The Intruders
The week went by as usually, with classes, and the normal routine. But with the exception of Finn, who seemed to appear everywhere Rory went. She didn't mind though, it was nice having him around, and they always had fun together.
Thursday afternoon she was in the library trying to study, she had trouble concentrating. She couldn't abstract from the picture that had met her when she entered her dorm earlier, Doyle had been on top of Paris in the couch and that had been enough to make her leave instantly. Finn came sneaking up behind her, but she didn't notice. She was to busy trying to shake of the memory of Doyle's white, well you get the picture, and trying to figure out how she was going the ask Paris to keep the hanky-panky in her room.
"Lovely day, isn't it Kitten?" he whispered in her ear, so close that she felt his breath on her earlobe, and it sent tingles down her spine.
"Hi, Finn," she pointed to the coffee cup in his hand with a questioning look, and he gave it to her "You are a coffee God"
He smirked widely, and she grinned back "I'm going to regret I said that."
"Why should you?" He said down on the other side of the table.
"Because you're going to make me? So did you want anything in particular?" she pretended to be busy with her books.
"Well, I just came to provide you with coffee. And to tell you the theme for the party on Saturday."
She looked up and smiled at him.
"Uh, do tell," she grinned "I thought you did the 20ties safari-thing every time you got together."
"No, we only do that once a year, at the start of the year," he picked up one of her books and studied the back "this time you girls are sending us of to the war."
"Intriguing, explanation?"
"We are having a 40ties send-of-party," He grinned "us guys go as soldiers, and you girls sends us of to the war, anno 1943."
She grinned at the thought of him in a uniform, but she certainly liked the theme. It could be fun.
"So the dress code is the 40ties?" she smiled and shrugged "I can do that."
"I'm sure, so I'll pick you up at 6." he smiled and kissed her hand "I can't wait."
He got up from his chair and left her sitting there while he sauntered out of the library. Rory picked up her books and left the library too, she started walking to her dorm, only making a short stop at a coffee cart. Now knowing the theme of the party, she had to go shopping for a party dress. When she carefully entered her dorm, Paris and Doyle were still on the couch, fortunately dressed this time.
"There was a guy here with a package for you," Paris said looking at the T.V. like always it was tuned on to C-Span.
"When?" Rory asked.
"I don't know," Paris said "and do I look like a servant to you? I'm tired of taking care of your business."
"And I'm tired of seeing Doyle's bare ass whenever I walk into my own dorm," At that statement Doyle went red, "But I don't complain do I?" she continued "You've been a really crappy roommate lately."
She left them sitting there, stormed to her room, and slammed the door behind her. Paris' unjust indignation could really piss her of. She noticed a large, white box with a baby blue ribbon tied around it, lying on her bed. She sat down and opened it. Under a layer of silk paper was a note 'I wasn't sure if you had a 40ties dress lying around, so this is a little present. See you Saturday Kitten.' She took out the dress, which was made from beautiful baby blue silk. The dress itself was pretty simple, the top was like a fitted v-neck t-shirt without sleeves and the bottom were very full and had a white tulle petticoat. Also in the box were a couple of ivory hair combs and a hairnet. She smiled, and fell over on her bed with the dress in her arms.
After a while Paris came in, she sat down on the bed and gave Rory a short stare.
"You won't hear this again Gilmore, so you better enjoy it!" she turned slightly red "I'm sorry, I was just so embarrassed that you walked in us earlier, and I tried to… I don't know, I just didn't want you to say anything while Doyle was here, he was so embarrassed that he hardly said anything for an hour after you left." she grinned slightly "From now on we'll keep it in my room, okay." she finished her ramble.
"Err, thanks Paris," Rory felt a bit overthrown "that would be swell."
"Swell?" Paris looked confused "Swell? You are hugging a 40ties dress, I see hair combs, should I worry?"
Rory giggled, and jumped from the bed. She waltzed around the room with an invisible partner.
"Not till I start doing this!"
Paris just shook her head and left the room thinking that Gilmore had finally lost it.
Friday morning something loud and noisy woke her up. She growled and threw the nearest thing she could find at her alarm clock, it felt like a shoe. But it didn't make the noise go away. She tried very hard to remember what she had that made that noise, but came up short, until she noticed her phone blinking on the nightstand.
"…'ello…" She said to the sleep depriver in the other end.
"Is this Rory Gilmore," She heard her mother chipper in the other end "it's her phone, but it can't be my darling daughter who answers her mother like that, can it?"
Rory sat up and bellowed "Where is the axe murderer when you need him?"
"Paris not home?"
Rory shook her head and grinned "No, she should be sneaking up on you right now, since I put a contract out on anyone who disturbs my sleep."
