I own notthing. Though if I did, CMM would still be on the show and he'd be
with Rory.
Better Days
"Haha done!" I click save on my computer screen. "Take that you stupid piece of junk!" I crow triumphantly. Technology always seemed to get the better of me, but not today.
"I am really beginning to question your sanity." My best friend and boyfriend, Jess Mariano comments dryly from his spot on the couch.
"Very funny, Jess, but you're supposed to be taking my side, not the stupid computers!" I frown and fix him with a piercing stare.
"Nah, that would take the fun out of life. I live to annoy you." He barely glances up at me from the book he's reading. He's completely immersed in it.
I stuck my tongue out at him and stood up, stretching the achy muscles in my back. "I'm done though. You should be proud of me."
"I am, Ror. I am." He assures me, still not taking his gaze off the book. I can't really blame him, i'm the exact same way, whether I'm reading or writing. He is too, it's why we're so compatiable, except for the fact that he can be obnoxious when he feels like it.
I plop down beside him, tossing my legs across his. With one hand he slowly begins to massage one of my socked feet. I practically purr and he's still reading away. It's rather funny when you think about it.
"So, will I finally get to read the latest novel by Lorelai L. Gilmore, the upcoming author, who's making a bang in our book industry?" Jess asked teasingly, finally putting his book down to look at me.
"Soon, very soon. I'm meeting with my publisher tomorrow and this guy who my publisher says is the greatest critique, but he nit picks, but you get the first copy." I smile warmly at him, wiggling my foot as he begins to tickle it. "Is this book not sating you?"
"This author is a complete moron. She doesn't know the detials or emotions involved with this situation, even if she was in it herself." Jess growled, glaring distastefully at the book in his hand.
"That's harsh, Jess. I'm glad that I get such good reviews from you." I grinned. Jess was my main reviewer for The Hartford Post. He was the reason I was doing so well.
"You can actually write, Rory. This girl has no style. This book could be written by a twelve year old." Jess tugged my ankle, dragging me closer to him.
"I really like this book." I grinned. "I think it's my best yet."
"What's it about?" He asked, snagging me around the waist and pulling me into his lap. I curled into his chest and he kisses my crown.
"Us. The whole love triangle and the reconciliation." I murmer, listening to his heart beat beneath my ear.
"Hmm." I can feel his smirk through my hair. "So I already know the ending."
"Ummhmm." I nodded slowly, closing my eyes. It didn't take too long for sleep to overcome me.
The next morning, I found myself bustling around our apartment, trying to get ready for my meeting with my reviewer and my publisher. Denise, my publisher, had told me that my reviewer was male so the best way to impress him was to look sexy, yet business-like.
I was never one to dress sexy because the only boyfriends i've ever had have just liked me for me. Dean and Jess had loved the intelligent me and Tristan had liked me for the whole innocent, unattainable vibe I had back at Chilton. Although, Tristan had never been my boyfriend.
I had decided on a simple pin striped skirt that was just about mid- thigh and a formfitting blouse that was the color of my blue eyes and the pinstripes in my skirt. I completed the outfit with black sandal heels and a matching pinstripe blazer.
As for my hair, I pulled it up into a classic french twist and wore very light make-up to accent my already classic features.
"Whoa! Who are we trying to impress?" Jess commented, as he paused, before entering the room.
"My new reviewer. I told you he's tough as nails and he nit picks." I replied, grasping my briefcase. "I'll see you tonight?"
"Yup, I'll be here." He nodded, walking me to the front door. I paused to give him a chaste kiss, before heading to my car.
"Hello, I'm here to see Denise Walton." I smirked lazily at the secretary. She looked up at me and blushed, before picking up the phone to buzz Denise. "My name is Tristan Dugrey."
I smiled to myself. I had never truly lost my touch with the ladies. There was only one ever, that resisted my charms. Rory Gilmore had been the one that got away. Never had any female rejected me like she did. At first she had been just another conquest, but after the Winter Formal, where I found myself extremely jealous of her boyfriend, I realized that I really cared for her. I tried so hard to get her, but she shot me down everytime. Then I was sent to military school, never to see her again.
"You may go in now." The secretary smiled at me, blushing furiously. I grinned and headed for the office door, when I heard the elevator doors open.
"Sorry, I'm a little late, Sharon." The new arrival rushed up to the secretary's desk, puffing a bit, from running. I still couldn't see her face yet, but I'm guessing she's the author I'm reviewing today.
