Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls or anything having to do with it.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Trory
If anyone is confused, the italics are flashbacks, of things that happened in the past and the regular writing is present time.
"Okay. Now I want everyone to read the chapters on acting I photocopied out of Houseman's Memoirs tonight. Everyone will be off book by Friday, and if you plan on missing rehearsal, you better bring a coroner's note." Paris said and placed a sword on the table.
"Tell me you didn't just have that lying around." I asked.
"We're short on boys. That makes you Romeo, Brad. Louise, you can play the Friar."
"Excuse me?" Louise asked.
"Well, well, the gang's all here." Tristan said coming into the room.
"This is a meeting." Paris Said.
"Yeah, sorry I'm late." He said, before sitting down next to me.
"What do you think you're doing?" Paris asked angrily.
"Uh, Professor Anderson forgot to include me when she made up the groups, so she told me to pick one."
"Fine, you have four other acts to choose from. Take your pick."
"Well, this one does have the added bonus of my girlfriend." He said and grabbed my hand.
"So we're being punished for Rory's bad taste?"
"Oh, Paris, you hurt me. Do you no longer have any need for me at all?" Tristan asked.
"Yes, we have great need. You can be our Romeo." Louise cut in.
"Brad is Romeo!" Paris yelled.
"Put in your other contact Grandma. Tristan is Romeo. Brad can be the second guard on the left." Louise added.
"No." Paris said.
"She's kinda right, Paris. Tristan was born to be Romeo." Madeline added.
"Hey, I'm the director and I'll decide who's born to be what, and Brad is Romeo."
"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned." Louise said.
"What'd you say?" Paris asked, challenging her.
"Just perhaps that someone is letting her personal feelings interfere with her leadership." Louise stated. "So I'm just going to say one thing: fifty percent of our final grade."
"How are you at speaking in front of a lot of people?" Paris asked.
"I tend to throw up." Brad responded.
"Fine, Rory and Tristan can be Romeo and Juliet. But you," she said pointing to Tristan, "better not screw this up. Now I expect us all to meet back here at 7 o'clock tonight. Don't be late." She stated and walked out of the room. Everyone but Tristan and I got up to follow.
"So..." I said.
"So...?"
"You missed class again."
"Rory,"
"No, Tristan. You told me you were going to try harder in school. Skipping class is not trying harder."
"Rory, I'm doing the best I can."
"No, you're not. Promise me you won't ever skip a class again."
"Rory"
"Promise!"
"Fine, fine. I promise. Are you happy?"
"Thrilled." I said smiling.
"You're lucky I can't lie to you Mary."
"I know"
'I need coffee, I need coffee.' I thought as I wandered into the nearest coffee shop. My first day at The New York Times had been stressful. I was only a junior writer, so no one respected me and to make matters worse, the boss wanted me to stay later and I couldn't because I had to pick Rebecca up from school. I had a half-hour till I had to get Rebecca and I knew if I didn't get some caffiene in my system I'd go nuts.
"Two coffees, black, to go, please." I said to the counter woman. Within a minute she handed me the cups and I was on my way out again. I felt a raindrop and looked up at the sky when I suddenly collided with someone and spilt my hot coffee all over them.
"I'm so sorry..." I said when the man suddenly looked up and I saw the one person I had hoped never to see again.
O.k., so its been a really long time since I've gotten a chapter out. But to make up for this I'll be updating again tomorrow or the day after that and I'll try to update my other story too. Thank-you for all your patience. Please review. I love reading them, it makes my day.