When Rory got back to her dorm late Sunday evening, her suitemates were in
bed, but there was no sign of her roommate. Paris' bags were still gone,
meaning she wasn't back from her weekend with Asher. Or she was back, but
was at his place. Sighing, she shook her head and headed off to bed.
She slept soundly that night, dreaming over and over of the kiss that she shared with Tristan. When her alarm clock went off, she half expected for him to be with her, that is how vivid her dreams of him were. Once her eyes were focused and the alarm was turned off, she looked over to see a sleeping Paris across the room. She didn't want to hear about the past weekend, so she gathered her things quietly and headed off to class early, so she could stop by a computer lab.
TO: rgilmor@yale.edu
FROM: tdugrey1@unc.edu
SUBJ: this weekend
Rory,
I just wanted to say how pleasantly surprised that you got roped into the same party I did this past weekend. You made the evening more than tolerable. I was too much in shock at seeing you to tell you at the time, but you looked beautiful.
Grandfather was highly disappointed that you didn't persuade me to transfer, and he insists you have ample opportunity to try. However, I think you should know what Yale is up against. If you've available, I was hoping to fly you down here in two weeks, for a long weekend.
Let me know what you think. I had a great time with you, Rory, I'd really like to see you again soon.
Tristan
Rory was in disbelief. He wanted to fly her down to Chapel Hill in two weeks? She desperately wanted to go, but she wasn't sure it was the smartest idea. Alone with Tristan for the weekend, well, it sounded like heaven. But at the same time, the way she was starting to feel about him, it might be she was incapable of stopping things from escalading out of control. They had a nice slow pace set, getting to know each other first. It's a good idea. Them alone at his place all weekend wasn't going to help keep a slow pace.
TO: tdugrey1@unc.edu
FROM: rgilmor@yale.edu
SUBJ: RE: this weekend
Tristan,
I had a great time also. While I'm completely sure your grandfather was the complete reason you want to see me again, I need to think about the weekend in Chapel Hill. I need to check and make sure I'll be all caught up school wise first. I'll let you know as soon as I can.
I too was glad to find you at the party. And you were right, I was ready to leave before I saw you. I had more than a good time, thanks to you. I especially wanted to thank you for giving me my prize even though I didn't earn it.
Rory
There, she had at least told him something, so he wasn't left hanging. She needed to talk to her mom, and then she'd figure out what was best to do. Listening to the voice telling her to 'go' may not be the smartest. It was also the voice that was incoherent when he was there in front of her, known only to think dirty things. So she should get a reasonable voice in her head, that of her mother. She was sure Lorelai would be against the dirty voice.
Later that afternoon, Rory came back from classes and called her mom, since she had privacy for the next hour before her suitemates came back from classes.
"Hello?"
"Hello?"
"Who is this?"
"This is Rory, who is this?"
"Oh, Rory, this is, uh, Luke."
"Luke, why are you answering my mom's cell?"
"She, it, uh. Do you need to talk to her?"
"Yes, please."
Rory heard some muffled noises and a thudding noise. After a few moments, Lorelai's voice came on the line.
"Rory?"
"Mom?"
"Hey. What's up?"
"Uh, not much. Why is Luke answering your phone?"
"Oh, well, I was here at the inn, working, and Luke came by to give me some coffee and I was sort of precariously perched up on a ladder with some curtains, and well, he was trying to help."
"How did he get your cell?"
"Well, I was up the ladder and it went off in my purse, and I had him get into my purse."
"Luke looked in your purse? Poor Luke!"
"Hey, it's not as scary in there as it used to be! And he came out relatively unscathed."
"Uh-huh. Look, I need some motherly advice."
"Hey, finally my being your mother comes in handy!"
"Funny. Tristan emailed me. He wants to fly me down to North Carolina for the weekend."
"Get out! Really? I hear it's gorgeous down there!"
"Mom, Tristan, very hot boy whom I've kissed, wants to fly me down to stay with him. For a whole weekend. Just the two of us."
"Oh, and I'm supposed to forbid you to go?"
"Well, us alone together, no supervision, one things leads to another—are you comfortable with that?"
