy, parties?! "

" I can't say that I've been to too many parties in my teenage existence, but if I had to name one party that didn't serve the holy, sacred chips and dip, it would probably be, Sarah Costler's 9th birthday party. Instead she had this weird lime green jello mold that moved every time you walked past it. I don't think anybody actually ate it, except me."

" You ate a piece of the alien tested jello?" Lane looked like she was going to heave her morning-digested piece of her dried blueberry tofu muffin.

" Yeah I did, but it was only a small piece! I felt really bad! Her grandmother made it. And how would you feel, if your ninety-eight year old grandmother, made you a jello mold and nobody touched it because they were afraid one of her five cats might have gave birth to it!" Rory protested

" I would feel relieved that I didn't know anybody that would actually eat a piece of jello that could have partaken in some grotesque, birthing process!"

" It wasn't actually too bad, until my third bite, I could have sworn I swallowed a furball!" Rory said, shivering, remembering the limey, gooey substance, swishing around in her mouth, and holding her breath while she swallowed.

" And you call that ' not too bad'?" Lane asked questionably.

" Ok I admit it, it was terrible, gag worthy, I would have rather eaten an unwrapped, stale starburst, that had been sitting in my gym shoe, then have eaten another bite of that wobbly, green, ' swamp thing'! I am not kidding! That thing could have been the 'swamp thing's' child ! Thanks for bringing up old memories Lane, you're a real help in that department, let me tell ya!" she said in an exasperated tone.

" Sorry! How did we get into this discussion in the first place?"

" Um, we were going over the issue of how people cannot, not have chips an dip at a party, and that it should be illegal to not bring in chips without the dip, and if not the consequences would consist of spending a day with Kirk and his mother, or listening to all of Taylor's ideas of how we should make the town of Stars Hollow, a more, share your feelings, kind of place. Because of course it would be very beneficiary for the children." Rory said all in one breath.

" You just did that thing again."

" What thing?" she asked in a curious voice.

" That thing, you know the thing you do, and you say everything at once, in one breath? Maybe you should enter Marathon Talking."

" Oh that thing, are you sure I did that? Because I'm pretty sure I took a breath inbetween 'spending a day with kirk and his mother, and 'children'. I'm becoming more like my mother everyday. Watch, next I'll be threatening Jess to give me coffee in the morning." She said with a laugh.

" Rory? You kinda already do that."

" Well I'll be damed!"

And with that they went to pay for there, 'sure to give sugar high' junk food, and made there way over to the crap shack, to prepare for the party that would take place in less than four hours.

Meanwhile, they were taking their purchases home, Jess was doing a bit of scheming.

Luke and Jess's Apartment

Jess had just gotten off the phone with a very groggy Tristan. Apparently, he had been out late last night, due to last minute date plans. Jess could have sworn he heard Tristan say he was going to lie of the girls for a while. Ya know, do his own thing. But as soon as Tristan heard the words 'crash' and 'girls' he immidietly sounded more awake.

" So we will be crashing, a girls party tonight?"

" Yeah, DuGrey and Mariano style. Whatdya think?"

" I think I'm up for crashing a party. Whose party is it?"

" Oh, a friend of mine from Stars Hollow, shes cool, you'll like her. I just think she needs a break from the boring, almost every Saturday night, 'hang and crash' deal. You know what I mean? Its like, lately shes been zoning out, and won't notice I've been standing in front of her for the last ten minutes." Jess heard chucking on the other line.

" Maybe shes just tired of seeing you in her face all the time. You know, you weren't the luckiest one with the ladies, man." He said teasingly.

" Yeah, yeah, say what you think, but I actually dated this girl. So don't be pulling any of your bull-shit on her, because she doesn't go for your type."

" And what does she go for? Wanna be bad asses without a cause. Please! You know they all go for the blonde."

" Yeah, I would bet that she wouldn't say two words to you, but shes too nice, too good, for that." He said trying to convince his friend she wasn't another mindless android.

" Since, when does Jess Mariano, go for the nice ones, huh? Last time I checked you were fused at the lip, with that Natalie chick."

" So things didn't work out, with her. But I'm telling you now man, shes different, we may not be together, but I still care about her. And I swear on Metallica, that if you ever hurt her, or intend on even registering, even an ounce of heartache for her, because god knows shes had enough already. I would be forced to pull out the black mail card, and have to tell everybody about the Zane incident." Jess said warningly.

