Author: Chubs
Author's notes: I wrote a story like this, but decided it was too complicated and to dramatic for my liking, so I decided to re-write it in to something better! Hopefully!
Disclaimer: I own no one but the people you haven't heard of. I think they are Lorelai III (Ellie), Pat, Em and Christian.
Spoilers: No spoiler's of the likes.
Description: Rory meets up unexpectedly with her past when her daughter starts at Chilton Prep, and event all to familiar to Rory. Eventually Trory.
A/N: I'd like to thank all that reviewed, that's the most I've ever gotten, so obviously I'm doing something write this time! YAY!
I'm also sorry about the biblical insult, I truly meant to write John but just a moment of stupidity, thanks wingfairy90!
Chapter 3 –Pat and Ellie arrived at the party at 7.30, just as everyone else started arriving. Rory had driven the two in and give them a lecture about communal chips bowls and how they have traces of urine in them and she knew that they would be drinking tonight she said that they should drink sensibly and DO NOT DRINK from an open drink.
As the two teens walked in Ellie took in the smell of bad body odour, smoke, beer, and a slight smell of vomit. The house was big, but not as big as their old mansion, this mansion had a bad karma. The now dirty polished floors gave an icy feel to the place and the beige coloured walls made the place boring and dull. This place wasn't some were, were she wanted to live or even stay at.
Ellie didn't really know what you wore to parties, so after an hour of consideration, Rory and Ellie choose a pair of hip hugger jeans and a green boob tube that finished just past my hips with a big thick elastic band that made it cling to my hips.
As Pat and Ellie walked in she noticed some girls pointing at her and smile. She smiled back at them and walked over towards them.
'Hey, I'm Ellie,' she said as she neared them.
'I'm Jamie, and this is Kristi, Jess, and Tessa,' said a pretty blonde haired girl. The girls said there hello's and Kristi quickly said, 'how do you know Pat Gilmore?'
'He's my brother,' she said laughing, at their eagerness and slight jealousness; it was funny because she couldn't care less about Pat, so she thought anyway.
'Really, you don't really look alike,' said Kristi. 'I thought you might have been going out or something.'
'Yeah, we get that,' she said smiling. After 10 minutes of gossiping with the girls about boys and other things their boyfriends came up and they headed for the make shift dance floor. Ellie wasn't much of a dancer, choosing to walk over towards the punch bowl and scull down a glass of it not realising that there was a huge amount of vodka mixed in, until three glasses later when she started to loosen up a bit.
'Hey baby,' said the John from earlier today. He was quiet good looking, fairly tall for a 10th grader and had gorgeous blonde hair and hazel eyes.
'Hey,' she said smiling brightly up at him. 'I'm Ellie.'
'Michael,' he said looking down at me. 'You want to dance?' he asked grabbing my hand. She nodded and followed him towards the dance floor. I don't know why I said yes to dance with him, because I hate dancing, I'm usually the one looking at people dancing, not dancing, thought Ellie. After half an hour of dancing quiet closely, Michael and Ellie headed to get a drink.
'Here you go,' said Michael handing Ellie a beer and grabbing two more for the road.
'Thanks,' she said taking a scull of the yeasty substance and following him out side. Ellie noticed Pat making out with some random chick on the porch and quickly grabbed Michael's hand and made for a secluded part of the yard. Not like a secluded part was hard to find, it was a massive yard it was nearly twice the size of Stars Hollow High's football oval.
'I didn't know you were that eager to be alone with me,' he said as they sat down on the grass and kissed her. She kissed him back, taking in his beer and smoky breath, this wasn't her first kiss she'd kissed her ex-boyfriend Josh before but this was more passionate than it was when she had kissed him. They sat there making out for 20 minutes, until her back started to hurt from being pushed up against the tree and her breasts were swollen from all the groping. Ellie sculled down the rest of her beer and got up wanting another one, or at least to get a breath.
'Babe, come back,' he said pulling at her hand. For a minute she wanted to yell that her name was Ellie and slap him on back of the head, but then the beer took over so she sat back down and started making out again. She knew that she didn't want to be shy any more, but she also didn't want to be a slut either.
'What's wrong?' he asked drunkenly as Ellie pulled away and got up.
'I need another beer,' she said as he mumbled something about another one for him as well. She found Pat in the same spot, talking to his flavour or make out chick. At least he knew how to talk around the opposite sex, unlike a certain someone.
'Ella?' he asked grabbing hold of her hand and dragging her over to him.
She wasn't drunk anymore, so she thought, maybe she was just a little tipsy but she was sober enough not to say or do anything stupid. Apparently she wasn't.
'Hey, Pat,' she said sitting down.
'You been drinking?' he asked suspiciously raising an eyebrow at her.
'Yes, and that's not all that I've been doing,' she said cheekily, yeah after all I think I'm a little bit more than a tiny tipsy, she though stupidly.
'You're an idiot,' he said half-heartedly grabbing hold of her hand.
'Who's this?' asked the girl that had been clinging to Pat the whole night.
'I'm Ella, Pat's sister,' she said shoving her hand out for the unknown girl to shake, but she just looked at it like it was a plate of fat. 'Yeah, nice to meet you,' replied Ellie getting up for another beer. As she headed in to the house, the smell of smoke and pot engulfed her making her slightly nauseous. She quickly grabbed two beers and headed back for Michael, not wanting to stay inside any longer in case she did actually vomit. How embarrassing.
'Your back,' he said dragging on a cigarette.
'Here,' she said passing him a beer, and grabbing his smoke, inhaling, trying not to cough and look immature. Sure she had smoked before, Pat had given her a smoke last year at their father funeral, he said that smoking made him stress less, not like he stressed at all.
'Thanks,' he said taking off the top and gulping down some of his beer. 'So you're not much of a Mary are you?' he asked suddenly.
'How did you guess?' she asked sounding every bit drunk that she was.
'Making out with a guy you don't really know,' he said looking into my eyes. 'You have really pretty eyes,' he said moving into kiss her again. But this time it was different, she felt like she had to live up to what he was saying, that indeed she was not a Mary.
Michael and Ellie spent most of the night drinking and making out, sometimes talking about school, and families. By the end of the night her face and breasts were swollen from the groping and the kissing.
Ellie didn't expect anything to come out of this party; she didn't expect Michael to acknowledge her at school. I didn't mind if he wanted to pretend like it never happened, maybe it would be better if it happened that way, she thought brightly.
She didn't expect anything that happened, maybe because she didn't want anything to happen underneath it all. Maybe she just wanted to hook up randomly with different guys each weekend, why couldn't she become a Summer or a Madeline? Why did she have to care about her emotions so much? Why couldn't she just shove them away so far until they weren't acknowledgeable any more? Or ignore them until they just went away.
Thanks guys for reading! I hope you guys are enjoying it! This is kind of a turning point of Ellie, I kind of based her on the things I went through last year when I was 14-15. If anyone has any input just send an email to me at
-Chubz (Bec)