"Is that really a possibility?"
Rory remained silent for a moment.
"Rory, tell mommy that isn't a possibility."
"Well, it wouldn't be my intention, per say, but I'm not sure I could rule that out with Tristan."
"You've been on one date! But you are my daughter. Young, hot Hartford elite always did it for me. What a pickle we have here."
Luke now was openly listening to Lorelei's end of the conversation and turning several shades of red. She looked over at him and cringed at little at the face he was making. She wandered outside to finish the call, for his sake.
"So, should I go? I mean, I'm sure he wouldn't be inviting me to get me into bed, but I like that we're going slow. Really getting to know each other, no pressure of anything. Not even a relationship. He says he wants to show me around UNC."
"You want to go, don't you?"
"Yeah, kind of."
"Well, hun, I'm not going to tell you not to go. You're most definitely an adult, and I think you're really smart. Not just book smart, but life smart. If you think you will be fine with whatever outcome, then I say go."
"Thanks mom. I know what to do. I'll talk to you later."
With that, Rory hung up. Lorelai, however, was still on the line.
"Rory? Rory, what would that decision be?"
Realizing her connection was no more, Lorelai headed back into the Dragonfly, to tell Luke a much more G rated version of what he 'thought' he overheard.
Rory hung up suddenly when Paris wandered into the room.
"Rory how was your weekend?" Paris said, a little too excitedly. Especially considering the last conversation the two girls had was a screaming match of sorts.
"It was good. And, as much as I hate to say it, you may have been right about Tristan and me."
"Did something happen?"
"Yeah. We had coffee innocently enough, but he ended up being at the party my grandparents herded me off to, and we ended up kissing."
"I told you. But it's okay to say that, cause you're happy about this, right?"
"Right. How was the conference?"
"I don't know."
"Didn't you guys go for—oh, ew, okay, never mind!"
"No, Rory—,"
"Seriously, Paris, I don't want to hear about how you never left the room the whole weekend instead of going to the conference!"
"That's not what happened! Rory, listen, take your hands off your ears!"
Paris pulled Rory's hands off her ears, which caused her to also open her eyes and stop humming.
"I was going to tell you what happened. He started talking about us being together again on the way down to New York, and when I told him that wasn't what this was about, he got mad, and we started to argue. I made him drop me off at the next exit and took a cab home."
"Wow. That wasn't expected. A cab? Wasn't that expensive?"
"I made him give me cab fare."
"Nice move."
"Yeah. So I spent the weekend in Hartford."
"Didn't we all? I'm sorry your weekend was a bust."
"Well, at least it's over. He knows that now."
"Tristan asked me to come down to North Carolina in two weeks to visit him," Rory blurted out suddenly. She looked just as surprised as Paris when she said it.
"Wow, so things really went well with you two, huh?"
"It was innocent, we're really just getting to know each other."
"Right. You know, Tristan has definitely changed a lot of his rowdy ways, but innocent is still not a word I'd use concerning him."
"Well, he was a perfect gentleman with me."
"That just means he has it bad."
"Whatever. So, Paris, I had this idea while I was home."
"What kind of idea?"
"Well, I was thinking how you said it was over with Asher, and I was thinking maybe you need to be reintroduced to some guys of our generation."
"What are you getting at?"
"Well, since you've been so, um, preoccupied, lately with Asher and that whole thing, I thought I could set you up with someone. Our age."
"You want to set me up? Again? No, that's just a bad idea."
"Come on, Paris, it'll be fun! I know last time was a bust, but this time will be different. I'm not trying to set you up with someone you know, this will be someone you don't know, and if nothing else, at least you've met some one new. Consider it branching out, not a blind date."
"I don't know," Paris said warily.
"Think about it. I have someone in mind, and if you agree, I'll talk to him and set it all up."
"I'll think about it."
"Great."
Rory and Paris left it at that, as Rory left for the library to study and Paris headed off to a study group. Rory was happy and at peace, knowing she'd made her decision about Tristan and that Paris was done with Asher. The bane of her freshman year was over with at last. Now she just had to talk to Tristan.
