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A/N: I'm going to cry! You guys are too sweet! I just feel so loved! I'm all giddy now! Hehe. I am just so glad that you all like my stuff. I have been tired lately, and so the last few chapters have pretty much only been dialogue, and not so well written. I love dialogue, but I also know I need to get back on track and use some more creative writing. This story is a real experience for me. This year in school is the first year where we have a real Language Arts class. We get to write more, and I'm learning so much. I don't care for my teacher, (and believe me, she does not care for me) but life doesn't always go the way you want it to. Luckily this year is going by fast. My updates may be farther apart, and I apologize for that, but as important as this story and you guys are to me, right now I have to concentrate on school. Thanks again for the reviews. One day I will start thanking you individually again. Just know that I read every single one, and after, if you are a member, I look at your profiles. I absolutely love you guys:) I also want to thank all the writers. I learn so much from reading what you write. Thanks!
"This is our last chance," Lorelai said looking at Rory. Lorelai had a black coat on that reached her hips. Her skirt was 'flowy' and her top was not visible, for the jacket covered it. One arm was intertwined with Rory's at the elbows and the other was holding her purse.
Lorelai and Rory were both standing in front of the large, threatening door, that seemed to tower over them.
"Do you think she'll notice us not showing up?" Rory asked her mom with a hopeful look in her eye. Her long black coat covered most of her outfit, but her red sweater was peeking out. Her delicate hands were place inside her coat's large pockets.
"You know, we could always go in, grab a martini, and then use one of the twelve escape routes," Lorelai said trying to lighten Rory's mood.
"What will we tell her when she realizes we aren't coming back?" Rory asked, turning her head to look at her mom.
"Well, we could always tell her we were abducted by aliens. It's a classic," Lorelai said, turning her head to look at Rory also.
"Haven't you used that one before though?" Rory asked remembering one of the many stories of her mothers escapes from society parties.
"Yes, seventh grade. It was the annual Gilmore Christmas shindig. I grabbed some apple tarts and ran right out of there," Lorelai recalled the past time. She smiled lovingly at her daughter, and Rory slightly smiled back. They both turned their heads back towards the door.
"You're late," Emily Gilmore said shocking Lorelai and Rory by her sudden appearance. "We have a guest today - you two know that - and yet you still refuse to actually show up on time," Emily said while holding the door ajar. She gave Lorelai disapproving look, and opened the door wider. "Give your coats to the maid, and quickly. We wouldn't want to keep Tristan waiting any longer than he already has." With that said, Emily started walking away.
"Where did she come from?" Rory whispered to her mother as they were both giving their coats to the maid. By the looks on their faces, you could tell they were still perplexed by Emily's sudden entrance.
"She will never cease to amaze me," Lorelai said. Both of their coats were off and handed to the maid. The maid walked one way, and Lorelai and Rory followed Emily's retreating figure.
"Girls," Richard Gilmore started, "It's so nice of you to join us."
"Hi, Dad," Lorelai said as she and Rory were walking in the room.
"Hello. Grandpa," Rory said. She walked over to Richard and kissed him on the cheek.
"Suck up," Lorelai whispered to Rory. They both sat down.
"Hey, I was not sucking up. He's my grandfather. It's what you're supposed to do when you see your grandpa," Rory whispered. "And anyway, who said that you can't go up and say hello to him. He's your father."
"Yes, but see they like you. That just isn't the case with me. If I went up and just pecked him on the cheek and gave him a hug, it would just be awkward and unnecessary."
"Girls, why are you always whispering to each other. This is a dinner and you haven't even said hello to your guest!" Emily said with her always present snobby tone.
Tristan stood up and said, "Hello, Lorelai. Hello, Rory."
"Hey Tristan," Lorelai said.
By the look on Rory's face, you could tell she was a bit nervous. Okay, maybe more than a bit, but who's counting?
"Um, hey Tristan," Rory said, surprised she could speak.
Tristan sat back down and there was a short, uncomfortable silence.
"Mrs. Gilmore, dinner is ready," the maid timidly said.
"Well, Greta, I can't see how it can be ready yet. I told you we are eating at 7:30. Can you not tell time?" Emily retorted.
"No I can tell time, Mrs. Gilmore, but the food is ready," Greta said.
"But it isn't seven thirty, yet."
"But the food is ready."
