Title: Fairy-God MOTHERS
Author: Aquarius Angel
Homepage: http://www.angelfire.com/il3/aquariusangel/index.html
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I claim nothing but the plot.
Note: Um if you haven't notice it is for now going back and forth
from Prom Night to the Planning. This will only continue until they
get to the actual prom.
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"Ok so you know what to do?"
"How couldn't I between you and Paris you have gone over this
three thousand times since I arrived at the airport last night."
"But the dress..."
"Is in your closet with the shoes right underneath of it just
like in Cinderella."
"And the..."
"Make-up is in the stove, where nobody would ever dream of looking
for it. Luke get her out of here." Tristan begged.
Lorelai was giving Tristan last minute reminders as she left him in
charge of getting Rory to go to the prom. Luke was finally pulling
Lorelai, who he was in charge of keeping away from Hartford at all
cost, towards her jeep.
"And Tristan," Luke started as he was shutting Lorelai's door.
"If I hurt her you will personally rip out my inner organs and serve
them in your dinner. NOW LEAVE already." Tristan just wanted to
get meeting Rory out of the way. He had no clue has to how she
would react to him being there. After leaving right before she
needed him last time, she might just tell him to get out and forget
about her. Not like that would ever happen, but she could still
say it.
"How did Paris ever get my parents to agree to this."
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"You got him to agree. I always knew he was truly in love with
my baby girl."
"Yes Lorelai I got him to agree to take Rory, but he is still
in North Carolina. Now flying him here would be no probably.
But getting his parents to allow him to come, that will take
some planning."
"I've never met Tristan's parents, to tell you the truth I don't
think I have even met your parents Paris." Lorelai said while
thinking about what type of parents they might have to be dealing with.
"Not the point right now. They aren't bad parents, and at times
they seem to truly care, it's just that Tristan messed up and caused
their name to look bad so they sent him away to learn a lesson, and
save their name at the country club. Out of sight out of mind.
Now they are at the country club the same nights my parents are, when
they are in town. And I usually see them at the same functions as
my parents attended."
"Paris we don't have time to track them down where ever they might be
and convince them. Can't we just call them." Lorelai said like she
just found the most obvious solution to their problems.
"No we would have to schedule a meeting. Business men have to have
their meetings planned at least a week in advance." Paris said with
a sigh.
"Paris we barely have a week left. And with all this talk about
meetings I am getting hungry and remembering about all of my days
long talks about the different meetings he always has planned."
Lorelai said with a bored voice.
"Your dad that's it." Paris said with surprise and relief.
"What's it."
"Mr. Gilmore! He plays golf with Mr. Dugrey, Tristan's grandfather.
They play eighteen holes every Wednesday afternoon."
"Do you memorize the country club calendar weekly."
"Yes." Paris said this like it was the stupidest questions she
had ever heard.
"Ok, so if they go golfing on Wednesday that gives us two days to
figure out a way to get my father on board."
"Then start working on him." Paris ordered.
"Fine." Lorelai sighed.
Author: Aquarius Angel
Homepage: http://www.angelfire.com/il3/aquariusangel/index.html
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I claim nothing but the plot.
Note: Um if you haven't notice it is for now going back and forth
from Prom Night to the Planning. This will only continue until they
get to the actual prom.
**********************************************************************
"Ok so you know what to do?"
"How couldn't I between you and Paris you have gone over this
three thousand times since I arrived at the airport last night."
"But the dress..."
"Is in your closet with the shoes right underneath of it just
like in Cinderella."
"And the..."
"Make-up is in the stove, where nobody would ever dream of looking
for it. Luke get her out of here." Tristan begged.
Lorelai was giving Tristan last minute reminders as she left him in
charge of getting Rory to go to the prom. Luke was finally pulling
Lorelai, who he was in charge of keeping away from Hartford at all
cost, towards her jeep.
"And Tristan," Luke started as he was shutting Lorelai's door.
"If I hurt her you will personally rip out my inner organs and serve
them in your dinner. NOW LEAVE already." Tristan just wanted to
get meeting Rory out of the way. He had no clue has to how she
would react to him being there. After leaving right before she
needed him last time, she might just tell him to get out and forget
about her. Not like that would ever happen, but she could still
say it.
"How did Paris ever get my parents to agree to this."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"You got him to agree. I always knew he was truly in love with
my baby girl."
"Yes Lorelai I got him to agree to take Rory, but he is still
in North Carolina. Now flying him here would be no probably.
But getting his parents to allow him to come, that will take
some planning."
"I've never met Tristan's parents, to tell you the truth I don't
think I have even met your parents Paris." Lorelai said while
thinking about what type of parents they might have to be dealing with.
"Not the point right now. They aren't bad parents, and at times
they seem to truly care, it's just that Tristan messed up and caused
their name to look bad so they sent him away to learn a lesson, and
save their name at the country club. Out of sight out of mind.
Now they are at the country club the same nights my parents are, when
they are in town. And I usually see them at the same functions as
my parents attended."
"Paris we don't have time to track them down where ever they might be
and convince them. Can't we just call them." Lorelai said like she
just found the most obvious solution to their problems.
"No we would have to schedule a meeting. Business men have to have
their meetings planned at least a week in advance." Paris said with
a sigh.
"Paris we barely have a week left. And with all this talk about
meetings I am getting hungry and remembering about all of my days
long talks about the different meetings he always has planned."
Lorelai said with a bored voice.
"Your dad that's it." Paris said with surprise and relief.
"What's it."
"Mr. Gilmore! He plays golf with Mr. Dugrey, Tristan's grandfather.
They play eighteen holes every Wednesday afternoon."
"Do you memorize the country club calendar weekly."
"Yes." Paris said this like it was the stupidest questions she
had ever heard.
"Ok, so if they go golfing on Wednesday that gives us two days to
figure out a way to get my father on board."
"Then start working on him." Paris ordered.
"Fine." Lorelai sighed.