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Outfits-

Rory- http://www(dot)polyvore(dot)com/rory/set?id=4193446

Milo(first outfit)- http://www(dot)polyvore(dot)com/milo_before/set?id=4171921

Milo(second outfit)- http://www(dot)polyvore(dot)com/milo_after/set?id=4172399

Upon arriving on set Chris had immediately found something to busy himself with. Rory decided to explore a little. She had looked over the crew list and was happy to find a few people she knew on the list. Her first stop was the wardrobe trailer…if she could find it. She wandered around for a while, making herself familiar with her surroundings. She finally stumbled upon her destination. With a smile she pushed open the door.

"Miss Bella!" she called stepping inside the trailer. It was like stepping inside a childhood memory. Bella Rains had done wardrobe on a movie of Chris' when Rory was about seven. Miss Bella had spent hours dressing Rory up. Her trailer always looked like a complete mess, but it was actually organized perfectly.

"I'm here!" A voice called from the back of the trailer. Rory followed the voice, pushing her way through racks of clothing. Once she had made it through a rack full of jeans she spotted the woman. She looked the same as Rory remembered her.

"Hi, Miss Bella!" Rory exclaimed. The woman turned and broke into a wide grin.

"Rory! You've grown so much!" Miss Bella shuffled through a pile of shoes and wrapped the younger girl in a hug. "I hoped you would be visiting Chris this summer. It's so good to see you!"

"It's good to see you too, Miss Bella!" Rory returned the hug.

"Ah! Ow, shit." A voice mumbled from a few feet away. Rory looked up to see one of the very gorgeous actors that would be staring in the movie lying on the floor in a pile of shoes that had formed near the partition behind which he must have been changing.

"Oh! Sorry, sorry, sorry…" Miss Bella mumbled heading towards him and offering him a hand. It wasn't until he straightened that Rory recognized who he was. He was the guy from Dirty Deeds, Milo Ventimiglia. "Well, anyways, you look wonderful. Rory have you read the script? Milo here is James. What do you think, does it suit him?"

Rory looked over the outfit. He wore gray corduroys, a black sweater with a collared white shirt under it and black and gray checkered slip on Vans.

"No. It's completely wrong for James." Rory concluded with a frown. She turned to the rack of jeans behind her and flipped through them. She grabbed a pair of dark blue jeans and tossed them at Milo. Next she drifted to a basket filled with shirts she dug through it until she pulled out a blue and white stripped button down shirt. With that in hand she bent down and pulled a pair of white addidas sneakers out of a pile of shoes. She handed the rest of the stuff to him.

"Rory, Chris said preppy." Miss Bella spoke up.

"He uses shitty adjectives."

"And he said he wants to keep the colors black, gray and white."

"He doesn't know what he wants. He'll love the blue." Rory stated.

"Should we at least take a Polaroid of him in this outfit?" Miss Bella suggested.

"Okay. Put the stuff down." Rory instructed. Milo obliged. She lifted the camera and took a quick picture. "There. Now go change."

"Where is your mother this summer?" Miss Bella asked.

"In California." Rory answered. She moved to take a seat on the bright blue couch situated in the corner. "She's managing an Inn out there for the summer in hopes that the people that own it will let her open one on the East Coast."

"Very good. And how is school?"

"Good."

"What colleges are you looking at?"

"Right now I'm interested in NYU."

"Really? Live with your father?"

"Yep." Rory smiled. Milo stepped carefully from behind the partition and over the pile of shoes to stand in front of them. "Roll up the sleeves."

"Okay." He folded each sleeve carefully so they were just below his elbows. Rory took another Polaroid.

"You were right, dear. This is much better." Miss Bella agreed. "Hmm. I have the perfect idea…" she trailed off. Suddenly she disappeared amongst the racks of clothing. Rory laughed softly at the woman's tendencies. Milo joined her on the couch.

"I'm Milo." He said with a crooked smile.

"I knew that." Rory joked. "I'm Rory, Chris' daughter."

He looked surprised. "Really? I should have guessed."

"Why is that?"

"A couple weeks ago we were doing a reading and Chris warned us that his daughter would be joining us on set. He told us you would float around and make sure things were running smoothly and take charge if they weren't. Then he told us the Julia Roberts story." He grinned at her.

