The Beginning of a Beginning?
By babydrag0nfly
Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls, and I certainly don't own Tristan, but a girl can dream can't she?
A/N:
troryfanatic87: Thanks! :)
Fallen Heart: well I'll tell you…they meet in this chapter, so sorry no it isn't in the Bahamas lol
Charming Piper: I've never thought of that to tell you the truth, but in a way, I guess Tristan will kind of be dropping in on Rory in this story, too. Would you have it any other way? lol
TiCkLeDpInK22: .:takes the tomato graciously:. lol I'll have to practice Paris and Lane
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Emily: Tristan is coming no worries ;)
mar0506: I like updating quickly lol writing this story is as exciting for me as it is exciting for you to read ;) and yes Tristan will be in soon
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Chapter 3
::I'm Living Again, Awake and Alive::
Rory stood in front of the full-length mirror in one of the enormous bedrooms in the Gilmore mansion. Her hair was done up in a French braid, and a few renegade wisps surrounded her face. Her pale skin glowed in the dim light of the room. Her makeup was light, but her lips were the color of red wine, a little dark and enticing, inviting a viewer for a taste of her luscious lips. Her slender neck was adorned with a string of pearls. Rory admired the gorgeous dress that hugged her body gracefully. It was strapless and puffed out into a full-length gown. The blue color of her dress accentuated her eyes. Her heals were black and simple. However, Rory had to practice for quite awhile to get used to walking in the stilettos. Finally, after hours of inspecting herself, Rory deemed herself presentable, left the room, and made her shaky way down the main staircase into the center of the graduation party her grandparents held in her honor.
Logan met Rory at the landing, hooking arms with her.
"You look absolutely ravishing!" Logan complimented her.
"Thank you, Logan," Rory blushed. "Where shall we head off to now? This is so boring! I mean it's all old people that I've never seen before!" Rory whispered to Logan.
"Well, we can go to the refreshment table," Logan suggested.
"Yeah, but then I'd probably run into one of my grandfather's old Yale friends, whom I don't even know, and I'd have to engage in some sort of intelligent conversation in order to save the Gilmore reputation because it would just be horrendous if I came off as boring and unintelligent to some old guy I've never met in my entire life," Rory described the entire encounter without taking a breath.
"Okay, well we could take my car and run away," Logan laughed, half joking.
"No. My grandmother would notice. She's as keen as a hawk!" Rory exclaimed.
"Then we could claim a room, and start our own party. An ages-25-and-under party," Logan grinned.
"I like the way you think," Rory agreed.
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After an exhausting five-hour flight from California to Connecticut, Tristan retired to his bedroom for some much needed sleep. His bed looked so comfortable, and the pillow called to him. The plane ride was terrible. Tristan was not only unable to sleep, but he sat with a cramped leg for at least two hours of the flight. It was not fun at all to be sitting who knows how many miles up in the air with prickles attacking his calve, and the numb feeling just wouldn't go away! But now he was safely tucked into his cozy bed in his familiar bedroom save for all the dust. Everything was exactly the same since he'd last visited which was around Christmas of last year.
Someone knocked softly on Tristan's bedroom door. Mrs. DuGrey entered her son's room as quietly as possible, knowing how tired he must be. She came up to the side of his bed and bent down to whisper in his ear.
"Your father and I are leaving for a party being held by some family friends. We won't be back until late, but if you feel like joining us, I've left the address on the kitchen counter. It's a dressy party so be sure to wear a tuxedo or at least a suit if you decide to attend. You can take whichever car you choose to your liking," Trish explained to her son, knowing that despite his being asleep, he still heard her.
"Okay, Mom," Tristan mumbled half asleep. He subconsciously decided that if and when he woke up he'd be sure to check the party out. With that last thought, Tristan slipped peacefully back into his dreamland.
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Rory sat on the couch cuddled next to Logan. Her head was on his chest, and his arm was around her shoulder. Her eyes began to droop as she grew tired. She was so bored she was practically drooling on Logan's shirt.
"I am so bored," Rory drawled monotonously.
