*Disclaimer: I don't own the series Gilmore Girls or the characters. All I
own is my imagination and the plot.
*A/N: Hey!!! I'm still not sure about this story, but since the reviews proved otherwise, I guess I will just continue writing this story. Personally I think this is the best chapter so far. But you guys can prove me wrong if you want. Enjoy!!! :-)
*~*~*:-)*~*~*Bye, smile :-)
Rory steadily went around one of the corners of the many corridors, making it seem like a maze some times. It was an intricacy of classrooms, doors and hallways. But an intricacy Rory didn't mind. She liked the large size of these buildings. It gave her the possibility to hide from the haunting susurrations and intimidating looks that unfolded around her every day. As she brought her eyes up, she already knew that someone had been watching her. But she would have never guessed that those watchful eyes would belong to the mastermind behind all those whispers and gazes.
Rory slowed down, so she would have a little more time to study him and calculate his intentions, though she knew from experience that intentions weren't always as crystal clear as it may seem. And as she took in Zack's somewhat threatening expression, she also so the kind features that were messily tucked away beneath the surface. Suddenly she made a decision and started to continue her steady pace towards him. After all he had already seen her and she did need to get to her locker. Besides though she was a little unsure and taken back by his phone call last night, she was indeed curious.
''Hey,'' she said, as she stopped, leaving a safe distance between them.
Zack amusedly grinned, as he put one hand in his pocket. ''You hung up on me.''
''I remember doing something like that,'' Rory said, trying to remain calm.
Though she couldn't deny that he was doing something to her. Memories of Tristan that she had put to rest were slowly awakening out of their temporary daze. She had purposely forced herself not to think about Tristan that often, but sometimes it was impossible, like right now. Whereas she didn't even know why, since she was talking to Zack and Tristan hadn't even been on her mind until now.
''Why ?''
Rory shrugged and opened up her locker, glad that at least for a short period of time there would be a barrier between her and his eyes.
''I was surprised.''
''So, you hang up on people when you're surprised ?'' Zack repeated, raising one eyebrow, though it wasn't visible to Rory.
''Besides I didn't know how you got my number.''
''I know I might not seem like the kind of person who has a superior mind, I do know how to open a phone book and remember a last name, Rory Gilmore.''
Rory quickly grabbed the books that she need and closed her locker. ''You went through all that trouble ?''
''Yep, I carried the burden of your name with me until I got my hands on a phone book, one that gave me paper cuts afterwards.''
Rory automatically lowered her eyes to his hands, without really having a reason to. As she quickly brought her eyes up to look at him, she couldn't help but notice how perfectly his uniform fitted. He wasn't wearing his blazer, which only accentuated the tightness of his shirt even more. Rory blushed, hoping that it wasn't too obvious.
''Why ?''
''Cause believe it or not, I find you a refreshing person to talk to,'' Zack answered, without a hint of deceit that Rory could detect,
''Refreshing ?''
''Yeah, you seem to have your own opinions and you didn't care that were a little rude to me even though I do wear the crown at Chilton.''
A vintage crown, those word lay on the tip of Rory's tongue. A crown that had been worn by another king before. Though she couldn't help thinking that maybe Tristan lost his throne to a better ruler, ignoring the fact that she was a little bitter and frustrated over Tristan's broken promises. A promise he hadn't said in so many words.
''You think highly of yourself.''
Zack grinned again, causing Rory to smile herself. There was something contagious about the way his lips curved.
''So, since calling is out of the question, I guess I'll have to ask you in person,'' Zack started.
''Ask me what ?''
''If you would want to go out with me ?''
''On a date ?'' Rory asked, not taking his question seriously.
Zack shrugged. ''We don't have to call it that. We could just pretend to randomly run in to each other.''
''At the same time and place ? Yeah, very random.''
''What do you say ?'' Zack asked, subtly pushing her to say yes.
''I don't even know you.''
