AN: Hey, how is everyone?
Firstly, I would like to personally thank you for reading.
I could rave and rant like I usually do, anyone who's read asfink will know what I'm talking about...
But my message this time is simple, short and lemony sweet:
STAY AWAY FROM CLOWNS. THEY''E MAGICAL AND EAT LITTLE CHILDREN! SOMEBODY SAVE ME!!!!!
Ergh-hum....enjoy chapter 2 : ) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------
Rory Gilmore flopped down onto her king sized bed, sighing.
She was bored out of her mind.
She had been sitting around the five-star hotel room for over an hour.
First, she had tried going out, possibly to try out a new café, but finding that ten meters into the street, someone recognized her and knowing that the paparazzi would surely be called, she ran back to her room.
The large suite with its Jacuzzi, mini-bar, kitchenette, glorious living room and three coffee makers (Her agent, Kate, informed staff that Rory needed coffee to function and demanded for her enough coffee makers so that it would only take approximately fifteen steps to reach one), and yet, all that did nothing to cure her boredom.
Picking up the phone, Rory dialed a familiar number.
"Speak or be destroyed." An attempt at a robotic voice commanded.
"Mom!" Rory said happily, exhilarated at hearing Lorelai's voice.
"Rory?" Lorelai asked, then a small crashing noise could be heard in the background, "Oh, don't worry. Lukie just tripped over the lamp, didn't you, Lukie?" She cooed.
Rory rolled her eyes, smiling in amusement when she heard a gruff voice mutter something along the lines of 'don't call me Lukie'
"He loves it," Lorelai assured, then she squealed, "My munchkin called! How are you?"
Rory felt a throat constrict. "I'm fine, mom."
"Just fine?" Lorelai asked, pretending to be shocked, "What with all the hot boys, fancy clubs, fat paychecks?"
"Yep, just fine. How's Ellie?"
"Do you want to speak to her?" Without even waiting for an answer, Lorelai found Ellie and handed the giddy fourth grader the phone.
"Hey," Rory said, lighting up, "How's my little genius?"
"Learning." Ellie replied proudly.
"How is school anyway?"
Ellie pouted into the phone. "Chris O'Donnel called me a liar today."
Rory frowned, concerned. "What happened, honey?"
"I said to him 'Rory Gilmore's my big sister' and then he said 'why isn't your last name Gilmore then?' and then I said 'because' and he called me a liar!"
"Don't listen to him, alright Ellie? I am your big sister and maybe in the holidays I'll come home and we'll have lots of fun, okay?"
"You're coming home?" Ellie breathed and Rory felt a surge of guilt at how long it had been such she'd been back to Stars Hollow.
"I promise," Rory said, "But for now, listen to mom and don't give your dad any trouble."
Rory smiled as she could practically hear Ellie nodding furiously.
"Okay, could you put mom back on the line? Love ya, Els."
"Bye Rory!" Ellie said, and then a few footsteps and a fumble later, Lorelai's enthusiastic voice came back on.
"I wish I could come back home." Rory sighed.
"Stars Hollow isn't much fun, and anyway, don't you have an important audition coming up soon in New York?"
"Yeah, it's currently untitled though."
"You sound so excited." Lorelai said sarcastically.
Rory laughed. "I'm taking a break right now. I'm bored."
"Go out dancing." Lorelai suggested.
"Tried that two nights ago," Rory said grimly, "With Kate. Didn't exactly work."
"Do I want to know?" Lorelai laughed, "Go to the library!" She said triumphantly.
"Okay," Rory groaned, "Now this is a truly tragic tale. Are you ready?"
"Shoot."
"I went to the local library and hid in a corner with a book. So then, ten minutes into pure reading bliss, a librarian comes and asks for an autograph, soon, I'm being interrupted every five minutes and can barely remember the plot of the book I'm reading. So then, a guy comes in-"
"Oh, oh!" Lorelai cried, excited, "Was it Santa?"