"Oh, god." Rory groaned. "He tells everyone that story. It's so embarrassing!"

"No, it's cute. I know I wouldn't have the guts to go up to Julia Roberts and tell her she was portraying her character completely wrong."

"Well she was. I knew what Dad wanted the character to be and she wasn't being it right. He refused to change actresses though. No one else even auditioned. He said he had written the part for her. So when it wasn't working I explained exactly what he wanted. And I'll have you know that movie won an Academy Award."

"I know. It's one of my favorite movies." He confided. "How old were you when they shot it?"

"Twelve."

"Were you on set for High Society Hell?"

She nodded. "I was in it too. I was the charming little girl that flipped off Gloria Stuart."

He leaned back and laughed. "That was the best part of the entire movie."

"Donnie thought the scene need something extra. My mom was on set that day too. She suggested that the group of girls needed a rebel. Somehow that became me."

"Is that the only time you were in one his movies?"

"Pretty much. I would occasionally be a kid in a group of people, but that's the only time I ever did anything significant."

"Do you want to work in the industry? Follow in your Dad's footsteps?" He turned to sit cross legged on the couch facing her.

"No. I want to be a journalist. Someday, I'd love to make a movie with Dad but that's not what I want my career to be."

"Cool." He nodded appreciatively.

"Miss Bella!" A male voice called from just inside the trailer. "Is my daughter in here?"

"Back here Dad!" Rory called in response. A moment later Chris appeared in front of them.

"Hey baby. I see you met on of our stars." He smiled and patted Milo on the shoulder.

"We were working on James' wardrobe." Rory handed him the two Polaroid's. Miss Bella chose then to reappear.

"I told her you said preppy." Miss Bella informed him.

"And I told her you used shitty adjectives." Rory countered. Chris laughed.

"Well, you're right baby. I like this one." He held up the Polaroid of Rory's outfit. "Switch the whole preppy/black, gray, white thing to Cody's wardrobe." He decided. Miss Bella shuffled off.

"Who's playing Cody?" Rory inquired.

"Justin Bartha."

"That will be much better on him." Rory nodded. "What about Jason's wardrobe?"

"Very basic, jeans, t-shirts."

"Good."

"Well back to what I came for, Tom fell down the stairs at home, sprained an ankle. He won't be joining us today. So pretty much we haven't even started filming yet and we're already a day behind." Chris joked.

"That sucks."

"Yeah, well, to make up for it Tom has decided to host an impromptu party at his house tonight. Can you make it?" Chris looked down at Milo.

"Sure."

"Great! Now I have to go invite everyone else!" Chris sent them one last wave and disappeared into the jungle of racks. Milo turned back to her with a frown.

"Fancy party?"

"Yep. And everyone there, except me, will be so drunk they can't walk straight."

"I'll be sober with you." He assured her.

"How old are you?" She asked curiously.

"Nineteen." He responded.

"Really? Wow. You look older."

"You calling me old, Hayden? How old are you anyways?"

"It's Gilmore and I'm seventeen."

"Gilmore?"

"My parents were sixteen when my mom got pregnant. They broke up not long after she found out because my mom didn't want to get married. I've always had my mother's last name." She explained.

"Oh, that's cool." He nodded. "Are you still in high school?"

"Yep. I'll be a senior in the fall."

"Where do you go to school?"

"Chilton Preparatory, in Hartford."

"Fancy."

"It's giving be a better foundation than the high school in my town was. Where did you go to school?"

"Out in Orange County."

"A west coast guy. Are you a surfer?"

"Hell no." He growled.

"Wake boarder?"

"What's wake boarding?"

"I don't know." She smiled and he chuckled at her. "I should probably head home. I have to find something to wear tonight."

"Don't you have to wait on Chris?"

"No, we drove separate." She stood. He followed suit.

"If we're not accomplishing anything here today, I might as well go home too. I'll walk you out." He gestured for her to lead the way and followed her out of the cluttered trailer.

"Do you know how to get to Tom's house?" She asked him as they strolled across the lot.

"Um, no, actually."

"Where do you live?"

"Eighth Street."

She whistled. "You're pretty far away."

"Sort of, but I like it there."

"Well, my dad's is about halfway between your place and Tom's place. Why don't you stop by and you can ride with us?" Rory suggested.

"Sounds like a plan." He agreed.

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