''That's the main goal of this date. But if you can't wait until then I would be more than glad to tell you about my favorite pastime and color right now.''
''I didn't say yes yet,'' Rory pointed out.
''Yet ? Does that mean that you're considering my offer ?''
Rory thought about it for a couple of seconds. She actually was considering his offer. And to be honest, she couldn't find a reason not to. He seemed nice, he definitely was some kind of definition of charming and he had a humorous way with words. Rory glanced at him. He was the opposite from Tristan with his black hair and his gleaming jade eyes. Although she knew that they were more alike than she would like to admit.
''What did you have in mind ?'' Rory asked, a small smile threatening to spill across her lips.
''Well, since we should probably get to know each other, I was thinking of something like bowling.''
Rory let a smile pour onto her face as she thought about how perfect his idea was. It wasn't formal, so she didn't have to worry about coming up with interesting subjects to talk about or having to look him in the eye throughout the night. It actually sounded like fun.
''Okay.''
''For a moment I thought you didn't even know those words.''
''You're getting closer to the edge and we didn't even go bowling yet,'' Rory playfully warned.
''I apologize. Would Saturday work for you ?''
Rory nodded.
''Good, there's a small bowling alley right behind Chilton called 'Strikez'. Shall I pick you up ?''
Rory shook her head. ''No.''
Zack shrugged. ''Okay.''
When the bell rang Rory realized that she had been talking with him for almost ten minutes now. And those ten minutes weren't regretted.
''I have to get to class,'' Rory said.
Zack nodded. ''I'll see you around.''
''Bye,'' Rory said, as she watched him turn around and head in the opposite direction.
When he was halfway across the hallway, a girl grabbed his arm and stopped him. They started to talk and just as Rory started to doubt her decision, Zack looked up and flashed her one of his charming grins. Rory turned around with a blush tainting her face, pleased with the choice she made. Zack was too, but for a very different reason. As soon as Rory disappeared into one of the classrooms, he brought his mouth down and caught the girl's lips with his, while he slowly started to lead her towards one of the lockers.
*~*~*
Rory rang the doorbell and took a step back, waiting for someone in the Kim residence to open the door. When she was about to ring the doorbell once more, the door flew open revealing her best friend. Along with her presence came the sound of music, with people singing in a language that Rory couldn't understand.
''Hey, what's with the music ?''
''That would be Korean gospel. I have to learn it. Apparently it will give me the chance to earn me a front row seat in heaven,'' Lane explained.
''As long as it's next to Johnny Depp and all those other actors you secretly keep pictures from.''
''Yeah,'' Lane said, with a smile. ''My mom thinks those pictures are one step away from porn.'' Lane rolled her eyes before continuing. ''Of course there was this scene in Pirates where he............''
''Lane ! Next song will be a little more upbeat !'' came her mom's voice.
''Coming ! So, what's up ?''
''Remember Zack ?'' Rory asked.
''Refresh my memory with some colorful descriptions.''
''The cutest guy ever ?'' Rory hopefully asked.
''Right, black hair. Sure, why ?''
''I'm going on a date with him.''
''Oh my God !'' Lane squealed, before quickly covering her mouth with her hand. ''Really ? I can't believe it. He looks a little like Johnny Depp except for the eyes. When ?''
''Saturday,'' Rory answered excitedly.
''Lane !''
''I'm trying to close the door, mama ! I think it needs to be replaced, slugs go faster !'' Lane yelled over her shoulder.
Rory raised her eyebrow.
''We have to arrange a plan, so we can go shopping for some new clothes.''
''It's on the top of my list of things to do,'' Rory said.
''Okay, talk to you later.''
''Bye,'' she said, before Lane closed the door.
Rory smiled as she listened to her best friend's singing. She should just stick with rock.
*~*~*
The first thing Rory heard when she came home from studying with Jess, were the sounds of bubbly pop music. Music her mom only put on when she was mad or frustrated about something. Rory dumped her books on the couch, before going up to her mom's room, knowing that yelling wouldn't get her anywhere.
