Paris drove back to her apartment that night with her mind in a maelstrom of thinking. With what that red haired had said, her thoughts had caused her to miss the off-ramp to her apartment building, causing her to curse loudly.
Later, when she arrived at the apartment, she found Doyle sleeping soundly on the couch with the TV on.
Paris found herself staring at her boyfriend. Then her mode changed.
"Wake up!" She kicked him hard against the shin.
"Ow! Talk about an unwanted wake up call." Doyle said, groaning and rubbing his shin.
"Where were you? Huh? Speak now!" She demanded as he yawned and stretched.
"I went out, where were you?" He asked back.
Paris grunted and went to their bedroom and shut the door.
She sat down, at the foot of the bed, and gazed outside. She then grabbed her cell phone and dialed.
Doyle knocked on the door and called from behind it, "Do you want me to come in?"
Paris sighed and opened the door, then went back to the bed.
"Rory, call me when you get this." She then hung up the phone.
Chapter Two: Miss Patty's Plan
The Stars Hallow Town Meeting was something Michael had never witnessed before. He'd decided to go to it at the persistence of Miss Patty and Babette, who were eager to introduce him to the whole town.
Upon arriving, Luke was in an uproar with Taylor over a sign Taylor wanted to be put up near the sidewalk.
"Taylor, you can't have a sign with a giant arrow pointing to your Ice Cream shop! It'll cause car accidents!" Luke said, indicating with a lot of hand gestures.
Taylor groaned as he rubbed his eyes, "There's nothing wrong with a little advertisement, Luke. People do it all the time, in other cities."
"Not here and not outside my diner!" Luke said firmly.
"Fine. All those opposed for there to be a sign welcoming people to the Ice Cream shop, raise your hands."
Only a few people raised their hands.
"Oh, c'mon, now, people! It's perfectly sound!" Taylor said, surprised.
"It'd be awful, Taylor. We have enough distractions as it is." Babette pointed out.
Taylor sighed loudly and then looked at the sheet in front of him, "Ok, then. Next item on the agenda. We have a new potential resident to Stars Hallow, a Mr. Michael Truman. Let's see if we can convince him to stay shall we?"
Babette hoisted Michael up by the arm as people started to clap.
"Yes, be one of us!" Lorelai said charismatically.
Michael suddenly felt that maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
"Now remember, young man, that if you'll be apart of this town, no more drinking inside my store." Taylor said pointing his gavel at Michael.
"But everyone does it all the time, Taylor." Kirk said, confused.
After Taylor debated that point with Kirk and a few others, Taylor announced the meeting to be over.
Babette walked over to Patty as she was gesturing her to come over with a finger, she then called out to Lorelai as well. When the two women came over, Patty lowered her voice as she talked to Lorelai.
"Say, Lorelai, do you think we could hold a little pow-wow at your Inn, tomorrow?"
Lorelai smiled, "Of course, just as long there won't be any scalpings afterwards, it'll be fine."
"Babette, dear, remember to bring those photos with you when you come, alright?" Miss Patty said and then she left to go talk with Kirk.
Lorelai, intrigued with what Miss Patty said, walked over to the departing Babette.
"Babette, what are you guys going to be doing, anyways?"
Babette, a little stunned by Lorelai asking her, stuttered.
"Uh, huh, uh, nothing, dear. Just, uh, a little get together to talk about the Fall Festival, you know."
"Uh, huh." Lorelai said, unconvinced. "Well, I'll se you guys tomorrow then."
As Rory Gilmore sat behind her desk at the Yale Daily News, she winced as she saw Paris approach her with a face full of determination.
"How come you didn't call me back, last night?" She demanded.
"Paris, I'm sorry. Logan and I came back late from his Sister's party. What's up?"
"Oh, sure, now you want to know!" Paris fumed and stormed out and back to her desk.
Rory sighed and relieved herself from her desk and walked right over to Paris'.
"What happened?" She asked.
Paris sighed, "I…I went back to Stars Hallow to find the guy who talked back to me."
"And?"
Paris clenched her fists, which caused a nearby writer quickly go the other way.
"I found him and he…asked…me…out." She then looked up at Rory with hard eyes.
Rory, surprised, leaned against the desk, "Wow. You've become popular, nowadays."
Paris' lip twitched, "Don't mock me, Gilmore. That Raggedy Andy was just trying to humiliate me. But I'll get him. He'll hurt and he'll bleed when I'm through with him!"
Rory then grinned, "Better not. He might get turned on to you even more."
Paris turned red and cocked her head. "Shouldn't you be editing?"
Rory chuckled and then left.
After a long and pointless debate with Michel about how it was his job to greet everyone, Lorelai walked back into the kitchen to get some much-needed coffee. Upon leaving, she could hear voices, those belonging to Miss Patty, Kirk, and Babette, coming from the dining room.
Tip-toeing over, Lorelai leaned against the doorframe so she could hear.
"But, Sugah, I think she's married now." Babette said pointedly.
"Fine." Miss Patty said, "Moving on. How about Andrea's daughter, Natalie?"
"She's a lesbian and has moved to New Hampshire." Indicated Kirk.
"You know who might be perfect for him?" Miss Patty said, thinking.
Lorelai could tell the rest of the group was quietly awaiting her answer.
"Rory." Miss Patty announced.
Babette laughed out loud, "Rory? She's already hooked up, dear. Have you seen the guy? Money and has a nice tush."
Lorelai was about to laugh herself.
"Nah, from what I hear that boy's trouble for her. Got her involved with stealing a boat and he badly injured himself while doing a stunt, drunk. No, she's got to do better, that girl, and I think our boy will be good for her."
"I agree." Taylor chimed in.