Rory rolled her eyes humorously. "-Just this ordinary guy, and he comes in and starts talking to me, like I'm an old friend. Hey, I'm confused, but I act like I know him for some strange twisted reason of mine. Then I find out his ex-girlfriend's seating two tables away from us and he was using me to make her jealous!"
"Did he know who you were?" Lorelai snorted.
"I don't think so, because she came running into his arms three minutes into the facade and get this, he slipped me a ten-er before leaving with her!"
Lorelai laughed. "For your fine substitute achievements no doubt."
"No doubt." Rory agreed, "After that, I just left."
"Go out and try some cafes!"
"Tried that too," Rory said glumly, "Got spotted and paparazzi are probably staking out the hotel now."
"Call someone to rent a few movies!"
Rory thought for a moment. "Hey, not a bad idea."
"I'm the best." Lorelai said modestly.
"I wish you were here." Rory sighed.
"Sounds like you need a genie. By the way, I saw hot boy on some show today."
"Hot boy?"
"You know, Evil Tristan."
"Why hot boy?"
"Are you blind? He's gorgeous."
"And a complete jackass...and that didn't have anything to do with fame."
"He was talking about you..." Lorelai said in a sing-song voice.
"What did he say?" Rory asked cautiously.
"He asked you to marry him."
"Seriously."
"And he said that the two of you, and I quote, 'in a way, went out.'"
"He's so frustrating."
"In a hot kind of way."
Rory grinned. "You are impossible. What else did he say?"
"Um...The Mary thing, and they did a flashback on your interview on it, you looked very pretty by the way, and how he got booted to boot camp during your play."
"Fond memories." Rory said dryly.
"Paris almost had a seizure."
"Yeah, well, apart from that."
"So, you're just going to be trapped in that hotel, that very lush, expensive hotel, I might add, and mope about the fact that you can't leave?"
Rory considered. "Yep. That's pretty much the master plan."
"You still don't like the fame thing, huh."
"I like it even less than when Drifting started showing." Rory said, naming her first movie.
"I dunno," Lorelai said thoughtfully, "It sounds like fun."
"Trust me, its not. Imagine getting off a eight hour flight to have camera men following you around while you collect your luggage."
"Please tell me you'd had your coffee by then!" Lorelai said, horrified.
"Decaf." Rory said, shaking her head.
"Oh my poor baby! When you come home I'll make sure Luke has pots and pots of coffee just waiting for you! And me of course."
"Hey, what show was Tristan on, anyway?"
"Why," Lorelai said coyly, "You interested?"
"No." Rory said defensively.
"Suuuuure. He was on that show...you know, with that Clara K. woman. What's with the initial anyway?"
Rory shrugged. "Must be a trade-mark thing...wait a minute, that means he's in San Francisco right now!"
"Oohhhh, I think you should call him."
"And I suppose you magically have his number?"
"Of course not silly! Call Kate or someone, I'm sure they'll be able to dig it up."
"He probably doesn't want to hear from me anyway."
Rory noticed she had a call waiting. "Mom, I have to go now, I think Kate's calling. I'll call soon, okay?"
"Alright munchkin! Make sure to kiss some hot boys for your married mother!"
Rory laughed. "Okay, love you."
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AN: I apologize for my previous outburst. It's just that my fear of clowns had gotten the better of me.
A little dance number on Ellie*: Luke and Lorelai got together sometime during Rory's senior year at Chilton, and since Rory is twenty-ish (details, details- pfft!) ....Ellie would probably be eight-ish (yes, I do love those ish-es) and skipped a year so now she's in year four.
LOVELY.
You don't have to review, and I won't threaten you guys about not writing anymore chapters or punish you with slow updates or short chapters, because, as SCARY as it is...I actually like to update.
So at this point where I'm clarifying myself to you all, I would like to wish you a happy birthday (let's just pretend)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY! (You're three Eloise! Three!)
But..REVIEWS WOULD BE GREATLY OVERWHELMINGLY ACCEPTED, APPRECIATED AND CHERISHED UNTIL DEATH DO US PART....that sounded quite morbid didn't it.