As Rory entered Lorelai's room, she noticed the clothes that were scattered everywhere. But she was used to this, her mom would always drag all her clothes out of her closet and then complain that she didn't have any clothes. Which was a total lie of course, since her closet was overflowing with them. But she never threw anything out unless there were only a few threads left. And as soon as she threw out a shirt, she would buy at least three new ones and a pair of boots that would be worn once before spending the rest of their lives at the bottom of Lorelai's closet.
While Rory walked over to the radio, she spotted her mom wearing clothes that should have been thrown out a couple of years ago. She was wearing a skirt that was making Rory dizzy; it had a circle design on it in different shades of purple. Next to that she was wearing a white furry sweater with silver glitters and white plateau boots.
''I thought we sold those at a yard sale ?'' Rory asked, as she turned off the radio and motioned towards her mom's white boots.
''We did, I bought them.''
''So, what's with the music..........and those clothes ?'' Rory asked.
''Well, my mom called me at the Inn this afternoon. She moved Saturday night's dinner to this night, because of some stupid business trip they were going on or something.''
''What about just skipping this week's dinner ?''
Lorelai shook her head with a bitter smile. ''My mom didn't even want to hear of that. She doesn't get to see us that much anyway, so skipping would be the end of the world in their eyes.''
''Okay, that explains the music, but why are you dressed in a skirt that looks as if it's rotating and a sweater that could have possibly been an animal of some sort ?''
''Cause those will be the same thoughts my parents will have when they see me in these clothes. It will annoy and possibly shock my mother enough to have a heart attack,'' Lorelai said, as she put some bright purple lipstick on her lips.
''Does that glow in the dark ?'' Rory dryly asked, referring to her mother's lipstick.
''I wouldn't be mocking, since you will be wearing something like this too.''
''Mom, that's immature.''
Lorelai pouted and crossed her arms. ''We're blood, you're supposed to be on my side.''
''Your mom and dad are my grandparents, which makes us blood too,'' Rory countered, with a pleased look on her face.
''But our blood flows..........closer. Please ?''
Rory sighed, as she brought her gaze to the clothes that were lying on the bed. ''Fine, I'll just tell them that our washing machine is broken.''
Lorelai smiled as she handed Rory a pair of yellow pants. Rory started to take off her jeans, so she could try on the pants her mom gave her.
''Mom, I have something to tell you.''
''Is it dirty ?'' came her mom's automatic response.
Rory rolled her eyes, as she grabbed a shirt of the bed without looking. ''No, but it is about a boy.''
''A boy.......? Does this boy have a name or shall I just make one up ?''
''His name's Zack and he.............''
''It is dirty,'' Lorelai interrupted.
Rory grimaced. ''He asked me out on a date and I said yes.''
''Really ? You actually said yes to one of those rich snobs ?''
''He seems like a nice rich snob,'' Rory said.
''What about good looking ? Cause that would make him a good looking nice rich snob.''
Rory smiled. ''You think I did the right thing ? I mean, what if he ends up being a jerk or something ?''
''You won't find out if you don't go out on a date with him.''
''So, you think I made a good choice ?'' Rory asked, just wanting to hear her mom's opinion.
''I think it's great..........it'll give us a chance to shop for clothes. I desperately need a new skirt, I mean, I have none.''
*~*~*
''We look ridiculous,'' Rory said, dressed in a red dress, a yellow boa and flipflops with a big blue rose on them.
''We do not,'' Lorelai said, right before tripping and falling against the closed door.
''You were saying.''
Lorelai quickly found her balance again and gave Rory a look, before the door was opened by Emily herself.
''We have a bell, you know ?''
''Sorry mom, I just couldn't stop myself from knocking,'' Lorelai said, while Rory contained her urge to laugh.
''Come in,'' Emily said, before turning around. ''Since you two are late, as usual, you can come straight to the dining room.''
