WARNING: This is a repost of Chapters One and Two of my
Fic currently titled 'Never, Never Land'. Formerly known
as Never Say Never. I will be posting new chapter 3
tomorrow. But i wanted to catch any new members up. thanx
a bunch.
Cindy
AUTHOR: Cindy Bressman
TITLE: "Never, Never Land" formerly known as 'Never Say
Never'
EMAIL: cindy_rella2@yahoo.com
DISTRIBUTION STATEMENT: EMAIL ME AND ASK FIRST. im sure it
wont be a problem.
RATING: PG-13. this may not be for it all but im pretty
sure i wont go past that.
SETTING: Rory and Tristan are friends. Rory and Dean
never got back together. Max never proposed to Lorelai.
Rachel left. Rory and Paris are friends. So basically the
Season Finale didnt happen.
PAIRING: Later on in the story it will be a R/T, but for
this part there isnt any pairing.
CHARACTERS: Rory, Tristan, Paris
SUMMARY: This will later on answer Dez's challenge.
[Tristan and Rory finally realize they have feelings for
each other, but Rory won't admit it. When she finally
does, Tristan goes out and buys a little tiny piano or safe
and drops it on Rory's head because she would never go out
with him barring a piano or a safe falling on her head.]
Last Day of school at Chilton.
FEEDBACK: Please everyone. I'd like to know what your
thoughts are. See email above.
NOTE: AFTER recieving a nasty emails from one reader I
decided to change the title. Not because of you [you know
who I'm adressing if I replied to your private email] but
because i found a better way to thread the new title
throughout my story.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of it. The characters and
personalities created for them are thanks to Amy-SHerman
Palladino and im just borrowing them to write fanfiction to
show how much i love this show.
A/N: I'd like to thank Novi [ ooocougrswteooo@aol.com ]
for the help and engouragemnet she has given me. Thank you
for helping me catch any mistakes before posting this!
NOW ONTO THE STORY!! I hope everyone likes...especially
Dez since I'm gonna answer her challenge.
Chapter 1: No More Pencils, No More Books
*~* Last Day Of School *~*
The halls of Chilton were filled with many students
cleaning out their lockers for the summer break. Rory
decided to skip lunch to get this over with, seeing how the
bus would not wait for her to finish it after school.
Rory is kneeling down towards the bottom of her locker
shoving a stack of mostly, if not all, used notebooks
inside her bag. Folders, papers, and other miscellaneous
things where finding there way to her bag as well. Rory
finally finished and just threw it in there at the bottom
of the empty metal locker. She stood up and grabbed a book
off the shelf.
“Ha,” Rory looked at her locker amazed. “You’d think was
Mary Poppins,” she said to herself.
“Rory are you,” a familiar voice came up behind her and
hesitated, “talking to your self?”
Rory whirled around and came face to face with Paris. “I
said that out loud?” she was more questioning herself
rather than Paris. “I guess it must just be from the
massive amount of caffeine I consumed this morning,” Rory
finished this thought in one breath.
Paris stared at her. She’d never seen Rory act like this
or heard her talk that fast. Though she’d take this rather
than being enemies. Although despising each other was fun,
they both called a truce – for the schools sake.
“Ok Rory…well I’m going to go now,” Paris replied slowly.
“I advise you to go to the nurse if you start talking to
inanimate objects,” she recommended.
“Will do Doc,” Rory slammed her locker shut. “If you
excuse me I am going to go and be early for next period.”
Rory walked off down the hall and left a confused Paris.
Paris went back to discussing something with Louise,
quickly finishing up the conversation, and both heading to
class.
~*~ 8th Period – Mr. Medina ~*~
Mr. Medina had nothing planned, seeing how it was their
last day and all, so he let the class chat quietly amongst
themselves.
“Hey Rory,” Tristan turned to his right to reveal a
beautiful brown haired girl, sitting next to him, intently
reading.
Rory closed her book. “Hiya Tristan.”
“I was thinking-“ Tristans thought cut off as Rory cut in.
“That’s a good one! You think! Ha!” Rory laughed at him.
“I’ll ignore that seeing how you hyper, but may I continue
now please,” Tristan replied to her, getting frustrated
because what he was about to ask her wasn’t easy with her
comments.
“Sorry to slow you down. Let’s move ahead.”
