AN - Hey, it's me again, I really like this story, so I've been updating
quite frequently. Don't forget to review. Thanks to hayley, mandie, I'll
never tell, tearose, Dakota, Lilly and Michelle, for reviewing chapter 2.
Thanks so much.
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Disclaimer. I don't own a thing.
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Chapter 3 - You're innocent when you dream
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Rory pulled up to her parent's house and walked up to the porch. She could hear her mom getting after the boys, attempting to get them to bed. She sat outside on the bench and just relaxed.
After she almost fell asleep outside, she went inside to see her parents sitting on the couch, watching Saturday Night Live. She tried to silently sneak past the two so she could get into her room, which was technically now the guest room. She was almost home free when her mom turned around.
"Hey Rory, you just get back?"
"OH, hi, no I've been back for awhile I've just been sitting outside."
"Ok, well, if you're up to it, we're getting some good laughs from these goofs on TV."
"Nah, I think I'll just go to bed."
"Ok, well, leave your keys on the table, just in case we need an extra car tomorrow."
"I highly doubt you'll need two cars, especially two Jeeps, but since I know you like mine so much better than yours, I'll let you use it."
"Yippee Skippee," Lorelei said, turning back to the TV, her father in turn turned around.
"What she meant to say was thank you and goodnight."
Without turning around, Lorelei pointed at Chris, "Ya, what he said."
"Goodnight guys."
"Goodnight," her parents replied simultaneously.
Rory left the two and walked into her room and plopped down on the bed. She threw the covers on and fell right to sleep.
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Tristan was antsy the whole way back to his parent's house. He was dying to know what was in the journal. They only lived a few minutes away from the Gilmore's, but the drive seemed like an eternity, plus, Janlen felt the need to stop by a convenience store to get some tic tacs.
When they finally did get back, he ran up the stairs to his room and closed the door. He looked at the first page and saw that it was dated March 24, 1984. The first thing he realized was the fact that Rory was born around 7 months after that date, plus the handwriting was a different type of scrawl than Rory's. He had received many notes from her, most just random doodles, but he knew that it wasn't her writing. He went ahead and read it anyway.
'March 24, 1984,
Hey Scoot, Lorelei here, just figured you might want to be the first to know that I am DEFINITELY pregnant. I went to the corner mart today and bought a test, and I was wigging out when I took it. I personally think Chris should be the next to know, because I can't face my parents yet. I think I'll wait until I start to show a little. That makes the most sense to me. Well, that's all for now, Chris and Aiden are on their way.'
It took Tristan a moment to let it all sink in; this was Lorelei's journal, not Rory's. But Tristan could've sworn he had seen Rory's writing somewhere near the middle. He started flipping pages, seeing different things like "I hate Christopher Hayden" or "Metallica kicks ass."
He was starting to think that he had just been seeing things and accidentally grabbed Lorelei's journal when he reached a page that was dated March 16, 2001. He immediately recognized Rory's curly handwriting.
'March 16, 2001
Hey Scoot, well, its been a while since you've been used, and there is some interesting stuff about my past in here. It's been pretty much 16 years since you've had any news, so I'll attempt to fill you in,'
Tristan had to laugh at that. It was a notebook, yet Rory and her mother treated everyday household items as real people.
'After Reagan left the oval office, George Bush took over for four years, then Clinton had a good eight year run, and just recently, George W. Bush, the former president's son was elected. There are many stories behind all of them, but I don't have enough energy to write all of it. Well, you're original owner, my mom, moved to Star's Hollow after she had me. I really have no more history for you, if I think of more I'll tell you later. Right now I have big new, some sad, some happy. Sad always goes first. My boyfriend for three months broke up with me two days ago; it was pretty much my fault. I couldn't tell him I loved him, end of story. On to the good news. Ok, you need this little bit of background info, Tristan is an extremely arrogant, cocky, I don't know what who is now a classmate of mine at Chilton. Yet, through all the arrogance, he is so extremely HOTT!!! Well, here's the thing, I could have sworn that he hated me. He was always calling me Mary and was nothing but just plain rude to me. Then, all of a sudden, his girlfriend breaks up with him in front of a ton of people at a party, and he's all of a sudden a different person. I wasn't having the greatest time, since Lane was busy with Henry, so I went to find a place to read, and walked into a room where Tristan was sitting at the piano. At first I tried talking about Summer, his ex-girlfriend, and he got a little huffy, so I switched to just small talk. The next thing I know, I'm sitting next to him on the bench and he's leaning in about to kiss me. I of course lean in too, and the second our lips touch, it's like pure ecstasy. Oh, I have one final bit of bad news. I wigged out during the kiss and start to cry. How pathetic. What a horrible time to start the wallowing process. I ran out of there feeling very stupid. So, now, here I am, talking to you Scoot, telling you things that I'd only tell two other people, Lane and my mom. Now I think I'm done, but don't worry, I tell you more things as they come along.'