" You wouldn't stoop so low. Wait what am I saying, of course you would. All right, all right. I promise not to touch her, if, you tell me what her name is."

" Fine. Her names Rory."

The Crap Shack

" Are you shore you got all the supplies?"

" Yeah mom, we even got two chip dips."

" Of course, I don't blame you, a party isn't a party without chips and dip. What kinda lame ass party would this be if we didn't live up the mandatory, list of must have foods, in the Gilmore Girls, party handbook. "

" Uhh, not this again, stop her before she goes on about chips and dip." Lane pleaded.

" Um mom, did anyone call, for instance. Paris?"

" Uhhhh, hold on let me check." Lorelai went over to her styrefoam coffee cup, sitting on the rather small kitchen table. She picked it up and started turning it around.

" Mom, what are you doing?" Rory asked very confused.

" Oh, I couldn't find the paper, and while I was looking for the paper, I misplaced my pen, so I was forced to write on my coffee cup, with my lipstick! Can you believe it? My new lipstick too! I just bought it the other day, I was walking around Clinique, and there it was. Standing there, on that plastic display case, just waiting to be bought. It's really cute too, because it had a pink holder. And plus the color was the exact color of my new red dress, that I was planning on wearing, tonight. Oh guess what I have planned for tonight?" Lorelai asked excitedly.

" Hopefully, staying home with me and the girls, mocking the actors from all the movies we rented for tonight?!"

" I'm soo sorry babe, but would you mind if I bailed for tonight?" Lorelai looked at her daughter pleadingly.

Rory hadn't seen her mom go out on a date since she broke up with Max. Maybe this would be good for her, maybe she would stop fast forwarding through all the best scenes of the movies, because she couldn't stand these fake characters, being happy while she was decked out in her thermal coffee cup pj's, wallowing all the time.

" So whats his name?" Rory said with a smile on her face.

Lorelai broke out into a wide grin, happy that her daughter wouldn't be too mad at her if she went out for the night. They had been planning for two weeks. They were going to make sure that this party would be one of the best sleepovers that anybody had ever been to. It would be so amazing that Ripley's would come over and ask them to join there band of wonders of the world. But she never expected to be asked out by this cute architect, who had come to the Independence Inn, looking for a room to stay. They had settled into an easy conversation, and towards the end he had asked her out, to a fantastic little Italian restaurant out in Hartford. According to him, it had the best pasta sauce anyone could ever taste, and there coffee wasn't that bad either. So she agreed.

" Well his name is Edward, but he said that was kinda stuffy so I could just call him Eddy." As Lorelai was about to launch into full detail mode for her date that night, the phone rang.

Ring! Ring!

" Jeez, were is that thing." Lorelai said, while looking under a couch cushion.

" I'm starting to think that were not very organized people!" Rory shouted from the kitchen, looking through all the cabinets.

" That's because we aren't hon." Lorelai looked frustrated as she walked back into the kitchen.

" Wait. Do you hear that?"

" Yeah. The phone is ringing. Unless it stopped and I might just be hearing things."

" No, it sounds close by. Rory walked nearer to the refrigerator. She opened the door, and low and behold, the phone was sitting on top of the leftover pizza box from last week.

Rory turned to her mother and said, " I'm not even going to ask, how it got in there." She said with an all-knowing look. It had happened before. The phone had been misplaced. Last time it was in Rory's school shoe.

The phone kept ringing. You could tell that the caller obviously, wasn't going to give up, unless someone answered it.

" Hello?"

" Finally! Find the phone? Were was it this time, in the bathroom cabinet?" Paris's voice sounded amused. She had learned that, the Gilmore Girl's phone always ended up mysteriously disappearing. She didn't even think she had actually ever scene it in its holder.

" Hey Paris."

" So, the party is still on right? You haven't changed the time? So if I go, you'll be there to answer the door when I ring your doorbell, and I won' be left standing outside, in the freezing cold, like some lost pathetic puppy, looking for scraps, because its abusive owner kicked it out for stealing a beacon strip off there plait?"

" Yes Paris. We will not leave you outside, to suffer from stray dog syndrome. We will let you in, in your pink flannel pajamas, and we will party, we will stuff our faces, we will watch all the comical movies in all of comical movie history. You will dance, drink, get wasted, and end up in a sleezy guy's bed, wondering, what the hell did I do last night? And you will say, ' I went to a Gilmore party, and had the time of your life!' No matter how ugly the guy laying next to you is, with all the icky back hair. No does that sound like fun to you Paris?"

