a/n: wow, I'm actually posting a lot these days! Don't you love long weekends? Thank you so much for all the reviews. I love all your ideas and opinions. I'm trying to work some of them into my story. After all, this is fan fiction and you guys are fans too!
Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore girls. If for some reason you thought I did and you sued me, you would get about seven dollars and forty seven cents. I would say it definitely isn't worth it.
***chapter 5: backed up email***
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Tristan's cell phone kept ringing from somewhere in the car. He wasn't used to driving on the right side of the car, or the left side of the rode, so he wasn't too skilled at feeling around the passenger seat for his phone while he drove. Whoever was calling was persistent. The phone rang again for the third time. Tristan pulled over to the side of the rode so he could answer.
"Talk to me."
"How dare you tell arrange a marriage behind my back!" a nearly hysterical woman yelled on the other end of the phone.
"Excuse me?"
"I was just informed tonight that I'm getting married to you. You. Tristan Dugrey! Of all people!"
"Who is this?" he asked.
"Paris, Paris Geller. What, you don't remember me? Well that would be expected since I haven't talked to you in six years! But apparently you and my father don't understand that. What perverse mind do you have that makes you think I would actually marry you? So what, maybe I liked you back in tenth grade. But I was fifteen! Fifteen Tristan. Not twenty-two. For your information I am happy now. I have a good job, a steady relationship, and an awful nice apartment in New York City. For the first time in my life I am happy, and dare I say, even normal. Yah, that's right normal. And I haven't been normal in a long, long time."
"Are you done?" Tristan asked, trying to sound bored but in fact delighted by her comical hysteria.
"Don't use that tone Tristan. You can't act like you have power of me just because you said you'd marry me. I haven't agreed to it yet, so don't get your tux on. Hell, I called to tell you I am not marrying you. So you better call my father and tell him this is off."
"Paris, I never said I would marry you. A little over a month ago my father told me it was arranged, but I called it off at the spot, telling him I'm already engaged to someone else. From that moment on the deal has been off. Why did you just find out tonight? And what time is it there?"
"Two in the morning. Why, where are you?"
"London."
"Oh great, now I'm going to get a wicked expensive long distance bill."
"You didn't answer my question. Who just told you?'
"I got an email from my Dad," she answered.
"How old is it?"
"I don't know, I don't check the dates on those things. I hardly ever even check my email; it's so impersonal. I prefer hearing a person's voice, or even a personalized letter. The world is turning into a lonely place. No one goes to a bank teller anymore, it's all ATM machines. Grocery stores have express checkout lanes where you check and bag your own groceries. People shop online instead of going to a store. Pretty soon there will no longer be social interaction between strangers. No good morning, have a good afternoon. People will be limited to family and spouse. The world will be a much colder place."
"Wow, Paris. You are so totally drifting away from the topic," Tristan said, getting a little uncomfortable from her vicious attack on society.
"Sorry, I tend to ramble about subjects I'm passionate about when I'm stressed."
"Was there a more recent email that tells you the engagement was off?"
"What's today's date?"
"July sixth."
"Well, yes then. Wow, I feel rather stupid and embarrassed, so I'm going to hang up now. It was nice talking to you Dugrey. Good catching up on the past six years. Hope I talk to you again before the next six go by. And by the way, who's the lucky girl?"
"Rory Gilmore," he said, smiling to himself.
"WHAT!" Paris cried, satisfying Tristan.
"We're engaged."
"You're kidding me? You used to torture her back in high school. What would ever even make her consider going out with you?"
"That was a long time ago Paris," Tristan said.
"Yah, I guess you're right. So when did you guys get engaged?"
"The night I was supposed to get engaged to you."
"What?"
"We're kind of staging an engagement. Rory sent you an email, but you must not be up to that one yet. Well, keep reading Paris. You'll find out everything you need to know. Sorry to stress you out."
"No sorry. At least I got my ranting out of my system so early in the day. Now I can have a whole day of peace."
"So we're down to one psychotic rant a day?"
"I resent that," she said. "But yes. Believe it or not, Dugrey, I've toned down a lot."
"That's what Rory says."
"Well, it was nice talking to you, but my cell phone bill is going to be through the roof. I better go."
"Bye Paris. Hope we talk again soon."
"Bye."
Tristan flipped his phone shut and leaned back in the drivers seat, just enjoying the peace and quiet after that unexpected phone call.
