TITLE: Summer of Love (5/?)
AUTHOR: freelance spice
EMAIL: freelancefics@a...
FEEDBACK: Yes, please. Especially since there's only a handful of
this stuff out there at the moment.
RATING: Currently PG, but working toward a solid R.
SUMMARY: Paris and Rory in DC, between Seasons 2 and 3.
PAIRING: Paris/Rory
DISCLAIMER: Not my characters, just giving them the good times
they deserve.
Rory shuffled into the hotel room and collapsed onto her bed. She glanced at the clock. It was just after eight o'clock, but she already felt exhausted. The phone rang. For a brief moment, Rory stomach dropped with the anticipation that it might be Paris.
"Hello?"
"Hi, sweetie!"
"Mom!" Rory was relieved, yet disappointed. "Hi."
"How's DC? Caused any scandals? Is the secret service tracking you? Ooo, are they monitoring this phone call? Because if so, I'd just like to say that I didn't mean to park in that red zone-"
"Do I need to find you a babysitter?"
"Please, no. I promise I'll be good."
"I don't want you staying up all night watching infomercials and getting cracked out on mallowmars."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Can I come home now?"
"What's wrong?"
"Paris and I got in a fight."
"Like a brawl? Are you sneaking into bars?"
"No, we got in a fight with each other."
"What happened?"
"You know, it's not a big deal. We'll work it out."
"Okay."
"She just takes everything so seriously. And she worries too much. And then she goes off on these crazy tirades and becomes incredibly frantic..."
"I can only imagine."
"And while I don't mind listening to her, it can be very difficult to get through to someone like that without taking extreme measures."
Lorelai gasped. "You punched her, didn't you?"
"Not quite." Rory hesitated. "I kissed her."
"I'm sorry, hon, that government tap is affecting the connection. It sounded like you said that you kissed her."
"I did."
"You kissed Paris?"
"Yeah."
"Wow."
"Are you mad?"
"What? No, sweetie, I'm not mad. That's not maddening material. You picking knife fights with gangs of kids in khakis would be cause for concern."
"What should I do?"
"I think this is one of those things you're gonna have to figure out."
"I hate those."
"I know. But for just 5.95 a minute you can call our tip line for a step by step walk-through. Please enter your major credit card number after the tone." Lorelai paused. "You're gonna be okay."
"Thanks, mom." Rory yawned.
"Hey, that's the sounds just like a sleepy kid I know. Get some rest. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Unless you don't want me to call. Would that be uncool?"
"You can call."
"Goodnight. I love you."
"Love you too, mom. Bye."
Rory hung up the phone and crawled back into bed.