Okay, I am just going to try to answer everyone's questions. So here it goes. Her and Prince Harry are probably going to talk sometime during the fic…just so I can have some entertainment. There will be other royals in this fic (even if I have to make them up). Emily and Richard brag about her, but they aren't really close. However, Francine is the exact opposite of how she is in the show; they love each other a lot. Rory loves shopping, and yes, Chris is rich. Rory is like England's version of Giselle Bundchen (famous, beautiful, and exotic). Think of it that way.
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone! Technically, I own myself, but I won't get into that…
Now, on with the show!
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As Rory entered the house, she knew that her whole family was home.
'Mmmm…Tristan's coffee and Rochelle's chocolate meringue soufflé. That is why I love this family!'
"Lucy…I'm home!" She screeched.
"Lucy, little cuz is there something you wanna tell me, cause…oww!" Tristan yelled as Rory hit him over the head with her purse.
"Tristan Dugrey, don't you dare finish that sentence unless you want a 500 pound boot up your behind!"
"Your boot weighs 500 pounds?" He chuckled to himself.
"You've been in England long enough. You'd think you would lose your American sense of humor." She said humorously.
"Hey, am I going to have to pull you two apart?" Asked Chris. "'Cause seriously, you guys are getting kinda heavy, and I think I'd need some help." He joked.
"Excuse me. I am not heavy. I'll have you know I just lost ten pounds!" She shouted bitingly, all humor gone from her tone now. Ever since she became a model, the press had been criticizing her choices in food, and her weight had become a public issue.
"Ror, honey, you know I didn't mean that the way it sounded." He said tiredly. He loved his daughter to death, but he was getting tired of having these conversations. Whenever he thought of the stress that the weight issue put on her, he became extremely angry with the press.
"I know dad, it's just…well, you know." She said in a form of explanation.
"Yeah babe, I know." He said as he hugged her. "Well, how 'bout we sit down for our last official dinner as a group before my two favorite women leave for the states?"
"Sounds good," said Tristan. He had remained quiet for the father-daughter talk. He was relieved that Rory was going to get away for a while. Even though she was extremely well known in the U.S, the press did not follow her nearly as much as they did in London.
"Yeah daddy, let's go. Wait…does my nose deceive me or do I smell c-o-f-f-e-e?" She half-asked, half- screamed.
"Rory!" yelled both Christopher and Tristan at the same time, sounding overly exasperated.
"You'll never get me alive, unless you drug me, and even then I will die with coffee in my hands." She laughed as she ran towards the kitchen.
Both boys followed laughing hysterically.
"Don't tell her, but that is definitely something she gets from her mother." He said quietly.
"Well, I won't say anything if you don't." Tristan whispered just as quietly.
"Are you boys coming, or must Rory and I eat this delectable meal all by ourselves?" Questioned Rochelle.
"Like you could eat the entire meal by yourselves!" Tristan scoffed.
"Bleu, what do you say we teach them a lesson before we leave?" Rochelle asked with a smirk on her face.
Rory sat thinking. Could she really afford to gain extra weight? It was a constant struggle for her to have confidenceand relaxwhen pictures of her eating were front and center on every issue of The London Times.
'Screw it!' She thought. 'Maybe this whole moving process will be good. I'll finally be able to let loose and be myself.' She slowly looked up and gave her response.
"I'm always up for a challenge."
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As Rory's private jet landed, she looked around.
'God, you would think that they could take just one damn day off!' She thought while glancing to her side where at least 20 media reporters were awaiting her.
"Just pose for a few pictures and keep walking." Whispered Rochelle into her ear as they walked down the steps towards the ground.
"I wish they would just go away. I mean, how did they know we were here anyhow. I thought this location was going to remain a secret." She stated as she began to pause for the cameras. She gave a few smiles and waved to the hundreds of fans that had gathered.
Wherever she went, people would always follow. It amazed her at how they would know where she was at all hours of the night.
