A/N: Hey everyone!! I was sitting in history class, BORED OUT OF MY MIND, when I thought this up. This is, of course, going to be a Trory cuz I just love them! Reviews are GREATLY appreciated, as well as suggestions to make my writing better. Anyways, enjoy the story. And sorry, no Trory action in this chapter, but the next one will have some, I promise!
Disclaimer: I own nothing…. sniff sniff
Summary: Rory goes to a coffee house where there is an incrediably gorgeous musician performing. Trory!
Chapter one~ Big news from a friend
'One class down, four more to go,' Rory Gilmore thought to herself. Rory was currently in her junior year at Yale University. She had been wryly studying for her midterms for days, and had just now finished covering one class worth of material.
Rory yawned and looked at the clock. 6:04. It was still to early to go to bed. Rory debated going to the library to find Paris, but decided against it. Paris would be furious having her precious study time interrupted.
Bored, Rory looked around the room for something to do. She turned on the T.V., and flipped the channels for a few minutes. Figures. Nothing good is on a Friday night.
Rory was getting so desperate, she was almost thinking of going to a campus party. The last one she went to was during freshman year, with Louise and Madaline. That didn't go too well.
Just then, there was a knock at the door. Intrigued, Rory got up to answer it.
She opened the door to reveal Lane, who was still her best friend after all these years. Lane smiled at her and held her hand up, telling her to wait a minute. Lane was her cell, with a giddy smile on her face.
"No you hang up! Dave, you hang up first. No, you first! Okay, on the count of three. One, two, three! Dave, you were supposed to hang up. Okay, this is the real thing. Yep, I love you too."
Lanes face dropped and looked over at Rory.
"He hung up on me!" she yelled incredulously.
Rory smiled at her friend, "Well, you told him to."
"But I didn't expect him to actually listen to what I said," Lane said.
Rory mock sympathized with her friend, "Well, it had to have happened sooner or later."
"Yeah, but I would have rather had it later than sooner," Lane whined.
Rory rolled her eyes.
Seeing her friend was no longer amused, Lane changed the subject, "Rory!!! How the heck are you?" She threw her arm around her best friend.
Rory laughed, "I'm good now that you're here."
Lane pulled back and grinned, "I knew you would get lonely here without me!"
"Lonely may not be the word," Lane gave Rory a playful shove, "Well, maybe just a little bit. But mostly, I'm glad you're here to conquer the boredom. I was just about to find me a party!"
"First of all, being a junior, I expect better grammar out of you. And second, a party? Why would you be looking for a party?"
"Oh, come on Lane," Rory said playfully, "You know I'm a party girl."
"Oh…right."
Rory laughed, "Well, come on in! So, how are things with Dave, good as usual?"
Lane blushed, "Actually, things are better than good… Dave proposed!"
"Oh my god! When? How? What did you say?" Rory asked excitedly, bombarding her friend with questions.
"Last night on our third anniversary. We were about to do a gig, backstage he pulled out a ring and asked me right there! Oh, and I said yes. It was sooooo romantic!" Lane gushed
"Oh Lane! I'm so happy for you," Rory said, hugging her.
"I'm happy too!" Lane squealed.
After they settled down, Rory said, "This calls for a celebration."
"Ooooh, I like the way you think," Lane agreed.
"Coffee," they both said at the same time.
The girls started giggling madly as they walked out of the room in search for coffee.
End for chapter one. Like it? Want me to continue? Drop me a review!! (Please?)