Rory headed for the door, but when she noticed that her mom wasn't behind her, she looked back at her mom. ''Aren't you coming ?''
Lorelai nodded. ''As soon as you give me a hand.''
''Why ?''
''Cause mommy forgot that she couldn't walk more than three steps in these shoes. Besides, I can't feel my toes.''
Rory sighed, as she took her mom's hand and went inside the house. They took their coats off, though Rory tried to get her mom to let her keep on her coat during dinner.
''I should have worn something underneath, it itches,'' Lorelai complained, as they were on their way to the dining room.
When they entered the dinning room, Emily's jaw dropped, which caused Lorelai to smile.
''Oh my God, Richard...........''
Richard looked up from the business magazine he always read before dinner. ''You two look colorful.''
*~*~*
Meanwhile Tristan had sat down to dinner too. Although he was dressed less colorful than the two Gilmore Girls. His attire consisted of military green pants and a plain white shirt. His closet was full of the same kind of pants and shirts. Unfortunately he hadn't gotten the chance to change into a clean pair yet, he had just gotten back from another training out on the field. And once again, he had the intention to eat as fast as he could, so he would be the first one in the shower, when there was still some warm water. He had showered with cold water before, but he wouldn't recommend it. It took him longer to get all the dirt off.
Tristan took a bite of his steamed vegetables. He had to admit that the food was pretty good here. Though he did miss the taste of Paola's Spanish dishes. As he took another bite, two other guys sat down and joined him. Normally he would have said something about it, since he liked to be left alone and didn't come here to make friends. But these two, Marty and Lawrence, had become his friends almost immediately.
Marty looked as if he didn't belong here, though he came here on his own free will. He was from LA, a natural born surfer who lived for danger. But that didn't make him stand out from the other guys here, since most of them were here for the rush, but Marty looked like a surfer. Which was sometimes to his misfortune. He used to have blond hair that came to his shoulder, but the first day it got cut off. He also wore these bead necklaces wherever he went and a pair of shades, which he only took off during dinner and during his shower.
The second guy, Lawrence, looked as if he belonged here. He was big with a muscular built. He was a macho, who took any dare you gave him and liked to brag about all the girl he did in the weekends. With his intimidating expression and big mouth, it seemed as if he had been born for this.
''So, you guys remember Stacey right ? Tight little body, natural blond,'' Lawrence started, eyeing Marty as he said those last two words.
Tristan nodded, not really paying attention to him. He had learned to block out his words. All he could talk about was girls anyway.
''Well, she wants to meet me again this weekend, only this time she promised to bring a friend. So, what do you say Marty ?''
Marty shook his head. ''I don't think so dude, I'm going to spend the weekend at home. Surf and hang out at the arcade.''
Lawrence snorted, but didn't make any remark about Marty's last sentence. Instead he moved his gaze over to Tristan. ''What about you T ?''
''What's she like ?'' Tristan asked, pretending to be interested.
''Hot, and if she looks like Stacey she'll have killer legs too.''
Tristan smirked. ''I'm in.''
''Great, we'll have a blast.''
As they continued eating, Tristan thought about the decision he just made. He wondered why he gave in, when he didn't really want to. He could have spend his Saturday thinking of what to say to Rory, so when he called her he wouldn't find himself not knowing what to say. Maybe this date would give him the chance to practice his charms. Rory would never find out. And though he knew this, he couldn't help but to feel guilty about saying yes to Lawrence. After all, he didn't even know this girl and he didn't want to leave another reputation like the one he had back at Chilton. He wanted to break that one down, leaving space to build a new one. One that he could be proud off. One that Rory not only could, but would be proud off.
