This is my first story and I wrote it in like 10 minutes and didn't
proofread it or spellcheck it or anything so if u see any errors it's
all my falt. lol. Anyway read it because I think it's really good and
stuff n hopefully u will 2. Then send me feedback 'k? Cause I love
getting feedback on all my stories lol.
The Title Wave
By Jennifer Gilmore Danes-Dugrey
Rory's Room
"Mom," said Rory as she walked into the kitch. "I want to have a
party."
"But, it is not your birthday, why you want to have a party?" asked
her mother, thirty-two year old unmarried single mother with dark
hair Lorelai Gilmore.
"I don't know, I just do," said Rory, eating her usual breakfast of
tea and toast from the toaster. "I was thinking I could invite all my
friends from Chilton and how much fun it would be."
"Okay," said Lorelai, "But you can only do it if I can invite my
friends too."
"Then it'll be a big party," Rory said. "But okay."
Luke's Restaurant
"Rory wants to have a big party," I told Luke after I finished
begging him for coffee. He never lets me have coffee. I think he has
a problem with the coffee commericals or something, otherwise why
would he not let me have coffee? I love coffee. I love it more than
anything. Maybe that's it. "You're jealous!" I declared, my eyes
sparkling like lit-up blueberry signs at night in a field of darkness
where they sell blueberries.
"Am not," Luke declared while pouting and looking completely adorable
in his flannel shirt, his worn out baseball cap, Levis genes and
boots on his feet.
"Come to my party and bring ice like you did to Rory's birthday
party," Lorelai begged.
"Okay," Luke said.
Chilton School
"I am having a party. Please come," Rory said to Paris.
"You'll have to call my mother. She makes me go to parties and stay
till 10:30. I do not go to them on my own," Paris told her.
"Tristan will be there," Rory promised.
"Sold," said Paris, returning to work at her desk because it took a
lot of work to be the highest rated student in the whole school and
get A's on everything.
Rory looked across the room to where Tristan sat in his desk where he
sat every day because that was his desk and the teachers made him.
She thought about how handsome he looked and how nervous she was to
ask him to her party because she really, really wanted him to be
there. She thought about it so much that she didn't here the bell
ring and continued sitting at her desk with her pen in her hand. "Hey
Mary," Tristen said. "Why are you still sitting here? You'll be late
to your next class and if you're late you'll probably get expelled or
somethign specific like that."
"Tristan, I wanted to ask you something," said Rory. "So ask me," he
said. "Not here, we have to go someplace private." "ooh,
private." "Shut up!" Rory felt her face get all hot and red becuase
she was embarrassed. "In here, this is perfect." She steered him
toward the broom closet in the hallway that the janitor wasn't in.
"Why isn't the janitor in here?" asked Tristan, "This is his broom
closet."
"He is probably in the eraser room polishing his brooms," Rory said,
one of those castoff little jokes like she liked to say sometimes,
although usually when she was bantering with her mother because they
were good at trading little jokes like that back and forth haha
anyway back to the story. Rory pushed Tristen into the broom closet
and pulled the door closed. They heard a little noise, something that
sounded a lot like a lock being locked, trapping the two teenagers
into the closet, but they paid no attention to it.
"what did you want to ask me?" Tristen asked, because he liked to ask
lots of questions. Plus, why had she pulled him into the broom
closet? It must h ave been some kind of trick to get him alone.
"I am having a party, will you come to it, please?"
"Do you want me to come there, Mary?" asked Tristen.
"Of course why else would I have pulled you into the broom closet and
shut the door?" Just then the bell rang. Outside the sky started to
get dark, kind of like when there's going to be a thunderstorm, but
still far away. Rory wondered what her grandmother would think if she
knew she was pulling boys into broom closets to ask them things.
"I thought maybe it meant you liked me," Tristan said, sounding like
he was joking but of course he was very serious because Tristan
really wanted Rory to like him. That was why he called her Mary and
made fun of her and annoyed her all the time. Becuase Tristan was a
boy and boys do that when they like girls and don't know how to ask
them out. After all, it had worked well with all of the other
girlfriends Tristan had when he was sleeping with half the school
except for Paris, Louisa and Madeline who he had never dated because
we know they said he'd never dated them.
"Just come to the party okay?" Rory said, annoyed because Tristan
annoyed her but only in the way she was usually annoyed by boys she
liked, of which there had only been one before and that was Dean and
Dean hadn't really annoyed her until after they'd broken up and she
sighed because even thought she was completely in love with Tristan
whom she was locked in the broom closet with, Rory was sad and
depressed and lonely that Dean had broken up with her to become
Lane's science partner and get good grades and Starrs Hallow
Highschool.
