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, Emma, 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.
N/B: I didn't have a chance to check spelling and grammar, i've been so busy, and i wrote this in half an hour, so i hope it's ok. Please r&r.
Chapter 7 –Today was Wednesday. Wednesday's were always Rory's favourite day. She always finished work early and picked up a boot full of junk food and takeaway and had a movie night with Ellie, Em and Lorelai. Lately though Ellie was to busy socialising or at a friends place for the movie night.
Rory was worried about Ellie; she was worried that she was trying to hard to fit in at Chilton. She was worried that her baby might change everything about her, all that she stood for just to fit in. She was too much like Lorelai. Ellie was like Lorelai in the fact that she always stood out of the crowd even when she didn't want to, she was even more like Lorelai in the way that she always had a boyfriend, or a boy chasing her. Giving the girl some credit, she new how to flirt.
Rory was dragged back to reality when her phone started ringing.
'Yes,' Rory snapped.
'Hi, I was wondering if I could speak to my long lost daughter, I think she fell into the depths of gravity or paper work or something some were in her office, can you please just go in there and see if she's still alive, you know in case I have to look after the brats she calls her children,' said Lorelai sarcastically.
'Hey mum,' said Rory, her mood changing instantly. Lorelai could do that to Rory, make Rory go from bitchy to happy in .3 of a second.
'Oh so you're my daughter, your voice has changed so much,' replied Lorelai happily.
'What do you want mum, you have 30 seconds,' said Rory raising an eyebrow even though Lorelai could not see her.
'Ok, so about tonight I here little Lorelai junior has her date with Michael so it's another movie night she's missing what's with that girl? Suddenly family isn't important it's that damn school you send your kids to it makes them all to good for family anyway so I was thinking we should go out on the town we can leave Em with Luke and we can go to Hartford go boozing pick our selves up a bikie each with beer belly's and a tattoo on their arm which has I heart mother,' Lorelai in good form said this all in one breath.
'Your in good form Lorelai,' said Rory laughing.
'Well what can I say, Luke keeps me young, wink wink nudge nudge.'
'Let's pretend you never said that, and that I'm not going red at the moment,' said Rory laughing, 'and instead of going out and boozing why don't you come over and we can drink margarita's with Sookie?'
'Sounds great babe, I'll bring the alcohol you bring the food. Love you baby,' said Lorelai hanging up so Rory couldn't argue.
'Silly women,' mumbled Rory laughing.
'Hey Rory get up, were going for a lunch meeting with a new client,' said Paris coming in, not even bothering to knock. The two girls had become close friends in senior year when there wasn't a certain someone their to irritate them both, and they become even closer when they started to room at Yale together.
'Who is the client?' asked Rory when they were going down in the lift.
'Tristan Dugrey, do you remember him? He went to Chilton with us until her got kicked out in Junior,' said Paris hopping out of the lift.
Yep, this was the worst day in history. Ok so maybe just this week, thought Rory angrily. Rory wanted to kick Pais in the bum at that very moment. Paris new very well that Rory hated Tristan with a passion.
'Thanks for telling me Paris, I thought he moved away from Hartford nearly ten years ago,' said Rory as Paris lead her towards to new and hip café bar place down the road.
'His a freelance writer, and he is willing to write in the political and legal section of the paper so we can rid of that moronic and incompetent Mark,' replied Paris grabbing a booth near the back, 'he should be here by now.'
'Back to his old antics,' mumbled Rory.
'Don't get started Gilmore,' said Paris as Rory spotted a tall blonde man entering the shop. That couldn't be Tristan, Tristan was never that hot.
'There he is,' said Paris pointing to the man who just entered. Yep, Tristan definitely had changed a lot in the last couple of years.
'Sorry I'm late, Christian got up to some trouble at school with Michael had to go see Medina,' said Tristan sitting down.
'Office changed much since you were there?' asked Rory sarcastically.
'Unfortunately no, but you Mary, you have only gotten finer,' said Tristan. Why did he always revert back to third grade tactics when he was around Rory?
'You know if you want a job I think you should keep your mouth shut Dugrey,' warned Paris as a waitress bought them three coffees.
'So since you bought it up, when do I start?' asked Tristan cockily. He already new he had the job. He had both the credentials and was family friends with Paris, there was no way he wasn't getting this job.
'Look, I'm sorry Tristan but I think you have more potential than working as a freelance journalist. You've got a law degree; you have so much fieldwork in law that I'd hate to see your talents go to waste, I can't agree with Paris's decision to hire you,' said Rory after she quickly read through a resume.
'What?' asked a stunned Paris?
Tristan understood what Rory was saying, that was why he didn't get the last job he applied for. He was a good lawyer, he wasn't board with being a lawyer, and he just wanted a go at something different. That was the whole reason in moving back to Hartford in the first place. One of the reasons, the other being his son. Christian, he was a carbon copy of Tristan at that age.
'I understand, what your saying Mary. How about I have a column in your paper once a week I can talk about politics and world issues, my choice of topic each week?' asked Tristan. He really wanted to work with Rory.
'World issues is mine, how about just politics and law?' asked Rory.
'Great, when do you want the first article?' asked Tristan excited. He already had an idea for his first article. George Bush - What was his real motive behind the 2004-? War on Terrorism.
'Hello, what about my opinion?' asked Paris shocked. She was surprised at the two's behaviour, usually back in high school they couldn't settle on anything and here they were acting like adults.
'Sorry Paris, what do you think of this idea?' asked Rory guzzling down her coffee. She hadn't had any since breakfast, and she was feeling it. It was her drug.
She was his drug. Tristan didn't realise this, but he had been given a second chance at getting Rory. She was up for the taking, and he couldn't believe his luck. I'm going to marry her, he thought as he took a sip of his drink. He could watch her all day and never get tired of her beauty.
'It's a good idea, how about you send us your rough copy by Thursday, and we can print it in the Sunday paper?' asked Paris hiding her disappointment. She always had hidden feelings for Tristan, but now she new that they would never have a chance, because he was still hung up on Rory, after all these years.
'Thursday sounds good,' said Tristan smiling, Rory didn't think Tristan new how to smile.
'Any way I've got some research to do, so I'll leave you two to talk about the minor details,' said Paris, grabbing her Versace handbang and pulling out a twenty and slamming it on the table.
'Bye Paris,' Rory called after her.
'How have you been?' asked Tristan, he had heard through the Hartford gossip mill that Rory's husband Matt had died a year or so back from brain cancer.
'I've been worse,' replied Rory was a smile. She always had to put on a smile, everyone in Hartford had to. It was how you were brought up to be.
'I know, because I inflicted the pain on you, I'm sorry for being such a jerk back in high school, and when you came to some of my parents functions and I ignored you, I've grown up a lot, I have a kid, I've been married, I've been divorced,' Tristan said, trying to prove his point that he was different now.
'I know you are, but from what I hear you son is exactly like you, he must be giving you some grief,' said Rory laughing.
'I live, I'm sure if he's anything like me, he'll turn around when he's in senior year and in military school,' said Tristan smirking.
Tristan and Rory sat talking in the café shop until 1.30, not realising that time had gone so fast.
'I've got to go, I didn't realise that it was 1.30 already, here's my number, call me some time,' said Rory writing down her number on a napkin. She hadn't realised that maybe Tristan had changed, and she realised what a good friend he could be.
N/B: I didn't have a chance to check spelling and grammar, i've been so busy, and i wrote this in half an hour, so i hope it's ok. Please r&r.