A/N: Sorry I've taken a while, but I've had company and no time to write.
Right now I'm really hyper because I went on a career day type thing to a
paper and they liked an article I wrote so it's in next weeks paper. Okay
I'm going to stop babbling on about this and let you read the story, and
again thank you sooo much for your reviews, they mean a lot.
Chapter 13
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"Lana.", called her father as she crept into the house.
"Yes Daddy?", she answered innocently. He was stretched out on the couch, obviously tired from a long day at work. Lana walked over to him and sat down.
"We have to talk.", he said sitting up straight.
"All right.", Lana hesitated, thinking he was mad about her being with Travis all day.
"You know it's a very depressing day when my daughter gets more phone calls than me.", Tristan joked.
"How sad for you.", Lana retorted.
"You should call him."
"Call who?"
"Lana, you know who."
"Maybe I don't want to.", she pouted.
"I think maybe you do."
"You think wrong Daddy."
"Lana, I'm not to good at this advice thing," he started.
"Ha! That's an understatement.", Lana interrupted.
"As I was saying," he scowled, "you should give him a shot. Everyone deserves a second chance, or even a third."
"What's wrong?", Lana asked slowly, picking up on something in his voice.
"Let's just say I can sympathize with Alex.", he said opting not to tell her the whole story. Rory was right, it is confusing as it.
Just then the phone started to ring.
"You wanna get that?", Tristan prompted.
"Nope.", Lana smiled sweetly.
"Fine, but I won't lie for you.", he smirked.
Tristan: Hello?
Rory: Um...Hi Tris.
Tristan: (surprised) Mary, I knew you missed me. (He walks into another room, and Lana follows behind to listen.)
Rory: Oh don't be so sure. So...how are you doing?
Tristan: A little better...now. You?
Rory: I'm fine.
Tristan: Good. Good. Did you get my messages?
Rory: Uh, yeah, in between all of Lana's. That's why I'm calling, I'm just a little curious.
Tristan: You, curious? I would never believe it.
Rory: I get that a lot.
Tristan: Are we still on for tomorrow night?
Rory: (pauses to think.)
Tristan: Ror?
Rory: I don't see why not. We can be civil to each other right?
Tristan: We can be more than civil.
Rory: Tristan...
Tristan: Joke Ror. I'll get Lana for you
Rory: Thanks.
"Lana, phone!", he called.
"Uh thanks Dad.", she answered walking in slowly from behind the door.
"Don't you want to know who it is?", he questioned suspiciously.
"I'll take my chances.", she smiled picking up the phone and shooing him away.
Lana: Hello.
Rory: Hey Lan, I have a few messages for you.
Lana: Really? How many is a few?
Rory: Eleven, give or take some. Can you guess who every single one of the was from?
Lana: I haven't the faintest.
Rory: Well most went like this: (in her Alex voice.) 'Lana, I'm sorry. I know you're mad, but call me.' and...
Lana: Okay you can stop.
Rory: ... 'Oh Lana forgive me, forgive me. I love you!'
Lana: Now you're making things up.
Rory: Yeah, but it's true.
Lana: No it's not.
Rory: Yes it is. So what exactly went wrong here?
Lana: It's just a stupid fight.
Rory: About what?
Lana: (sighs) Travis.
Rory: Oh he flipped out.
Lana: No. He under reacted. I mean he did, but he didn't.
Rory: So you wanted him to flip out?
Lana: Yea. I mean no, but.... Oh I don't know
Rory: You are one confused kid.
Lana: That I am.
Rory: It'll be okay
Lana: Yeah well whenever tell me it will be okay it always turns out a different way.
Rory: Lana, just remember that Alex would do anything for you. He would even...
Lana:(interrupts) Mom.
Rory: He would even, to the best of his abilities, watch you go off with his arrogant cousin. Who, not to mention, he hates with every fiber of his being.
Lana: (changes subjects) So mother where did you say you were going tomorrow night?
Rory: I didn't.
Lana: Ahh. So you're ashamed of the guy huh?
Rory: Yup. That's it. I got to go Hun. Bye.
Lana: Bye, bye mommy dearest.
