Title: Fariy-God MOTHERS
Aithor: Aquarius Angel
Homepage: http://www.angelfire.com/il3/aquariusangel/index.html
Rating: PG
Note: I just got a wonderful surprise so this is a bit longer with
all of the happy energy I have. The actual prom is coming up and then
that should be the end.
Disclaimer: I think I forgot this in the first chapters, but I never
have claimed to own the characters or the TV show or whatever.
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Rory was busy getting ready. Sometime between the hair
drying and the curling iron, Tristan managed to bring in the bag
of make up from the stove, and a pour a coup of coffee from the
pot Luke left them.
"So Tristan are you going to share who planned all of this?"
Rory said as he watched her get ready from her doorway.
"Not until after the ball, Cinderella." Rory looked at him
through the mirror and saw that he had a smirk on his face. Only
his smirk wasn't so cocky anymore, it seemed more like a real
secretive smile now. Which intrigued Rory.
"What have you been up to, I mean other than military
school?" Rory asked trying to learn something about her Prince
Charming of the evening. The guy somebody, that was most likely
her mother, wanted to set her up with.
"Nothing really, they don't really let you get into trouble
at school, or party, so it's been basically the same thing day in
and day out." Tristan said to her with a sigh.
Rory was still finding it hard to find Tristan in her house,
in a tuxedo ready to take her to her senior prom. She really needed
to get over this so she could actually make it to the prom.
"So how would you compare Chilton to Military school. I
mean not so much school wise but prison and work load wise?" Rory
felt she had to keep a conversation going since he did travel all
this way just to sit and wait for her to get ready.
"It's not that much different school wise, though people
wise, let's just say that their are no Mary's around." Tristan
said with another smirk. "Though I never considered Chilton
really a prison since I always knew that I would be going their,
military school is a prison. You can't do anything outside of
the grounds except if you have family visiting or it's a long
weekend, then you can leave for about four hours or so. Classes
aren't bad, since you have nothing better to do than homework."
"At least you aren't breaking into safes, and ditching
the poor Juliet." Rory meant this as a joke but by the look on
Tristan's face she knew he took it more seriously.
"Rory I did not mean to be so stupid and leave you without a
Romeo. I couldn't tell you what exactly I was thinking. But you
have to know how sorry I am to leave you there believe it or not
I really did want to be on stage acting with you. And not just
to make your boyfriend jealous." Tristan looked her straight in
the eye, through the mirror that is, and Rory could tell that he
was being completely honest with her and himself.
"Tristan I never meant to tell Dean that I hated you. I
could never hate the one person that, though very cock and
sometimes way to full of himself made going to school somewhat
more bearable. I you can't image how much I regret saying that
just seconds after the words came out of my mouth. Dean was my
first boy friend, and I was so confused, I acted before I thought
about the consequences. Which I rarely do, but with a mother like
mine it's bound to happen to me every once in while."
Tristan just nodded his head, he understood exactly where
she was coming from, but hearing her admit to not hating him, gave
him a sense of easy since he would be spending the night with her.
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"Paris you know she said she hated me."
"Is that why when ever her locker got stuck she would start
ranting about how if you hadn't messed up so much you would be there
to help her open it."
"She does not do that."
"How would you know?"
Tristan had just gotten off of the airplane and was headed
to the tailor to get the final and only fitting for his new tuxedo.
One of the small problems that Paris and Lorelai kept running into
with this whole prom date for Rory plan they were trying to pull
off. By showing up to one of Mr. DuGrey's golf games with Mr. Gilmore
they easily him convinced that Tristan was the only person that could
save Rory from the social nightmare of missing her own prom, (plus some
side bares from Mr. Gilmore on how the two seemed to be a good couple at
Rory's birthday party), seemed to work on Tristan's grandfather and
he willing called Tristan's school to make arrangement in him coming
to Hartford for the weekend. Not to mention he was laughing at how
Lorelai dressed up like a golfer, with the blow capri type pants,
sweater vest thing, and the hat Rory wore for her golf outing. He
was a good guy and they could sort of tell that he never agreed with
Tristan's parents in sending him down to North Carolina. Paris was
the one who was waiting at the airport for Tristan to arrive, and
then went with him to the tailors. Tristan was to stay at his
grandfather's house rather than his own; the DuGrey's are traveling
in Africa.
"Where a tie Tristan not a bow."
"Why Paris, and when did you become the fashion queen?"
"It will look nice, but it will be different from everyone
else's. Her dress is a dark red, so a matching tie will be
sufficient. Now Tristan Lorelai will be waiting out side her house
to instruct you to go in. She's a bit, well, Lorelai is, let's say
creative." Paris said failing to find a better adjective to
describe Rory's mom.
"I've met her, she kept calling me by different names though."
Tristan said skeptically.
"Good so you know what to expect then."
"Yeah, I'm excepting Rory to glare at me and kick me out of
her house with out even listening to what I have to say." Tristan
whispered to himself as he looked in the mirror. Before him stood
a young man, who was well groomed, shaved and hair cut shorter than
normal but it was still a little messy, in a classic tuxedo with a
red tie. He had never looked better, but would the one person he
cares most about notice.
