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My, My, My Look At Mary
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Category:
G through L › Gilmore Girls
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
19,304
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own The Gilmore Girls, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 6
Okay I decided to update finally, I was having a bit of trouble with the direction that the story was going. Thanks again to Dreamer4evev_77 for helping me again. And check out my new stories ‘Military School?’ and ‘Back Again, For One Last Round’(on FF.net)
Disclaimer: Not Mine
“Lorelai Leigh Gilmore! What the hell are you thinking? Do you realize you were making out, rather disgustingly, with Tristan ‘Player’ DuGrey? What has gotten into you? First your all ‘Bam, Baby here I am’ and disobeying me, know your making out with Chilton’s Pimp. Explain now!” Lorelai huffed.
Rory laid on her bed, legs stretched out crossed at her ankles. “Mother, I told you. I’m a new person now. I’m even more like you now. Funny how the tables can turn isn’t it.”
“What is wrong with you? You know what, don’t answer that. Good night.” Lorelai exited without another word.
Rory’s eyes turned soft, “What IS wrong with me?” She closed those now softened eyes and drifted into sleep.
A little after one o’clock, a strange ringing caused Rory to stir. Sitting up, she followed the ringing to her purse that was thrown carelessly on the desk. It was a cell phone, and used for the face of the cell phone was a cover with coffees and books all over it. It rang again alighting the screen. ‘Hottie’ appeared on that screen.
“Hello,” Rory answered, cautiously and confused.
“Good, you found the phone. Hey.” A calm, smooth voice spoke.
“Tristan, why do I have a cell phone? And why did ‘Hottie’ come up on the screen.”
“Because I gave it to you. Think of it as an early Christmas present. I am a hottie don’t ya think?” He was so sure of himself.
She smiled, “Your so sure of yourself, Tristan. Are you ever uncertain?” She lay down on her bed.
Tristan hesitated, “Yes,” uncertainty etched in his voice. “Whenever I’m with you.”
Rory twirled her hair. Wait, twirled her hair, she stopped. “Don’t play the game with me, Tris, at one AM.”
“I wish I was there with you.” He said, trying to change the subject.
“Tristan?” Rory question
“Yea, babe?”
“Tell me about the real you. I don’t want to know about the player you, who’s had just about every girl from the Chilton body. I want you to tell me about you.”
Tristan’s voice became low and gruff, “I’ll tell you if you lemme play a game with you.”
He reply was skeptical, “What game?”
“What are you wearing?” He asked.
“Mr. DuGrey, are you trying to turn me on?” she giggled.
“You bet, Gilmore. So what are you wearing?” Tristan seemed anxious.
“I don’t think I want to know about you that much as to play ‘The’ game with you.”
“Are you afraid?” He challenged.
“Of you, no?” She challenged back.
“Prove it.” Tristan fired.
“ Tank top and pajama pants.”
“Sexy. Ready?”
“Wait, no I’m not doing this. Stop.”
“You’re laying on your bed right now. You cant sleep, all you can think about is someone.”
“Tris, stop.”
“There’s a tightness in you, that’s aching to be soothed. Isn’t there Rory?”
“Tristan, I mean it. Stop.”
“Okay, Okay, you win this time. But next time, I’ll get you. I’ll make sure of that.
“Whatever, so are you close to your grandparents?”
His voice deepened and caught in his throat, “I don’t want to talk about them”
“Can I ask why not?”
“Their dead, okay. They died last summer. Get off the subject!” Tristan barked.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”
“Well just get off it.”
“Jesus, Tristan what’s your problem?” Rory asked concerned about her, wait what was he to her. “Just tell me, I’ll understand.”
“You won’t understand, this is the one thing you wouldn’t understand. Listen I gotta go, I’ll talk to you tomorrow or something. Bye.” He hung up without one more word or waiting for a reply.
“Damn him.” The phone flew in the air, landing back on the desk where it was before.
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Okay, These last couple of days I’ve been writing a bit so I’ll be updating my stories soon.
Disclaimer: Not Mine
“Lorelai Leigh Gilmore! What the hell are you thinking? Do you realize you were making out, rather disgustingly, with Tristan ‘Player’ DuGrey? What has gotten into you? First your all ‘Bam, Baby here I am’ and disobeying me, know your making out with Chilton’s Pimp. Explain now!” Lorelai huffed.
Rory laid on her bed, legs stretched out crossed at her ankles. “Mother, I told you. I’m a new person now. I’m even more like you now. Funny how the tables can turn isn’t it.”
“What is wrong with you? You know what, don’t answer that. Good night.” Lorelai exited without another word.
Rory’s eyes turned soft, “What IS wrong with me?” She closed those now softened eyes and drifted into sleep.
A little after one o’clock, a strange ringing caused Rory to stir. Sitting up, she followed the ringing to her purse that was thrown carelessly on the desk. It was a cell phone, and used for the face of the cell phone was a cover with coffees and books all over it. It rang again alighting the screen. ‘Hottie’ appeared on that screen.
“Hello,” Rory answered, cautiously and confused.
“Good, you found the phone. Hey.” A calm, smooth voice spoke.
“Tristan, why do I have a cell phone? And why did ‘Hottie’ come up on the screen.”
“Because I gave it to you. Think of it as an early Christmas present. I am a hottie don’t ya think?” He was so sure of himself.
She smiled, “Your so sure of yourself, Tristan. Are you ever uncertain?” She lay down on her bed.
Tristan hesitated, “Yes,” uncertainty etched in his voice. “Whenever I’m with you.”
Rory twirled her hair. Wait, twirled her hair, she stopped. “Don’t play the game with me, Tris, at one AM.”
“I wish I was there with you.” He said, trying to change the subject.
“Tristan?” Rory question
“Yea, babe?”
“Tell me about the real you. I don’t want to know about the player you, who’s had just about every girl from the Chilton body. I want you to tell me about you.”
Tristan’s voice became low and gruff, “I’ll tell you if you lemme play a game with you.”
He reply was skeptical, “What game?”
“What are you wearing?” He asked.
“Mr. DuGrey, are you trying to turn me on?” she giggled.
“You bet, Gilmore. So what are you wearing?” Tristan seemed anxious.
“I don’t think I want to know about you that much as to play ‘The’ game with you.”
“Are you afraid?” He challenged.
“Of you, no?” She challenged back.
“Prove it.” Tristan fired.
“ Tank top and pajama pants.”
“Sexy. Ready?”
“Wait, no I’m not doing this. Stop.”
“You’re laying on your bed right now. You cant sleep, all you can think about is someone.”
“Tris, stop.”
“There’s a tightness in you, that’s aching to be soothed. Isn’t there Rory?”
“Tristan, I mean it. Stop.”
“Okay, Okay, you win this time. But next time, I’ll get you. I’ll make sure of that.
“Whatever, so are you close to your grandparents?”
His voice deepened and caught in his throat, “I don’t want to talk about them”
“Can I ask why not?”
“Their dead, okay. They died last summer. Get off the subject!” Tristan barked.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”
“Well just get off it.”
“Jesus, Tristan what’s your problem?” Rory asked concerned about her, wait what was he to her. “Just tell me, I’ll understand.”
“You won’t understand, this is the one thing you wouldn’t understand. Listen I gotta go, I’ll talk to you tomorrow or something. Bye.” He hung up without one more word or waiting for a reply.
“Damn him.” The phone flew in the air, landing back on the desk where it was before.
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Okay, These last couple of days I’ve been writing a bit so I’ll be updating my stories soon.