"That's quite alright, Ms. Gilmore. The reviewer just arrived as well. He's right over there." The secretary pointed over in my direction. Blue eyes met blue eyes, as my jaw dropped and throat went dry.
She seemed just as startled. I couldn't help, but look her over. My God, was she gorgeous. Her skirt showed a bit of leg and her blouse and blazer showed off a well fit waist and the face had barely changed. Innocent smile and gentle, deep blue eyes. Her hair was brushed off her face and held back in an elegant french twist.
"Tristan?" Her voice was soft and feminine, just like it had been during highschool. It sent shivers down my spine and goosebumps over my arms.
Not willing to act vulnerable, I let my smirk command my features once again. "Hello Mary. It's been a long time."
"Too long." She replied, matching my smirk with one of her own. She leane her hip against the secretary's desk, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
I was a bit startled. Rory had never smirk at me in her entire life. She was normally irritated and scowled at him. This was a side he had yet to see.
I recovered quickly. "So you missed me?"
"You consumed my every waking thought." She deadpanned, moving to follow me ino Denise's office.
"I always knew you wanted me." I grinned. I liked this side of Rory, less uptight, more playful. My only question was, what or who brought it out of her.
"Every night, Tris." Another deadpan. She rolled her eyes playfully and grinned at me. "How've you been?"
"Not too bad and you?" I replied, opening the door for her.
"Perfectly content." She replied. "Thanks." She went in ahead of me, but I was close behind. I got a wiff of her vanilla scent. She smelled so good.
"Rory!" Denise rosed from her seat. "Tristan!" Denise was a married, buxom woman. She had brown hair that was long, but always pulled up into a bun.
Denise wrapped Rory into a tight embrace. "Now, how's Jess?" She asked kindly. I looked at Rory. Who was Jess?!
"He's fine. Can't wait to review this one. The book he's reviewing now is, and I quote ' This author is a complete moron. She doesn't know the detials or emotions involved with this situation, even if she was in it herself. This girl has no style. This book could be written by a twelve year old." Rory shook her head and laughed. "Thank God he likes my stuff."
"That's harsh." Denise shook her head, before turning to me. "Jess is Rory's reviewer for the Hartford Post, he's half the reason she's so sucessful."
"Sounds like a harsh critic though." I nodded, still frowning. Rory must have a close relationship with this guy, if Denise was asking about him through Rory, instead of knowing herself.
"He can be." Rory agreed, nodding slowly.
"So, any wedding bells?" Denise asked, looking ready to burst with excitement. I felt my throat tighten.
"No, he hasn't proposed, yet." Rory let the last word hang in the air. "We're content as we are."
"Ooh, to shame that boy. He's too slow on the uptake." Denise shook her head. "If I wasn't so sure he was crazy about you, I'd say dump him and elope with Tristan here."
I chuckled and Rory giggled, as our eyes met. Denise was a hopless romantic. On the inside, however, I felt like screaming. Rory can't marry another guy, not whn I'm flipping crazy about her.
"So, what's thia new book about agian?" Denise asked. "It has to do with Jess, yes?"
"Right. It's about the whole love riangle that we had going and how in the end, I picked him over my very first love and boyfriend, or how he says, stole me away from my boyfriend." Rory shook her head and grinned.
"He stole you away from Stockboy?!" I blurted out, before I could stop myself.
Rory tossed me a warning glare. "Yes, he did."
"Wait, you know Rory?" Denise looked between the two of us for an answer.
"Yes." I replied, before she could. "Rory and I went to Chilton together. Her first boyfriend and I didn't get along to well. Mainly because I wanted Rory for myself." My eyes never left Rory's as I said this.
"Oh." Denise shifted from foot to foot nervously.
"If I had known you were getting sick of Dean, I would have cooled my jets and stuck around." I told Rory, who was looking as uncomfortable as Denise.
"Well." Denise cut through the uncomfortable silence. "Rory, why don't you give Tristan a copy of your story. I'm sure he'll be interested to find out how Jess sucessfully stole you away."
"That I would. He deserves applause, although, he already got a priceless reward." I took the small unofficial book Rory held out to me.
"Well, it's all in there." She said softly, trying to avert her gaze from mine. "I didn't leave much out."
"I'll start on it asap." I assured her, feeling sadness in the pit of my stomache. "I'm sure it will be a worthy read."
"I hope you enjoy it, Tristan." She said, but before she could continue, her cell phone interupted us. "May I?"
"Sure." Denise nodded.
"Go ahead." I leaned back.