Firstly, I would like to personally thank you for reading.
I could rave and rant like I usually do, anyone who's read asfink will know what I'm talking about...
But my message this time is simple, short and lemony sweet:
STAY AWAY FROM CLOWNS. THEY''E MAGICAL AND EAT LITTLE CHILDREN! SOMEBODY SAVE ME!!!!!
Ergh-hum....enjoy chapter 2 : ) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------
Rory Gilmore flopped down onto her king sized bed, sighing.
She was bored out of her mind.
She had been sitting around the five-star hotel room for over an hour.
First, she had tried going out, possibly to try out a new café, but finding that ten meters into the street, someone recognized her and knowing that the paparazzi would surely be called, she ran back to her room.
The large suite with its Jacuzzi, mini-bar, kitchenette, glorious living room and three coffee makers (Her agent, Kate, informed staff that Rory needed coffee to function and demanded for her enough coffee makers so that it would only take approximately fifteen steps to reach one), and yet, all that did nothing to cure her boredom.
Picking up the phone, Rory dialed a familiar number.
"Speak or be destroyed." An attempt at a robotic voice commanded.
"Mom!" Rory said happily, exhilarated at hearing Lorelai's voice.
"Rory?" Lorelai asked, then a small crashing noise could be heard in the background, "Oh, don't worry. Lukie just tripped over the lamp, didn't you, Lukie?" She cooed.
Rory rolled her eyes, smiling in amusement when she heard a gruff voice mutter something along the lines of 'don't call me Lukie'
"He loves it," Lorelai assured, then she squealed, "My munchkin called! How are you?"
Rory felt a throat constrict. "I'm fine, mom."
"Just fine?" Lorelai asked, pretending to be shocked, "What with all the hot boys, fancy clubs, fat paychecks?"
"Yep, just fine. How's Ellie?"
"Do you want to speak to her?" Without even waiting for an answer, Lorelai found Ellie and handed the giddy fourth grader the phone.
"Hey," Rory said, lighting up, "How's my little genius?"
"Learning." Ellie replied proudly.
"How is school anyway?"
Ellie pouted into the phone. "Chris O'Donnel called me a liar today."
Rory frowned, concerned. "What happened, honey?"
"I said to him 'Rory Gilmore's my big sister' and then he said 'why isn't your last name Gilmore then?' and then I said 'because' and he called me a liar!"
"Don't listen to him, alright Ellie? I am your big sister and maybe in the holidays I'll come home and we'll have lots of fun, okay?"
"You're coming home?" Ellie breathed and Rory felt a surge of guilt at how long it had been such she'd been back to Stars Hollow.
"I promise," Rory said, "But for now, listen to mom and don't give your dad any trouble."
Rory smiled as she could practically hear Ellie nodding furiously.
"Okay, could you put mom back on the line? Love ya, Els."
"Bye Rory!" Ellie said, and then a few footsteps and a fumble later, Lorelai's enthusiastic voice came back on.
"I wish I could come back home." Rory sighed.
"Stars Hollow isn't much fun, and anyway, don't you have an important audition coming up soon in New York?"
"Yeah, it's currently untitled though."
"You sound so excited." Lorelai said sarcastically.
Rory laughed. "I'm taking a break right now. I'm bored."
"Go out dancing." Lorelai suggested.
"Tried that two nights ago," Rory said grimly, "With Kate. Didn't exactly work."
"Do I want to know?" Lorelai laughed, "Go to the library!" She said triumphantly.
"Okay," Rory groaned, "Now this is a truly tragic tale. Are you ready?"
"Shoot."
"I went to the local library and hid in a corner with a book. So then, ten minutes into pure reading bliss, a librarian comes and asks for an autograph, soon, I'm being interrupted every five minutes and can barely remember the plot of the book I'm reading. So then, a guy comes in-"
"Oh, oh!" Lorelai cried, excited, "Was it Santa?"