Then Rory pushed on the door to try to leave the broom closet. It
wouldn't open! They were Trapped! "We are Trapped!" said Rory.
Just then there were growling running noises coming from beyond the
broom closet door, followed by screaming. "Let us out of here, we're
Trapped!" yelled Tristan. Then the screaming in the hallway was
quiet. Hours passed and then finally the janitor came back and opened
the door to the broom cloest with his key. "What are you doing in
here?" demanded him, the janitor.
"We got locked in," Rory said, slipping out past him. The hallway was
quiet and felt strangely cool and cold. "We heard a noise like wild
dogs went ripping through the school on a terrible rampage of death.
What happened?"
"Wild dogs went running through the school on a terrible rampage of
death!" said the janitor. "IT was terrible! You are so lucky youw ere
in the broom closet or the doggs might have eaten you all up! Now get
out of here."
"Wow, we sure were lucky," said Tristan, taking Rory's hand and
holding it. "What are the odds of us getting locked into the broom
closet on the very same day wild dogs go ripping through the school
on a terrible rampage of death?"
"It must be fate," said Rory, but then she started to get scared and
ran away, because that's what she did whenever a boy started to like
her.
"Mom I have a problem," said Rory.
"What's that honey?" Lorelai was tired after her long day of working
at the insurance office where she filed papers all day. She didn't
know why they needed the silly paper anyway. Or insurance for that
matter. She started to say something incredibly funny and amusing but
then realised Rory looked upset. "What's the matter, sweetheart?" she
asked.
"Whenever a boy starts liking me I run away."
"you know that's not true," Lorelai told her daughter Rory.
"Yes it is! When Dean kissed me for the first time I said Thank you
and then I ran away. And then wen we went to that dance I ended up
running in the snow with no shoes on . and when dean said "I love
you" I ran away from him too! Why do I run away from boys who like
me?" Rory lamented.
Lorelai had no answer for that one. "I have to cheer her up," she
thought silently to herself. "Where's my other shoe? I bet it ran
away with my socks. They've been having an affair and you didn't want
me to find out this way."
Rory laughed but she didn't really mean it. "I'm glad I'm having this
party," she thought to herself.
"So what happened at school today sweetheart?" Lorelai asked.
"Nothing," Rory said. "Oh, except there were wild mad dogs that came
running through the school on a terrible rampage of death."
"Did anyone get hurt?"
"I don't know. I have to do homework now." She went into the kitchen
where she studied until she was so smart her brain got all filled up.
"Oh no!" cried Lorelai. "We can't have the party! Friday's on Friday
and that's when we have to go to my parents for dinner."
"No!" Rory cried. "But we have to have the party."
"I know, we'll invite them. They will have a great time."
"Mom will you come to my party?"
"NO! Why should I come to a party that you're having?" Emily
asked. "Is it your birthday?"
"Mom, you know my birthday's in July. I think you were there
for that one," Lorelai said. "No, Rory's having a party and I know it
would mean a lot to her if you would come."
Emily thought about it for a moment. She really did love
being a part of her granddaughter's life. It was a nice gesture that
they'd even thought to invite her to the party. "On second thought, I
think I will come. When is it?"
"Friday," Lorelai said.
"I'm sorry, I thought I heard you say Friday," said Emily.
"I did say Friday."
"But that's impossible, we're having dinner on Friday."
"This time you can have dinner at our house," Lorelai
suggested. Her mother was silent on the other end of the line. "Mom?
Hello? Are you still there? Have you been abducted by aliens?"
"I think that's a splendid idea," said Emily.
"Being abducted by aliens? Well, whatever makes you happy, I
guess."
"No, our having dinner at your house. I'll be there at seven
o'clock sharp."
"What about dad?"
"He's away on business."
The night of the party finally came after only one day of long,
strenuous waiting by Rory. Finally she would get to see Tristan
again. She thought the party would be romantic and maybe he would
stop calling her Mary to demonstrate that he loved her. Although if
she'd thought about it harder she might have realized that if he was
going to make a move he might have done it when he realized the
terror of being the only two to survive the terrible rampage of the
mad wild dogs through the school. Except for Mr. Medina who had been
home that day with a terrible sexually transmitted disease he'd
gotten from sleeping with all the parents of his students because he
was a mean, horrible man. Or maybe he'd gotten it from sleeping with
the principal of Chilton whose name was Il Doochay, trying to get a
raise. "Yay party," thought Rory aloud as she decorated the house. "I
don't know if we should have the party," said Lorelai who heard her
thinking. "There's a big storm warning." "Who cares about storms
we're inside," said Rory. "Yes but your friends are coming from
Hartford which is twenty minutes away on the bus line. I timed it,"
said Lorelai. "We have to have the party," Rory declared. "Okay we'll
have the party," said Lorelai.