"Hello?" She answered it swiftly and businesslike, until she realized who was in the other line. "Oh, hi Luke. No, I'm just finishing up a meeting for my new book. Oh, it's alright, you didn't know. Of course, I'll call you back, as soon as I'm done. Yup, okay, love you too, bye."
"Stepfathers." She shook her head, placing her cell phone in her briefcase. "Sorry about that."
"It's quite alright, Dear. How is your family, by the way." Denise dismissed her apology with a wave of her hand.
"They're great. Mom and Luke are straightening up the Crap Shack and Lily is already in third grade." Rory seemed to glow while talking about her family.
"That's wonderful. she's such a sweet little girl." Denise grinned. "Well, we don't seem to have much more business wise to discuss, so I'll let you two return to your busy lives. Say hi to Jess for me, Rory and you, tristan, say hi to Lexi for me."
"Will do." I nodded. Lexi and I had been seeing each other for about two years now, but I wasn't planning on spending the rest of my life with her by any means.
"I'll do that." Rory waved, as we exited the office together.
"So." I turned to her, once we had entered the elevator. "I was lamost positive that you'd be married to Dean by now."
"Like my book is about, Jess stole me away." She stared at the floor, as if finding it fascinating.
"I'm not mad, if that's what you're worried about. We haven't seen each other in years." I assured her.
"I know, but you were an important person in my life and maybe, if things had been different, we could have been something more. I thought about you a lot after you left." She turned to look at me.
"That's a comfort to hear. I was sure you hated me." I replied, smiling at her for the first time today.
"I never hated you, Tristan. Sure, you got on my nerves, but I considered you a friend. I don't want to lose touch like we did before." She said it sincerely.
"Neither do I." I took out my business card and wrote my home phone number on it. "Let's not." I handed her the card.
She smiled and pulled out a card of her own and did the same thing. "Let's not." She repeated, as we stepped out into the lobby.
"I'll talk to you soon. Mary." I hated to leave her, now that I had finally found her again. She really was something special.
"Very soon, I hope." She leaned up and gave me a peck on the cheek and a brief hug. "I've got to run. Bye Tristan."
"Bye, My Mary." I called after her. She laughed and crossed the busy Hartford street, heading for her car. I stood there until she was out of sight.
This is my First fic, please review to boost my ego. I'm adding several more stories, but like this one a lot, so if you want me to continue, review!!!!
Better Days
"Haha done!" I click save on my computer screen. "Take that you stupid piece of junk!" I crow triumphantly. Technology always seemed to get the better of me, but not today.
"I am really beginning to question your sanity." My best friend and boyfriend, Jess Mariano comments dryly from his spot on the couch.
"Very funny, Jess, but you're supposed to be taking my side, not the stupid computers!" I frown and fix him with a piercing stare.
"Nah, that would take the fun out of life. I live to annoy you." He barely glances up at me from the book he's reading. He's completely immersed in it.
I stuck my tongue out at him and stood up, stretching the achy muscles in my back. "I'm done though. You should be proud of me."
"I am, Ror. I am." He assures me, still not taking his gaze off the book. I can't really blame him, i'm the exact same way, whether I'm reading or writing. He is too, it's why we're so compatiable, except for the fact that he can be obnoxious when he feels like it.
I plop down beside him, tossing my legs across his. With one hand he slowly begins to massage one of my socked feet. I practically purr and he's still reading away. It's rather funny when you think about it.
"So, will I finally get to read the latest novel by Lorelai L. Gilmore, the upcoming author, who's making a bang in our book industry?" Jess asked teasingly, finally putting his book down to look at me.
"Soon, very soon. I'm meeting with my publisher tomorrow and this guy who my publisher says is the greatest critique, but he nit picks, but you get the first copy." I smile warmly at him, wiggling my foot as he begins to tickle it. "Is this book not sating you?"
"This author is a complete moron. She doesn't know the detials or emotions involved with this situation, even if she was in it herself." Jess growled, glaring distastefully at the book in his hand.
"That's harsh, Jess. I'm glad that I get such good reviews from you." I grinned. Jess was my main reviewer for The Hartford Post. He was the reason I was doing so well.
"You can actually write, Rory. This girl has no style. This book could be written by a twelve year old." Jess tugged my ankle, dragging me closer to him.
"I really like this book." I grinned. "I think it's my best yet."
"What's it about?" He asked, snagging me around the waist and pulling me into his lap. I curled into his chest and he kisses my crown.
"Us. The whole love triangle and the reconciliation." I murmer, listening to his heart beat beneath my ear.