*R*E*V*I*E*W*! Please ? :-) I know, this is probably going to turn out as one of the worst stories I have ever written, but it's hard......I mean, Rory's way over here and Tristan is way over there.........for now anyway. ;-) And thank you so much for the reviews, it made me change my mind about deleting this story. :-)
*A/N: Hey!!! I'm still not sure about this story, but since the reviews proved otherwise, I guess I will just continue writing this story. Personally I think this is the best chapter so far. But you guys can prove me wrong if you want. Enjoy!!! :-)
*~*~*:-)*~*~*Bye, smile :-)
Rory steadily went around one of the corners of the many corridors, making it seem like a maze some times. It was an intricacy of classrooms, doors and hallways. But an intricacy Rory didn't mind. She liked the large size of these buildings. It gave her the possibility to hide from the haunting susurrations and intimidating looks that unfolded around her every day. As she brought her eyes up, she already knew that someone had been watching her. But she would have never guessed that those watchful eyes would belong to the mastermind behind all those whispers and gazes.
Rory slowed down, so she would have a little more time to study him and calculate his intentions, though she knew from experience that intentions weren't always as crystal clear as it may seem. And as she took in Zack's somewhat threatening expression, she also so the kind features that were messily tucked away beneath the surface. Suddenly she made a decision and started to continue her steady pace towards him. After all he had already seen her and she did need to get to her locker. Besides though she was a little unsure and taken back by his phone call last night, she was indeed curious.
''Hey,'' she said, as she stopped, leaving a safe distance between them.
Zack amusedly grinned, as he put one hand in his pocket. ''You hung up on me.''
''I remember doing something like that,'' Rory said, trying to remain calm.
Though she couldn't deny that he was doing something to her. Memories of Tristan that she had put to rest were slowly awakening out of their temporary daze. She had purposely forced herself not to think about Tristan that often, but sometimes it was impossible, like right now. Whereas she didn't even know why, since she was talking to Zack and Tristan hadn't even been on her mind until now.
''Why ?''
Rory shrugged and opened up her locker, glad that at least for a short period of time there would be a barrier between her and his eyes.
''I was surprised.''
''So, you hang up on people when you're surprised ?'' Zack repeated, raising one eyebrow, though it wasn't visible to Rory.
''Besides I didn't know how you got my number.''
''I know I might not seem like the kind of person who has a superior mind, I do know how to open a phone book and remember a last name, Rory Gilmore.''
Rory quickly grabbed the books that she need and closed her locker. ''You went through all that trouble ?''
''Yep, I carried the burden of your name with me until I got my hands on a phone book, one that gave me paper cuts afterwards.''
Rory automatically lowered her eyes to his hands, without really having a reason to. As she quickly brought her eyes up to look at him, she couldn't help but notice how perfectly his uniform fitted. He wasn't wearing his blazer, which only accentuated the tightness of his shirt even more. Rory blushed, hoping that it wasn't too obvious.
''Why ?''
''Cause believe it or not, I find you a refreshing person to talk to,'' Zack answered, without a hint of deceit that Rory could detect,
''Refreshing ?''
''Yeah, you seem to have your own opinions and you didn't care that were a little rude to me even though I do wear the crown at Chilton.''
A vintage crown, those word lay on the tip of Rory's tongue. A crown that had been worn by another king before. Though she couldn't help thinking that maybe Tristan lost his throne to a better ruler, ignoring the fact that she was a little bitter and frustrated over Tristan's broken promises. A promise he hadn't said in so many words.
''You think highly of yourself.''
Zack grinned again, causing Rory to smile herself. There was something contagious about the way his lips curved.
''So, since calling is out of the question, I guess I'll have to ask you in person,'' Zack started.
''Ask me what ?''
''If you would want to go out with me ?''
''On a date ?'' Rory asked, not taking his question seriously.
Zack shrugged. ''We don't have to call it that. We could just pretend to randomly run in to each other.''
''At the same time and place ? Yeah, very random.''
''What do you say ?'' Zack asked, subtly pushing her to say yes.
''I don't even know you.''
''That's the main goal of this date. But if you can't wait until then I would be more than glad to tell you about my favorite pastime and color right now.''
