Hey, sorry it took so long. This might be my last update for about a week (I'm thinking over how I want the story to progress). Oh, well, who knows? Anywho, thanks SOOO much for reviewing! You all rock my socks and that's an accomplishment!
Cancan227- She'll probably introduce them sometime in the next three or four chapters. I haven't really decided yet.
Lilrabbitangel14- Sorry if you're a huge Lorelai fan. I promise they'll make up, but I need some time to figure out when.
Mrmp- You want drama, I'll deliver. You'll have to give me a chapter or two, but I'll do it.
Lollo-I promise I'll write about it. As a matter of fact, that might be where the drama ensues! Ooh…I just had an idea! I can't tell you what it is, but it'll be good!
SpeedRacer15- Oooh…kitty! I am kinda scared of some kitties 'cause I could swear one wanted to eat me, but that's another story for another time…
Disclaimer: Don't own nothing, no I don't. I won't cry; oh no I won't.
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The next day, Rory and Tristan stepped into the Hartford Mall, much to the chagrin of the security guards. The pair wanted to spend some time together before Tristan eventually had to go back to running his business. They were headed to the food court when Rory saw a familiar blonde standing in front of a closed Saks Fifth Avenue.
"Tris, do you mind if we go say hi?" Rory asked pointing in the direction of the store. Tristan sighed dramatically before nodding.
"Fine, but now you owe me food," he said with a smirk. Rory, however, ignored him and made her way towards the girl.
"Stephanie?" Rory asked the girl standing in front of the store.
"Yeah," she declared shakily. She still wasn't used to turning around and finding a supermodel there. "I mean…hi. I…umm… heard about you and Logan, congrats. I'm happy for the both of you," she stated awkwardly.
"Hello…well, thank you. I know that Logan values you opinion," Rory said with a small smile.
"How sweet. But you know what, as much as I'd love to listen to this chat that I'm sure will change the course of world events, I'm on a schedule. So could you just call Mr. Jackass and get him to open this stupid store?" An impatient blond questioned Stephanie. She was a little shorter than Rory and wore a scowl on her face.
"Par, for the last time, don't insult my boyfriend." Stephanie said tiredly as she rolled her eyes. "Ms. Hayd-, I mean, Rory," Stephanie corrected, "this is my step sister Paris Gellar. Par this is Rory Hayden and-" she was about to continue when a rude voice cut her off.
"Tristan DuGrey, head of Maggy's coffee shops around the world and slut magnet extraordinaire." Paris completed for her step sister.
Tristan looked surprised, and Rory smiled with amusement. No one had ever spoken to Tristan like that, except for Rory and Rochelle of course. As he stood gaping, Rory pretended to bow down before Paris.
"You must teach me that. I mean, it's incredible!" She shouted with fake amazement. "Hell must be freezing over; he actually shut his mouth," She continued.
Tristan glared at Rory before directing the conversation in a different direction. "Did you lovely ladies need to get into this store?" He inquired with a charming grin.
Stephanie smiled back while Paris glowered at him. Tristan's grin faltered and he opened his mouth to speak, but Rory beat him to it.
"Serves you right for trying to charm them Tris. She," Rory said pointing at Paris, "obviously hates your guts, and Stephanie apparently has a boyfriend."
Tristan stared at Rory as if to say 'like that matters' when Stephanie spoke.
"Well, we do actually need to get inside. That's why I should probably call Colin, he can just talk to the owner," She explained as she sent a look of annoyance at Paris.
"Oh please, McCrea couldn't get them to open the store even if he did attempt it. He's a no good, worthless-" Paris started, but this time, she was cut off.
"McCrea. I remember that kid. He was a jackass," Tristan said glancing at Paris who simply stared back.
"There's that Hartford politeness I've heard so much about," Rory said sarcastically. "Any who, we actually had the store closed down for a private fitting in…well in 8 minutes. Would you like to come in with us?" Rory questioned politely.
Stephanie looked surprised before agreeing.
"Alrighty then, we're off to see the Wizard!" Rory shouted which resulted in strange looks from passersby and those who surrounded her.
"I knew giving you that collection of classics was a bad idea." Tristan grumbled.
"Don't tell me you're innocent. Because it insults my intelligence and makes me very angry," Rory replied in a horrible Italian accent as she banged on the door to Saks.
Tristan turned to the two other girls and spoke with a laugh. "See this. This is why people avoid family reunions."
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Rory and Stephanie headed to the fitting rooms right away. Both of them had new outfits to buy for the party. Rory looked over and saw Stephanie admiring a dress. It was a full-length white gown with a diamond ribbon just below the halter-fitted top.
"What kind of dresses are we looking for exactly?" Rory questioned Stephanie. Both of the girls wanted to find outfits for the LDB party, and Rory also wanted to find some outfits for upcoming events (especially the dinner with the Gilmores).
Stephanie giggled before turning to Rory. "The theme is 'Winter Paradise'."
Rory looked at her strangely. "But it's fall."
"You know that, and I know that, but I think the concept is lost on the boys'." Stephanie said with a shrug.
Rory nodded before spotting the perfect attire. It was a full length white gown that hugged the body just right. The fitted bodice was nothing compared to the skirt of the dress which seemed to add a fashionable flare. This was definitely the perfect dress.
"You should get that," Stephanie said from behind Rory. "It'll look good on you."
Rory turned around and smiled at the blonde. "Thanks."
The girls sat in awkward silence for a few moments until they heard Paris screeching at Tristan.
"There's my sis for ya, always debating." Stephanie stated with a snort.
"Oh please, you think she's bad, you should hear Tristan." Rory replied.
"No way is he worse. Paris thinks that she's going to be the next Marie Curie. She insists that she will cure the sick, even if she's afraid of blood." Stephanie explained.
