Okay, I am a little worried about this chapter. I know it is gonna be kinda boring, but I think it is necessary to show the importance of some other characters to the story.
Disclaimer: As always, I own nothing, and I am still depressed!
On with the story!
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" So what were you thinking?" Chris asked Rory. He was so relieved that Rory had decided to go. At this point, he thought he would just have to give in to a few unreasonable requests, and she would be glad to stay in Connecticut.
"Well, I supposed that since I'll have no one there to talk to except for the mom that abandoned me, that maybe I could take the one that didn't with me to Hartford?" She questioned hopefully. She knew how much her dad wanted her to interact with her mom, but she wasn't ready. Not just yet.
"Ror, first off, your mom didn't abandon you. She and I agreed a long time ago that it was in your best interest to move to London. Secondly, are you talking about who I think you are talking about?"
"Dad, why not? Rochelle is my best friend, and she helped you raise me. I need someone familiar to take with me so I won't feel alone. Please?"
Rory knew that she was asking a lot out of her dad. Even though he wouldn't admit it, Rochelle meant a lot to him. She was the supportive shoulder and the mother figure to Rory. She had never left his side since the day she signed Rory. He depended on her for advice on everything from the law business to who Rory should be allowed to date.
"Rory, I just…I mean…she has other clients. What if she can't make it?"
"Dad, we both know Chelle would drop anything to help us out. She loves us. Are you sure you just don't want to spare her?" Rory asked teasingly. Chris had loved Rory's manager since the day he layed eyes on her. They had known each other for 13 years, and still, neither one had made a single move. Sure they went out to lunch and to the movies, but they always discussed Rory's career or took her with them.
"And just what is that supposed to mean Lorelai?" He questioned startled.
"Daddy, you know I hate it when you call me that." She said with a wince. She greatly disliked being associated with her mother. When reporters or other strangers asked her about her family life, she would just toss her hair back and laugh. That was one thing she was excellent at. Her quick wit as well as her charm really came in handy during those moments.
"Well, Lorelai, I suggest you answer my question or else I will continue to refer to you by your given name." He stated with a wide smirk.
"I just meant that it seems to me that you don't wanna spare Chelle. I mean who would. She is adorable, intelligent, and French! What more could a guy ask for in a wife…I mean friend." She laughed as he looked a little shell shocked. Her dad had always been afraid of commitment. He was one of the most notorious bachelors in Europe, but he still refused to date anyone seriously.
After his initial surprise, Chris responded.
"Rory, you know I don't think of Chelle- I mean Rochelle that way. She is a friend and a greatmanager but nothing more."
"Dad, I'm not naïve. I know you wanna believe that I'm innocent, but I'm a big girl. I see things, and when you and Chelle look at each other…I see a guy who seriously wants to get some ass and a girl who wants to give it up."
"Oh, God Ror! Please, please, don't ever talk about my feelings for women like that ever again. I'm beggin' you!"
"Well, how about a deal? I promise I won't make any more references to these feelings you seem to have for Chelle, as long as you ask her to come with me to Hartford."
"Hey, why do I have to ask her?"
"That's quite simple daddy. I have a shoot for Shout, and I need my Irish coffee!" She exclaimed loudly.
"I'm sorry, come again?" He inquired puzzled.
"Shout…as in the magazine. Come on Daddy! You were the one who suggested I do it! Yeesh. You would think that a father would pay attention to his only daughter!"
"That he knows of." Responded Rochelle as she entered the room.
"Hey Rochelle." said Chris and Rory simultaneously.
"Hey Bleu Layette. Hello Chris." Rochelle said as she glanced between the two. "Are you hiding something from me Bleu?" She questioned suspiciously.
Rory grinned. She loved it when Rochelle used the nickname "Bleu Layette" or "baby blue." It reminded her of the first time they met in Hyde Park, and Rochelle ran straight into Chris. She had glanced down at Rory, and immediately began calling her Baby blue because of her eyes and her aura. At that age, Rory was shy and depressed most of the time. Rochelle told Rory that she had beautiful blue eyes and that she could be the next Twiggy, except not that"disgustingly" skinny. Rory had taken a liking to the woman right away. She eventually became the little girl's confidant and helped her through everything. Rochelle gossiped with Rory about her first crush, gave fashion advice for her first date, and wallowed with her after her first break-up.