No answer.

" Paris, are you still there?"

Still no answer.

" Paris, you know I was only kidding, about the sleazy guy and getting wasted part. Unless you want to get wasted, then your on your own, because I have no intention of waking up in some stranger's bed, wishing I'd known what happened last night."

" Unless the guy was a Brad Pitt, David Boreanez look alike! In that case I would hope you'd have fun." Lorelai added.

" Yeah, unless it was Tom Cruise, Ben Affleck, Paul Walker, kinda guy. If its not, forget it man. Get your clothes and run!" Lane put in.

They were both giggling in the backround.

" So your saying that if I get wasted, and end up in some weird guy's bed, it would only be a good thing, if he looked like an Adonis?" Paris said.

" Yup! So are you still coming? Please come, we promise not to liquor you up, and send you into some no neck jock. Please?"

" Fine. But I've said it and I'll say it again. If you freeze my bra while I'm sleeping, I'm going to print an issue of the Franklin, with a big picture of you hugging a tree, too happily if I might add!"

" I told you! It was 'hug a tree day'. How many times do I have to say it?"

" Until I fully believe you. Knowing you Gilmore, you'd probably hug a lamp post or a mail box, if it was hug an inanimate object day."

" Fine don't believe me. I'll just have to paste that picture of you in your nightgown with zit cream all over your face, next to my picture. Now wouldn't that be a kick. Think about it, we could even have a poll going on, ' Who's Weirder? Gilmore or Geller?'"

" You still have that picture? I thought I told you to get rid of that!" Paris said shocked.

" You did. I just thought, it would be another crazy memory to have, when we get older, and I can show your future husband, what kinda woman hes getting involved with." She said teasingly.

" Just get rid of it, before I come over. I don't even wanna see that thing!"

" Ok, ok, consider it dissinerated." Rory said trying to reassure Paris.

" Good. Look I gotta go, get my things together. So I'll see you in a few hours?"

" I'll be waiting for you Paris. Because you know, a party cannot be started until the famous Paris Gellar, has arrived. On time I might add!" she said mockingly.

" Bye rory!"

" Seeya Paris!"

They hung up. Rory placed the small object next to the coffee maker, sure enough that it wouldn't be forgotten there.

" So what did Paris want?" Lane asked.

" She wanted to be sure, that we wouldn't get her drunk, and give her to a slime ball." Rory said laughing a bit.

" She should have known, we would have had fun first, then we would have boozed her up, and handed her over to a grease ball for the night." Lorelai, inputted.

" Yeah well. I don't think Paris, goes to many sleepovers, except the ones we have here. I think shes had bad experiences, in past sleepovers, that included freezing her purple, flower dotted bra in the freezer!" She said half jokingly.

" Ew, so we'll make this night memorable for her. What kind of food does she like?"

" Last time I check she liked carrot juice, and chocolate covered raisins."

" Gross! What kinda freak, eats semi healthy food at a party?"

" I think her mom is a little of a perfectionist. Paris probably gets it from her, but I think her mom pushes her too hard, like to be the top five of everything in school."

" Overbearing, snobby parents. Been there, done that! Almost got over it."

" Grandma and Grandpa aren't that bad. I think they just wanted what was best for you."

" Ror, you know Richard and Emily. It's like there the...the..overbearing, snobby, perfectionist twins. Honestly they were meant for each other. They were probably married in a past life, or having a deceiving love affair!"

" Ok, so they were a bit dis understanding, when they found out you were pregnant, who wouldn't be after finding out that there only daughter had sex, and was going to be a teenage mother. I mean, they're in our lives now, and regret not being a big role in them before." She said trying to convince Lorelai.

" No hon, they're in our lives now because I owe them something. I came to them and, and they were more than glad, to except my proposition, because they knew I never wanted anything from them before. And here I come; begging them, ok not begging, but slightly pleading, for them to help me out. No, they didn't even help me out, this was all for you. Because they know and I now that there is no better, deserving, person out there, that needs an opportunity like this." Lorelai said with sad, but happy eyes.

Neither of them said anything for a minute or two. Untill thankfully, Lane changed the subject.

" So, we gonna get this party rocken or what?"

" Right on kiddo!" Lorelai said, lifting her hand in the air, above her head.

" What pjs are you going to wear? The ones you have stored here?" Rory said to Lane.

" No Rory, I'm going to wear the long, extra large, nightgown, that my mother packed for me." She said sarcastically.