“I was think- wondering,” he stopped himself and changed
his words, “since we’ve become good friends and all now…”
Tristan paused unsure if he should finish his thought up.
After all, all Rory wanted was a friend…nothing more. Rory
was hanging in suspense; she wanted to know what was going
on inside that mind of Tristans. The wheels were spinning
but no thoughts or words were coming out of his mouth.
“Maybe you’d like to…celebrate the end of the year.”
“Oh my god!! I can’t believe I didn’t get this on tape.
Damn, I knew I should’ve brought my tape recorder today,”
Rory almost burst out into laughter.
Tristan was very puzzled. ‘What did I say?’ he questioned
himself silently. “Tape? What are you talking about?”
His facial expression showed he was extremely perplexed.
“You silly!” she giggled. She made it through the year at
Chilton, made some friends finally, and had about 12 cups
of coffee this morning. She was feeling pretty darn good
and there was only 15 minutes left in the period, she
wasn’t holding anything back now. Tristan eyed her.
‘C’mon beautiful! Give me more than that as an answer,’
Tristan thought to himself.
“The cool cat Du Grey was,” Rory paused to make a shocked
gasp, “hesitant! Not his smooth, cool, confident,
arrogant, conceited, egotistical, chauvinistic-”
“OK!! OK!! I get it,” Tristan laughed. He knew she was
only joking, for the fact that Rory was an angel, too sweet
and innocent, to ever be that intentionally mean.
“Take your pick…I got more,” she smiled at him. “I’m only
kidding with you kid. Ya know I * love * ya,” she teased
him.
“Oh you so eh?” his trademark smirk, which Rory grew
accustomed to seeing, flashed itself across his lips.
“Put your ego on ice for a bit Blondie,” she replied to
him. “Ok being serious now. I’d love to celebrate.”
“There’s that love again. I knew you couldn’t resist me
forever,” Tristan joked. “What, where, and when you pick.”
END CHAPTER 1
Chapter 2: The Call
Rory thought about this. She took a couple minutes to give
it some thought. “Well at 7 you can join me for dinner at
the Gilmore House of Horrors located in your very own
Hartford,” Rory tried to sound like a carnival employee, in
reference to the house of Emily Gilmore on a Friday night.
“House of horrors?” Tristan questioned her.
“Well Friday nights I have dinner with my grandparents.
Usually Emily and Lorelai go at it. We’ll see what happens
that is if you want to come,” Rory answered him leaving the
decision up to him. The bell was about to ring
momentarily.
“I’d love to join you Ms. Gilmore,” Tristan said agreeing.
“Well call me later and I’ll give you directions,” Rory
instructed. She scribbled a number down quickly on a piece
of paper. “This is my moms cell incase she drags us to
Luke’s before you call. Bye,” and Rory was off to her
locker.
“But,” Tristan began being drowned out by the last bell
accompanied by the cheering. “I already know how to get
there,” he called after her but she disappeared into the
crowd. Tristan dashed out of the classroom, but to no
avail, she must have left already.
*~* Gilmore Residence *~*
* About 5pm *
A program on TV that Lorelai and Rory had been watching
just ended. Lorelai clicked the power off.
“Why’d you go and do that for?” Rory whined.
“I’m bored. Wanna go get coffee?”
Rory perked up. “Mmm. Coffee,” she cooed showing her
mother she was in agreement.
“I’m really in need of coffee,” Lorelai said to Rory while
putting on her shoes.
“No…” Rory protested. “You, dear mother, are in need of
your daily flirting session with Luke.”
“Uh!” Lorelai’s mouth was hanging down. “I doth pretest.
He’s just a friend,” Rory closed their front door and
followed the woman on a mission.
“What ever you say mom, what ever you say.”
~ Luke’s Diner ~
They walked into Luke’s and took a seat at the counter.
Luke turned around and placed two cups in front of them.
No questions asked. No arguments. He just filled both
cups with coffee-without saying a word or making Lorelai
beg. He left to attend his other customers.
Rory and Lorelai exchanged questioning glances.
“What’s wrong with this picture?” Lorelai whimpered,
missing her warm up sparring session to get her mind and
reflexes in shape for Emily Gilmore.