Tristan was stunned. He had always thought she thought he was just a player, never thinking he was hot. Plus, he thought she had cried about the kiss, not because of other things in her life. They had never really talked about that night. It just never came up, and he never felt right bringing it up out of the blue.
He started thinking about things they did talk about. That was one of their strong points. They could always talk about what was on their mind. It was a reason he was glad they could at least be friends again.
It had killed him inside, all those years apart. He had tried talking to her about it, trying to explain. She always just blew him off by walking away.
He hadn't done it on purpose. Cheated on her. It was all a big misunderstanding. Sure, alcohol had a lot to do with it, but even if he had been drunk, he could've controlled himself. He adored Rory, too much to do something as stupid as that. He remembered exactly what happened the night of Madeline's party.
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Rory woke up at 5:30 in the morning, tossing and turning. She had had another dream involving Tristan. She couldn't stand them anymore, they were becoming too much for her. She sat up in bed, trying to find something to get him out of her head. She knew Nean would be up, since he was a freakishly early riser everyday. She picked up the phone and dialed the oh so familiar number to her place in New York.
"Hello?"
"Hey Nean, what's up?"
"Rory, is that you?"
"Ya, who else would know that you're up at this ungodly hour?"
"I'm confused, you're actually up before the sun?"
"Well, ya, I couldn't sleep, and I needed someone to just talk to."
"Well, good choice. So what's up?"
"Ugh, I don't really know."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you know how I told you all about Tristan DuGrey?"
"Of course, love of your life, cheated on you, been avoided ever since."
"That's the guy, well, anyways, he was at the funeral I was at."
"Well, you just avoided him like always, right?"
"Ya, of course, the funeral isn't the problem, my grandfather invited him and his grandfather to dinner with all of us."
"Well, sickness is always an option."
"I know, but yet, I knew I'd have to face him sooner or later. I chose the former."
"Well, that can't be why you can't sleep, because you could sleep right through a natural disaster."
"I know, there IS more, if you'd just let me finish."
"Ok, shoot."
"Well, knowing my parents, I figured they'd all go in the family room and just talk for at least an hour or longer, and I wasn't up to sitting there silently for that long, so I went upstairs to my room type thing. So I was lying on my bed when all of a sudden he walks in. He must've seen me go up or something, even though I was sure he was nowhere in sight. So anyways, he walks in and we start talking, and we end up arguing, and the next thing I know, we're on the bed like, making out, and I'm just all mixed up here."
"Whoa, ok, slow down, that all went by way to fast for me, yet strangely enough I got it all. Man, I've been living with you way too long."
"Ok, I'm kind of looking for advice here, not, whatever it is that you're giving me."
"Alright, back on track here,
"What am I supposed to do, I can't stop thinking about him. Heck, I'm up at 5:30 because of him. Even you know how I get with lack of sleep."
"Yep, very spaced out and easily confused."
"Ha ha, very funny there."
"You're right, even more confused than usual."
Rory made a face and was silent for a moment.
"You're making a face at me, aren't you Gilmore."
"You know me way to well."
"Ya, the benefits of living with you."
"Nean, you'd make the perfect girl, you change the subject very easily."
"I know, but you aided in the subject change"
"No, you changed it."
"But you didn't change it back."
"Well, I am now."
"I don't think we're going to get anywhere this early."
"I don't know how you can be up this early every day."
"Well, you see, I need to be away for at least two hours before I am totally awake, and since I have a very difficult job that promptly starts at 8:00 A.M., I need to be fully awake. Of course, the wonderful coffee you bring me always gives me that extra zing I need."
"I'm hanging up now."
"Fine, bye Rory."
"Bye Nean."
"Oh, wait, when are you gonna be back?"
"Ugh, I don't know, tomorrow, but more than likely Tuesday."
"Alright then, see you then."
"Ciao."
Rory hung up the phone and looked at the clock. She sighed, '6:04,' she had only spent half an hour on the phone with Nean, but it seemed like much longer. She decided to get ready and head to Luke's to bring back a good breakfast for the whole family. She made it to Luke's at 6:30 sharp, just as he was making the first batch of coffee for the day.
"Hey Luke."
