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The nigth chapter might be a little late, since I don't have much time to write and I'm working on a Trory fic. My first ;)
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Chapter 8: The return of….
Rory had always found her grandparents' house beautiful, gerberas but this time her grandmother had really outdone herself. The house was completely clean; everything shining and sparkling, and the whole place was decorated with white and red roses. It looked absolutely amazing.gerberas
"Okay, so I've heard that the Gilmore house was big, but this…" Rosemary said as she looked around. "This looks like a freakin' castle."
"Say that to my grandmother and she'll love you forever," Rory said with a smile while searching the room for her grandparents.
"Rory! Jason!" a voice called from across the room.
She closed her eyes; of course they would find them first.
"Save yourselves while you can," Jason whispered to his friends. Finn, Colin, Logan and Rosemary immediately took off, not before giving the siblings apologetic smiles though.
"Rory, Jason," Emily said happily as her and Richard neared their grandchildren. "Don't you look stunning?"
She embraced Rory and gave her a kiss on the cheek, while Richard gave Jason a manly hug.
"Thanks grandma, you look lovely too," Rory said politely. "Hi grandpa."
"Rory, Jason," he simply said as he gave her a tight hug, and Emily gave Jason one. "It really is a shame your mother couldn't come."
Rory and Jason looked at each other and then nodded. "Yeah, I'm sure mom would have loved to be here," Jason said, trying to sound sincere.
Emily let out a quiet laugh. "Your mother is beyond happy that she couldn't come, we are not that oblivious."
"Um, well…" Rory muttered. "So the house looks amazing. I love the roses."
"Yes. It does, doesn't it?" Emily sighed happily. "Well, you two go on and have fun. There are some people I would like you to meet, but unfortunately they haven't arrived yet."
The siblings smiled. "Thanks, we'll see you later," Jason said and took off as Rory waved. "That was easy," he whispered to his sister.
"Trust me, before the night is over, you'll have met a dosing of girls that are marriage-material, and I'll be swimming in available guys," Rory promised as they took of to find their friends.
They found them by the bar where Steph had joined them. Rosemary and Finn were having a heated conversation, Colin was trying to sweet-talk Steph and Logan just looked bored.
"I should have known," Jason said as his eyes fell on Finn, who was standing with a drink in his hand.
"What?" Finn asked innocently before turning back to his conversation with Rosemary.
Rory shook her head and instead turned to the blonde. "Hi Steph, you look amazing."
"Well, I should. My mother made me wear a corset. I feel like a freakin' Barbie doll," she answered bitterly. "I am really beginning to rethink this whole pink dress-thing."
"Well, you look beautiful," Colin assured her.
Jason pretended to spank him with a whip and made a 'whipped' sound. "Whipped," he mumbled under his breath.
Rory elbowed him in the side before turning to Steph again. "So, it's about now you tell me I look amazing too," she joked.
"That goes without saying," Steph said sweetly.
"Say it anyway."
The blonde rolled her eyes. "You look gorgeous Rory."
"Thank you!" she answered with a bright smile.
"Oh Jason!" a voice once again called from across the room.
Jason's eyes widened and he cursed under his breath. Turning around, he smiled sweetly at his grandmother. "Yes grandma?"
She hurried over to her grandson, a smile on her face. "Oh, come here Jason," she said as she took his arm. "There is someone I would like you to meet."
Jason looked back at his friends with panic in his eyes as his grandmother dragged him away.
"I'm so glad that isn't me," Rory laughed.
"It will be, though," Steph reminded her.
The brunette shot her a look. "Do I need to remind you that you are currently wearing a corset?"
Steph shook her head. "No, trust me, that is kind of hard not to notice when you're having trouble breathing."
"Poor baby," Rory said mockingly and Steph shot her a glare.
"Okay before this turns into a catfight, I think we'll go," Logan said and grabbed Rory's hand and let her away.
"You know, I could have taken her," Rory said, only joking slightly.
"I'm sure you could, but I don't think your grandparents would appreciate a catfight, let alone one their granddaughter started with one of her friends."
Rory nodded her head slowly. "You could be right."
"I would be right," Logan corrected her with a smile. "So what do you say, dance with me?"
"Do you dance like Finn?" she questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"Do I dance like a maniac?" he asked and narrowed his eyes, thinking. "Kind of." Rory slapped his arm playfully. "No, I do not. I'll have you know I am an excellent dancer."
"Show me," she simply said.
"That is what I'm planning to do," he said grinning as he took her hand and let her out to the dance-floor. "Just watch and see. You'll be amazed, babe."
"You cocky little bastard," she said with a smile as she rapped her arms around her neck.
"You know, if I hadn't noticed the way you look at me, I would think you didn't like me very much. All the name-calling…" He shook his head, rapping his arms around her petite waist and they slowly began to move together.
"Oh, so I've been looking at you?" she asked amused, looking into his brown eyes.
"Hell yeah!" he whispered to her. "It's okay, you can admit it. There already are rumours going around that we are together. I have giving up my wild lifestyle to be with the new girl."
"People are idiots," she deadpanned.
"I'm not an idiot, am I?" he asked, pouting cutely.
"No." She shook her head. "You are a cocky little bastard."