Rory rolled her eyes humorously. "-Just this ordinary guy, and he comes in and starts talking to me, like I'm an old friend. Hey, I'm confused, but I act like I know him for some strange twisted reason of mine. Then I find out his ex-girlfriend's seating two tables away from us and he was using me to make her jealous!"
"Did he know who you were?" Lorelai snorted.
"I don't think so, because she came running into his arms three minutes into the facade and get this, he slipped me a ten-er before leaving with her!"
Lorelai laughed. "For your fine substitute achievements no doubt."
"No doubt." Rory agreed, "After that, I just left."
"Go out and try some cafes!"
"Tried that too," Rory said glumly, "Got spotted and paparazzi are probably staking out the hotel now."
"Call someone to rent a few movies!"
Rory thought for a moment. "Hey, not a bad idea."
"I'm the best." Lorelai said modestly.
"I wish you were here." Rory sighed.
"Sounds like you need a genie. By the way, I saw hot boy on some show today."
"Hot boy?"
"You know, Evil Tristan."
"Why hot boy?"
"Are you blind? He's gorgeous."
"And a complete jackass...and that didn't have anything to do with fame."
"He was talking about you..." Lorelai said in a sing-song voice.
"What did he say?" Rory asked cautiously.
"He asked you to marry him."
"Seriously."
"And he said that the two of you, and I quote, 'in a way, went out.'"
"He's so frustrating."
"In a hot kind of way."
Rory grinned. "You are impossible. What else did he say?"
"Um...The Mary thing, and they did a flashback on your interview on it, you looked very pretty by the way, and how he got booted to boot camp during your play."
"Fond memories." Rory said dryly.
"Paris almost had a seizure."
"Yeah, well, apart from that."
"So, you're just going to be trapped in that hotel, that very lush, expensive hotel, I might add, and mope about the fact that you can't leave?"
Rory considered. "Yep. That's pretty much the master plan."
"You still don't like the fame thing, huh."
"I like it even less than when Drifting started showing." Rory said, naming her first movie.
"I dunno," Lorelai said thoughtfully, "It sounds like fun."
"Trust me, its not. Imagine getting off a eight hour flight to have camera men following you around while you collect your luggage."
"Please tell me you'd had your coffee by then!" Lorelai said, horrified.
"Decaf." Rory said, shaking her head.
"Oh my poor baby! When you come home I'll make sure Luke has pots and pots of coffee just waiting for you! And me of course."
"Hey, what show was Tristan on, anyway?"
"Why," Lorelai said coyly, "You interested?"
"No." Rory said defensively.
"Suuuuure. He was on that show...you know, with that Clara K. woman. What's with the initial anyway?"
Rory shrugged. "Must be a trade-mark thing...wait a minute, that means he's in San Francisco right now!"
"Oohhhh, I think you should call him."
"And I suppose you magically have his number?"
"Of course not silly! Call Kate or someone, I'm sure they'll be able to dig it up."
"He probably doesn't want to hear from me anyway."
Rory noticed she had a call waiting. "Mom, I have to go now, I think Kate's calling. I'll call soon, okay?"
"Alright munchkin! Make sure to kiss some hot boys for your married mother!"
Rory laughed. "Okay, love you."
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AN: I apologize for my previous outburst. It's just that my fear of clowns had gotten the better of me.
A little dance number on Ellie*: Luke and Lorelai got together sometime during Rory's senior year at Chilton, and since Rory is twenty-ish (details, details- pfft!) ....Ellie would probably be eight-ish (yes, I do love those ish-es) and skipped a year so now she's in year four.
LOVELY.
You don't have to review, and I won't threaten you guys about not writing anymore chapters or punish you with slow updates or short chapters, because, as SCARY as it is...I actually like to update.
So at this point where I'm clarifying myself to you all, I would like to wish you a happy birthday (let's just pretend)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY! (You're three Eloise! Three!)
But..REVIEWS WOULD BE GREATLY OVERWHELMINGLY ACCEPTED, APPRECIATED AND CHERISHED UNTIL DEATH DO US PART....that sounded quite morbid didn't it.