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A/N- I really hope you all enjoy this chapter. It's very funny, and partially a filler. I'm typing this before I go skiing, so if I become seriously injured (lol), I'll hopefully update. Oh, and my beta was incredibly stupid and gave up the computer for Lent. Although in like 30 days or so, she will be severely hurting me for calling her stupid. Anyway, bear with the mistakes for a few updates.

Troubles of the Heart

Chapter 11- It's Girls Night In, and You're not invited!

"Hey Ror," Tristan said walking into the dorm, "You have mail."

"Oh good, is it my Amazon?" Rory asked giddily.

"No, it's from your mom." Tristan handed her an envelope. Rory opened the envelope and it said, 'You are cordially invited to- oh hell with this cordially crap. Call me to find out what you're invited to. Wow, being evil is fun!'

"Oh boy," Rory said dialing her mom's phone number, "what is she up to?"

"Hello, Heidi's House of Hoes, only Trixie and Bunny are available tonight." Lorelai chirped into the phone.

"Hi mom." Rory said.

"Rory! Are you calling per request of my invitation?" Lorelai said in a very serious tone.

"Yes," Rory replied in a mocking tone.

"Well, if you're going to be like that, maybe I'll uninvite you." Lorelai said faking hurt.

"Fine, yes, I am calling regarding your invitation." Rory said in a normal tone.

"You're invited to a girls' night in." Lorelai squealed, "No boys allowed!"

"Mom," Rory said in an implying tone.

"What?" Lorelai exclaimed.

"You've been married for a month, and you're already kicking Luke out?" Rory replied.

"Come on, we're going full on pom-pom pigtails, frilly nightgowns and Light as a Feather/Stiff as a Board." Lorelai whined.

"You're crazy," Rory shook her head.

"Yay! You're coming!" Lorelai giggled.

"When is it?" Rory sighed.

"This Friday," Lorelai smiled.

"Mom!" Rory exclaimed, "It's Thursday!"

"Well, I suppose I should have given you more time. So, Sookie, Lane, Paris, and you are coming."

"Anything I can bring?" Rory asked.

"No, but tell your hunky, hunky boyfriend it's girls' night in, and he's not invited."

"Ok, bye." Rory hung up.

"So what are you invited to?" Tristan said sitting next to her.

"It's girls' night in, and you're not invited." Rory teased him.

"That hurts." Tristan put a hand on his heart.

"It's a crazy idea my mom had." Rory shrugged.

"So next weekend, it's our sixth month anniversary."

"That's right." Rory replied, smiling.

"I'm planning it, and y ou have no say whatsoever." Tristan grinned.

"Meanie," Rory pouted, but Tristan kissed her, and she easily forgot what was wrong. Rory had one hand raking his hair, and the other softly massaging his neck. Soon, Rory was on the bottom of the couch, and Tristan was on top. Tristan gently fumbled with her hemline when Rory stopped him, "Not yet,"

"Okay," Tristan warily agreed.

"Ror, come on. Paris is here." Tristan called. Rory zipped up her overstuffed duffel bag.

"Ugh, I'm coming." Rory dragged her bag along the floor.

"God Gilmore, did you pack to clothe an army?" Paris groaned.

"Sure did. Bye babe." Rory tiptoed to kiss Tristan.

"Please spare me." Paris spat dryly.

"Bye," Rory touched Tristan's cheek, and walked out. Rory walked down a crowded hall with Paris to her car.

Once in Stars Hollow, Rory laughed at the sight of her house. Cardboard Barbies covered the frontlawn, along with a high-heeled fuzzy chair. The porch was covered in pink streamers, and a banner hung, saying "Girls Rule!" Rory and Paris walked in the house, and Lorelai squealed, "Oh goodie! You're here."

"Hi mom," Rory kissed her mothe's cheek.

"Hello dahling, Hi Paris. Ok, put your stuff in Rory's room, and find the bag with your name on it." Lorelai informed them.

Paris and Rory put their bags in Rory's room, and walked into the living room. Pink slip covers covered the couches. A pink fuzzy cover went over the computer and TV. Rory saw a big girly bag with 'Rory' in curly writing. Rory walked over to see what was inside. Inside was a pink lacy cami and matching boyshorts, a scrunchie, silky pink slippers, and red nail polish. "Mom," Rory groaned, "I am not wearing this."

"Oh come on! We're all going to be in character. I'm the sexy seductress, Sookie's the sweet mom in her granny nightgown. Paris is the little school girl in her Barbie night gown and pig tails. Lane is the rocker chick with her rocker t-shirt and boxers. You're the cheerleader in her perfect pink stuff. Oh please!" Lorelai whined.

"You suck." Rory muttered, grabbing her bag, and began walking to her room. Rory put everything on, including the nail polish. When she walked out, her mom was in a short black dress, and everyone else was there.