Rory stared at the woman whom she considered a mother and could see what her father and other men saw in her. She was around 29 and had deep brown hair with beautiful green eyes. Her skin was a sun kissed brown, which amazed Rory since she had grown up in Paris and moved immediately to London after university. How do you get tanned skin when you have lived in two of the cities with the worst weather in the EU?
"Bleu, are you okay?" she said with her heavy French accent.
"Yeah. I was just going to say that…uhm…dad wants to tell you something. Must be off! I don't wanna be late for the shoot, and I really need that coffee." She hugged both adults and yelled a quick "Love ya" before she high-tailed it out of the house.
"Chris, is it just me or has she been acting strange lately?" She questioned with a look of confusion etched on her face.
"Yah…uhh…listen Chelle-I mean Rochelle," but Rochelle cut him off right there.
"Christopher Hayden! First off, we have known each other long enough for you to call me Chelle. Hell, we have known each other long enough for you to start calling me "babe" or "chick" like the Americans on la televis- I mean the tele. Secondly, you have never been nervous talking to me. What is going on?"
"Fine Chelle," he stated smiling and putting an emphasis on the nickname, "I just wanted to ask a favor of you. Well, actually, Rory wanted me to ask a favor of you."
"Well, go ahead obstiné." She pushed loudly as she walked through the house and into the kitchen .
Chris smiled at the term of affection. When they had first met, Chris had been weary about putting Rory in the spotlight, no matter how much Rory said she wanted to be a model. Ever since then Rochelle had dubbed him "obstiné" or "strong-willed." He also had to smile at the way she breezed through the house; she was comfortable there, good to know.
'That woman never ceases to amaze me." He thought as she walked out with two rather large cups of tea and a platter full of lady fingers.
"Well, come on! Spill it !" He laughed.
"Oh, and you always say that I'm the impatient one."
"I swear if you don't tell me what's going on…" However, Chris managed to cut her off.
"Rory wants you to go to the states with her. Permanently…or at least until the media frenzy from the relationship dies down." He said quickly and nervously.
A smiled curved her lips as she gently placed the food on the table and sat down. She look up with tears in her eyes as she thought about the memories they had shared and asked, "Well, what about your business? What about her career?"
"Well, I will stay here. That is sorta why she…why we… need you, and as for her career, we hoped that you could possibly get her some shows and covers in the Hartford area?"
"I would love to!" She exclaimed as she jumped up, threw her arms around Chris' neck, and kissed him on the cheek. As soon as she drew back, she noticed Chris' eyes had clouded over.
"Chris, Christopher!" She yelled waving her hand in front of his face.
"Huh…ohh…yeah. Well, shall we?" He said as he motioned to the tea and cookies.
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While Chris and Rochelle were discussing the details of the move, Rory was rushing to get to the coffee shop down the street. As she ran to the door, she saw the "closed" sign.
'Uhhh…I so do not need this right now!' She thought angrily as she pounded on the glass.
"Let me in Tristan or I swear I will scream bloody murder!"
"I'm coming…hold your horses you maniac. Yeesh Ror! Here is your damn coffee."
"Tris, you are the best cousin ever! I swear, one of these days, I'll make this up to you." She said between gulps of her favorite Irish coffee.
"Well, ya know, you could introduce me to one of your model friends."
"Ha! Remember what happened when you met Claudia?" She looked spiteful, but Tristan could see through it.
"What ever are you speaking of my dear cousin?"
"Oh don't act so nonchalant Tristan. I brought her here to show her how you had run from high society and opened up a chain of these shops, and you just had to ruin it by taking her upstairs to "explain" your horrible life circumstances. You know, she had such a huge hangover that she had to drop out of the Armani show in Milan the next day."
"Yes, I recall that. However, I believe because of my pathetic self you not only managed to replace her, but you also got noticed by Chanel." When Rory tried to interrupt, he just shushed her. "And I also believe that you managed to get a multi-million dollar account out of the great people of Chanel. Or was I mistaken?"
"You know what Tristan, you can shove it."
