TITLE: Presenting... Mary
SUMMARY: A twist in the episode "Presenting Lorelai Gilmore." Who will be Rory's escort?
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Gilmore Girls or anything related to it. I am just an obsessive fan!
A/N: This is my first fanfic ever! I have been reading and enjoying them for a long time and never got the courage to write one myself! Please be kind and review. I accept constructive criticism! Thanks for giving me a chance!
Also, Italics mean a character's thoughts!
Why did I go out onto the patio? I should have just grabbed grandpa's book and left. Now I'm stuck becoming a "proper lady of society." All those crazy women asking me to walk and curtsy. I wish mom was here right now. Grandma is really excited though, so I guess I can deal with stuck up debutantes for one night. What's one night?
"Honestly Rory, have you been listening to a single word I've said?" asked Emily, her patented 'annoyed with Lorelai look' now aimed at Rory.
"Yes, of course grandma." Rory deadpanned. Probably something about the dress right? I am standing here in something that would be better suited on a latte then on an actual person.
"Oh really, so do you think it is a good idea?" Emily was in the process of torturing her latest maid about God knows what.
"Yes grandma, whatever you think is fine with me" Rory said, trying her best to speed this along.
"Excellent! I will make the arrangements right now." Emily practically ran out of the room in excitement, causing Rory to laugh uncontrollably.
Wow, grandma running! This must be something big. If only mom was here to witness this. The Forrest Gump references she's been saving up for all these years would finally come in handy.
Emily came into the room, cordless phone firmly placed to her ear. Rory could only hear the last bit of the one-ended conversation:
"Wonderful Lydia, I know that Tristan and Rory will be the hit of the ball. I will call you tomorrow to start the details. Have a lovely evening."
At this, Rory fell from the pedestal she had been standing on in front of the three-way mirror. The sound of ripping fabric and falling pins would forever ring in her ears.
"Rory, my god! What are you doing? That dress was all pinned for your measurements and now we will have to start all over again!" Emily completely ignored the look of terror on her granddaughter's face and went to call Miss Celine back into the room.
"Grandma, um what were you saying about Tristan?" NO, there is no way she means Tristan DuGrey. It is not the same Bible Boy from Chilton. Plenty of stuck-up rich kids are named Tristan, aren't they?
"Well, he is your escort of course. You agreed that Tristan DuGrey would be a wonderful choice, did you not? I know Richard will just be thrilled. He was quite fond of him when they met at your birthday party." Emily and Miss Celine had already resumed the task of pinning Lorelai's old dress to fit Rory's slim form.
"But grandma, I'm not so sure about this. I didn't know you meant THAT Tristan. You see... me and Tristan aren't exactly friends. I wouldn't even say we are friendish."
"Friendish? Don't be ridiculous Rory. Tristan comes from an excellent family and is quite charming. The DuGreys and the Gilmores have been friends for decades." Emily stated, completely oblivious to her granddaughter's feelings.
Oh my god! What about Dean? There is no way he is going to let me be escorted by Tristan. This is not good, this is sooo not good!
"Grandma, what about my boyfriend Dean? He is also quite charming and I would feel much more comfortable having him as an escort." Rory said, looking at Emily hopefully.
With an obvious look of distate, Emily says "Rory, Dean is not a suitable escort. He is not part of the Hartford Elite. Now is the time for you to be making the proper connections and building a reputation. With Tristan as your escort you two will be the talk of the ball!"
It was clear to Rory that it was useless to try and argue society with her grandmother, so she had to agree. "Alright grandma. I will go to the ball with Tristan, but don't go arranging our marriage or anything, okay?"
Emily laughs and says "Oh no dear! That never happens before your first appearance as a couple. Just worry about next Saturday, and I will take care of the rest."
The rest? That does not sound good. I have to talk to mom, this whole thing is going to get out of control, I can tell right now. Not to mention what Tristan is going to think about this. He is going to think this was my idea. Oh, I can't wait for school tomorrow. This puts the Chilton invites to my birthday party into a whole different level.
Okay, not very long I know. I would really appreciate reviews on how I can improve this, as this is my first time. Thanks for taking the time to read and if I don't get crushed by bad reviews I will update soon!
P.S. I also do not own Forrest Gump, but my brother is a runner and I love to torture him with the running references!