"Oh, we can begin!" Lorelai squealed, "Now, as you may have guessed, you all have 'characters.' Well, you all have to speak in character. I have to speak very seductively. Sookie has to be all 'Oh aren't you just precious,' Paris is a little girl, afraid of the dark and monsters. Rory, you have to be like, totally like a cheerleader! Lane you are so against everything and you heart the world. My name is Serena, Rory is Muffie, Paris is Julie, Sookie is Mama Louise, and Lane is Alex. Now, the catch. You have to try and get people out of character. Begin!"

Rory walked up to Lane, "So, like, who's on your shirt."

"It's The Used, why do you care?" Lane eyed the 'poser' in front of her.

"Because like, they look really bad in that picture." Rory said as if all the world should know, "I should soo have a talk with their stylist."

"They're being original, not everybody primps like you princess." Lane replied sarcastically.

"That one over there needs some major highlights, and eyebrows plucked." Rory shook her head.

"Rory! How can you even insult them?" Lane cried, "Oh crap."

"You were like, so out of character. Go me!" Rory cheered.

"Now now Muffie, save all the cheering for when Quarterback Brad comes over," Lorelai laughed dirtily.

Sookie's cell phone rang, "Oh, I'll be right back dearies."

"Hurry back Mama Louise," Paris replied clutching a pillow.

"So, Julie, did I ever tell you about the summer of '97 when I ran into Brad Pitt? Ooh, such a big big boy, and that tush of his? It was so-"

"Ah! Leave my little girl ears alone." Paris cried, and kept pretending to wail.

"Paris, stop!" Lorelai cried, "I never had a stamina for crying because Rory was a good kid and hardly cried!"

"Aww you need a hug!" Paris squealed.

"Get off me!" Lorelai struggled out of her grasp, and sat next to Lane, "Hi Lane."

Sookie came down the stairs, and only Lorelai saw the mischievious twinkle in her eyes. "Oh dear, my Jackson fell down the stairs, but he's a brave lad."

"Sookie, you have to go see him!" Rory yelled.

"Why dear, my Jackson didn't fall. I was only pulling your leg."

"You stooped real low, Sookie, real low." Rory shook her head.

"Mama Louise, why does the sun shine?" Paris asked.

"Well-"

"Mama Louise, why is the sky blue?" Paris asked.

"Uh-"

"Mama Louise, where do babies come from?"

"Ah, stop!" Sookie cried, "You're mean."

"Ha! I won!" Paris cried.

"Well, now our facials begin!" Lorelai cheered, "I've got avocado masks and makeovers lined up."

"I'm allergic to avocados," Paris informed them.

"Well then you just get a makeover," Lorelai replied.

"Okay," Paris agreed, and they all sat around the kitchen table with green goop on their faces, and then they did makeovers.

Soon they heard a bell, "Pizza's here!" Lorelai ran to the door, and opened it. Rory's mouth widened. Pete was carrying five pizzas and three bags filled with God knows what.

"Mom! There's only five people here!" Rory exclaimed.

"Ah, but we're here, and we both eat to the equivalent of 6 people." Lorelai replied.

"True," Rory shrugged. Lorelai paid Pete and placed the food in the middle of the table.

Everyone ate and they went into the living room. "Okay, now who wants to play Truth or Dare?" Lane asked.

"Ooh me!" Lorelai giggled, "I'll go first. Now, this is a question you always ask at a sleepover. It's like, tradition. This is for everyone to answer, including me: If you are a virgin, and if you aren't, when was your first time?" Rory gulped, she was probably the only one there.

"Well, hello, I'm pregnant here, but I was seventeen, and he was Bobby." Sookie smiled at the memory.

"Uh, if you all remember my Chilton incident. Yea, that was my first." Paris groaned.

"Umm, like two months ago, well, yea." Lane blushed.

"Hello, I have a living, breathing daughter. As you may know, Rory is the result of my first time." Lorelai grinned.

"Uh, well, no." Rory sighed.

"Oh, that's ok sweets, I still love you the same." Lorelai gratefully hugged her daughter, "So, movie time!"

Cheers erupted and Lorelai put in Willy Wonka, but Rory's mind was elsewhere. She has been thinking about, you know, with Tristan. She wasn't sure she was ready before, but now, she's completely sure. She wants Tristan, but should she tell him? She doesn't want to seem forward, or press him for it. Maybe you shouldn't ask, a voice popped in her head, just find a moment when it seems right. Be spontaneous.

Yea, Rory thought, be spontaneous.

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A/N- I hope you all enjoyed it. Next chapter is a double chapter. The one many of you asked for, Flashback Attack, the development of Rory and Tristan's friendship, and a funny one. It developed from watching TV at my dad's house.

Chapter 12- 'You should have used Preparation H' / Flashback Attack

"Ugh, Tristan, I'm all itchy," Rory squirmed.

"You should have used Preparation H before we left," Tristan smirked.

"The dress itches stupid." Rory smacked him.