"Well, Ace, why don't we get some coffee before you seriously drool on my shirt and ruin it," Logan laughed.
At hearing the word 'coffee,' Rory immediately perked up. "Did you say 'coffee'? You are a lifesaver; did you know that? Let's go, let's go, let's go." Rory yanked Logan off the couch with her newfound energy.
"How 'bout, you stay here, and I'll go get it for you," Logan offered. "You know how you didn't want to encounter any old Yale men?"
"Oh yeah!" Rory said, remembering. "Okay, but hurry fast! I NEED my coffee!"
Logan walked out of sight toward the refreshment table. Rory sighed and plopped back down onto the black leather couch. She tapped her foot to an imaginary beat and played with her hands and hair.
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Logan made his way through groups of people. He was a man on a mission and no one was going to get in his way. He had to maneuver and dodge moving objects, and that took skill. Logan thought to himself when he reached the refreshment table, Okay, so where's the coffee? He searched up and down the table, and when he didn't see anything resembling the hot, brown liquid that Rory so often referred to as the Elixir of Life, he decided to find someone who might know where there was coffee.
Logan found Emily Gilmore standing alone, shouting orders to a few servants. Apparently they didn't please her enough. He approached her carefully.
"Oh, Hello, Logan," Emily greeted pleasantly, transforming from a bitter, yelling woman into a sweet lady.
"Hello, Mrs. Gilmore," He made sure to be as gentlemanly as possible. "I was wondering if you could point me to the nearest pot of coffee."
"Oh! Here, follow Annabel. She'll show you," Emily directed him to one of the young servant girls.
Logan finally got Rory's coffee, but as he was turning around to make his way back to the black leather couch where he last left Rory, he bumped into a beautiful woman. She had tantalizing green eyes and golden chestnut hair. Of course, he spilled some coffee on her lovely dress, which Logan noted was somewhat revealing but at the same time, it surprisingly seemed to have a conservative touch to it. Their eyes locked, and there was definitely something in the air. Logan shook himself out of his stupor and remembered to apologize profusely.
"I'm really sorry. I was getting coffee for my girlfriend, and I didn't see you there. Let me help you," Logan said attempting to get the coffee stain off with a few napkins.
"Oh it's quite alright. I don't like this dress anyway," Her green eyes sparkled as she smiled.
"Logan Huntzburger," Logan stated his name, holding out his hand.
"Solange Ziarre," Solange took his hand in a firm shake.
"Well, I'll talk to you later," Logan said, remembering that Rory was waiting for her coffee. "It was nice meeting you.
"Likewise," Solange just smiled and waved as Logan cut his way across the floor.
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Logan still wasn't back yet, and Rory was getting restless.
"WHERE IS MY COFFEE?!" Rory practically yelled. She received some weird stares and glances, but she paid no attention to them. Her only concern was the coffee she didn't have in her hands and down her throat. She turned to face the way Logan had left, hoping that if she stared hard enough, he might appear out of thin air. She stared for nearly five minutes before she felt someone come up on her other side and place a small kiss on her cheek. She immediately turned around, excited that her coffee was finally here, but no one was next to her. She only saw the back of a retreating figure.
Without turning around, the familiar tall, blond-haired boy raised his right arm in salutation and called, "I'll talk to you later, Mary!"
YAY!! OUR FAVORITE GUY IS BACK!! Hehe well not much trory interaction, but he's here now and he'll save the day, as we all know it! ;)
So what do you think about Logan and Solange? .:raises eyebrows and smirks:. I love the name, Solange. Hehe it means sun angel/earth angel, and it's French. I think it's so pretty! I didn't want to spend too much time thinking of names so I just went on this baby names website and typed in what I wanted her name to mean. Hehe I feel so clever lol
The title is from "Learning to Breathe" by Switchfoot.
Anyway…the sad news is…that I may not be able to update as consistently as I have been because of schoolwork and stuff. Plus swim team starts in February! So time is of the essence. I'll definitely keep writing, but if my chapters don't come spewing out everyday I'M SORRY!
Oh and remember to REVIEW! It's a motivator ;)
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