Okay, so this chapter starts off with the missing pieces from the last chapter, but there is some new stuff in here too. Thank you all SO much for the positive feedback; I am so glad that you guys like it. Also, I am looking for a beta for one of the other Rogan stories I'm working on, so let me know if you are interested!
Disclaimer: If I owned any bit of GG, I would be on the set stealing all of the pretty outfits, and since I don't have them, then I obviously don't own anything. Poor me!
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Chris was jaded. His two favorite girls were in Connecticut, and he decided to drown his sorrows in a bottle of vodka. However, just as the container touched his lips, a ringing noise sounded throughout the house.
He grumpily made his way towards the phone and glanced at the Caller I.D. Noticing that the call was coming from Connecticut, he answered.
"'Lo?" He questioned.
"Obstiné…it is Chelle." Stated a familiar female voice.
"Hey Chelle, what's going on?" Asked an upset Chris. He had rarely spoken to Rochelle in the past few days. Every time he had tried to call her, her phone was busy or off. Even when he called the house, she refused to come to the phone.
"Chris, I wanted to tell you something. I just…I don't know how to say it." She said confused.
"Well Chelle, I believe it was you who told me that I could tell you everything, and I also believe that it works the other way around. Now, spill it." He said imitating her voice from their conversation in London.
Rochelle took more and more deep breaths. This was tougher than she thought it would be.
"I…I think I might have…I mean, I think I love you!" She blurted out loudly.
As the line went silent, Rochelle decided it wasn't worth it. She slowly hung up the phone and went back toher movie.
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"What's up Uncle Chris?" Tristan asked as he followed his favorite Uncle through the house. He was pacing nervously and seemed to be deep in thought.
"What would you say if I told you that I love Rochelle?" He inquired anxiously.
Tristan laughed. 'So that's what this is all about.' He thought with a hidden smirk.
"I would say that it's about damn time that you realized it." He answered.
"What? I mean…you knew! Why wouldn't you tell me?" He yelled impatiently.
Tristan laughed out loud at this. "Come on Uncle C! We both know that you would've denied it. I mean every time Rory pointed it out…" He trailed off.
Chris turned around in shock and began shouting. "Are you telling me that Rory knew?"
"Uncle C, dude, calm down. Yeah, Rory and I both knew. Hell, the entire block knew." He said now more serious about the matter. "Look, if it's Rory you're worried about then don't be. She loves Chelle. She even made it her mission to get you two together." He added.
Chris sighed. He had no clue what he was supposed to do. By the time he had been able to process what Rochelle said, she had hung up. He then came to a decision; he was going to get his girl.
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Rochelle was headed upstairs when she heard a loud and consistent knocking. She turned around with a groan and was stunned at what she found when she opened the door. There, standing in front of her, was the love of her life. After what seemed like a lifetime, someone spoke.
"I'm gonna go check out the house." Said Tristan who had been ignored during Chris and Rochelle's small staring contest.
As he walked away, Rochelle led Chris into the living room. They sat there quietly untilone of themdecided to break the ice.
"A franc for your thoughts." Rochelle uttered quietly.
Chris broke free from his reverie and decided to play along.
"In America they'd bring only a penny, and, huh, I guess that's about all they're worth." He replied with a slight smile. He knew of Rochelle's obsession with the movie, and he was hoping to express some of his feelings through someone else's words.
"Well, I'm willing to be overcharged. Tell me." She said with a grin; he remembered.
"Well, I was wondering…" Chris said as the two began to move closer together.
"Yes?" Rochelle questioned as she placed her hands on Chris's chest and he began to play with her hair.
"Why I'm so lucky. Why I should find you waiting for me to come along." Chris stated seriously.
"Why there is no other man in my life?" Rochelle replied looking into his eyes.
"Uh-huh." He replied nervously.
Rochelle began to run her fingers through Chris's hair when she decided to say what was on her mind.
"That's easy: I love you too much." She whispered cautiously. With that, Chris grinned and pulled her even closer too him.
"And here I thought we could make it through the whole scene." He said breathlessly.
"Too bad." She answered.
"Yeah…too bad." Chris replied as he crushed his mouth to hers, their bodies melding together.