''I didn't say yes yet,'' Rory pointed out.
''Yet ? Does that mean that you're considering my offer ?''
Rory thought about it for a couple of seconds. She actually was considering his offer. And to be honest, she couldn't find a reason not to. He seemed nice, he definitely was some kind of definition of charming and he had a humorous way with words. Rory glanced at him. He was the opposite from Tristan with his black hair and his gleaming jade eyes. Although she knew that they were more alike than she would like to admit.
''What did you have in mind ?'' Rory asked, a small smile threatening to spill across her lips.
''Well, since we should probably get to know each other, I was thinking of something like bowling.''
Rory let a smile pour onto her face as she thought about how perfect his idea was. It wasn't formal, so she didn't have to worry about coming up with interesting subjects to talk about or having to look him in the eye throughout the night. It actually sounded like fun.
''Okay.''
''For a moment I thought you didn't even know those words.''
''You're getting closer to the edge and we didn't even go bowling yet,'' Rory playfully warned.
''I apologize. Would Saturday work for you ?''
Rory nodded.
''Good, there's a small bowling alley right behind Chilton called 'Strikez'. Shall I pick you up ?''
Rory shook her head. ''No.''
Zack shrugged. ''Okay.''
When the bell rang Rory realized that she had been talking with him for almost ten minutes now. And those ten minutes weren't regretted.
''I have to get to class,'' Rory said.
Zack nodded. ''I'll see you around.''
''Bye,'' Rory said, as she watched him turn around and head in the opposite direction.
When he was halfway across the hallway, a girl grabbed his arm and stopped him. They started to talk and just as Rory started to doubt her decision, Zack looked up and flashed her one of his charming grins. Rory turned around with a blush tainting her face, pleased with the choice she made. Zack was too, but for a very different reason. As soon as Rory disappeared into one of the classrooms, he brought his mouth down and caught the girl's lips with his, while he slowly started to lead her towards one of the lockers.
*~*~*
Rory rang the doorbell and took a step back, waiting for someone in the Kim residence to open the door. When she was about to ring the doorbell once more, the door flew open revealing her best friend. Along with her presence came the sound of music, with people singing in a language that Rory couldn't understand.
''Hey, what's with the music ?''
''That would be Korean gospel. I have to learn it. Apparently it will give me the chance to earn me a front row seat in heaven,'' Lane explained.
''As long as it's next to Johnny Depp and all those other actors you secretly keep pictures from.''
''Yeah,'' Lane said, with a smile. ''My mom thinks those pictures are one step away from porn.'' Lane rolled her eyes before continuing. ''Of course there was this scene in Pirates where he............''
''Lane ! Next song will be a little more upbeat !'' came her mom's voice.
''Coming ! So, what's up ?''
''Remember Zack ?'' Rory asked.
''Refresh my memory with some colorful descriptions.''
''The cutest guy ever ?'' Rory hopefully asked.
''Right, black hair. Sure, why ?''
''I'm going on a date with him.''
''Oh my God !'' Lane squealed, before quickly covering her mouth with her hand. ''Really ? I can't believe it. He looks a little like Johnny Depp except for the eyes. When ?''
''Saturday,'' Rory answered excitedly.
''Lane !''
''I'm trying to close the door, mama ! I think it needs to be replaced, slugs go faster !'' Lane yelled over her shoulder.
Rory raised her eyebrow.
''We have to arrange a plan, so we can go shopping for some new clothes.''
''It's on the top of my list of things to do,'' Rory said.
''Okay, talk to you later.''
''Bye,'' she said, before Lane closed the door.
Rory smiled as she listened to her best friend's singing. She should just stick with rock.
*~*~*
The first thing Rory heard when she came home from studying with Jess, were the sounds of bubbly pop music. Music her mom only put on when she was mad or frustrated about something. Rory dumped her books on the couch, before going up to her mom's room, knowing that yelling wouldn't get her anywhere.
