Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from Gilmore Girls; they belong to
WB and Amy Sherman-Palladino. I'm just borrowing them for a little while.
A/N: this is my first fan fic, ever. So please be gentle!! I apologize for any spelling errors; if you see any, just tell me. Please review!!
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As she shoved her hair back behind her ear, Rory Gilmore gazed at the screen in front of her.
"I'll never get this story done before my deadline." she thought to herself.
She decided she just had to finish it tomorrow, as her eyelids felt as heavy as bricks. She saved the few words she managed to get down, and turned off her computer. Yawning and stretching, she walked to the window to close the curtains. Looking down at the streets beneath her, she once again thought about how lucky she was, getting such a great apartment at a spot like this.
She watched at the many lights that even on this time of the hour shone brightly. No matter how late it was, in Manhattan you could always see lights shining, and people walking down the streets.
She looked at the ones passing by. Two men, one dark, the other blond. They stopped, right down her window, giving Rory a chance to take a good look at them. One of them looked familiar, but she couldn't quit place him, due to her tiredness and also the vague shining of the streetlamps. She wanted to know who he was, as a strange feeling stirred in her stomach. But she figured, that if she really knew him, and he was in New York now, she would probably see him around. At least that was what she hoped, given the great surface of the city. But if faith was kind to her, she would probably see him around.
She watched the two guys follow their path as their contours faded in the night. She sighed and walked to her bedroom. With the feeling something was about to happen she lay down. As she thought about the guy outside, somewhere else in New York, she felt sleep come over her. Her last thought was that she had to find out who he was.
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As Rory dreamt about a blond guy with tousled hair, she once knew, not far away from her that same guy was busy unpacking his things, and preparing himself for life in NYC.
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That same night, the same guy Rory saw walking down the streets, was sitting on his bed. Asking himself what had gotten into him, to just take off like that. Leaving his father in pure frustration. It was always assumed Tristan DuGrey would follow his father's footsteps by being at the head of the DuGrey Corporation, by living his father's life. It was never thought of that this Tristan was a completely different person than his father, and not even considered he would maybe want to live a different life than his father, his own life. All his life he was expected to be a person he was not, to live a life he did not want to live, and if he even dared not to live up to these expectations, he was punished. Which only accomplished to make him even more furious to get away from that life. And now, he had finally done it, he had broken free. For the first time in his life he didn't have to follow anyone's rules but his own.
The first rule he had set up, was that he could never go back to live that same life. Not to be just an impersonation of his father. Not until they understood that he was an individual with an individual personality and an individual mind that could lay out his own future. Not until his parents would look at him as their son. Because that was what he had missed the most in his childhood, the undivided love of a parent. Of course, his parents had loved him, they had to, in their on cold ways. But he needed more than that. He needed warmth and caring, which they didn't give him. Of course, he all the luxuries he could wish for, the big house, the fancy cars, but love wasn't to buy with money.
While he was thinking' about this first rule, he was busy living his second. Which was to find a job and earn his own money, not another nickel would be spend by him that wasen't his own. At this moment he was sitting on his bed scanning the NY Times for job vacancies. Of course there were numerous jobs he could apply for, but there just wasn't anything that really spoke to him. And of course he couldn't forget about the third rule, which was to have as much fun as possible.
Thinkin' about this last rule, he got up and went to the kitchen. He opened the fridge and grabbed a beer.
"Yo T. Pass me one of those."
Tristan looked up and saw his roommate standing behind the refrigerator door.
"He man, I thought you went to sleep."
"Yeah, I did, but I just got thirsty, I see you were too."
Tristan grinned at the tall guy with dark hair and green eyes, he moved to New York with. He was lucky he had such a great friend. He met him at Military camp, where he got into a fight with this guy on his first day there. After they kissed and made up, they became good friends, so good actually, they had shared a room during college and now here, in New York.
He grabbed another beer and closed the fridge. He tossed Josh Thompson, his roommate and best friend, a beer and walked over to the living room. While opening the can, he shoved away the curtains in front of the windows, and looked outside. Staring down at the streets he sighed.
"This is going to be one heck of an experience."
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Well.This is it then, the first and improved chapter of my first story. Hope you liked it. But whether you did or not, please review and let me know, else it will never get better and it will continue to suck, which only leads to a lot of space fill with a lot of garbage. right??
