Wondering all day about Simon, the random blonde boy from out of town who decides to stop for a visit, Rory needs to vent. Paris would be the last option, refering to what happened yesterday afternoon. Of course, one of the perfect people to talk to would be no other; her mother.
"Hello?"
"Yes, Grandma?"
"Oh, Rory! I had no idea you even had time to call. You must be terribly busy these days."
"I'm finished with most of my studying." Rory took a spot on her Grandmother's dontated sofa in the Common Room.
"That's splendid! By the way, I'm throwing you a party."
"A party? Wow, thanks, but for what?"
"It's a coming out party." Grandma helped Richard fix his tie. "Since, you're graduating and all, people need to regconize you. They need to see you walk down the street ad say, 'Whoa, that's Rory Gilmore. She went to Yale.' "
"Thank you, Grandma, but who is coming that doesn't already know this information? We live in a pretty small town."
"Oh I know, but don't be fun-spoiler!"
"Sorry, just saying."
"So invite your little girl friends and whoever I...might-not-mention."
"Grandma!"
Lorelai heard that last part.
"Oooh, Rory! Lemme talk."
Emily handed over the phone.
"Hey!"
"Hi, Mom. What's Grandma doing there?"
"Oh, just dropping of some borrowed tupperware. Soooo, how's end of the year stuff doing?"
"Sort of weird. That's actually why I called."
"Oooh, like a mystery?"
"Yeah, like a mystery. This strange guy showed up at our door, looking for one of our friends."
"So who else was there?"
"What?"
"You said 'our', so I asumed-,"
"Oh, Paris. She's mad at me because I won't let her lie to this guy so she can get a date."
"Rory...are you jealous?"
"Please! He was just looking for Jenna, and didn't notice either of us."
"Rory's got a crush!"
"Mom!"
"Fine, then. Well, did he leave anything?"
"Lemme go check..."
A minute later
"Whoa, Mom! He left his wallet!"
"I must be gaining psychic abilities." Lorelai laughed.
"This just made a huge difference. I gotta go."
"Aw, I'll miss you, Rory."
"Bye, Mom." Rory giggled.
Before Rory did anything with the wallet, she knew it would be the right thing if she told Paris first.
Before she could speak, Paris walked into the Common Room, with a water bottle in hand.
"Paris, look at this."
"What do you want?"
"Just look, please."
Rory handed the wallet to Paris, who finally gasped.
"Oh my God."
Thirty minutes later they figured out his name was Simon Camden (agian), that he was a natural blonde, he was 21 years old, atteneded a college in a different state, had a MasterCard, and exactly $15.87 in cash and change. He also had six pictures. They guessed that the fist one (Lucy) was his girlfriend, (Mary and Ruthie) were his sisters, (Eric and Annie) were his parents, (Sam and David) were his brothers, (Matt) was a friend, and there was pictures shoved into a pocket. It was a blondie (Cecilia).
Oh, and his phone number happened to be (521) 677-5529.