"I know you wanted to get away, but it is a wee bit impossible to just hide one of the Earth's most infamous supermodels." Rochelle stated gleefully, putting an emphasis on the last word.
The New York Times andAmerican Voguehad just dubbed Rory an "official" supermodel. This was a huge accomplishment, seeing as though Rory was only 17.
"Yeah, well, I would give up the title for a year if I knew that I could completely get away for just one day. No phone calls or e-mails or letters addressed to me about some event I have to be at or some fitting I have missed." She stated truthfully, as she got into the waiting car.
"You know, sometimes I try to think of what I would do if I wasn't a model, but I can never think like that. I can't get away from reality for two seconds without someone reminding me of what I do or who I am."
Rochelle didn't respond, but instead waited for the driver to take them to the mansion.
'This will be a most interesting vacation.' She thought with a smile.
She knew it would be hard, but maybe Rory could find someone here who understood her. Maybe she could find love. Maybe she could finally relax.
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As Rory stepped out of the mansion, she breathed in the fresh air. The great thing about America is that they were quick to catch on to the European trends. That is why instead of unpacking, she ran right off to find the first "Maggy's." She had no idea that Tristan had decided to open a store in the Hartford area, but she supposed that he probably didn't know either. Her father had a sneaky way of getting people to sign things that they didn't necessarily want to sign. She knew it was good for the business to open as many branches as possible, but Tristan hated having anything to do with Hartford since he left four years prior.
"I know I saw it around here somewhere." She mumbled as she walked through the streets incognito.
She didn't want the press to find out that she was already walking the streets. She knew that with her status being raised to "supermodel" instead of just "cover and runway model" that the photogs would be itching to get as many shots of her as possible.
She wore the only normal clothing she had, but she still looked slightly high fashion. People who watched her pass could tell that she was wealthy, but none of them knew that she was who she was. After all, she wore sunglasses over her face and had her hair down in curls (something she was not usually known to do). She had changed before she left the house in order to be less recognizable, and apparently, it was working.
'Hah…finally…the Promised Land!' She thought as she reached the coffee shop.
As she walked inside, a smile graced her features. The inside of the restaurant was similar to the layout of the one down the street from her London abode. The only difference was that there were pictures of herself, Tristan, and her dad on the walls. She figured it was because everyone knew who owned the chain of shops, and it helped to draw customers. As she ordered her coffee, she heard tidbits of many different conversations. One in particular interested her.
"So, are you telling me that Stephanie actually agreed to this?" Asked a blonde boy sitting by the window.
"Of course she did! I mean, why wouldn't she?" Asked a brunette boy with an Australian accent.
"Oh, I don't know Finn," asked a slightly shorter brunette with an arrogant tone, "the fact that she isn't speaking to us comes to mind."
"Oh boys. Don't you worry your pretty little heads! Steph isn't mad at us anymore." He stated with a smug look.
"What'd you do?" Said the two other boys in the exact same tone…fright with a hint of curiosity.
"Maybe, just maybe, I bribed her with two days of fun-filled shopping…using our credit cards." He stated gleefully.
Rory had to laugh at that as she accepted her coffee and took a seat. What kind of psycho would loan someone, most likely a girl someone, their credit card?
"What?" Demanded the other two boys. The blonde looked extremely upset and the brunette sat there in shock.
"Well mate, at least she's not mad about the papaya incident anymore." That earned him a smack upside the head from the blonde.
"Logan, Colin, Finny!" Yelled a blonde girl of about medium height as she entered the shop.
"Steph, I know you're mad about the whole fruit incident, but I'm begging you, don't misdirect your anger towards my wallet." Pleaded the blonde boy.
Rory chuckled at the look on his face. He seemed to be joking, but his expression remained serious. This Logan boy was pretty damn cute.
"Alright, fine! I'll just take two of Colin's cards then," she compromised, as the arrogant brunette boy looked scared.
"No, no, no, no, no! No, you will not!" Screeched the boy who must have been Colin.