"But, what will Lorelai say about it?" Asked Gypsy.
"What'cha doin?"
Lorelai spun around and jumped as she saw Sookie was right behind her.
"Wow. Sookie, please don't do that until I have more coffee in me and then I'll jump higher than a cartoon character."
Sookie looked behind her, "Oh, Miss Patty's group. Something exciting happening in there?"
"I could find out, if you don't sneak up on me, ok?" Lorelai then resumed her position.
"Alright, that'll be all for today. Now you all know what to do, right?" Miss Patty asked.
"I sure do." Said Kirk.
Both Lorelai and Sookie hurried away as the doors opened and everyone started coming out.
As soon as Kirk left, Lorelai grabbed him and brought him into the kitchen.
"Ow! Lorelai, you've got quite the grip on you." Kirk said as he pulled his arm away.
"Spill it, Alph-Alpha. What were Lady Chatterley and the rest of the vultures talking about, in there?" Lorelai asked as Sookie stood next to her.
Kirk looked down at the floor. "I promised I wouldn't fink, this time."
"Kirk!" Sookie took out her knife.
"Ok! Ok! Miss Patty and the rest plan to hook up Michael with Rory." Kirk said, putting his hand to his face and then to his groin.
Michael was happy to find out, through Michel that the Inn had a job and also he knew where he could find an apartment in town. The only problem was was that Michel was hiring for an assistant.
"Work for you? You must be joking." Michael said, disturbed by Michel's grin.
"Well, the town's plumber needs someone to hold his pants, you could do that." Michel said as he went behind the desk.
Michael groaned and then nodded. "Ok. I'll take the job."
"Your resume and job references are elegant, that's why I'm hiring you. I will not like you, that is for sure. Your job will be here when I am not. You have to take the guests on those ridiculous hikes and even drive some into town, if need be. Are we clear?"
Michael, without looking at Michel, nodded.
"Good. You'll start tomorrow, or tonight, depending on how many more Instituional rejects we get."
Michael thanked Michel and went back up to his room.
Paris smiled to herself as she listened to Doyle bitch and moan as he was standing outside of their apartment, naked and without a towel.
"Let me in, Paris! The Do-whoppers are going to get me, you know that!"
"What's the magic word?" She asked, playfully.
"Ah, Jeez. "Paris is God, Paris is great. And I am crap whose never up to date." There! Will you let me in?"
Paris unlocked the door and opened it as Doyle rushed in.
"Thank you." He then ran to their room.
Paris sat down on the sofa and thought to herself more on what the guy had said, shrugging.
I'm better than that cocky, underhanded, bum. I'm not going to let this get to me.
As Richard and Emily Gilmore sat down at their table, Richard reading his newspaper, and Emily drinking tea and looking at a magazine, the doorbell rang.
Greta, their new help, walked over to answer it. Seconds later she came back and stood at the entrance to the dining room.
A Mr…" She never got the last part out as a Balding man with a thick mustache came in.
"Richard! How long has it been?"
Richard put down his paper as he stood up and went over to shake the man's hand.
"By gorge, Walter, you old fool, when did you and Monique get back from California?"
The man, whole-heartily, shook his hand and Richard led him to the parlor.
"Too long old friend, too long. We've finally have gotten sick of the west. MTV owns it by now and we felt it was time to breathe again." He sat down on the couch as Emily came in.
Walter stood up again and hugged Emily, "Emily dear, you look beautiful. How's being thirty-four for you?"
"Oh, Walter, you always had a silver tongue. Is Monique here, with you?"
Walter shook his head; "She's at home, resting."
Richard started pouring the scotch as he asked, "How's the Real-estate game, going?"
"Oh, fine as always. Everyone wants to be warm and delirious over there, so delirious, in fact, they're emptying out their pockets." Both Walter and Richard laughed.
"But, enough of work. I'm sorry to tell you, Richard I have other motives for dropping by."
"Oh, really?" Richard said as he handed Walter his drink.
Walter nodded, "Yes. You see, we left here about, oh, what was it thirty years ago?"
Richard thought for a moment then nodded.
"Anyways, Monique and I had a son. Seven years after that and he's been, oh, how shall I say it, kind of a recluse."
Richard and Emily exchanged looks.
Walter continued, "He left home at sixteen and has been living in some kind of bohemian hell hole, that is until now. I understand that he's moved to your daughter's neck of the woods."
Emily coughed and put down her drink; "He's in Stars Hallow?"
Walter nodded. "The boy needs structure. Our good friends have informed me, Richard, that your granddaughter Rory, is quite the up and comer in Yale, is it not so?"
Richard nodded, proudly; "She's the Editor-in-Chief at the Yale Daily News. Great in all her classes."
Walter nodded, "Has the ol' Gilmore power. I wish the same for my son. He's smart, kind hearted, and has the needs to succeed. But not the ambition. I was hoping, Richard, that either Emily or you could convince him to come home or go to school. Those are his options. I will not have him living in squalor."
"He won't listen to you?" Emily asked, surprised.
Walter shook his head, "No. He won't. Blast it, he won't even listen to his own mother. I was hoping that maybe an outside influence could get him rolling."
"You can count on us, Walter." Richard said, proudly.
Emily looked both surprised and shocked at her husband.
"Great!" Walter said as he got up. "Monique and I will be very pleased. Oh, incidentally, we'd love to have the both of you over for dinner, Richard."
"I look forward to it. What's the boy's name again?" Richard asked.
"Michael." Walter said. He then nodded to Emily and left the house.
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A/N: I know these are a little short and kind of go all over the place, but I promise they'll be better.
A/N II: I really hope you all are liking this and the dramas that lie ahead, otherwise, I'm out of a job.
Q-n-P