Logan narrowed his eyes at her. "You know, you should try something different. How about hot stud? Gorgeous hunk?"
"Nah, I like cocky little bastard better," she said firmly.
He shook his head and couldn't stop himself from laughing. "You are something, you know that?" he asked as he brought her closer.
"I've been told." She smiled up at him, staring into his brown eyes once again.
"Rory!"
Logan sighed as he heard someone call for Rory. "People are idiots," he muttered to himself as a blonde-haired guy walked over to them.
Rory immediately removed herself from Logan and jumped into the guy's open arms. "Bible-boy!" she screamed excited as she threw her hands around his neck.
Tristan let out a laugh and rapped his arms around her waist. "Hi Mary. Would it be correct to say you've missed me?"
"Maybe a little," she said and pulled away, looking up at him.
"So, you've got a nick-name too?" Logan asked, looking from Tristan to Rory, then back at Tristan.
It seemed like Tristan hadn't even noticed him as his head snapped up quickly. "Ah yes. That is for calling her Mary. Never ever do that," he warned with a smile. "So what's Ror's name for you?"
"I've been blessed with 'cocky little bastard'," Logan answered nonchalant.
"Huh. Suddenly 'Bible-boy' doesn't seem that bad." He held out his hand. "Tristan DuGrey."
Logan slowly took it. "Logan Huntzberger."
"Oh, so this is Logan," Tristan said surprised. "I've heard a lot about you. More correctly, I've heard about you and Mary's apparently serious relationship." He looked at Rory, an eyebrow crocked. "Is there something you have forgotten to tell me, Mar?"
"You've heard the rumours?" she asked with a sight. "You make one simply joke! I swear, when I get back I'm castrating Robert!"
"Get Paris to do it," Tristan said with a grin.
"You, my friend, are a genius."
Tristan bowed playfully. "So they are rumours, huh? Well, doesn't matter. Either way Emily is going to freak."
It took Rory a second to figure out what he meant. She sighed and turned to Logan and explained. "See, my grandparents have been trying to marry me off to Tristan for ages. If they think I'm with someone else, they'll freak."
"Wow," Logan said, not knowing what else to say.
"Yeah. We're handling it," Rory assured him. "Though that whole hugging-thing probably wasn't the smartest move."
Tristan patted her back friendly. "It's okay, you were just so happy to see me. I understand. Who wouldn't be?"
"Maybe you should switch names," she said to both of the boys.
"Nah, I like mine!" Tristan whined.
Rory rolled her eyes. "Fine. Sooo… I didn't know you'd be here."
"It's called a surprise, Mare," Tristan said slowly.
"I hate surprises."
The blonde grinned evilly. "I know." He gave her a wink before beginning walk away. "I'll see you around Mary!" he called.
When he was gone, Logan turned to Rory with a raised eyebrow.
"So," she began. "That was Tristan."
"How do you know each other?"
"I went to Chilton with him. I hated him at first, ever since he called me Mary."
"Yeah, what is up with that?" he asked interested.
"Virgin Mary," Rory said annoyed. "He thought I looked so innocent. Maybe I did."
Logan smirked. "Then things certainly have changed over the years."
"Yeah, well…" she said and sighed. "Anyway, after some time and after he stopped hitting on me regularly, we became friends. Then of course he had to be an asshole and break into one of his friends' dad's safe, I think it was, and get sent of to Military school." She shook her head as she thought of her friend's stupidity. "My grandparents have always liked him and his parents, so apparently we are meant to be together."
"Were you ever?" Logan asked. "Together, I mean."
Rory shook her head. "Nothing beyond a drunken night with a little making out," she said smiling. "But try telling me grandmother that."
Logan smiled softly before something behind Rory caught his eyes. He leaned forward and whispered softly, "Speaking of the devil."
"Rory!"
Rory cringed as she heard the voice, but forced a smile on her face as soon as her grandmother neared her.
"Rory darling, have you seen, Tristan is here!" Emily said excited, ignoring Logan. "Why don't you go say hallo to him?"
"I already have, grandma," Rory said.
Emily's eyes widened slightly. Just then she turned to Logan, a look of annoyance on her face. "Who is this Rory?"
"Logan Huntzberger, ma'am," Logan said and held out his hand.
Emily simply looked at it, seeming completely unfazed by his name, and then turned back at Rory. "So tell me honey, was it good to see Tristan again? He is such a fine boy, incredible handsome, don't you think?"
Rory fought the urge to roll her eyes. "Sure grandma, Tristan looks fine. But really, we are just friends. I even think he had a girlfriend-"
"-For now," the older woman interrupted. "You look so perfect together. Think of your children; your blue eyes, his blonde hair."
Rory gave her a slight smile. "Um, so, Logan and I were dancing, so if you don't mind…" she trailed off, hoping she wouldn't offend her.
"All right then," Emily answered and gave her granddaughter a kiss on the cheek before walking away.
"Well, that was fun," Logan said sarcastically as he pulled Rory closer.
"Oh yeah, Emily Gilmore is the essence of fun," she answered just as sarcastic, as she laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes.
Logan smiled slightly to himself. He had to admit, even with an evil grandmother and a returning old friend; a socialite party had never seemed so promising.