"Yes she will, after all, throwing the papaya at the window was your idea!" Laughed Logan.
'Wow, a group of modern day Einsteins!' Thought Rory sarcastically as she threw away her cup and decided to listen to the rest of the conversation. After all, she had nothing to do until later tonight, and she wanted to get to know this group of friends for some odd reason.
"Oh shut up Huntzberger!" Yelled Colin "Well, as long as Steph is here, we might as well get to planning the party for next weekend." He said resigned.
Rory noticed Finn's eyes scanning the shop and immediately turned her face towards the door.
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As Steph, Colin, and Logan were discussing the amount of alcohol and the guest list for the boys' next party, Finn noticed a girl with brown hair, and an appealing look, sitting a few feet away and staring into space.
'Interesting. If only she were a red head.' Finn thought. 'Well, maybe Colin would like her.' Either way, Finn began to make his way over to the gorgeous girl.
"Excuse me mates." Finn said as he walked towards Rory. "Hello little Sheila, I was just wondering what a lovely lady like yourself was doing sitting alone in a coffee shop. Are you perhaps waiting for the man in your life?" He asked charmingly as he glanced at her left ring finger.
"No, I am not, and I'm not married, so you can stop looking for a ring now." She spat as she looked at the young man.
He was rich, that much was obvious, and it was enough for Rory to dislike him. Tristan had told her stories of the Hartford Elite. They were worse than royalty because they felt entitled to things but didn't hide it like royalty tended to do. Rory knew just by looking at him that he was similar to her last boyfriend. He was a party boy and he loved attention.
"I like you. You're feisty, and English. Come meet my friends!" Before she could object, Finn was pulling her over to his table.
"Attention everyone! This is…this is…I'm sorry darling, but this is where you say you name." Finn said staring at Rory. He felt like he knew her for some reason.
"Hello," said Rory with an air of confidence, "I'm Rory Hayden."
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Stephanie Vanderbilt, Logan Huntzberger, Colin McCrae, and Finn Morgan made it a point to know everyone and everything that was worthy of knowing. They had always prided themselves on being the most popular and most wealthy group of friends in Hartford. So imagine their surprise when they find out that England's most notorious model was standing before them.
"Uhh…I'm sorry, but you did you…did you just say that you are Rory Hayden?" Asked a flabbergasted Stephanie.
Rory knew it was time to face the music, so she took off her sunglasses and placed them in her purse. She looked up, and right then, she decided that she was going to make her presence known to these socialites.
"Yes, I did, and I'm terribly sorry, but could you three boys please close you mouths? You are really starting to unnerve me." Rory stated with a smug confidence.
Once the boys realized she was speaking to them, they immediately closed their mouths and tried to think of something, anything, to say. Colin was the first to find his voice.
"Well, Ms. Hayden, I'm sorry we just…didn't expect to run into you." He said as he glared at Finn. "Please excuse us, would you like a seat…perhaps?"
Rory had to laugh aloud at the look of awe on the girl's and boys' faces.
"Actually, I must be going. I really shouldn't have stayed out this long." Said Rory as she looked at the clock and realized it had been over an hour since she left the house. Although she didn't necessarily have to leave, she didn't want to stay out for too long. She knew there were photographers looking for her.
"Well did you…I mean we have… I mean, would you like a ride?" Asked Finn nervously.
"No, it's fine thanks." She said smiling.
'At least they're not complete jerks.' She thought as she turned to leave.
"Will we see you around?" asked Logan. Up until then it seemed as though he had been in some sort of trance.
She turned back around, and said with a wink, "I guess you'll have to wait and see."
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I am so glad that people like it when Rory and Lorelai aren't BFF'S. I think they will get close in the fic, but I'm not sure if I wanna make them freakishly linked. I also hope that everyone has figured out that Rochelle and Chris might get together. I swear the next chapter will be full of Rogan talk and interaction! In the meantime, review! Pretty, pretty, pretty please! I don't like to beg, but pleeeasssseeeee!