Both of them concurrently burst into a fit of giggles. They began to share stories of their families and discovered they had much in common. Both girls had crummy relationships with their mothers and great ones with their dads. Rory explained the situation between herself, Rochelle, her dad, and Tristan while Stephanie explained her relationships with Logan, Colin, and Finn. They bonded over their mutual love of fashion, and soon the girls were joking like old friends.
"So, what's the verdict?" Stephanie questioned as she stepped out of the fitting room and collected her things.
They had tried on several outfits, but each one knew which outfit they looked best in.
Rory pretended to look thoughtful for a moment before speaking.
"The first one," she said with a large grin. "It looked incredible on you."
Stephanie blushed and returned the compliment before the two headed back towards the register.
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While the girls were bonding, Tristan sat across from Paris (who was openly glaring daggers at him).
"Why don't you like me?" Tristan questioned curiously.
"Oh, I don't know," She said mockingly. "The terms jerk, pig, arrogant, asshole, chauvinist, defiler-"
"Defiler?"
"Yes, defiler. Do you have any idea how much your coffee chain contributes to pollution? Those stupid Styrofoam cups are harmful to the environment!" Paris screamed
"Are you kidding me? I'll have you know that for every cup I sell, 30 percent of the profit goes to the Save the Rainforest Fund!" Tristan shouted matching the girl's tone.
"Wow! 30 whole percent! Sting and Ed Norton, move outta the way! Tristan Dugrey's giving 30 whole percent of what…$3.00 to charity!"
"Are you always this annoying, or is it something you picked up?" Tristan yelled.
"Oh, what a way to switch the subject DuGrey. You should run for President!"
"Oh, don't tell me! Not only are you annoying, but you're also a Democrat?" Tristan questioned with disgust.
"Oh, don't tell me you're a Republican! How can you support such a crooked party? Oh, that's right, I forgot. You're a defiler!"
"Don't insult my party, and for the last time, I'm not a defiler!"
"Prove it!" Paris yelled not even noticing the manager of the store looking on in shock.
"Fine!" Tristan bellowed as he stood.
"What do you mean, 'fine'?" Paris asked in a loud voice as she also rose.
"I mean, fine. You want proof, you got it. Come by the U.S headquarters in New York, and I'll prove that my company has never defiled anything!" He said angrily.
"New York! I'm sorry, you expect me to fly to New York just to see your stupid headquarters?" Paris inquired heatedly.
"Fine, I'll pick you up, and we'll take the jet!"
"Oh, and pollute the Earth even more?" Paris asked.
"Would you give it a rest? I'll be at your house at 4:30 sharp tomorrow!" Tristan hollered.
"In the afternoon? I have school shopping to do!"
"In the morning then!"
"Fine!" Paris replied.
"Wear something appropriate!"
"Oh, as if you need to tell me that! I'm not one of your whores!"
"Yeah because my whores keep their mouths shut!" Tristan yelled impatiently.
"Oh yeah, I completely forgot that I was speaking to King Tristan! You are the kind of scum that gives the corporate world a bad name! You're always off with some leggy supermodel that doesn't have an ounce of brains in her, but why would she? That's all you men want anyway. A girl to keep her mouth shut!"
"That's not what I want!"
"Sure."
Tristan did the first thing he could think to do. He grabbed Paris by the waist and kissed her fiercely. Paris wrapped one arm around his neck and left the other on his chest while Tristan's hands remained firmly on her hips. He finally pulled back a few minutes later much to Paris's displeasure.
"4:30 sharp!" He yelled adapting his former demeanor.
"Fine!" Paris yelled passionately.
"Fine!" Tristan replied as he made his way out of the store. Meanwhile, Stephanie and Rory stood shocked at what they had just witnessed.
"I'm sorry, did we miss something?" Stephanie asked in awe.
"I believe Marie has found her Pierre," Rory stated with a snicker.
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As she lay in her bed, Rory reviewed the day's events. Tristan had left the store early, so she had to ride home with Stephanie and Paris (who had a small smile on for the rest of the day). When she had arrived home, Rory found Rochelle and her Dad making out while preparing dinner (which initially made her cringe), and Tristan on the phone with his private pilot telling him to make sure that the jet was in top shape. The family bugged him for the rest of dinner making kissing noises and calling Paris his 'girlfriend'. It reminded Rory of home, and she was all of a sudden extremely thankful that her family was with her.
She tossed and turned until she finally decided to give up; there was no way she was sleeping tonight when she had her photo shoot with Logan the next morning. She grabbed her cell phone off of her bedside table and before she knew it, she was dialing. The person on the other line picked up after three rings and spoke in an exhausted voice.
"Hello."
"Hey you."
"Rory?" Inquired a male voice.
"I believe it's your highness to you." She replied with a falsely stern voice.
"Sorry, your highness. Why are you calling so late?"
"I can't sleep, Logan." She said in a childish voice.
"And what would you like me to do about that?" He questioned with a laugh.
"Come over?" She stated questioningly.
"What?"
"Please. I just…I can't sleep," she repeated desperately.
Logan was silent, but Rory could hear the rattling sound of keys and a door closing.
"I'll be there in ten minutes," he said quietly before hanging up.
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I'm sorry if there was a lot of dialogue as far as the fight, but I could just see them arguing like that.
Anyway, so pics of the dresses are on my profile, and the lines Rory says are from "The Wizard of Oz" (duh!) and "The Godfather" (which if I owned, would have made me a multi-millionaire). I would've continued the chapter, but I think I'll save the rest of the night's events for the next one. I'll make sure to include the photo shoot and the LDB party as well, so don't be mad!
Please, until next time, review review review! (I'll give you an imaginary cookie, how's that?)