"Rory, is that you?"
"Sure is Luke."
"Wow, did daylight savings time happen and I forgot to change my clock, or are you really here at 6:30."
"Is it really that hard to believe that I'm up early? I mean, what if I'm up at this time everyday in New York?"
"Rory, I've known you since you were a baby, you would never accept a job in which you had to be out and about by 6:30."
"Alright, fine, I just wanted to surprise everyone by brining breakfast in bed."
"Isn't that usually a meal made by yourself?"
"Well, normally, but this is my mother we are talking about, she won't accept anything but your food."
"Alright, fine, I'll get Caesar on it."
"Thanks Luke."
"No problem Rory."
She sat down and poured herself a cup of coffee. She knew she needed to wake up, otherwise there would be a lot of people angry with her.
She was lost in yet another daydream involving Tristan when she heard the bell ring, meaning someone had walked in. She turned towards the door and saw none other than Tristan DuGrey, the same one she had been fantasizing about just seconds before.
"Hey Rory."
"I'm not talking to you," she said coolly.
"What, what did I do wrong, you were just fine last night. I don't remember doing anything after that."
"No, but you woke me up at 5:30 in my dream."
"Dreaming about me again Ror, how sweet, I'm really touched," he told her, classic smirk on his face.
"How on earth did I survive going out with you?"
"Oh, you know you love me."
"Ya, wait, no, wait, what are you doing here?"
"Well, I know you love this place, and I knew you were staying at your parent's house and you would end up coming here."
"Then how did you know what time I'd be here?"
"Well, I didn't know, so I figured I'd get here about now, so I could just wait around, maybe have some coffee."
"Then why are you here?"
"I need to talk to you, it's really important, and it's been bugging me since last night."
"You have my utmost attention."
"Ok, last night, I explained myself, about Madeline's party and all, and it's been so long, I thought I could get away with not giving you the whole truth, without feeling any regret what so ever."
"Do I really want to hear what you're going to tell me?"
"Well, it's not the best thing in the world, but at least you know I'm telling you the whole truth."
"Just spit it out."
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Ha ha, leaving off there, just to be mean, ok now I need your opinion, longer stories, or shorter ones, I don't know where to cut these off. This one I needed to, because I'm keeping you in suspense for one more chapter, but I promise next chapter the Tristan party incident will be solved. Please review. I love reviews
Randi (mountain_dew_4u@msn.com)
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Disclaimer. I don't own a thing.
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Chapter 3 - You're innocent when you dream
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Rory pulled up to her parent's house and walked up to the porch. She could hear her mom getting after the boys, attempting to get them to bed. She sat outside on the bench and just relaxed.
After she almost fell asleep outside, she went inside to see her parents sitting on the couch, watching Saturday Night Live. She tried to silently sneak past the two so she could get into her room, which was technically now the guest room. She was almost home free when her mom turned around.
"Hey Rory, you just get back?"
"OH, hi, no I've been back for awhile I've just been sitting outside."
"Ok, well, if you're up to it, we're getting some good laughs from these goofs on TV."
"Nah, I think I'll just go to bed."
"Ok, well, leave your keys on the table, just in case we need an extra car tomorrow."
"I highly doubt you'll need two cars, especially two Jeeps, but since I know you like mine so much better than yours, I'll let you use it."
"Yippee Skippee," Lorelei said, turning back to the TV, her father in turn turned around.
"What she meant to say was thank you and goodnight."
Without turning around, Lorelei pointed at Chris, "Ya, what he said."
"Goodnight guys."
"Goodnight," her parents replied simultaneously.
Rory left the two and walked into her room and plopped down on the bed. She threw the covers on and fell right to sleep.
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Tristan was antsy the whole way back to his parent's house. He was dying to know what was in the journal. They only lived a few minutes away from the Gilmore's, but the drive seemed like an eternity, plus, Janlen felt the need to stop by a convenience store to get some tic tacs.
When they finally did get back, he ran up the stairs to his room and closed the door. He looked at the first page and saw that it was dated March 24, 1984. The first thing he realized was the fact that Rory was born around 7 months after that date, plus the handwriting was a different type of scrawl than Rory's. He had received many notes from her, most just random doodles, but he knew that it wasn't her writing. He went ahead and read it anyway.
'March 24, 1984,
Hey Scoot, Lorelei here, just figured you might want to be the first to know that I am DEFINITELY pregnant. I went to the corner mart today and bought a test, and I was wigging out when I took it. I personally think Chris should be the next to know, because I can't face my parents yet. I think I'll wait until I start to show a little. That makes the most sense to me. Well, that's all for now, Chris and Aiden are on their way.'