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After about twenty minutes of trying to separate Rochelle and Chris, Tristan gave up. He decided to brew some coffee when he heard a car pull up to the house. As he looked through one of the kitchen's rather large windows, he saw Rory and a blonde boy make their way to the door.
'Let's give them a proper greeting.' Tristan thought with a smirk as he headed towards the door.
'3...2...1' He thought before he swung open the door to reveal Rory in a full-blown make-out session with the Huntzberger kid.
"You're here for one week and you already have a boyfriend! Damn Ror, you work fast." Tristan teased.
"Tristan Dugrey, what the hell are you doing here!" Rory screamed.
"I came to check on my little cousin, and it was a good thing too. It seems like you were being attacked by a Huntzberger." Tristan stated amused by the situation.
They talked for a while longer before Tristan led Rory- and apparently Logan- into the living room to show Rory what Chris had been up to. Once there, Rory took in the sight and decided to speak up.
"Dad! Let go of Rochelle's ass and tell me what the hell you are doing here!" She yelled.
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Hey Ror, I…uhh…" Chris fumbled trying to form an explanation.
"He said he loves me!" Rochelle yelled while beaming.
Rory looked from her dad to Rochelle, and when she received a nod of acknowledgement from her father, she burst.
"Oh my Goodness!" She shrieked as she ran over to Rochelle and hugged her. "You both finally came to your senses!" She screamed as she embraced her father.
She was ecstatic. Chris and Rochelle were finally together and in the same place, Tristan was here, and she and Logan were working towards something good.
"I'm so happy for you." She whispered to her father. "You deserve it."
"So do you." Chris smiled before nodding towards Logan.
Logan and Tristan had both been silent until now.
"Daddy, this is Logan Huntzberger. Logan this is my father, Christopher Hayden." Rory introduced the two in a perfect social manner. Her grandmother would be proud of her if she knew.
"Speaking of your Grandmother," Chris said with laughter (referring to her tone), "she's throwing a 'Welcome to Yale' Party for you on Friday. It is expected that the entire family attends and looks proper. Also, it would be wise of you to bring an escort." He said in a voice that reminded everyone of Francine Hayden.
Rory giggled and agreed to go. She then pulled Logan towards the door and outside.
"What's a matter your highness, trying to get rid of me?" He questioned playfully.
She hit his shoulder before replying. "Nope, but I want to make sure you get enough rest. After all, how can you show me around the campus tomorrow if you're asleep?" She questioned with a snicker.
Logan groaned, but Rory knew he would not say no.
"Come now, am I really that bad of company?" She questioned with a pout.
Logan finally gave in and tried to ask her for a favor before he lost his nerve.
"Hey Rory…umm...I sort of need your help with something." He stated softly.
Rory nodded as he continued.
"Well, you see, my dad just bought a magazine, and he wanted a model for the cover of his first official issue. I was wondering if you could do it?" He asked hopefully.
Rory reviewed what Logan had just said in her mind. He wanted her to do a cover…as a favor to him. Was that all he wanted from her? He just wanted her to do a cover and then he could forget all about her? She was now wound up.
Logan saw this and spoke quickly. "I mean, if you don't wanna do it, that's fine. I just was hoping. No, it doesn't matter. Let's just forget it, okay?" He asked optimistically. He didn't want her to think thathe was using her. He liked her more than he liked any other girl, and he was willing to prove it.
"No." She stated firmly.
"What?" Logan said as he looked into her eyes. He couldn't read what she was feeling, and truth be told, that scared him.
"No. We can't just forget it." She said with just as much force. "You obviously want me to do it, so…" She trailed off unsure of what to say.
Logan opened his mouth to try to rectify the situation, but Rory cut him off.
"I'll…I'll think about it, okay?" She inquired.
"It is better than okay, your highness." He grinned as he pulled her to him and began to kiss her fiercely. "It is way better than okay."
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I'll stop it here. Don't worry, I have more coming. The Lorelai, Emily, and Richard appearances are all coming up. In the meantime, thanks for reading and please let me know what you think (I need my reviews, they keep me and my stories alive)! Oh, by the way, the italics are lines I borrowed from "Casablanca," which I don't own.
