AN: THANK YOU FOR ALL THE REVIEWS. You have no idea what reviews do to me,
they are exciting, awe-inspiring, motivating, and some other words that I
can't pronounce and haven't a chance in hell of spelling.
BTW, I had no idea that THERE WAS A POSSIBILITY of it being Tristan on the other line!
*Smacks forehead* I didn't even think that far ahead, sorry! I'm not very good at the whole 'element of surprise' thing.
The reason that this chapter is called SEAGULL is because a seagull stole my half-eaten sandwich the other day when I was out having a picnic. Needless to say, that seagull is going to be very sorry. I hope he is reading this and feels anguish at what I have suffered in his....claws or whatever.
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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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"Hello?" Kate's distinguishable voice rung out.
"Hey Kate."
"Rory! Okay, good news or bad news first?"
Rory bit her lip. "Uh-oh, I don't like the sound of this."
"Its not that bad!"
"Bad news."
"You're leaving San Francisco for L.A. in three days."
"What? Why? I love it here this time of year!"
"Yeah, I know, Ror. But here comes the good news!"
"Which is...."
"You've been nominated for a golden globe for best actress in Violet!"
"Oh my god! Are you serious?" Rory asked in amazement.
"Completely!" Kate squealed back.
"When do I leave?"
"Okay. Here's the plan. Your flight is booked for the fifteenth, seven a.m., we're trying to avoid the rush hour-"
"-Good idea."
"-You'll arrive in L.A. at around mid-day. Hotel, pampering...."
"-What am I going to wear?" Rory asked, completely panicked.
"Oh, don't worry. I've got that covered. At your hotel Versace and some other designers have sent over some dresses for you to pick from-"
"-When are you arriving?"
"Aw," Kate said, "I'll be there later that night."
"Hey Kate," Rory said suddenly, "Do you know where the nearest video store is from where I'm staying?"
A pause. "I'm not really sure. Just ask management to send someone out."
"Yeah, I think I'll do that."
"Oh, by the way," Kate said mischievously, "K news called earlier today-"
"-Clara K? What is with the initial anyway?"
"I think it's a trade-mark thing. Anyway, they were wondering if you wanted to do an exclusive Chilton reunion thing."
"You have got to be kidding."
"I'm telling you kid, I saw Tristan Dugrey's interview yesterday, he practically pleaded for you to call him."
"He did not." Rory scoffed.
"What exactly happened between you two in high school? Everyone's dying to know, I mean, I've been your agent for over two years and I still have no idea."
"That's because you've never directly asked."
"Well I was hoping that one day you would just blurt it out."
"Oh, very likely."
"Damn my wishful thinking..so what happened? I'm asking directly now."
"It's complicated." Rory said.
"You guys went out, didn't you."
"What gave you that idea?"
"When people say 'it's complicated', something usually happened."
"Well...i've kissed him-"
"-Oh my god-"
"-Let me finish! It was only once and it was a mistake!" Rory babbled.
"-The media would have a feeding frenzy!"
"You're overreacting!"
Kate started laughing. "Was he a good kisser?"
"Kate!" Rory protested.
"Fine, keep all the juicy details to yourself!" Kate said, still chuckling.
"Argh!"
"You lucky girl! He is majorly hot."
"Thanks for that, Kate." Rory said dryly.
Kate laughed in response. "Okay, well, have fun renting movies or whatever gorgeous, famous women do!"
"Once again, thanks for that, Kate." Rory groaned.
"Cya, Ror." Kate said cheerily.
Rory put the phone back on the receiver and after a moment of hesitation, dialed the number for management.
Somebody picked up immediately.
"What can I do for you, Miss Gilmore?"
"Uh," Rory was slightly startled at how quickly he answered, "Do you know where the nearest video store is?"
"We have a very large collection right here in the hotel, Miss." He answered politely.
"...Do you have Willy Wonka and the chocolate factory?"
"Er, I will have to check, Miss Gilmore." The man said, slightly flustered.
Rory could hear him speaking to another person rapidly. "Miss Gilmore?" He asked after a moment.
"Yes?"
"I'm terribly sorry, we don't seem to have that particular video, but we could send out for it if you wish, because I wouldn't suggest going outside right now..." He trailed off.
"That would be really appreciated, er..."
"-Chris."
"Chris." Rory smiled into the phone, "Is it really bad out there?"
"Unfortunately." Chris said regretfully.
"That's alright. Thank you very much."
"We'll have that video sent up immediately." He promised.
With that, Rory hung up and lay down on the bed, gazing up at the ceiling.
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AN: whadda ya think?
More formally put: PLEASE REVIEW : - )
I'm going to teach that silly little seagull how to make its own sandwiches so that he (or she, no need for seagull gender discrimination here) doesn't have to steal mine.
What a greedy, greedy seagull.
SHAME ON HIM.
OR HER.
OR IT.