"Oh well, a great comeback from a great mind." He teased.
"Oh shut your mouth!" She said as she gulped down her drink. "Well, darling cousin, I must be going. Thank you for the coffee, and I'll see you when I get back!" Rory exclaimed trying to make a quick getaway.
"Hold on, little cousin, what do you mean 'when you get back'? Where are you going? I thought you weren't doing the Pucci show because you wanted to do the cover for Italian Vogue?" He rambled as he thought back to a few days ago when they had last spoken.
"Well, actually, I decided to go to Hartford." She mumbled.
"I'm sorry…what happened to my little cousin? Because I know that after all of the stories I've told you about Hartford and the old-money world, that you wouldn't actually run to Connecticut."
"Tris…I need some time away. Ever since the whole 'you dated the prince' thing, the press has been on my back non-stop. Plus, Dad wants me to get to know my mother." She spit as though it left a bad taste in her mouth.
"Rory…" Tristan didn't know what to say. He knew how Rory felt. His parents had ignored him his entire life That is why him and Rory became such good friends. They met at a family dinner at the Hayden's when Rory was just 2. (Chris's older sister had Tristan around a year or two before Rory was born.) They instantly became friends at that dinner, and ever since, Tristan had been clued in to every part of Rory's life and likewise. When he wanted to get away from high society, Chris and Rory sent him a plane ticket and gave him a place to stay. He was 15 and scared, but they all helped each other. Chris helped Tristan start a coffee business, and before he knew it, he was one of the richest men in the world. His chain rivaled Starbuck's with the number of locations, and peoplegaped at him wherever he went. In return, Tristan insisted on hiring and paying Chris's firm to represent his company. They had all grown quite close. Yes, it seemed that Tristan, Rory, Chris, and Rochelle were just about the most wealthy and most strange family in the U.K.
"Tris, I really have to go. You wouldn't want me to get kicked off of a job now, would you?" She joked.
"Of course not! That would be awful." He said as the conversation turned light again.
"Toodles!" She said as she ran down the street to make it to the shoot.
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I wanted to end it here, but I had an idea, so I have decided to keep going! Read on!
Rory Hayden knew that she wasn't your typical fashion model. She always enjoyed walking in the rain, especially in London. She would walk to her fashion shoots and just study the people she saw. When some of them saw her, she could almost feel their shock. Some of the men would look at her in a way that made her feel…well...cheap. She had always been considered high class. Although, when she posed for the cover of Maxim a few months ago, many people felt as though she had lost the "high-fashion" in her. She had proved them wrong. Two weeks after the magazine was on the stands, Versace had called her to be the face for their Winter line.
'Oh well,' Rory thought, 'now it's all over.'
Wih that, she let out a huge sigh. She knew that she was putting too much pressure on herself, but she was doing what she had always wanted. This was her dream, and she was achieving it. The only thing that could make her happier would be if she could continue at this pace. However, she knew her dad was right. Until the press settled down, she wouldn't be able to go out for coffee without the paparazzi snapping at least a dozen pictures of her. As Rory reached the set, the director practically jumped her.
"Rory darling! How are you this evening?"
'Does he have to suck up this early in the afternoon? Goodness, you would think I was the queen the way he talks to me. Which reminds me…I must call her later.'
"Johanne darling, so good to see you. Well, I must be getting ready, what theme are we going for today?"
"Oh, you know. It's the same old thing: high society meets the Spice Girls." He said tiredly.
'Maybe it's good I'm getting out of England for a while." Rory thought. "It'll give them time to come up with some new ideas instead of the same old theme for every cover."
Rory walked into her trailer and said hello to her new make-up artists. It was interesting. She could keep the same manager for 13 years, but she couldn't for the life of her stay with the same hair and make-up people for more than a week.
'It'll be a long day.' She though as she threw out her coffee cup and began prepping for the photo shoot.
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Yup, that's right, Tristan is her cousin. That is only because I couldn't handle both Tristan and Logan in the same story both vying for Rory's love…I would cry! So, yes LHTDfan, Katlyn, Lisa, Justine260, Rory Huntzberger, Lkahead, and Life is Confusing, you are all right. It is going to be a Rogan.
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