Aithor: Aquarius Angel
Homepage: http://www.angelfire.com/il3/aquariusangel/index.html
Rating: PG
Note: I just got a wonderful surprise so this is a bit longer with
all of the happy energy I have. The actual prom is coming up and then
that should be the end.
Disclaimer: I think I forgot this in the first chapters, but I never
have claimed to own the characters or the TV show or whatever.
*********************************************************************
Rory was busy getting ready. Sometime between the hair
drying and the curling iron, Tristan managed to bring in the bag
of make up from the stove, and a pour a coup of coffee from the
pot Luke left them.
"So Tristan are you going to share who planned all of this?"
Rory said as he watched her get ready from her doorway.
"Not until after the ball, Cinderella." Rory looked at him
through the mirror and saw that he had a smirk on his face. Only
his smirk wasn't so cocky anymore, it seemed more like a real
secretive smile now. Which intrigued Rory.
"What have you been up to, I mean other than military
school?" Rory asked trying to learn something about her Prince
Charming of the evening. The guy somebody, that was most likely
her mother, wanted to set her up with.
"Nothing really, they don't really let you get into trouble
at school, or party, so it's been basically the same thing day in
and day out." Tristan said to her with a sigh.
Rory was still finding it hard to find Tristan in her house,
in a tuxedo ready to take her to her senior prom. She really needed
to get over this so she could actually make it to the prom.
"So how would you compare Chilton to Military school. I
mean not so much school wise but prison and work load wise?" Rory
felt she had to keep a conversation going since he did travel all
this way just to sit and wait for her to get ready.
"It's not that much different school wise, though people
wise, let's just say that their are no Mary's around." Tristan
said with another smirk. "Though I never considered Chilton
really a prison since I always knew that I would be going their,
military school is a prison. You can't do anything outside of
the grounds except if you have family visiting or it's a long
weekend, then you can leave for about four hours or so. Classes
aren't bad, since you have nothing better to do than homework."
"At least you aren't breaking into safes, and ditching
the poor Juliet." Rory meant this as a joke but by the look on
Tristan's face she knew he took it more seriously.
"Rory I did not mean to be so stupid and leave you without a
Romeo. I couldn't tell you what exactly I was thinking. But you
have to know how sorry I am to leave you there believe it or not
I really did want to be on stage acting with you. And not just
to make your boyfriend jealous." Tristan looked her straight in
the eye, through the mirror that is, and Rory could tell that he
was being completely honest with her and himself.
"Tristan I never meant to tell Dean that I hated you. I
could never hate the one person that, though very cock and
sometimes way to full of himself made going to school somewhat
more bearable. I you can't image how much I regret saying that
just seconds after the words came out of my mouth. Dean was my
first boy friend, and I was so confused, I acted before I thought
about the consequences. Which I rarely do, but with a mother like
mine it's bound to happen to me every once in while."
Tristan just nodded his head, he understood exactly where
she was coming from, but hearing her admit to not hating him, gave
him a sense of easy since he would be spending the night with her.
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"Paris you know she said she hated me."
"Is that why when ever her locker got stuck she would start
ranting about how if you hadn't messed up so much you would be there
to help her open it."
"She does not do that."
"How would you know?"
Tristan had just gotten off of the airplane and was headed
to the tailor to get the final and only fitting for his new tuxedo.
One of the small problems that Paris and Lorelai kept running into
with this whole prom date for Rory plan they were trying to pull
off. By showing up to one of Mr. DuGrey's golf games with Mr. Gilmore
they easily him convinced that Tristan was the only person that could
save Rory from the social nightmare of missing her own prom, (plus some
side bares from Mr. Gilmore on how the two seemed to be a good couple at
Rory's birthday party), seemed to work on Tristan's grandfather and
he willing called Tristan's school to make arrangement in him coming
to Hartford for the weekend. Not to mention he was laughing at how
Lorelai dressed up like a golfer, with the blow capri type pants,
sweater vest thing, and the hat Rory wore for her golf outing. He
was a good guy and they could sort of tell that he never agreed with
Tristan's parents in sending him down to North Carolina. Paris was
the one who was waiting at the airport for Tristan to arrive, and
then went with him to the tailors. Tristan was to stay at his
grandfather's house rather than his own; the DuGrey's are traveling
in Africa.
"Where a tie Tristan not a bow."
"Why Paris, and when did you become the fashion queen?"
"It will look nice, but it will be different from everyone
else's. Her dress is a dark red, so a matching tie will be
sufficient. Now Tristan Lorelai will be waiting out side her house
to instruct you to go in. She's a bit, well, Lorelai is, let's say
creative." Paris said failing to find a better adjective to
describe Rory's mom.
"I've met her, she kept calling me by different names though."
Tristan said skeptically.
"Good so you know what to expect then."
"Yeah, I'm excepting Rory to glare at me and kick me out of
her house with out even listening to what I have to say." Tristan
whispered to himself as he looked in the mirror. Before him stood
a young man, who was well groomed, shaved and hair cut shorter than
normal but it was still a little messy, in a classic tuxedo with a
red tie. He had never looked better, but would the one person he
cares most about notice.