Luke glanced at Lorelai out of the corner of his eye. He
noticed she was concentrating on something and looked
confused. A small smile crept across his face. Lorelai
noticed it as he made his way back to the counter, which
made Lorelai continue her thought process. Luke walked to
the back to get plates of food.
“Thinking about Luke?” Rory sang in Lorelai’s ear breaking
her out of the trance.
“Laugh it up girlie girl, you have to sleep sometime.”
Just then Lorelai’s cell phone rang. She took it out and
about to press the button when Rory grabbed it from her.
“It’s for me I got it,” she said running outside.
~*~ Outside Luke’s ~*~
“Rory as I tried to tell you earlier before you dashed out
of the room. I was there for your birthday party
remember?” Tristan reminded her.
“I remember now, formerly wicked Tristan. Well meet us
there around 7,” Rory told him. “We * should * be there –
should being the keyword. It’s like pulling teeth trying
to get Lorelai out of the house,” Rory warned him.
“It’s ok. I’ll wait for you guys to show up before I make
my entrance,” Tristan was smiling at the other end of the
phone.
“Ok. I gotta go now but I’ll see you tonight,” Rory said
“Bye.” Click and they both hung up. Rory made her way
inside.
“Who was that?” Lorelai asked her.
“Tristan,” Rory quickly answered her.
“OOO!”
“What? He’s just a friend,” she informed Lorelai, using
the same statement she told Rory earlier.
“What ever you say daughter, what ever you say,” Lorelai in
turn mimicked her daughter. “So what did this ‘friend’
want?” Lorelai questioned her, using her fingers as
quotations for friend.
“I invited him for dinner tonight,” Rory told her.
“OOO,” Lorelai sang out again.
“Stop that. We’re just celebrating the end of school. Me
like Tristan more than a friend…that will NEVER happen,”
Rory said trying to end their discussion about Tristan.
‘Never say never,’ Lorelai thought to herself.
END CHAPTER 2
Chapter 3: World War 3…Gilmore Style
~*~ Emily Gilmore Residence ~*~
~ About 5 Minutes After 7 ~
“Sorry we’re late,” Rory, said to Tristan getting out of
the Jeep. Tristan was casually leaning on the side of his
car.
“No problem.” Lorelai came around the side of the car.
Tristan had his hand out. Lorelai took the out stretched
hand. “Good evening Lorelai Gilmore, I’m Tristan Du Grey.”
He brought her hand to his lips and places a light kiss.
“So I’ve heard. And quite the gentleman I see,” Lorelai
nodded to Rory. “And you’re lucky you called me Lorelai
because otherwise I’d have to hurt you,” Lorelai warned
him.
“And trust me…you don’t wanna mess with her.”
“I’ll remember that. I guess it’s a good thing Rory gave
me the heads up about calling you Miss Gilmore, huh?”
Tristan smiled as they made their way to the door.
“You gave him a warning?” she questioned Rory with shock.
“I guess we should go in.” Lorelai hesitantly rang the
doorbell. Emily answered it a moment or two later. “Late
as usual Lorelai.” Emily chided, almost walking away
without noticing Tristan. “And who is this young man?”
“Grandma, this is my friend. Tristan Du Grey.”
“Du Grey? Did I hear you say Du Grey Emily?” Richard asked
coming up to the door.
“Can we come in or are we not allowed to cross the boundary
line?” Lorelai asked. Emily ignored her and continued to
talking, taking everyone to the parlor.
“Ah. You came to Rory’s party didn’t you?” Richard asked,
faintly remembering their brief meeting.
“Yes sir, that was me,” Tristan answered him.
“Rory this was a nice surprise bringing your friend along,”
Emily smiled, knowing Tristan’s grandfather does business
with Richard. “Young man you are always welcome here.
Anytime, especially Friday night’s when we all have
dinner.”
“Don’t go picking out their China patterns mother,” Lorelai
warned her, seeing a certain look in her eyes. Lorelai
knew that look…the matchmaking look. She recognized it
from the dinner she set Lorelai up with some guy.
“What? I’m just being nice. Besides as Rory’s friend, he
is welcome whenever.”
“Thank you Mrs. Gilmore,” Tristan put on his winning charm,
but as far as Emily was concerned, his last name won her
over.
“Mira drinks,” Emily called to her. “And bring an extra
coke.”