She walked up to her room with a smirk plastered onto her face. Her parents thought they could get it past her. They underestimate their sweet little girl. Those two forget that she has a lot of her father in her too.
"Mother, you can't expect my to chauffeur THAT around!", Alex yelled at breakfast the next morning.
"Stop calling him 'that' Alex. He is your cousin and you should be the least bit civil to him."
"It isn't enough that you squeeze me into a room with that oversized ego of his, now I have to be his driver!", he slammed down his bowl just as Travis walked into the room.
"I hope all this yelling isn't on my account. Should I go?", Travis asked smugly.
"Yes, you should. While you're at it why don't you call Lana for a ride, cause you're not getting one from me and we all know how buddy-buddy you two are.", Alex said all in one breath before storming out of the house.
"That went well.", muttered Mrs. Griffin through a forkful of eggs.
"Lana! Can you get the door?", Tristan called while fixing his tie.
"Uh, sure Dad.", Lana replied running downstairs.
Lana opened the door expecting to see Alex. Actually earlier she came to the conclusion that if Alex showed up this morning, she would forgive him. The fact was she missed having him around, especially when she found out what her parents were up to.
"Hello, bet you weren't expecting me.", Travis smiled.
"No you're exactly the person I wanted to see.", she lied. Travis watched her glance softly at Alex's car speeding down the road.
"Of course I am. Who else?"
"I could think of a few.", Lana muttered under her breath.
"Would you mind giving me a ride? Alex went nuts on me and refused to let me in his car."
"Yeah sure.", Lana laughed at the mental image of it all.
The two pulled into the Chilton parking lot and were met by an confused Emma.
"Hey Em.", Lana greeted.
"Hi. Travis.", Emma acknowledged.
"Hello to you too.", Travis joked.
"Lana we should talk a sec."
"This becoming a habit Em."
"You know what I have to go to the headmasters office, so I'll let you too 'talk'.", he told them walking away.
"Okay Em, what is it?", Lana asked impatiently
"Let's walk and talk."
"All right."
"What's up with you and Alex? I saw him drive up earlier and you two always come to school together."
"It's a stupid fight."
"Stupid? Is that why he drove ninety miles an hour to see if you were at my house yesterday?"
"He did?"
"Yeah, along with calling anyone you could possibly be with."
"This is going to be a long day."
Chapter 13
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"Lana.", called her father as she crept into the house.
"Yes Daddy?", she answered innocently. He was stretched out on the couch, obviously tired from a long day at work. Lana walked over to him and sat down.
"We have to talk.", he said sitting up straight.
"All right.", Lana hesitated, thinking he was mad about her being with Travis all day.
"You know it's a very depressing day when my daughter gets more phone calls than me.", Tristan joked.
"How sad for you.", Lana retorted.
"You should call him."
"Call who?"
"Lana, you know who."
"Maybe I don't want to.", she pouted.
"I think maybe you do."
"You think wrong Daddy."
"Lana, I'm not to good at this advice thing," he started.
"Ha! That's an understatement.", Lana interrupted.
"As I was saying," he scowled, "you should give him a shot. Everyone deserves a second chance, or even a third."
"What's wrong?", Lana asked slowly, picking up on something in his voice.
"Let's just say I can sympathize with Alex.", he said opting not to tell her the whole story. Rory was right, it is confusing as it.
Just then the phone started to ring.
"You wanna get that?", Tristan prompted.
"Nope.", Lana smiled sweetly.
"Fine, but I won't lie for you.", he smirked.
Tristan: Hello?
Rory: Um...Hi Tris.
Tristan: (surprised) Mary, I knew you missed me. (He walks into another room, and Lana follows behind to listen.)
Rory: Oh don't be so sure. So...how are you doing?
Tristan: A little better...now. You?
Rory: I'm fine.
Tristan: Good. Good. Did you get my messages?
Rory: Uh, yeah, in between all of Lana's. That's why I'm calling, I'm just a little curious.
Tristan: You, curious? I would never believe it.
Rory: I get that a lot.
Tristan: Are we still on for tomorrow night?
Rory: (pauses to think.)
Tristan: Ror?
Rory: I don't see why not. We can be civil to each other right?
Tristan: We can be more than civil.
Rory: Tristan...