"Hmm." I can feel his smirk through my hair. "So I already know the ending."
"Ummhmm." I nodded slowly, closing my eyes. It didn't take too long for sleep to overcome me.
The next morning, I found myself bustling around our apartment, trying to get ready for my meeting with my reviewer and my publisher. Denise, my publisher, had told me that my reviewer was male so the best way to impress him was to look sexy, yet business-like.
I was never one to dress sexy because the only boyfriends i've ever had have just liked me for me. Dean and Jess had loved the intelligent me and Tristan had liked me for the whole innocent, unattainable vibe I had back at Chilton. Although, Tristan had never been my boyfriend.
I had decided on a simple pin striped skirt that was just about mid- thigh and a formfitting blouse that was the color of my blue eyes and the pinstripes in my skirt. I completed the outfit with black sandal heels and a matching pinstripe blazer.
As for my hair, I pulled it up into a classic french twist and wore very light make-up to accent my already classic features.
"Whoa! Who are we trying to impress?" Jess commented, as he paused, before entering the room.
"My new reviewer. I told you he's tough as nails and he nit picks." I replied, grasping my briefcase. "I'll see you tonight?"
"Yup, I'll be here." He nodded, walking me to the front door. I paused to give him a chaste kiss, before heading to my car.
"Hello, I'm here to see Denise Walton." I smirked lazily at the secretary. She looked up at me and blushed, before picking up the phone to buzz Denise. "My name is Tristan Dugrey."
I smiled to myself. I had never truly lost my touch with the ladies. There was only one ever, that resisted my charms. Rory Gilmore had been the one that got away. Never had any female rejected me like she did. At first she had been just another conquest, but after the Winter Formal, where I found myself extremely jealous of her boyfriend, I realized that I really cared for her. I tried so hard to get her, but she shot me down everytime. Then I was sent to military school, never to see her again.
"You may go in now." The secretary smiled at me, blushing furiously. I grinned and headed for the office door, when I heard the elevator doors open.
"Sorry, I'm a little late, Sharon." The new arrival rushed up to the secretary's desk, puffing a bit, from running. I still couldn't see her face yet, but I'm guessing she's the author I'm reviewing today.
"That's quite alright, Ms. Gilmore. The reviewer just arrived as well. He's right over there." The secretary pointed over in my direction. Blue eyes met blue eyes, as my jaw dropped and throat went dry.
She seemed just as startled. I couldn't help, but look her over. My God, was she gorgeous. Her skirt showed a bit of leg and her blouse and blazer showed off a well fit waist and the face had barely changed. Innocent smile and gentle, deep blue eyes. Her hair was brushed off her face and held back in an elegant french twist.
"Tristan?" Her voice was soft and feminine, just like it had been during highschool. It sent shivers down my spine and goosebumps over my arms.
Not willing to act vulnerable, I let my smirk command my features once again. "Hello Mary. It's been a long time."
"Too long." She replied, matching my smirk with one of her own. She leane her hip against the secretary's desk, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
I was a bit startled. Rory had never smirk at me in her entire life. She was normally irritated and scowled at him. This was a side he had yet to see.
I recovered quickly. "So you missed me?"
"You consumed my every waking thought." She deadpanned, moving to follow me ino Denise's office.
"I always knew you wanted me." I grinned. I liked this side of Rory, less uptight, more playful. My only question was, what or who brought it out of her.
"Every night, Tris." Another deadpan. She rolled her eyes playfully and grinned at me. "How've you been?"
"Not too bad and you?" I replied, opening the door for her.
"Perfectly content." She replied. "Thanks." She went in ahead of me, but I was close behind. I got a wiff of her vanilla scent. She smelled so good.
"Rory!" Denise rosed from her seat. "Tristan!" Denise was a married, buxom woman. She had brown hair that was long, but always pulled up into a bun.
Denise wrapped Rory into a tight embrace. "Now, how's Jess?" She asked kindly. I looked at Rory. Who was Jess?!
"He's fine. Can't wait to review this one. The book he's reviewing now is, and I quote ' This author is a complete moron. She doesn't know the detials or emotions involved with this situation, even if she was in it herself. This girl has no style. This book could be written by a twelve year old." Rory shook her head and laughed. "Thank God he likes my stuff."
"That's harsh." Denise shook her head, before turning to me. "Jess is Rory's reviewer for the Hartford Post, he's half the reason she's so sucessful."
"Sounds like a harsh critic though." I nodded, still frowning. Rory must have a close relationship with this guy, if Denise was asking about him through Rory, instead of knowing herself.