“Mom don’t you mean Sarah?”
“Lorelai must we go over this again. I thought she said
Mira so that’s what I’ll call her until she tells me
otherwise,” Emily explained to her.
A young blonde woman walked into the living room with a
tray of drinks. She handed them out.
“Thank you Sarah,” Lorelai politely mentioned throwing a
glare in Emily’s direction.
“Excuse me ma’am, but its Hannah,” she corrected Lorelai
and went back to the kitchen to finish up some dinner
preparations.
“Mother!” Lorelai exclaimed in embarrassment. “That’s the
second time!”
“Lorelai will you keep your voice down. I’m a very busy
woman, excuse me if I don’t remember a few names,” Emily
snapped at her.
Lorelai was appalled at how her mother could do this. “So
how long has Hannah been working here?”
“I’m not sure. Not really important,” Emily went to change
the subject.
“Hannah, could you please come out here,” Lorelai called
back to the kitchen.
Tristan sat kind of jaw gaping.
Rory whispered in his ear, “What’s the matter?”
“Your grandmother doesn’t know who works for her he
questioned? And the way those two go at it you’d think
they were rabid dogs.”
“That’s nice to know Tristan. Wanna head up to my room?”
Rory asked, partially knowing she set herself up for one of
his sexual comebacks.
“No, I’m good,” he smiled. “I wanna see who wins.”
‘No comments. No normal Tristan sexual flirting,’ she
thought. She grabbed his arm and pulled him into the hall.
She continued pulling him upstairs until they entered her
room.
“Hey!” he yelled. “I wanted to watch them.”
“Change of plans.”
Tristan glanced around the room. “I never pegged you as
the teeny bopper type,” he commented noticing the boy band
poster.
~*~ Living Room … World War 3 ~*~
Hannah comes through the door.
“How long have you been working here Hannah?” Lorelai shot
the question at her as soon as she entered the room.
“Almost a month. About 3 and a half weeks.”
“Do you know the names of those who had this job before
you?” Lorelai continued her interrogation.
“Yes. Just before me was Kira who worked her for nearly
two months. Before that was Tina, who was only employed
for a week. And before her Sarah,” Hannah willing
responded to Lorelai’s inquiry.
“Thank you Hannah. That will be all.” As Hannah left the
room, Lorelai turned her gaze back to Emily. “Mother
you’ve had three new employees since Sarah or as you like
to call her Mira.”
“Really Lorelai I don’t see the point to this conversation
or understand why you are concerned,” Emily replied to her.
“I used to be like them. I was a maid at the Inn, a job
where no one knows your name. It’s nice to know that when
you work in a place such as someone’s home that they might
remember you!” Lorelai snapped, mentally going back to
those days at the Inn. None of the people staying at the
Inn spoke to her by name. All she was there to do was tidy
up the room.
Emily sat for a moment before speaking. “What would you
like me to do then Lorelai? Hmm??”
“Since your staff changes so frequently I think they should
be required to where name tags,” Lorelai suggested. It was
just an idea that popped out.
“Name tags Lorelai? Are you serious?”
“All in favor of name tags say ‘I’,” Lorelai called out.
There was silence. Lorelai and Emily looked around the
room for Rory and Tristan. All they found was Richard
asleep in a chair.
END CHAPTER 3
Chapter 4: The Past Repeats Itself
“Where did they go?” Emily asked her daughter as if she had been watching
them.
“Probably up to her room.”
“Alone?” she questioned the calm 32-year-old woman.
“Don’t be silly. They’re having a party with the Smurfs,” Lorelai joked.
“Do you ever take anything serious? Lorelai do you realize what they
could be doing?” Emily asked, as a thought a Lorelai 16 years ago flashed
into her head.
"I set my self up for that one didn’t I?” Lorelai mumbled to herself.
~ Through Emily’s Eyes ~
Emily was walking up the steps to Lorelai’s room. The door was closed
so she opened it. It was the night Lorelai and Christopher were going
to reveal to everyone that Lorelai was pregnant. Emily saw Lorelai
laying on the bed and Christopher on top of her. He was kissing her
passionately.
~ End Emily’s Flashback ~
“C’mon,” Lorelai called from the top of the steps as she realized Emily
was half way up.