BUT NOT THE CLOWN, BECAUSE HE SHOULD DIE A SLOW AND AGONISING DEATH BEING BAKED LIKE A POP TART IN THE DESERT SUN.
BTW, I had no idea that THERE WAS A POSSIBILITY of it being Tristan on the other line!
*Smacks forehead* I didn't even think that far ahead, sorry! I'm not very good at the whole 'element of surprise' thing.
The reason that this chapter is called SEAGULL is because a seagull stole my half-eaten sandwich the other day when I was out having a picnic. Needless to say, that seagull is going to be very sorry. I hope he is reading this and feels anguish at what I have suffered in his....claws or whatever.
--RECAP--------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------
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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"Hello?" Kate's distinguishable voice rung out.
"Hey Kate."
"Rory! Okay, good news or bad news first?"
Rory bit her lip. "Uh-oh, I don't like the sound of this."
"Its not that bad!"
"Bad news."
"You're leaving San Francisco for L.A. in three days."
"What? Why? I love it here this time of year!"
"Yeah, I know, Ror. But here comes the good news!"
"Which is...."
"You've been nominated for a golden globe for best actress in Violet!"
"Oh my god! Are you serious?" Rory asked in amazement.
"Completely!" Kate squealed back.
"When do I leave?"
"Okay. Here's the plan. Your flight is booked for the fifteenth, seven a.m., we're trying to avoid the rush hour-"
"-Good idea."
"-You'll arrive in L.A. at around mid-day. Hotel, pampering...."
"-What am I going to wear?" Rory asked, completely panicked.
"Oh, don't worry. I've got that covered. At your hotel Versace and some other designers have sent over some dresses for you to pick from-"
"-When are you arriving?"
"Aw," Kate said, "I'll be there later that night."
"Hey Kate," Rory said suddenly, "Do you know where the nearest video store is from where I'm staying?"
A pause. "I'm not really sure. Just ask management to send someone out."
"Yeah, I think I'll do that."
"Oh, by the way," Kate said mischievously, "K news called earlier today-"
"-Clara K? What is with the initial anyway?"
"I think it's a trade-mark thing. Anyway, they were wondering if you wanted to do an exclusive Chilton reunion thing."
"You have got to be kidding."
"I'm telling you kid, I saw Tristan Dugrey's interview yesterday, he practically pleaded for you to call him."
"He did not." Rory scoffed.
"What exactly happened between you two in high school? Everyone's dying to know, I mean, I've been your agent for over two years and I still have no idea."
"That's because you've never directly asked."
"Well I was hoping that one day you would just blurt it out."
"Oh, very likely."
"Damn my wishful thinking..so what happened? I'm asking directly now."
"It's complicated." Rory said.
"You guys went out, didn't you."
"What gave you that idea?"
"When people say 'it's complicated', something usually happened."
"Well...i've kissed him-"
"-Oh my god-"
"-Let me finish! It was only once and it was a mistake!" Rory babbled.
"-The media would have a feeding frenzy!"
"You're overreacting!"
Kate started laughing. "Was he a good kisser?"
"Kate!" Rory protested.
"Fine, keep all the juicy details to yourself!" Kate said, still chuckling.
"Argh!"
"You lucky girl! He is majorly hot."
"Thanks for that, Kate." Rory said dryly.
Kate laughed in response. "Okay, well, have fun renting movies or whatever gorgeous, famous women do!"
"Once again, thanks for that, Kate." Rory groaned.
"Cya, Ror." Kate said cheerily.
Rory put the phone back on the receiver and after a moment of hesitation, dialed the number for management.
Somebody picked up immediately.
"What can I do for you, Miss Gilmore?"
"Uh," Rory was slightly startled at how quickly he answered, "Do you know where the nearest video store is?"
"We have a very large collection right here in the hotel, Miss." He answered politely.
"...Do you have Willy Wonka and the chocolate factory?"
"Er, I will have to check, Miss Gilmore." The man said, slightly flustered.
Rory could hear him speaking to another person rapidly. "Miss Gilmore?" He asked after a moment.
"Yes?"
"I'm terribly sorry, we don't seem to have that particular video, but we could send out for it if you wish, because I wouldn't suggest going outside right now..." He trailed off.
"That would be really appreciated, er..."
"-Chris."
"Chris." Rory smiled into the phone, "Is it really bad out there?"
"Unfortunately." Chris said regretfully.
"That's alright. Thank you very much."
"We'll have that video sent up immediately." He promised.
With that, Rory hung up and lay down on the bed, gazing up at the ceiling.
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AN: whadda ya think?
More formally put: PLEASE REVIEW : - )
I'm going to teach that silly little seagull how to make its own sandwiches so that he (or she, no need for seagull gender discrimination here) doesn't have to steal mine.
What a greedy, greedy seagull.
SHAME ON HIM.
OR HER.
OR IT.
BUT NOT THE CLOWN, BECAUSE HE SHOULD DIE A SLOW AND AGONISING DEATH BEING BAKED LIKE A POP TART IN THE DESERT SUN.