Soon the party guests arrived until the house was bursting at the
seams. But Tristan hadn't shown up. "Where is he?" Rory demanded,
running every other moment to look out the window.
"Lorelai I have to talk to you," said Luke, who tugged on Lorelai's
arm and made her go down the stairs with him into the basement where
it was dark and smelled like an old dark basement. "Ugh the
basement," said Lorelai. "I don't know why I bought a house with a
basement because I hate them. I never come down here." Indeed there
was no furniture or anything in the basement, proving she'd never
come down there. "We have to talk," said Luke. "I'm in love with you
but I've been too afraid to let it show." "Why Luke I've also been in
love with you but I've been too afraid to let it show. That's why
I've been dating Mr. Medina, Rory's teacher. Besides that he's a
charismatic serial killer and I really just can't resist
him." "That's why I've been dating Rachel, too!" said Luke and his
face brightened with a surprised smile. "She's a serial killer?"
asked Lorelai. "Well you never know," said Luke and they both laughed
because it was funny. "Well what do we do now?" asked Lorelai. They
both shrugged and went up the stairs, only, the door to the basement
was locked! "Oh no what will we do!"
Meanwhile the sky was getting darker and darker. Emily had arrived
and so had Tristan but Rory wouldn't go and speak to him because she
was embarrassed about liking him. "Honey I have to go it looks like
the weather is getting bad," said Emily Gilmore, Rory's
grandmother. "Thank you for inviting me to your party. I had a lovely
time. Where's your mother?" "she's around somewhere I guess." "Tell
her I had a lovely time," said Emily. "That was amazing!" said
Rory. "What was?" asked Tristan as they watched some of the other
guests leave because they too were afraid of the bad
weather. "Nothing," said Rory. Soon the house was empty and they were
alone together.
"Oh Rory I'm madly in love with you but I couldn't say it before.
Having everyone in our school be killed by wild mad dogs on a rampage
of terror made me realize I can't live without you. Rory will you
marry me?" Tristan pulled a small blue velvet box out of his pocket.
It had a hinge on one side and Rory opened the box and felt how soft
and velvety feeling it was underneath her fingers. Inside was a ring.
It was a perfect diamond cut 14 karat diamond ring, CGL certified,
set into the finest platinum and it fit exactly around her
finger. "Of course I'll marry you Tristan but on only one condition,"
said Rory. "What's that?" Tristan watched the ring on Rory's finger
because it sparkled and he liked shiny things. "You have to stop
calling me Mary." " I will," he swore. "Wait, what's that noise?"
There was a vague rumbling noise coming from outside the window.
"Oh no it s a title wave!" Rory yelled. "Mom! IT's a title wave!"
"What's that noise?" Lorelai asked in the basement where she was
still locked with Luke.
"I don't know but it sounds like a title wave," said Luke. "Or a
train. But whenever you hear a train it always ends up being a
natural disaster like a tornado or a hurricane or a train running off
its tracks."
"Or a title wave!" Lorelai screamed as the enormous title wave burst
through the entire town of Starrs Hallows. The door to the basement
burst open. "We're free!" yelled Luke. "Thank God! The smell of the
basement was really getting to me!" Lorelai cried, emerging to see
the title wave retreating from its path of horrific distruction.
"Oh my god, Rory, she's an amazing kid! Where is she?" Lorelai cried,
worried because of the title wave. "Rory!"
"Lorelai." Luke's voice was grim and there were tears on his face and
in his eyes and falling everywhere.
"NO!!!!" yelled Lorelai when she saw Rory lying on the couch as
though she was asleep except she was wet from the terrible title wave
that had taken her away from them. There was a perfect diamond
engagement ring on her finger. "Oh no," said Lorelai despite the
grief tearing through her entire body threatening to rip it apart
completely. "No no," She held Rory's body against hers, and it made
her all wet but she didn't care because she loved Rory and now she
had been killed by the terrible title wave. "And just last night she
was saying that she always ran away when boys liked her. If she'd run
away when she got this ring maybe she would have survived the
terrible title wave," Lorelai lamented in her sorrow. "I wish I had
died too and not been locked in the basement where I was safe from
the title wave. How will I ever live without my amazing daughter?"
And then she cried.
That's all for now, but if you send me comments I'll write more! You
won't believe what I have planned for the sequel but only if you send
me comments lol!
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