" So, your going to wear the ones that you have stashed here?" She said with a small smile, trying to act dumb.

" Yes! Of course!" Lane playfully nudged Rory in the arm.

One hour later

The living room was set up so that they all could fit their sleeping bags on the floor without trying to cram everything they needed around them. To tell the truth, the living room looked more spacious, more wider. Must have been, because they moved the couch over to the side, by the window, next to the monkey lamp. Their stack of movies were piled up on the coffee table. There snacks were in several bowls placed along side the movies. A rather large selection, of carefully chosen cds, decorated the side table, along with the stereo that was plugged in beside it. Multi colored scarfs were strewn over all the lamps, creating a dim, relaxing, atmosphere. The phone had been shut off, and placed, well no one knew exactly were they had placed it, but they didn't bother looking for it. The cell phone was on, just incase Lorelai wanted to call Rory, and make sure everything was ok. Tonight was all about relaxation. And after that was done they were going to party like it was 1999. They were going to be careless, and fling junk food at each other. Eating ice cream out of the carton with three spoons, and no use for bowls or glasses. They would drink strait out of the bottle. They wouldn't rewind any of the videotapes, or place the cds back in there holders. This of course was wild for Rory Gilmore. But tonight would be different. They weren't expecting the unexpected.

Two hours into the party

Paris had arrived, of course on time. Ten minutes early to be exact. Fearing that they weren't actually kidding about getting her drunk. But with the Gilmore Girls you never knew.

They were sprawled on the floor, each lying on there stomachs. The bowls of their sugary sweets were half eaten, and the pizza box resting on top of the television, was almost gone, except for three pieces left. They were towards the end of there third video, 'Not Another Teen Movie' when Paris got up from here laying position, and started towards the pizza box.

" Whatcha doin?" Lane asked curiously.

" I'm going to go warm up another slice of pizza." She stated.

" That would make that your sixth piece." Rory said amazed. She hadn't even eaten that much, and she was the one always hungry.

" Yeah I know. Its just that I've never been allowed to eat pizza freely before."

Both girls looked up at Paris with wide eyes.

" I mean, I've eaten it, once. But I was forced to take off all the toppings, and cut off the crust. So when I was finished dissecting, my piece it looked more like a piece of really soggy bread."

" Wow! I didn't know your parents were that strict." Lane exclaimed.

" Well, now it's just me and my mom. My dad ran off with his tennis instructer, or wait was it the maid, I always forget, it could have been the gardener." Paris said all this in a non- effected tone, like she didn't mind that her father was gone. It's sounded like she was almost relieved to have her parents divorced.

" I'm sorry Paris, I didn't realize." Lane said hoping that she didn't cause Paris to recall any sad or hurtful memories.

" Don't be. It was a doomed marriage to begin with." She said while glancing down at the pizza slice in her hand.

" Wanna see 'Bedazzled" now?" Rory put in, trying to break the akward mood. Obviously Paris didn't want to talk about it. And that was ok; Rory just hoped it wouldn't affect Paris in any other way.

" No, I think I'm gonna go warm up this slice of pizza first, and then maybe try to find some whip cream. I wonder what a whip cream, pizza combo would taste like?"

" Hm. Whip cream pizza combo. Almost as good as 'Bedazzled'." Added Lane.

" So, 'Bedazzled', whip cream, and then pizza?"

" Yep."

" Ok then."

They settled down to watch yet another ridiculously stupid movie, with crude humor.

Ten minutes later.

The TV started to go staticky, and the lights seem to be flickering.

" Anyone notice how the wind was picking up?" Paris asked worriedly.

" Yeah I did notice. Don't worry about it. The weather channel said we might be getting some thunderstorms tonight. Nothing too serious, I think." Lane reassured her.

" Just think, the rain will add affect, and we Stars Hollow citizens have been known too get down, and funky during these wonderful gifts of nature." Rory added, smiling.

" Only you would look at this in a positive way." Paris said.

" But rain is pretty, haven't you ever just, I don't know, walked through it. You should try it, it really clears your mind." Rory replied.

" Yeah, whatever. Rain is rain, and I hate rain, I have bad memories that had to do with rain. Or things that have happened, when rain occurred." Paris stated.

" Oh Paris, you can't have bad memories about everything, you have to make some good ones. Just like right now. If I were to hit you with a pillow, would you say that was a good memory or a bad memory?" Lane said, trying to get Paris to at least not look so depressed.

" I don't know, would you hit me hard or playfully?"