It took Tristan a moment to let it all sink in; this was Lorelei's journal, not Rory's. But Tristan could've sworn he had seen Rory's writing somewhere near the middle. He started flipping pages, seeing different things like "I hate Christopher Hayden" or "Metallica kicks ass."
He was starting to think that he had just been seeing things and accidentally grabbed Lorelei's journal when he reached a page that was dated March 16, 2001. He immediately recognized Rory's curly handwriting.
'March 16, 2001
Hey Scoot, well, its been a while since you've been used, and there is some interesting stuff about my past in here. It's been pretty much 16 years since you've had any news, so I'll attempt to fill you in,'
Tristan had to laugh at that. It was a notebook, yet Rory and her mother treated everyday household items as real people.
'After Reagan left the oval office, George Bush took over for four years, then Clinton had a good eight year run, and just recently, George W. Bush, the former president's son was elected. There are many stories behind all of them, but I don't have enough energy to write all of it. Well, you're original owner, my mom, moved to Star's Hollow after she had me. I really have no more history for you, if I think of more I'll tell you later. Right now I have big new, some sad, some happy. Sad always goes first. My boyfriend for three months broke up with me two days ago; it was pretty much my fault. I couldn't tell him I loved him, end of story. On to the good news. Ok, you need this little bit of background info, Tristan is an extremely arrogant, cocky, I don't know what who is now a classmate of mine at Chilton. Yet, through all the arrogance, he is so extremely HOTT!!! Well, here's the thing, I could have sworn that he hated me. He was always calling me Mary and was nothing but just plain rude to me. Then, all of a sudden, his girlfriend breaks up with him in front of a ton of people at a party, and he's all of a sudden a different person. I wasn't having the greatest time, since Lane was busy with Henry, so I went to find a place to read, and walked into a room where Tristan was sitting at the piano. At first I tried talking about Summer, his ex-girlfriend, and he got a little huffy, so I switched to just small talk. The next thing I know, I'm sitting next to him on the bench and he's leaning in about to kiss me. I of course lean in too, and the second our lips touch, it's like pure ecstasy. Oh, I have one final bit of bad news. I wigged out during the kiss and start to cry. How pathetic. What a horrible time to start the wallowing process. I ran out of there feeling very stupid. So, now, here I am, talking to you Scoot, telling you things that I'd only tell two other people, Lane and my mom. Now I think I'm done, but don't worry, I tell you more things as they come along.'
Tristan was stunned. He had always thought she thought he was just a player, never thinking he was hot. Plus, he thought she had cried about the kiss, not because of other things in her life. They had never really talked about that night. It just never came up, and he never felt right bringing it up out of the blue.
He started thinking about things they did talk about. That was one of their strong points. They could always talk about what was on their mind. It was a reason he was glad they could at least be friends again.
It had killed him inside, all those years apart. He had tried talking to her about it, trying to explain. She always just blew him off by walking away.
He hadn't done it on purpose. Cheated on her. It was all a big misunderstanding. Sure, alcohol had a lot to do with it, but even if he had been drunk, he could've controlled himself. He adored Rory, too much to do something as stupid as that. He remembered exactly what happened the night of Madeline's party.
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Rory woke up at 5:30 in the morning, tossing and turning. She had had another dream involving Tristan. She couldn't stand them anymore, they were becoming too much for her. She sat up in bed, trying to find something to get him out of her head. She knew Nean would be up, since he was a freakishly early riser everyday. She picked up the phone and dialed the oh so familiar number to her place in New York.
"Hello?"
"Hey Nean, what's up?"
"Rory, is that you?"
"Ya, who else would know that you're up at this ungodly hour?"
"I'm confused, you're actually up before the sun?"
"Well, ya, I couldn't sleep, and I needed someone to just talk to."
"Well, good choice. So what's up?"
"Ugh, I don't really know."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you know how I told you all about Tristan DuGrey?"
"Of course, love of your life, cheated on you, been avoided ever since."
"That's the guy, well, anyways, he was at the funeral I was at."
"Well, you just avoided him like always, right?"
"Ya, of course, the funeral isn't the problem, my grandfather invited him and his grandfather to dinner with all of us."
"Well, sickness is always an option."
"I know, but yet, I knew I'd have to face him sooner or later. I chose the former."
"Well, that can't be why you can't sleep, because you could sleep right through a natural disaster."
"I know, there IS more, if you'd just let me finish."