"He can be." Rory agreed, nodding slowly.
"So, any wedding bells?" Denise asked, looking ready to burst with excitement. I felt my throat tighten.
"No, he hasn't proposed, yet." Rory let the last word hang in the air. "We're content as we are."
"Ooh, to shame that boy. He's too slow on the uptake." Denise shook her head. "If I wasn't so sure he was crazy about you, I'd say dump him and elope with Tristan here."
I chuckled and Rory giggled, as our eyes met. Denise was a hopless romantic. On the inside, however, I felt like screaming. Rory can't marry another guy, not whn I'm flipping crazy about her.
"So, what's thia new book about agian?" Denise asked. "It has to do with Jess, yes?"
"Right. It's about the whole love riangle that we had going and how in the end, I picked him over my very first love and boyfriend, or how he says, stole me away from my boyfriend." Rory shook her head and grinned.
"He stole you away from Stockboy?!" I blurted out, before I could stop myself.
Rory tossed me a warning glare. "Yes, he did."
"Wait, you know Rory?" Denise looked between the two of us for an answer.
"Yes." I replied, before she could. "Rory and I went to Chilton together. Her first boyfriend and I didn't get along to well. Mainly because I wanted Rory for myself." My eyes never left Rory's as I said this.
"Oh." Denise shifted from foot to foot nervously.
"If I had known you were getting sick of Dean, I would have cooled my jets and stuck around." I told Rory, who was looking as uncomfortable as Denise.
"Well." Denise cut through the uncomfortable silence. "Rory, why don't you give Tristan a copy of your story. I'm sure he'll be interested to find out how Jess sucessfully stole you away."
"That I would. He deserves applause, although, he already got a priceless reward." I took the small unofficial book Rory held out to me.
"Well, it's all in there." She said softly, trying to avert her gaze from mine. "I didn't leave much out."
"I'll start on it asap." I assured her, feeling sadness in the pit of my stomache. "I'm sure it will be a worthy read."
"I hope you enjoy it, Tristan." She said, but before she could continue, her cell phone interupted us. "May I?"
"Sure." Denise nodded.
"Go ahead." I leaned back.
"Hello?" She answered it swiftly and businesslike, until she realized who was in the other line. "Oh, hi Luke. No, I'm just finishing up a meeting for my new book. Oh, it's alright, you didn't know. Of course, I'll call you back, as soon as I'm done. Yup, okay, love you too, bye."
"Stepfathers." She shook her head, placing her cell phone in her briefcase. "Sorry about that."
"It's quite alright, Dear. How is your family, by the way." Denise dismissed her apology with a wave of her hand.
"They're great. Mom and Luke are straightening up the Crap Shack and Lily is already in third grade." Rory seemed to glow while talking about her family.
"That's wonderful. she's such a sweet little girl." Denise grinned. "Well, we don't seem to have much more business wise to discuss, so I'll let you two return to your busy lives. Say hi to Jess for me, Rory and you, tristan, say hi to Lexi for me."
"Will do." I nodded. Lexi and I had been seeing each other for about two years now, but I wasn't planning on spending the rest of my life with her by any means.
"I'll do that." Rory waved, as we exited the office together.
"So." I turned to her, once we had entered the elevator. "I was lamost positive that you'd be married to Dean by now."
"Like my book is about, Jess stole me away." She stared at the floor, as if finding it fascinating.
"I'm not mad, if that's what you're worried about. We haven't seen each other in years." I assured her.
"I know, but you were an important person in my life and maybe, if things had been different, we could have been something more. I thought about you a lot after you left." She turned to look at me.
"That's a comfort to hear. I was sure you hated me." I replied, smiling at her for the first time today.
"I never hated you, Tristan. Sure, you got on my nerves, but I considered you a friend. I don't want to lose touch like we did before." She said it sincerely.
"Neither do I." I took out my business card and wrote my home phone number on it. "Let's not." I handed her the card.
She smiled and pulled out a card of her own and did the same thing. "Let's not." She repeated, as we stepped out into the lobby.
"I'll talk to you soon. Mary." I hated to leave her, now that I had finally found her again. She really was something special.
"Very soon, I hope." She leaned up and gave me a peck on the cheek and a brief hug. "I've got to run. Bye Tristan."
"Bye, My Mary." I called after her. She laughed and crossed the busy Hartford street, heading for her car. I stood there until she was out of sight.
This is my First fic, please review to boost my ego. I'm adding several more stories, but like this one a lot, so if you want me to continue, review!!!!