Tristan: Joke Ror. I'll get Lana for you
Rory: Thanks.
"Lana, phone!", he called.
"Uh thanks Dad.", she answered walking in slowly from behind the door.
"Don't you want to know who it is?", he questioned suspiciously.
"I'll take my chances.", she smiled picking up the phone and shooing him away.
Lana: Hello.
Rory: Hey Lan, I have a few messages for you.
Lana: Really? How many is a few?
Rory: Eleven, give or take some. Can you guess who every single one of the was from?
Lana: I haven't the faintest.
Rory: Well most went like this: (in her Alex voice.) 'Lana, I'm sorry. I know you're mad, but call me.' and...
Lana: Okay you can stop.
Rory: ... 'Oh Lana forgive me, forgive me. I love you!'
Lana: Now you're making things up.
Rory: Yeah, but it's true.
Lana: No it's not.
Rory: Yes it is. So what exactly went wrong here?
Lana: It's just a stupid fight.
Rory: About what?
Lana: (sighs) Travis.
Rory: Oh he flipped out.
Lana: No. He under reacted. I mean he did, but he didn't.
Rory: So you wanted him to flip out?
Lana: Yea. I mean no, but.... Oh I don't know
Rory: You are one confused kid.
Lana: That I am.
Rory: It'll be okay
Lana: Yeah well whenever tell me it will be okay it always turns out a different way.
Rory: Lana, just remember that Alex would do anything for you. He would even...
Lana:(interrupts) Mom.
Rory: He would even, to the best of his abilities, watch you go off with his arrogant cousin. Who, not to mention, he hates with every fiber of his being.
Lana: (changes subjects) So mother where did you say you were going tomorrow night?
Rory: I didn't.
Lana: Ahh. So you're ashamed of the guy huh?
Rory: Yup. That's it. I got to go Hun. Bye.
Lana: Bye, bye mommy dearest.
She walked up to her room with a smirk plastered onto her face. Her parents thought they could get it past her. They underestimate their sweet little girl. Those two forget that she has a lot of her father in her too.
"Mother, you can't expect my to chauffeur THAT around!", Alex yelled at breakfast the next morning.
"Stop calling him 'that' Alex. He is your cousin and you should be the least bit civil to him."
"It isn't enough that you squeeze me into a room with that oversized ego of his, now I have to be his driver!", he slammed down his bowl just as Travis walked into the room.
"I hope all this yelling isn't on my account. Should I go?", Travis asked smugly.
"Yes, you should. While you're at it why don't you call Lana for a ride, cause you're not getting one from me and we all know how buddy-buddy you two are.", Alex said all in one breath before storming out of the house.
"That went well.", muttered Mrs. Griffin through a forkful of eggs.
"Lana! Can you get the door?", Tristan called while fixing his tie.
"Uh, sure Dad.", Lana replied running downstairs.
Lana opened the door expecting to see Alex. Actually earlier she came to the conclusion that if Alex showed up this morning, she would forgive him. The fact was she missed having him around, especially when she found out what her parents were up to.
"Hello, bet you weren't expecting me.", Travis smiled.
"No you're exactly the person I wanted to see.", she lied. Travis watched her glance softly at Alex's car speeding down the road.
"Of course I am. Who else?"
"I could think of a few.", Lana muttered under her breath.
"Would you mind giving me a ride? Alex went nuts on me and refused to let me in his car."
"Yeah sure.", Lana laughed at the mental image of it all.
The two pulled into the Chilton parking lot and were met by an confused Emma.
"Hey Em.", Lana greeted.
"Hi. Travis.", Emma acknowledged.
"Hello to you too.", Travis joked.
"Lana we should talk a sec."
"This becoming a habit Em."
"You know what I have to go to the headmasters office, so I'll let you too 'talk'.", he told them walking away.
"Okay Em, what is it?", Lana asked impatiently
"Let's walk and talk."
"All right."
"What's up with you and Alex? I saw him drive up earlier and you two always come to school together."
"It's a stupid fight."
"Stupid? Is that why he drove ninety miles an hour to see if you were at my house yesterday?"
"He did?"
"Yeah, along with calling anyone you could possibly be with."
"This is going to be a long day."