AN: Yes, I'm evil. I know. But I can't give away all the good information at once, can I? What do you take me for?
She slept soundly that night, dreaming over and over of the kiss that she shared with Tristan. When her alarm clock went off, she half expected for him to be with her, that is how vivid her dreams of him were. Once her eyes were focused and the alarm was turned off, she looked over to see a sleeping Paris across the room. She didn't want to hear about the past weekend, so she gathered her things quietly and headed off to class early, so she could stop by a computer lab.
TO: rgilmor@yale.edu
FROM: tdugrey1@unc.edu
SUBJ: this weekend
Rory,
I just wanted to say how pleasantly surprised that you got roped into the same party I did this past weekend. You made the evening more than tolerable. I was too much in shock at seeing you to tell you at the time, but you looked beautiful.
Grandfather was highly disappointed that you didn't persuade me to transfer, and he insists you have ample opportunity to try. However, I think you should know what Yale is up against. If you've available, I was hoping to fly you down here in two weeks, for a long weekend.
Let me know what you think. I had a great time with you, Rory, I'd really like to see you again soon.
Tristan
Rory was in disbelief. He wanted to fly her down to Chapel Hill in two weeks? She desperately wanted to go, but she wasn't sure it was the smartest idea. Alone with Tristan for the weekend, well, it sounded like heaven. But at the same time, the way she was starting to feel about him, it might be she was incapable of stopping things from escalading out of control. They had a nice slow pace set, getting to know each other first. It's a good idea. Them alone at his place all weekend wasn't going to help keep a slow pace.
TO: tdugrey1@unc.edu
FROM: rgilmor@yale.edu
SUBJ: RE: this weekend
Tristan,
I had a great time also. While I'm completely sure your grandfather was the complete reason you want to see me again, I need to think about the weekend in Chapel Hill. I need to check and make sure I'll be all caught up school wise first. I'll let you know as soon as I can.
I too was glad to find you at the party. And you were right, I was ready to leave before I saw you. I had more than a good time, thanks to you. I especially wanted to thank you for giving me my prize even though I didn't earn it.
Rory
There, she had at least told him something, so he wasn't left hanging. She needed to talk to her mom, and then she'd figure out what was best to do. Listening to the voice telling her to 'go' may not be the smartest. It was also the voice that was incoherent when he was there in front of her, known only to think dirty things. So she should get a reasonable voice in her head, that of her mother. She was sure Lorelai would be against the dirty voice.
Later that afternoon, Rory came back from classes and called her mom, since she had privacy for the next hour before her suitemates came back from classes.
"Hello?"
"Hello?"
"Who is this?"
"This is Rory, who is this?"
"Oh, Rory, this is, uh, Luke."
"Luke, why are you answering my mom's cell?"
"She, it, uh. Do you need to talk to her?"
"Yes, please."
Rory heard some muffled noises and a thudding noise. After a few moments, Lorelai's voice came on the line.
"Rory?"
"Mom?"
"Hey. What's up?"
"Uh, not much. Why is Luke answering your phone?"
"Oh, well, I was here at the inn, working, and Luke came by to give me some coffee and I was sort of precariously perched up on a ladder with some curtains, and well, he was trying to help."
"How did he get your cell?"
"Well, I was up the ladder and it went off in my purse, and I had him get into my purse."
"Luke looked in your purse? Poor Luke!"
"Hey, it's not as scary in there as it used to be! And he came out relatively unscathed."
"Uh-huh. Look, I need some motherly advice."
"Hey, finally my being your mother comes in handy!"
"Funny. Tristan emailed me. He wants to fly me down to North Carolina for the weekend."
"Get out! Really? I hear it's gorgeous down there!"
"Mom, Tristan, very hot boy whom I've kissed, wants to fly me down to stay with him. For a whole weekend. Just the two of us."
"Oh, and I'm supposed to forbid you to go?"
"Well, us alone together, no supervision, one things leads to another—are you comfortable with that?"
"Is that really a possibility?"
Rory remained silent for a moment.
"Rory, tell mommy that isn't a possibility."
