Disclaimer: We do NOT own Gilmore Girls or any song lyrics incorporated in
our writing. [although we wish we owned Chad]
Authors [Co-written]: Sashley – Sasha and Ashley
Rating: PG-13, for mild swearing, some sexual content [nothing explicit], depression, and violence
Summary: AU! Wondering where life will take her next, Rory finds herself trapped in a whirlpool of horrible outcomes, and ends up being forced deeper and deeper into depression. Can she maintain her normal life, can she and Tristan over come all of these obstacles? Read to find out.
Read and Review, ENJOY!
One Wrong Turn
Chapter 1: A Heating Pack
Rory Gilmore-Hayden walked down the halls of Chilton, seeing the familiar faces of her classmates since kindergarten. She walked towards her locker, giving the bottom to kicks, punching the top part, and then lifting the latch a few times, it sprung open. "Works like a charm" she said aloud.
"Ror are you talking to yourself again?" Tristan said leaning against the neighboring locker with a cup of coffee.
"Of course, the most intelligent person around," She gave him a thousand watt smile, a quick kiss, and grabbing the coffee out his hand, before grabbing her books as they headed off to homeroom.
"So are we going to Matt's party tonight?"
"Of course, will you be picking me up at 6?"
"Make it 6:03 and we'll call it a date."
"Class, everyone settle down." Mr. Norris yelled over the noise. Half way into the first period, she felt her cell phone vibrate in her blazer pocket. Pulling it out as discretely as possible, she flipped it open.
~*~Ror, make sure 2 wear something hot! ;) ~*~
**That was such a Tristan thing to say. ** She thought to herself.
~*~ I'll try to grab a heat pack on the way out babe. ~*~ Clicking send she went back to her notes.
.'`~*~`'. Gilmore-Hayden Residence.'`~*~`'.
Rory rechecked her reflection in the mirror; she was a pink mini skirt from Abercrombie that looked like a cheerleading skirt. She wore a white wife beater with a pink bra underneath so the straps were on either side of the actual top. On her feet, she wore white flip-flops. She curled her hair and left it down and flowing down her shoulders. Grabbing a pink suede purse, she ran down stairs upon hearing the doorbell.
"You look so hot." Tristan breathed leaning down giving her a kiss.
"Oh, I forgot the heating pack, should I go grab it."
"No, I think I need a cold shower as it is." He said his voice low.
"Well mister, you don't look so bad yourself." Which was quite an understatement; he wore jeans with bleach stains on them, a button up plaid shirt, which he left open with a wife beater underneath and some Birkenstocks. He ran his hand through his hair leaving it just as messy.
"I think you're going to get cold Ror." He said with a smirk "but I'm sure I can help you with that."
"Sure DuGrey, whatever you say." She said grabbing a suede pink jacket that matched her purse, and threw it over her arm. "Let's go." He grabbed her hand and they walked towards the car, he opened the door for her then went to the driver's seat as they drove off in his new Lexus.
Authors [Co-written]: Sashley – Sasha and Ashley
Rating: PG-13, for mild swearing, some sexual content [nothing explicit], depression, and violence
Summary: AU! Wondering where life will take her next, Rory finds herself trapped in a whirlpool of horrible outcomes, and ends up being forced deeper and deeper into depression. Can she maintain her normal life, can she and Tristan over come all of these obstacles? Read to find out.
Read and Review, ENJOY!
One Wrong Turn
Chapter 1: A Heating Pack
Rory Gilmore-Hayden walked down the halls of Chilton, seeing the familiar faces of her classmates since kindergarten. She walked towards her locker, giving the bottom to kicks, punching the top part, and then lifting the latch a few times, it sprung open. "Works like a charm" she said aloud.
"Ror are you talking to yourself again?" Tristan said leaning against the neighboring locker with a cup of coffee.
"Of course, the most intelligent person around," She gave him a thousand watt smile, a quick kiss, and grabbing the coffee out his hand, before grabbing her books as they headed off to homeroom.
"So are we going to Matt's party tonight?"
"Of course, will you be picking me up at 6?"
"Make it 6:03 and we'll call it a date."
"Class, everyone settle down." Mr. Norris yelled over the noise. Half way into the first period, she felt her cell phone vibrate in her blazer pocket. Pulling it out as discretely as possible, she flipped it open.
~*~Ror, make sure 2 wear something hot! ;) ~*~
**That was such a Tristan thing to say. ** She thought to herself.
~*~ I'll try to grab a heat pack on the way out babe. ~*~ Clicking send she went back to her notes.
.'`~*~`'. Gilmore-Hayden Residence.'`~*~`'.
Rory rechecked her reflection in the mirror; she was a pink mini skirt from Abercrombie that looked like a cheerleading skirt. She wore a white wife beater with a pink bra underneath so the straps were on either side of the actual top. On her feet, she wore white flip-flops. She curled her hair and left it down and flowing down her shoulders. Grabbing a pink suede purse, she ran down stairs upon hearing the doorbell.
"You look so hot." Tristan breathed leaning down giving her a kiss.
"Oh, I forgot the heating pack, should I go grab it."
"No, I think I need a cold shower as it is." He said his voice low.
"Well mister, you don't look so bad yourself." Which was quite an understatement; he wore jeans with bleach stains on them, a button up plaid shirt, which he left open with a wife beater underneath and some Birkenstocks. He ran his hand through his hair leaving it just as messy.
"I think you're going to get cold Ror." He said with a smirk "but I'm sure I can help you with that."
"Sure DuGrey, whatever you say." She said grabbing a suede pink jacket that matched her purse, and threw it over her arm. "Let's go." He grabbed her hand and they walked towards the car, he opened the door for her then went to the driver's seat as they drove off in his new Lexus.