disclaimer in part 1

Going Home

by snoflaik

All the World is a Stage


“Hey Mom, I’m home,” called Rory as she hung up her coat and threw her purse
onto the table.

“Hey honey,” yelled Lorelei from the living room

“Donna Reed?!” exclaimed Rory was she walked into the room and saw what was
on TV, “I thought we discussed this mother.”

“There’s nothing else on,” whined Lorelei.

“It’s been a sad, sad night in the Gilmore house.”

“Speaking of nights, How was yours? I don’t see any bloodstains on your
clothing so that looks good. Any fist fights this time?” asked Lorelei
turning off the TV and turning to give her full attention to Rory.

“Funny,” replied Rory as she flopped onto the easy chair. She was so tired.
The night had actually gone surprisingly well, except for the fact that Dean
was quiet most of the time and the conversation usually consisted of Tristan
and Rory battling with each other and making jokes at some of the more
cheesy Indy films. Dean didn’t look like he was exactly having a blast
watching the two spar and laugh together.

“They were civil to each other at least. Dean was really quiet through most
of the night. I don’t think he liked the films.”

“Or maybe it was all of the flirting he witnessed,” commented Lorelei with a
knowing smile.

“We do not flirt.” defended Rory crossing her arms. “Ok maybe we get into
some heated arguments and maybe we might have monopolized the conversation
time a bit but it was not flirting.”

“What ever you say denial girl,” replied Lorelei, ”So no confrontation? No
emergence of Evil Tristan? No raging hormones of jealousy? Come on honey,
Lorelei needs her story time! You know I live vicariously through you so
spill!”

“It was fine. Nothing happened.”

“No fighting no yelling, no pulling Rory from both ends like in cartoons and
your arms getting really long?”
“Nope.”

“There’s gotta be something. Tell Lorelei. Please.”

“Fine, Dean keeps telling me that Tristan has feelings for me beyond
friendship. I always tell him to drop it but he brought it up again in the
car. I’m tired of defending our friendship to everyone. And even if he does,
I don’t fell anything like that for him. We’re just friends. Nothing more
nothing less.”

“You sure about that?” asked Lorelei.

“Positive.”

“Sure you are. No I believe you. No I do. I really, really do.”

-thwak-

Her response came in the form of a pillow being thrown into her face.

“You do know this means war?” stated Lorelei as she held up the pillow. “You
better start running.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Rory looked at the clock as she rolled over in her bed for what seemed like
the 100th time that night, attempting and failing to find a comfortable
position.

1:30

* I can still get 4 hours of sleep. * She thought as she rolled onto the
stomach and buried her head into the pillow willing herself to sleep.

“Ugh!” she yelled in frustration as sleep eluded her. * I just want to get
some sleep. Why is this so hard? *

After a while, she fell into that state in which you don’t know if you’re
awake or asleep. She started to go over that night in her head. Trying to
remember what had been said and what she had said in return. Dean’s
behavior was very strange and she suddenly wondered what exactly had been
going on between her and Tristan.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
-Hours earlier-

“Hey there,” greeted Rory was she opened the door and slid into the car.

“Hey back,” replied Dean as he leaned in to kiss her.
“Ack! We better get going. I told Tristan we’d meet him in front of the
theatre at 7:30 and it’s almost 6:45.”

Dean sighed as he put the car and gear and drove away from the curb. The
moment was inevitably broken, once again, by some mention of Tristan.

“I’m so excited about this festival,” exclaimed Rory.

“I’m excited too,” replied Dean, “I finally get to spend some time with
you.”

Rory just smiled over at him.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“Hey Rory,” greeted Tristan as they walked up to him, “Dean.” He added with
a nod.


Dean nodded back at him as Rory greeted him, “Hello. Sorry we’re late.”
“It’s ok. I’m usually the late one so I guess you’re allowed,” replied
Tristan teasingly.

“My humblest apologies.”

“Accepted, I’ll find some way for you to make it up to me.” He added with a
devilish smile.

Dean just stood back and watched the whole conversation unfold.

“Oh will you?” asked Rory, raising an eyebrow and continuing the usual flow
of there conversations.

“Count on it,” he replied still smiling at her.

Dean cleared his throat alerting them that he was still there.

“Well, we should probably go in and get a good seat.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“Oh John, I will miss you so when you go away,” exclaimed the actress on the
screen as she cried for the 75th time in the last half hour.

“Yeah almost as much as I miss the plot of this movie,” whispered Tristan to
Rory.

“And I will miss you as well, my love. Please don’t forget me.”

“Since I won’t forget those new implants you got.” Tristan smiled as Rory
broke out laughing and moved her hands onto her mouth, trying to muffle the
noise.

“We will be together again won’t we? This won’t be the last time I see you
handsome face will it?” whispered the actress as she pulled away and looked
into his eyes.

“I hope it is,” added Rory, grinning back at Tristan.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“But Doctor, how could this happen? I’m still a virgin,” inquired the
well-endowed blonde on the screen.

“Yeah and I’m the Pope,” snorted Rory.

“Maybe it was the Immaculate Conception?” asked Tristan trying to keep a
straight face and failing miserably.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“I’ll tell you where you can put that money,” yelled the women as she picked
up a vase
“Oh and where is that?” replied the man.

“Into a long term retirement fund?” inquired Tristan.

“Up your ass!” screamed the woman.

“Ouch, That wouldn’t be too comfortable,” commented Rory.

The man ducked as the vase flew at his head.

“I don’t think she liked his offer,” whispered Tristan.

“No, the flying vase was a symbol of love,” replied Rory sarcastically.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Rory flopped over again and smiled. And with those thoughts in her head she
slowly drifted off into sleep.

continues