"Ok, shoot."
"Well, knowing my parents, I figured they'd all go in the family room and just talk for at least an hour or longer, and I wasn't up to sitting there silently for that long, so I went upstairs to my room type thing. So I was lying on my bed when all of a sudden he walks in. He must've seen me go up or something, even though I was sure he was nowhere in sight. So anyways, he walks in and we start talking, and we end up arguing, and the next thing I know, we're on the bed like, making out, and I'm just all mixed up here."
"Whoa, ok, slow down, that all went by way to fast for me, yet strangely enough I got it all. Man, I've been living with you way too long."
"Ok, I'm kind of looking for advice here, not, whatever it is that you're giving me."
"Alright, back on track here,
"What am I supposed to do, I can't stop thinking about him. Heck, I'm up at 5:30 because of him. Even you know how I get with lack of sleep."
"Yep, very spaced out and easily confused."
"Ha ha, very funny there."
"You're right, even more confused than usual."
Rory made a face and was silent for a moment.
"You're making a face at me, aren't you Gilmore."
"You know me way to well."
"Ya, the benefits of living with you."
"Nean, you'd make the perfect girl, you change the subject very easily."
"I know, but you aided in the subject change"
"No, you changed it."
"But you didn't change it back."
"Well, I am now."
"I don't think we're going to get anywhere this early."
"I don't know how you can be up this early every day."
"Well, you see, I need to be away for at least two hours before I am totally awake, and since I have a very difficult job that promptly starts at 8:00 A.M., I need to be fully awake. Of course, the wonderful coffee you bring me always gives me that extra zing I need."
"I'm hanging up now."
"Fine, bye Rory."
"Bye Nean."
"Oh, wait, when are you gonna be back?"
"Ugh, I don't know, tomorrow, but more than likely Tuesday."
"Alright then, see you then."
"Ciao."
Rory hung up the phone and looked at the clock. She sighed, '6:04,' she had only spent half an hour on the phone with Nean, but it seemed like much longer. She decided to get ready and head to Luke's to bring back a good breakfast for the whole family. She made it to Luke's at 6:30 sharp, just as he was making the first batch of coffee for the day.
"Hey Luke."
"Rory, is that you?"
"Sure is Luke."
"Wow, did daylight savings time happen and I forgot to change my clock, or are you really here at 6:30."
"Is it really that hard to believe that I'm up early? I mean, what if I'm up at this time everyday in New York?"
"Rory, I've known you since you were a baby, you would never accept a job in which you had to be out and about by 6:30."
"Alright, fine, I just wanted to surprise everyone by brining breakfast in bed."
"Isn't that usually a meal made by yourself?"
"Well, normally, but this is my mother we are talking about, she won't accept anything but your food."
"Alright, fine, I'll get Caesar on it."
"Thanks Luke."
"No problem Rory."
She sat down and poured herself a cup of coffee. She knew she needed to wake up, otherwise there would be a lot of people angry with her.
She was lost in yet another daydream involving Tristan when she heard the bell ring, meaning someone had walked in. She turned towards the door and saw none other than Tristan DuGrey, the same one she had been fantasizing about just seconds before.
"Hey Rory."
"I'm not talking to you," she said coolly.
"What, what did I do wrong, you were just fine last night. I don't remember doing anything after that."
"No, but you woke me up at 5:30 in my dream."
"Dreaming about me again Ror, how sweet, I'm really touched," he told her, classic smirk on his face.
"How on earth did I survive going out with you?"
"Oh, you know you love me."
"Ya, wait, no, wait, what are you doing here?"
"Well, I know you love this place, and I knew you were staying at your parent's house and you would end up coming here."
"Then how did you know what time I'd be here?"
"Well, I didn't know, so I figured I'd get here about now, so I could just wait around, maybe have some coffee."
"Then why are you here?"
"I need to talk to you, it's really important, and it's been bugging me since last night."
"You have my utmost attention."
"Ok, last night, I explained myself, about Madeline's party and all, and it's been so long, I thought I could get away with not giving you the whole truth, without feeling any regret what so ever."
"Do I really want to hear what you're going to tell me?"
"Well, it's not the best thing in the world, but at least you know I'm telling you the whole truth."
"Just spit it out."
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Ha ha, leaving off there, just to be mean, ok now I need your opinion, longer stories, or shorter ones, I don't know where to cut these off. This one I needed to, because I'm keeping you in suspense for one more chapter, but I promise next chapter the Tristan party incident will be solved. Please review. I love reviews
Randi (mountain_dew_4u@msn.com)