ADDICTION

Disclaimer – Gilmore Girls don't belong to me. If I did, Lorelai never would've slept with Chris, let alone married the guy and Rory and Logan wouldn't have broken up for good at the end of the season. But if this Gilmore Girls Telemovie comes to pass, depending on how it goes I may forgive the shows creators for leaving it in the hands of David Rosenthal which ruined it all.

Summary - Addiction can be deadly and the road it leads you down can be even deadlier. Trory. Told from Louise's POV.

WARNING: Extremely AU!!! A story about drug addiction. Contains Rory/Tristan, Louise/Logan and brief mentions of Steph/Collin and Paris/Finn.

Necessary Background Information - Chris and Lorelai got married when they had Rory, so Rory grew up in Hartford, next door to Louise, and thus they became best friends. Tristan & Steph are step-brother and sister. Paris & Logan are brother and sister. (Honor and Madeline were not used as they did not fit appropriately for this story)

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ADDICTION

Chapter 7 – Running

I know, right? "Oh, her parents caught her drunk. Big deal," I was lucky, now that I look back on it. I was doing all this other illegal shit and they caught me drunk? No big. I thought I would just be grounded and it'd be over with. But it meant that they had their eye on me. I wasn't grounded for too long, like … two months, I think. It meant that they were watching me.

I ended up trying acid, and was totally hooked. Tripping was the best thing in the world. It still is, as far as I'm concerned. Even Paris liked it, and Paris doesn't really like anything … including herself.

The problem was, it was putting a major dent in our money. And let's face it, you don't exactly buy drugs with your platinum credit card. We needed cash and quick fast.

"We need money," Paris said coolly this one time at lunch, trying to ignore the fact that Tristan was falling asleep on Rory's shoulder. I nodded my head slightly and tossed a package at Finn. Colin had asked me to give it to him. School caught me, I'd be expelled, but you know … whatever.

"For what?" A groggy Steph asked, plopping down next to Rory.

"Umm … Steph?" Rory asked her, kind of out of it herself, staring at Steph dazedly.

"Hmm?" Steph responded mindlessly.

Rory seemed to slip back into her lull so I answered for her. "You realize you don't have a shirt on, right?"

Steph quickly looked down to examine her school uniform. Plaid skirt, knee high socks, and a skin colored bra. No shirt.

"Fuck," She muttered. "I knew it felt cold in here,"

Rory giggled. "Damn, how wasted are you?"

"Just a teeny, itty bitty, little bit," Steph replied, pinching her fingers close together, her eyes getting that bouncy look in them as she started to sing. "Hell … if I want people to know I'm wasted—"

Then she did something that's even big for Steph. Especially considering we were in school. She pranced over to the whigger table, CD in hand, put it in, then blasted the stereo, and hopped on the table.

"Go Steph!" Rory yelled, egging her on. "Where the hell did you guys go last night?" she said, poking her boyfriend in the ribs, registering a little jump in his body as he sleepily took in her words.

"You were with me," Tristan said matter of factly, running butterfly kisses along her cheeks. "We went to the Townsend's party." His lips descended to her neck, sucking a small gasp out of her. "Remember the jello shots? They were pink."

Rory paused for a second, smiling at him. "Oh yeah." She kissed him quickly and then turned her attention back up to Steph.

Yes. Well. The lunch period got quite a show that day.

There danced one of my best friends in the world, slowly taking off her blue blazer jacket, like some obscene strip show in the middle of the Chilton dining hall. She ended up pushing all the food off the table and rolling around, singing along rather loudly to "When I Think About You, I Touch Myself."

Headmaster Charleston ended up dragging her back to his office. Rory found Logan and I in the Janitor's supply closet later to inform us of her fate— Expulsion.

We never thought it was going to be that serious. NEVER. If she had known … she would never have done it.

That was the straw that broke the camels back. Tristan and Steph were supposed to be living with their parents, but they weren't. Hiding out in their rented apartment to avoid their loving parents. Of course, the school became aware of this fact when they called to inform William DuGrey. By the end of the day, Steph had snuck out, and Tristan was afraid to go back to his apartment, for fear that the state would be there for an illegal renting to a minor.

The state came to investigate; they'd find a lot of stuff.

From Tristan they'd get Rory. From Rory, they'd get me. It was that simple.

It didn't help that my parents were so Nazi like all of a sudden.

We snapped. That night we decided what we were going to do.

See … in Hartford … being the rich society kids that we were, the banks they didn't ask questions. It was all about who you were. All you had to do is present them with the account numbers, and bam, you can clear out your account in an instant.

I completely cleared out my university fund. If I feel any remorse over anything, it's that. All the money that my dad worked for my entire life to send me to university, to build me a future, I stole. For drugs at that.

Tristan, Steph, Rory and Finn's were locked with their trust funds. But Logan and Paris did the same thing. We were up a lot of money. But it was all cash. We decided to ditch the credit cards, we didn't want them tracking us and thus eventually end up finding us. We couldn't allow that to happen. So what he had then, was the most we could take.

We left in the middle of the night, hiding plans that said we were going to New York. I wrote my parents a note, of course. They would search my room, and find the plans that said we were New York bound. That would give us more than enough time to make it to LA, sell the car, and buy an apartment. We'd all live in it, and we'd all help out.

It sounded so much better in theory.

We made it to Kansas City, repainted the car, then sold it to this farmer who was looking for a car for his sixteen year old girl. If I ever see that girl again, I'm going to apologize to her. That purple 4WD of Finn's is ugly. UGLY. What can I say, he had extremely bad taste when it came to fashion.

We hitchhiked the rest of the way up there, mostly with this one trucker dude who let us ride in the back. Once, He even let me reach through the window and toot the horn.

Hey. It was fun!

We made it to LA in one piece, and got an apartment in a part of town that wasn't too awful. Or maybe it was. Drugs tend to take your standard of living down a few notches.

So we started our new life.

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