Title: Predictable
Author: ~aDdIcTeD-2-GG~
A/N: Well, thankyou all SOOO much for your reviews! I've finally come up with a fourth chapter.
Summary: Something's gone wrong between Rory and Dean, and it's having an upsetting affect on Rory. She's getting depressed, but maybe the arrival of a new student at Chilton could cheer her up…? TRORY.
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Chapter 4: The Neighbours***** That Afternoon *****
"So, Honey, how was school today?" Loralei questioned, begining to paint her fingernails.
"Ugh! Hellish as usual." Rory replied.
"I see not much has changed since my own time as a young Chiltonite."
"Be glad you're out of there."
"Oh, I am, I assure you."
"Today, someone thought it would be amusing to soak the contents of my locker with water and raw eggs."
"Yep, still the same as I left it."
"Don't tell me you started that prank!"
Loralei began to bite her fingernails nervously.
"Well, not me exactly." She stuttered.
"Mum, you're eating your nail polish..."
Loralei looked down at her now patchy nail job.
"Oops."
"The other students at Chilton are so hostile and unwelcoming! I've been there for a month now and still no one has opened up his or her "tight little friendship group". Basically I'm considered a loser and an outcast!"
"Awwwww my poor little baby."
"Exactly!"
Loralei rolled her eyes and went back to painting her nails.
"It's so disheartening."
Rory watched as her Mum painted her nails. Each stroke even and smooth, apart from the patches that Loralei had accidently eaten. Suddenly, Loralei spoke, as if as an after thought.
"Rory, I'm warning you, rich kids aren't what they appear to be."
"Actually, they're every bit what they appear - snottish, stuck-up and materialistic!"
"Well, if you dislike so much, why do you care that they're not your friends?"
"Ok, so maybe they can't all be that bad..." Rory sighed out of fustration. "But it just gets so lonely sometimes! It's not like I enjoy doing everything alone."
"Look, just put your predjudice behind you and makes some friends, ok?"
"I'm not predjudiced..." Rory muttered under her breath.
"Rory?" Loralei stared pointedly at her daughter.
"Fine."
"And Mother wins again! Score one for the Mum!" Loralei cried happily.
"You're such a child." Rory laughed.
Loralei smiled widely.
"I hope you don't act this way at dinner tonight. Who knows what Grandma will do?" Rory warned.
Loralei slapped her forehead.
"I'd forgotten all about dinner with the parents!"
"Don't even bother with an excuse. You're going."
"Fine." Loralei gave Rory a dirty look.
"And daughter wins again! Score one for the daughter!"
"Oh just go and get changed!"
Rory ran from the room, laughing all then way. She closed her bedroom door behind her, leaned against it and then slid down so that she was sitting with her chin resting on her knees. She stared out her window. Sun light was filtering through the gaps between the tree leaves outside her bedroom window. Slowly Rory got up and wandered over to her inviting bed. And that's where Loralei found her a couple of minutes later, fast asleep. Her hair strewn all over her pillow, her look of innocence accentuated. Loralei left Rory to rest. She figured Rory must have been tired out from school and from an emotional past couple of days.
Rory woke later on, her hair dishevelled and clothing badly creased. In contrast to her appearance, Rory felt refreshed and the happiest she'd been in days. Quickly she began to dress and get ready for dinner. She washed and brushed her hair until it was silky and smooth, applied as much make-up as she dared to wear under the watchful eye of her Grandma, and then went to check on Loralei.
As Rory had expected, Loralei was sitting on her bed with clothing strewn all over the room. Loralei looked up when she heard Rory approach.
"I couldn't decide what to wear." She whined, putting on a puppy face.
"I'd gathred that."
Rory took a look around the room. There were skirts, jeans, shirts, jackets, dresses, pants, suits and shoes strewn and draped over all the furniture and the floor. If you hadn't seen the room before, you wouldn't have been able to tell that woollen carpet lined the floor. Clothing had formed the new carpet.
"Mum, you have 5 minutes to pick an outfit, get changed and be ready to leave. I'll be waiting in the car."
"No, no don't do that! Stay and help me choose, please?!?"
"Uh-uh." Rory shook her head, turned and walked out of the room.
"You'll regret your decision before long!" Loralei yelled from her room.
"That's unlikely!" Rory returned.
***** Outside the Gilmore Mansion *****
It was a cold and windy night. The sky was overcast with heavy, water-laden clouds, just waiting to give the earth a good soaking. The first drops began to fall as Loralei and Rory approached the front door.
"Ring the bell, Rory." Loralei promted.
"Why? Why don't you ring it?" Rory questioned, suspicious of her mother's intentions.
"Because my hands are full."
"Put your car keys in your handbag then, Mum."
"Look, would you just ring it? Stop making such a fuss about ringing a bell, it won't kill you."
"Then you ring it."
"No, you ring it."
"Why should I have to do your dirty work for you?"
"Because, because... I'm you mum!"
"You're scared, aren't you!?!"
"Well aren't you?"
"No, because i'm not the one who has to ring the bell!" Rory poked her tongue out at Loralei.
"Ring the bell, Rory. That's an order!"
Rory laughed. "Since when did I take orders from you?"
"Fine then! I'm not chicken!"
Loralei leaned in to press the doorbell.
"LORALEI!" Emily scolded as she opened the door, "Trust you to be late the night we have guests."
"Well, goodevening to you too!" Loralei said sarcastically.
"Hi Grandma." Rory greeted quietly
"Oh, Rory, Honey!" Emily said, genuinely pleased. "You must come in and meet some friends of mine."
Rory and Loralei followed Emily into the sitting room, where Richard and an unfamiliar a family of three were seated.
"Rory, meet our new neighbours, the Dugreys!"
A/N: YAY!!! Tristan has made his first appearance! There'll be more of him in the next chapter.
~aDdIcTeD-2-GG~