Her mom let out a yelp, and Rory could easily imagine how she was looking around to see if Paris were indeed sneaking up on her.
"You devil-child," she cried out "that was actually scary, I'm going to be looking over my shoulder all day."
"Too bad," Rory shrugged "so did you want anything, or did you just call to harass me?"
"Well, I don't know if I want to tell you anymore, after you being so mean!" Lorelai said in a very fake pouty voice.
"Okay," Rory pretended she was going to hang up the phone. "see ya' tonight!"
"No, no…" Lorelai said in a chipper voice "Sorry I woke you up, okay? I just wanted to tell you that Friday night dinner is cancelled and we can have a movie-night instead."
"Uhh, why?"
"Well, because you are my baby and I miss you terribly?" Lorelai said slightly confused.
"No, why are dinner cancelled?" Rory groaned
"Some benefit? I don't even know why they call me, it's not like I'm ever going to show up there again. They just left a message on the machine."
"Okay, sounds good," Rory said "But I have to go home Saturday, I have a date."
"With who? Logan?" Rory could hear her frown, knowing that her mother never liked Logan.
"Noo, and be nice!"
"Why? You two still doing the casual thing?" She was still frowning
"No," Rory said, and her mother immediately cut her of.
"You're not? Well, color me amazed. So who's the lucky guy, someone I know of?"
"Well sort of, it's Finn." Rory shut her eyes, and waited for the outburst she expected would come.
"Finn," her mother sounded like she was struggling to place the name, "Wait a minute, isn't he Logan's friend? The one who constantly forgets your name?"
"That was just his idea of fun!" Rory objected.
"Okay Hun," Lorelai sounded absent "We'll talk tonight, I want to hear all about it, but right now Michel looks like he is about to kill a woman by ripping her intestines out through her throat."
"Okay mom, see you." Rory heard the click in the other end of the phone.
Later as she drove in to Stars Hollow, Rory was wondering how her mother really felt about her dating another rich kid. She knew that Lorelai hated the world of the rich, and that was the reason she had left it. And now her daughter willingly involved herself in it.
She drove up in front of her home, and went in while dragging a bag of laundry behind her.
"Honey, I'm home," she cried out, but there was no answer.
She went in to the kitchen to make a pop tart and start the coffeemaker, and then started doing her laundry while singing a Cranberries-song at the top of her lungs. When she was done she sat down at the table with a cup of coffee and a book. When Lorelai came home, Rory was so engrossed that she didn't notice it, and all Lorelai could hear was the cracking from the coffeemaker. She got scared shitless.
"Who's there? I know karate just so you know." She yelled and slowly walked towards the kitchen.
"Hi mom," Rory got up and walked to the kitchen door "what are you talking about?"
"Whoa, you really did scare me with that crack about sending Paris after me, I've been seeing assassins all day, and now I see intruders." Lorelai walked over to hug her daughter.
Rory sniggered and went back to the kitchen to pour her mother a cup of coffee.
"So," Lorelai started as she walked into the kitchen "tell me about this Finn? S'he cute?"
"I don't know, I guess," Rory said and shrugged "He's Australian, and he's really nice."
"Uhh, he has an accent," Lorelai shrieked "but nice doesn't cut it."
They sat down, and Rory told her mom about the movie-night she had with Finn, and about how he kept turning up wherever she went.
"This deserves Luke's coffee." Lorelai said.
"No, don't make me go there to talk about my private life!" Rory squealed
"Uhm Hun, you did see the sign when you drove in here didn't you, Stars Hollow, population 2.309, we live your life for you?" Lorelai rambled
"Funny, so where did you want me to hang myself?"
"No seriously," Lorelai said "do you like the guy?"
Rory thought about it for a while.
"I got tingles down my spine when he whispered in my ear," she admitted "and I like that he's always around."
"Good," Lorelai said, "now we can go to Luke's."
"Err," Rory had no idea why her mother had the notion that the problem was solved.
"The boy likes you two," Lorelai said eyeing her daughter "I love you Hun, but sometimes you're blind! He wouldn't follow you around if he didn't"
She got back up of her chair and went to the front door, she was going to Luke's whether Rory came or not. They were out of coffee!
Rory and Lorelai had a great day together. They went to get take out from Luke's, and saw Willy Wonka and the chocolate´ factory and Godfather III´. They saw the Sophia death-scene 17 times, and by that time Rory was rolling around on the floor, because she was laughing so hard. Lorelai had practiced her imitation, and it was now close to professional.
When she drove home Saturday afternoon, she felt great. It had been a while since they had any time together, and she felt a lot better now. Her mom had tried to pound into her head that Finn had a crush on her, but she hadn't really succeeded. Rory didn't think she was right, but she did look forwards to the party, and to wearing the wonderful dress Finn had given her.