"Well, it wouldn't be my intention, per say, but I'm not sure I could rule that out with Tristan."
"You've been on one date! But you are my daughter. Young, hot Hartford elite always did it for me. What a pickle we have here."
Luke now was openly listening to Lorelei's end of the conversation and turning several shades of red. She looked over at him and cringed at little at the face he was making. She wandered outside to finish the call, for his sake.
"So, should I go? I mean, I'm sure he wouldn't be inviting me to get me into bed, but I like that we're going slow. Really getting to know each other, no pressure of anything. Not even a relationship. He says he wants to show me around UNC."
"You want to go, don't you?"
"Yeah, kind of."
"Well, hun, I'm not going to tell you not to go. You're most definitely an adult, and I think you're really smart. Not just book smart, but life smart. If you think you will be fine with whatever outcome, then I say go."
"Thanks mom. I know what to do. I'll talk to you later."
With that, Rory hung up. Lorelai, however, was still on the line.
"Rory? Rory, what would that decision be?"
Realizing her connection was no more, Lorelai headed back into the Dragonfly, to tell Luke a much more G rated version of what he 'thought' he overheard.
Rory hung up suddenly when Paris wandered into the room.
"Rory how was your weekend?" Paris said, a little too excitedly. Especially considering the last conversation the two girls had was a screaming match of sorts.
"It was good. And, as much as I hate to say it, you may have been right about Tristan and me."
"Did something happen?"
"Yeah. We had coffee innocently enough, but he ended up being at the party my grandparents herded me off to, and we ended up kissing."
"I told you. But it's okay to say that, cause you're happy about this, right?"
"Right. How was the conference?"
"I don't know."
"Didn't you guys go for—oh, ew, okay, never mind!"
"No, Rory—,"
"Seriously, Paris, I don't want to hear about how you never left the room the whole weekend instead of going to the conference!"
"That's not what happened! Rory, listen, take your hands off your ears!"
Paris pulled Rory's hands off her ears, which caused her to also open her eyes and stop humming.
"I was going to tell you what happened. He started talking about us being together again on the way down to New York, and when I told him that wasn't what this was about, he got mad, and we started to argue. I made him drop me off at the next exit and took a cab home."
"Wow. That wasn't expected. A cab? Wasn't that expensive?"
"I made him give me cab fare."
"Nice move."
"Yeah. So I spent the weekend in Hartford."
"Didn't we all? I'm sorry your weekend was a bust."
"Well, at least it's over. He knows that now."
"Tristan asked me to come down to North Carolina in two weeks to visit him," Rory blurted out suddenly. She looked just as surprised as Paris when she said it.
"Wow, so things really went well with you two, huh?"
"It was innocent, we're really just getting to know each other."
"Right. You know, Tristan has definitely changed a lot of his rowdy ways, but innocent is still not a word I'd use concerning him."
"Well, he was a perfect gentleman with me."
"That just means he has it bad."
"Whatever. So, Paris, I had this idea while I was home."
"What kind of idea?"
"Well, I was thinking how you said it was over with Asher, and I was thinking maybe you need to be reintroduced to some guys of our generation."
"What are you getting at?"
"Well, since you've been so, um, preoccupied, lately with Asher and that whole thing, I thought I could set you up with someone. Our age."
"You want to set me up? Again? No, that's just a bad idea."
"Come on, Paris, it'll be fun! I know last time was a bust, but this time will be different. I'm not trying to set you up with someone you know, this will be someone you don't know, and if nothing else, at least you've met some one new. Consider it branching out, not a blind date."
"I don't know," Paris said warily.
"Think about it. I have someone in mind, and if you agree, I'll talk to him and set it all up."
"I'll think about it."
"Great."
Rory and Paris left it at that, as Rory left for the library to study and Paris headed off to a study group. Rory was happy and at peace, knowing she'd made her decision about Tristan and that Paris was done with Asher. The bane of her freshman year was over with at last. Now she just had to talk to Tristan.
AN: Yes, I'm evil. I know. But I can't give away all the good information at once, can I? What do you take me for?