As Rory entered Lorelai's room, she noticed the clothes that were scattered everywhere. But she was used to this, her mom would always drag all her clothes out of her closet and then complain that she didn't have any clothes. Which was a total lie of course, since her closet was overflowing with them. But she never threw anything out unless there were only a few threads left. And as soon as she threw out a shirt, she would buy at least three new ones and a pair of boots that would be worn once before spending the rest of their lives at the bottom of Lorelai's closet.
While Rory walked over to the radio, she spotted her mom wearing clothes that should have been thrown out a couple of years ago. She was wearing a skirt that was making Rory dizzy; it had a circle design on it in different shades of purple. Next to that she was wearing a white furry sweater with silver glitters and white plateau boots.
''I thought we sold those at a yard sale ?'' Rory asked, as she turned off the radio and motioned towards her mom's white boots.
''We did, I bought them.''
''So, what's with the music..........and those clothes ?'' Rory asked.
''Well, my mom called me at the Inn this afternoon. She moved Saturday night's dinner to this night, because of some stupid business trip they were going on or something.''
''What about just skipping this week's dinner ?''
Lorelai shook her head with a bitter smile. ''My mom didn't even want to hear of that. She doesn't get to see us that much anyway, so skipping would be the end of the world in their eyes.''
''Okay, that explains the music, but why are you dressed in a skirt that looks as if it's rotating and a sweater that could have possibly been an animal of some sort ?''
''Cause those will be the same thoughts my parents will have when they see me in these clothes. It will annoy and possibly shock my mother enough to have a heart attack,'' Lorelai said, as she put some bright purple lipstick on her lips.
''Does that glow in the dark ?'' Rory dryly asked, referring to her mother's lipstick.
''I wouldn't be mocking, since you will be wearing something like this too.''
''Mom, that's immature.''
Lorelai pouted and crossed her arms. ''We're blood, you're supposed to be on my side.''
''Your mom and dad are my grandparents, which makes us blood too,'' Rory countered, with a pleased look on her face.
''But our blood flows..........closer. Please ?''
Rory sighed, as she brought her gaze to the clothes that were lying on the bed. ''Fine, I'll just tell them that our washing machine is broken.''
Lorelai smiled as she handed Rory a pair of yellow pants. Rory started to take off her jeans, so she could try on the pants her mom gave her.
''Mom, I have something to tell you.''
''Is it dirty ?'' came her mom's automatic response.
Rory rolled her eyes, as she grabbed a shirt of the bed without looking. ''No, but it is about a boy.''
''A boy.......? Does this boy have a name or shall I just make one up ?''
''His name's Zack and he.............''
''It is dirty,'' Lorelai interrupted.
Rory grimaced. ''He asked me out on a date and I said yes.''
''Really ? You actually said yes to one of those rich snobs ?''
''He seems like a nice rich snob,'' Rory said.
''What about good looking ? Cause that would make him a good looking nice rich snob.''
Rory smiled. ''You think I did the right thing ? I mean, what if he ends up being a jerk or something ?''
''You won't find out if you don't go out on a date with him.''
''So, you think I made a good choice ?'' Rory asked, just wanting to hear her mom's opinion.
''I think it's great..........it'll give us a chance to shop for clothes. I desperately need a new skirt, I mean, I have none.''
*~*~*
''We look ridiculous,'' Rory said, dressed in a red dress, a yellow boa and flipflops with a big blue rose on them.
''We do not,'' Lorelai said, right before tripping and falling against the closed door.
''You were saying.''
Lorelai quickly found her balance again and gave Rory a look, before the door was opened by Emily herself.
''We have a bell, you know ?''
''Sorry mom, I just couldn't stop myself from knocking,'' Lorelai said, while Rory contained her urge to laugh.
''Come in,'' Emily said, before turning around. ''Since you two are late, as usual, you can come straight to the dining room.''