So. Just review!! (*SIGH*)
A/N: this is my first fan fic, ever. So please be gentle!! I apologize for any spelling errors; if you see any, just tell me. Please review!!
~*~#~*~
As she shoved her hair back behind her ear, Rory Gilmore gazed at the screen in front of her.
"I'll never get this story done before my deadline." she thought to herself.
She decided she just had to finish it tomorrow, as her eyelids felt as heavy as bricks. She saved the few words she managed to get down, and turned off her computer. Yawning and stretching, she walked to the window to close the curtains. Looking down at the streets beneath her, she once again thought about how lucky she was, getting such a great apartment at a spot like this.
She watched at the many lights that even on this time of the hour shone brightly. No matter how late it was, in Manhattan you could always see lights shining, and people walking down the streets.
She looked at the ones passing by. Two men, one dark, the other blond. They stopped, right down her window, giving Rory a chance to take a good look at them. One of them looked familiar, but she couldn't quit place him, due to her tiredness and also the vague shining of the streetlamps. She wanted to know who he was, as a strange feeling stirred in her stomach. But she figured, that if she really knew him, and he was in New York now, she would probably see him around. At least that was what she hoped, given the great surface of the city. But if faith was kind to her, she would probably see him around.
She watched the two guys follow their path as their contours faded in the night. She sighed and walked to her bedroom. With the feeling something was about to happen she lay down. As she thought about the guy outside, somewhere else in New York, she felt sleep come over her. Her last thought was that she had to find out who he was.
~*~
As Rory dreamt about a blond guy with tousled hair, she once knew, not far away from her that same guy was busy unpacking his things, and preparing himself for life in NYC.
~*~
That same night, the same guy Rory saw walking down the streets, was sitting on his bed. Asking himself what had gotten into him, to just take off like that. Leaving his father in pure frustration. It was always assumed Tristan DuGrey would follow his father's footsteps by being at the head of the DuGrey Corporation, by living his father's life. It was never thought of that this Tristan was a completely different person than his father, and not even considered he would maybe want to live a different life than his father, his own life. All his life he was expected to be a person he was not, to live a life he did not want to live, and if he even dared not to live up to these expectations, he was punished. Which only accomplished to make him even more furious to get away from that life. And now, he had finally done it, he had broken free. For the first time in his life he didn't have to follow anyone's rules but his own.
The first rule he had set up, was that he could never go back to live that same life. Not to be just an impersonation of his father. Not until they understood that he was an individual with an individual personality and an individual mind that could lay out his own future. Not until his parents would look at him as their son. Because that was what he had missed the most in his childhood, the undivided love of a parent. Of course, his parents had loved him, they had to, in their on cold ways. But he needed more than that. He needed warmth and caring, which they didn't give him. Of course, he all the luxuries he could wish for, the big house, the fancy cars, but love wasn't to buy with money.
While he was thinking' about this first rule, he was busy living his second. Which was to find a job and earn his own money, not another nickel would be spend by him that wasen't his own. At this moment he was sitting on his bed scanning the NY Times for job vacancies. Of course there were numerous jobs he could apply for, but there just wasn't anything that really spoke to him. And of course he couldn't forget about the third rule, which was to have as much fun as possible.
Thinkin' about this last rule, he got up and went to the kitchen. He opened the fridge and grabbed a beer.
"Yo T. Pass me one of those."
Tristan looked up and saw his roommate standing behind the refrigerator door.
"He man, I thought you went to sleep."
"Yeah, I did, but I just got thirsty, I see you were too."
Tristan grinned at the tall guy with dark hair and green eyes, he moved to New York with. He was lucky he had such a great friend. He met him at Military camp, where he got into a fight with this guy on his first day there. After they kissed and made up, they became good friends, so good actually, they had shared a room during college and now here, in New York.
He grabbed another beer and closed the fridge. He tossed Josh Thompson, his roommate and best friend, a beer and walked over to the living room. While opening the can, he shoved away the curtains in front of the windows, and looked outside. Staring down at the streets he sighed.
"This is going to be one heck of an experience."
~*~#~*~
Well.This is it then, the first and improved chapter of my first story. Hope you liked it. But whether you did or not, please review and let me know, else it will never get better and it will continue to suck, which only leads to a lot of space fill with a lot of garbage. right??
So. Just review!! (*SIGH*)