Emily climbed to the top of the steps and the second door on the right
was closed. That was Rory’s room. Emily closed her eyes as Lorelai
opened the door.
“Hey Mom, Grandma,” Rory called to them as her and Tristan continued to
go through her CD’s, getting ready to switch from Rory’s PJ Harvey CD.
“You guys might want to come down. Dinner is being served,” Lorelai
advised following Emily down the stairs.
Lorelai followed Emily downstairs, closely followed the pair of non-stop
talking teenagers. Everyone moved to the dining room, where to no
surprise Tristan and Rory continued to talk about anything and everything.
Emily went into the kitchen quickly followed by Lorelai.
“Mira-Hannah. Could you please serve dinner now?” Emily angrily snapped.
“Jeez mom. After what just happened you should be relieved,” Lorelai
remarked to her mother, taking note of her mood.
“Relieved? Relieved that my granddaughter was in her room alone with a
boy?” Emily argued. “I can see you in her more and more. First that
night she didn’t come home. Now this. All it takes is one mistake like
yours,” Emily barked, realizing she may have been blowing this out of
proportion.
“How many times do I have to tell you, she is not ME! Sure I made a
mistake by getting pregnant. But the way that beautiful 16-year-old
girl, woman, turned out it was never a mistake. She is my life, my
reason for living. She was never and will never have been a mistake.”
Lorelai angrily returned and took a seat in the dining room.
Rory immediately noticed Lorelai was pissed off. “Mom, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing honey. I um…just knocked over one of Emily’s precious glasses,”
Lorelai lied through her teeth, not wanting Rory to know the real root
of their heated argument.
This didn’t fool Rory. She knew Lorelai usually called Emily mom unless
something happened, but Rory decided not to push her mother.
“Emily,” Richard called.
“Coming dear,” Emily came though the door, followed by Hannah holding
the tray containing the dinner. Hannah placed the covered silver tray
on the table. She took off the lid to reveal the dinner.
“Grandma, it’s the pizza we had!” Rory squealed in excitement.
"Yes, when we were trapped inside to do that snow,” Richard remembered.
“Well if it’s that old, I don’t want any of it,” Lorelai joked.
Tristan and Rory found Lorelai’s comment amusing and giggled over the
comment a moment with Lorelai.
“Don’t like it Lorelai, don’t eat it,” Emily barked at her. That reaction
seized and remnants of laughter Rory or Tristan were expressing. “I figured
in honor of you ending your first year at Chilton, we’d celebrate with
something you like.”
Everyone took a slice of the pepperoni pizza, even Lorelai. The parmaesean
was being passed around the table.
“Rory, Tristan do you have any plans for after dinner-“
“Dessert,” Emily corrected Richard.
“Dessert,” he finished.
“I don’t know. Nothing I guess,” Rory answered him.
“I have something planned but it’s a secret,” Tristan threw in surprising
Rory.
“Ooh, surprises. The Gilmore girl’s love surprises,” Lorelai accredited,
her spirits recaptured at the sight of her daughters happy expression.
She glanced around. “Well me and Rory love surprises,” she said,
acknowledging her mother with the callous statement.
~* Leaving Emily Gilmore’s Home *~
“Thank you Mrs. Gilmore for having me,” Tristan flashed an award-winning
smile.
“The pleasure was all mine,” Emily replied. “Good night Rory, Lorelai.”
Rory started walking out the door, “Night Grandma.” Lorelai and Tristan
followed her. Emily closed the door behind them.
“So Mr. I’m-Gonna-Kidnap-Lorelai’s-Playmate Du Grey, when can I expect
her home?” Lorelai questioned him.
“When would you like to have her back?”
“5 minutes from now. Ha ha! Just kidding. Midnight. That’ll give you
three hours,” she told the young ‘just friends’ teenagers. “Make sure its
by midnight…I wouldn’t want her turning into a pumpkin or peasant girl
while she’s in your care,” Lorelai teased the two eager teens. “Now off
with you. Out of my sight.”
“Thanks mom. I love you,” Rory gave her a hug.
“Love ya too kid,” Lorelai told her as she watched Tristan walked her
around to her side of the car an open the door for her.
“See you later Lorelai,” Tristan said before getting into his car and
starting it up.
“Bye,” Lorelai called out as she watched to two drive off.
END CHAPTER 4
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