Rory headed for the door, but when she noticed that her mom wasn't behind her, she looked back at her mom. ''Aren't you coming ?''
Lorelai nodded. ''As soon as you give me a hand.''
''Why ?''
''Cause mommy forgot that she couldn't walk more than three steps in these shoes. Besides, I can't feel my toes.''
Rory sighed, as she took her mom's hand and went inside the house. They took their coats off, though Rory tried to get her mom to let her keep on her coat during dinner.
''I should have worn something underneath, it itches,'' Lorelai complained, as they were on their way to the dining room.
When they entered the dinning room, Emily's jaw dropped, which caused Lorelai to smile.
''Oh my God, Richard...........''
Richard looked up from the business magazine he always read before dinner. ''You two look colorful.''
*~*~*
Meanwhile Tristan had sat down to dinner too. Although he was dressed less colorful than the two Gilmore Girls. His attire consisted of military green pants and a plain white shirt. His closet was full of the same kind of pants and shirts. Unfortunately he hadn't gotten the chance to change into a clean pair yet, he had just gotten back from another training out on the field. And once again, he had the intention to eat as fast as he could, so he would be the first one in the shower, when there was still some warm water. He had showered with cold water before, but he wouldn't recommend it. It took him longer to get all the dirt off.
Tristan took a bite of his steamed vegetables. He had to admit that the food was pretty good here. Though he did miss the taste of Paola's Spanish dishes. As he took another bite, two other guys sat down and joined him. Normally he would have said something about it, since he liked to be left alone and didn't come here to make friends. But these two, Marty and Lawrence, had become his friends almost immediately.
Marty looked as if he didn't belong here, though he came here on his own free will. He was from LA, a natural born surfer who lived for danger. But that didn't make him stand out from the other guys here, since most of them were here for the rush, but Marty looked like a surfer. Which was sometimes to his misfortune. He used to have blond hair that came to his shoulder, but the first day it got cut off. He also wore these bead necklaces wherever he went and a pair of shades, which he only took off during dinner and during his shower.
The second guy, Lawrence, looked as if he belonged here. He was big with a muscular built. He was a macho, who took any dare you gave him and liked to brag about all the girl he did in the weekends. With his intimidating expression and big mouth, it seemed as if he had been born for this.
''So, you guys remember Stacey right ? Tight little body, natural blond,'' Lawrence started, eyeing Marty as he said those last two words.
Tristan nodded, not really paying attention to him. He had learned to block out his words. All he could talk about was girls anyway.
''Well, she wants to meet me again this weekend, only this time she promised to bring a friend. So, what do you say Marty ?''
Marty shook his head. ''I don't think so dude, I'm going to spend the weekend at home. Surf and hang out at the arcade.''
Lawrence snorted, but didn't make any remark about Marty's last sentence. Instead he moved his gaze over to Tristan. ''What about you T ?''
''What's she like ?'' Tristan asked, pretending to be interested.
''Hot, and if she looks like Stacey she'll have killer legs too.''
Tristan smirked. ''I'm in.''
''Great, we'll have a blast.''
As they continued eating, Tristan thought about the decision he just made. He wondered why he gave in, when he didn't really want to. He could have spend his Saturday thinking of what to say to Rory, so when he called her he wouldn't find himself not knowing what to say. Maybe this date would give him the chance to practice his charms. Rory would never find out. And though he knew this, he couldn't help but to feel guilty about saying yes to Lawrence. After all, he didn't even know this girl and he didn't want to leave another reputation like the one he had back at Chilton. He wanted to break that one down, leaving space to build a new one. One that he could be proud off. One that Rory not only could, but would be proud off.
*R*E*V*I*E*W*! Please ? :-) I know, this is probably going to turn out as one of the worst stories I have ever written, but it's hard......I mean, Rory's way over here and Tristan is way over there.........for now anyway. ;-) And thank you so much for the reviews, it made me change my mind about deleting this story. :-)