*A new story – a new disclaimer. I doubt anyone reads these anyways, but what the heck. Gilmore Girls isn't mine, neither are the characters. The only thing mine is the story that I'm creating.*
5 Years down the road of life, and Rory is on her way to her dream job as an oversees correspondent. In the mean time, she's being made to travel around the country a lot in search of good stories...
Rory shuffled a few steps forward, pushing her suitcase along with her foot. The lines to get through security weren't that bad, but she was getting tired of the airport and just wanted to go home.
An hour later, Rory sat drinking a horrendously priced coffee and listening to a CD burned by Lane as she waited for her plane to arrive. The last two weeks had dragged slowly by, and the nightly call from Lorelai was really all that kept her going. Colorado had been ok - snowy, beautiful…cold. And now, Rory was ready to get home to her own apartment, her own bed, and TV channels and times that she recognized.
"Row 15 and back are now free to board," came the overly happy flight attendant. She heaved her bag up onto her shoulder and made her way down to her seat. One of the good things about her work, was that it got her window seats every time, and allowed Rory to see move of the country than if she had been on the aisle staring at people going back to the bathroom, or the middle seat – staring at a phone.
Rory glanced ahead of her, noticing the emptiness of the plane. There wasn't even anyone sitting next to her…well until that very moment at least. She shifted, looking away uncomfortably, wishing that the man had chosen to sit in any of the numerous other seats, instead of one right next to her.
It might not be too bad, she thought, stealing glances over at him. He was very attractive; blonde hair, chiseled features, a certain presence that told anyone around that he was in control, and a familiar twinkle to his bright blue eyes. Putting down his newspaper, he turned to Rory.
"Long time no see Mary."
If you like the beginning, let me know and I should write another chapter tonight. Don't worry, my real chapters are never this short, so don't decide if you like it or not on that factor, cuz the rest are long. Anyways, this will be a Trory – my first – usually I write with Jess instead of Tristan, but I decided to give it a try. So there you have it. I'll write another chapter anyways, but please tell me what you think, and if you want me to continue. You can also check out my other starts of stories and let me know if I should work on those too. All things to take away your summer boredom. Thanks bunches for the reviews.