"Fine, we'll eat now. Then, in a few hours we'll be hungry again and half to eat because we ate dinner so early. Well, be retaining extra calories that we could have avoided by having dinner at the correct time, but you know who cares is we all gain unnecessary weight, right?"
"Okay," Greta said, and she walked away.
"Was that an 'okay, I'll make sure the food is kept warm' or an 'okay, the food is ready for you to eat'? I can never tell with that woman. As of tomorrow, she's fired."
"Mom, how about we just eat. I'm sure Tristan and Rory don't mind," Lorelai said, trying to diffuse the situation.
"Lorelai, it's not whether or not we mind eating early. It's about the fact that, that, that woman," Emily started clearly forgetting the maid's name.
"Greta, Mom. Her name's Greta," Lorelai finished for Emily.
"Greta, can't follow simple directions," Emily finished.
"Well, how about we just eat now, and then tomorrow, you can go ahead and fire her. You know, release your wrath on her, not us," Lorelai said.
"Seriously Lorelai, why can't you just learn how to behave. Especially when we have guests. I will never understand how you can just act like a two year old all the time," Emily said, looking at Lorelai. The 'tiff' about Greta seems to be forgotten.
"Well, Mother, you were the one who raised me," Lorelai said back.
"So now you're blaming this one me. Well, I never thought that you could find something else to blame on me," Emily said only focusing on Lorelai. Everyone else in the room had also been forgotten.
"I do not blame everything on you, Mom. You just like to think the world revolves around you. Now, I can fix that about you," Lorelai said. With that comment, she stood up and walked towards the dining room.
Emily huffed, but followed, along with Richard. Tristan and Rory were the only two left in the room.
"So, um, I guess we should follow them," Tristan stated uncomfortably while rubbing his left hand on the back of his neck. They were both standing, unsure of what to do next, or who to move first.
"Uh, yeah," Rory said. "Lets go." Despite her comment, no one moved.
"Rory, can I ask you something?" Tristan said seriously. His eyes were looking directly into Rory's deep blue eyes.
"Yeah, sure," Rory answered surprised by his seriousness.
"Would you, uh, would you, oh God. I never thought this could be so hard. Um, okay," Tristan stumbled.
"Just get it out Tristan. It can't be that hard to tell me," Rory said reassuringly.
"Okay," Tristan let out a breath. "Would you like to go out with me?"
"Oh," Rory said shocked. "Uh, when?"
"Um, I don't know. Anything that's okay with you is okay with me," Tristan said eager for an answer.
"Well, where would we be going?" Rory said. Oh no, that sounded like a yes. I hope he doesn't take it as a yes. I mean, it's not that I don't want to go, it's just that, well I didn't say yes. He's so hot.
"Anywhere. We can even go to Egypt if you want," Tristan said with excitement in his voice. He clearly didn't plan the whole date out, but Rory's questions about the date gave him some hope that she might accept.
"Egypt? Well, my mom usually likes me home around twelve, so Egypt might be a little far. Especially for a first date." Rory slightly laughed at his eagerness.
Feeling stupid, Tristan said, "Yeah, um, I didn't really plan on you asking so many questions."
Feeling more and more comfortable with the situation, Rory replied, "Don't worry about it. I think offering to go to Egypt is cute."
"So you think I'm cute," Tristan said with a slight smirk. Like Rory, he had also slipped into a more comfortable conversation.
"I didn't say you were cute, I said the idea was," Rory said smiling at him.
God, her eyes are just, wow. Every time she laughs or smiles, there's this sparkle.
"Well, thanks for the confidence boost. It's nice to know that a thought in someone's mind, usually represented by a light bulb, is cuter than I am," Tristan said smiling back.
"I'm sure your ego won't be too damaged. There's just so much of it. I'm surprised you don't fall over when you walk. You must have to keep it balanced somewhere."
"Yes, it's a skill I have acquired as my irresistibleness has grown."
"Ah, I see," Rory said. She was completely lost in his eyes.
"So, um, is that a yes or no?" Tristan asked.
"What?" Rory said confused.
"About the date. Don't tell me I have to ask you all over again," Tristan said. "Because I don't think I can handle that. It was hard enough the first time, I can't imagine-"
"Tristan," Rory said cutting him off mid-sentence.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"It's a yes."
I hope you liked it. :D I would have posted sooner, but I had midterms. Please review!