" Playfully."

" Wait why would that be a good memory?"

" Because you will always remember it as the pillow that smacked you in the face with whipped cream all over it." Lane said with a smirk starting to appear on her lips.

" Wait, wha." Too late Paris's words were muffled, and lost and she struggled to her feet, and tried to wipe the whipped cream off her face.

" I can't believe you just did that!" Paris yelled, but not harshly, in an amused way. Maybe their plan to get Paris to liven up was going to work after all.

" What can I say, I was a messy baby, and throwing food at people was my thing." Lane said still smiling.

" I am so going to get you back! Just watch, how would you like it if your bra ended up in the freezer overnight, huh?" Paris countered.

" I'd say I wouldn't care that much about my bra, but I would worry about me, because what I'm about to do will send me willingly running out the door."

" And what could you possibly do that would top, throwing whipped cream at me?" They were both standing up now, both forward as if they were going to strangle each other. But they all knew it was a game. Didn't they?

" I have to say this is way more interesting than the movie." Rory said, getting up to a seated position.

" Smile for the camera Paris."

SNAP, the flash went off.

And with that Lane went running into the kitchen and around the kitchen table, trying to escape Paris's wrath, which seemed to be shouting at her to giver her back the camera.

" No way! I am soo making doubles!" Lane shouted behind her back, still running from Paris.

Rory stood nearby watching the scene play before her eyes. It was amazing at how Paris could loosen up, without having to schedule it into her palm pilot. The chase entered Rory's room. Lane jumped on Rory's bed while Paris stood at the other side of it, trying to block Lanes's only way out. They stared each other down, until both of them started cracking up. Bursting out in soundly laughter. Rory even found herself laughing from the scenes she just encountered. Moments later there was a knocking noise. The other two didn't hear it, but Rory was closer to the door. Thinking it was only her imagination, or probably Babette coming over to see if they were doing ok, or coming over to tell them to cut down the noise a bit.

She walked up to the door, standing at least a foot away. Checking to see if it was really someone knocking or the wind blowing hard against the windows. The knocking happened again after a few moments. She could two faint voices from the outside. She walked closer to the door, and instead of just opening it, she talked through it. You never know, who else would come late at night, to her house. Anyone else would surely be in bed. So she decided to do the safe thing, she talked through the door, and grabbed her mother's red polka dotted umbrella that had been hanging on one of there coat hooks.

" Hello?" She yelled through the door.

" Gilmore let me in." The voice sounded familiar but the wind was doing odds to the voice.

" Who is it?"

" Who do you think it is?" The voice countered.

" I don't know you tell me. You could be some crazed axe murdering looney for all I know, so you're going to have to be a little more specific in the name department."

" It's Jess, now let me in, I'm freezing my ass off out here!"

Rory realized it was now Jess. But she decided to play dumb a little while longer. She had to have her fun some how.

" Jess who?"

" What do you mean Jess who? How many Jess's do you know?" It was more of a rhetorical question.

" Well lets see, theres Jess from my biology class, and Jess the new guy working at Gypsies, oh! And the video guy's name is jess. Wait there was a Jess that just checked into the Independence Inn, and Jess who..."

" Will you knock it off already, and let me in?"

" I still don't know what Jess you are?"

" Your coffee is getting cold."

That's all she needed to know. The game quickly ended as she opened the door with no hesitation.

" Oh, hey Jess."

" Ror, that wasn't funny."

" Ah, not funny for you, but loads of laughs for me."

" Can I come on now?"

" Uh -Huh. Just as long as you hand over the coffee. God it must be so cold from standing out here for a while. Jess how could you subject it to such abuse! Really, I would have expected this from Luke, but from you? My friend, my pal, my amigo, my compadre, my bud-dy!" She said with a devious smile spreading across her face.

" Yeah, Yeah. Can we come in now?"

" We, I didn't know you were traveling with your imaginary friends, please tell me, who this imaginative person's name is?"

He stepped out through the shadows and walked into the light that radiated from the living room. His features were covered by the darkness, but the tousled blonde hair that was usually sprouting from all over his head, were drenched from the rain. His shoulders slightly hunched down, with his hands dug deep in his jean pockets, to keep out the cold. His deep cobalt eyes starred back at her as a small smile started to appear.

" Hey Mary."

A/N: Ok so that was the second chapter. I hope you guy liked it. If you have any ideas or comments please send them my way, I could probably use them. I'll see to update soon! Later Days