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Nick and Rory
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G through L › House of Wax
Rating:
Adult +
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8
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Category:
G through L › House of Wax
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
2,612
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the movie that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Running
The rating will be R for now but I’ll bump it up to NC-17 soon. Tristan does not exist.
The only thing that Rory Gilmore knew right now was that she had to get away. She felt trapped within Hartford society and hated what it was doing to her. Her relationship with her mother was also going down the drain and she didn’t see any reconciliation in there future. Everything she once knew was slipping away and there was nothing she could do to stop the person she was becoming. All she knew was that she hated it. There was one person she knew she could call, who would support her through this her best friend Paris.
Rory: Paris?
Paris: Hey I thought you were supposed to be going to Davy and Martha’s Christening?
Rory: I know….
Paris: Ror there’s something you’re not telling me. What’s going on?
Rory: Paris I’m going away for a while.
Paris: On vacation?
Rory: Not exactly. All I know is that I’m going to New York.
Paris: What? Why? Did something happen?
Rory: I’ll tell you everything soon I promise.
Paris: You’re not coming back are you?
Rory: I don’t know.
Paris: Look Rory you’re my best friend so I’m going to support you on whatever it is you want to do. Just promise me you’ll be careful.
Rory: I will I promise. Paris I just needs one favor.
Paris: Sure anything, what?
Rory: Call my mom and tell her where I’m going.
Paris: Rory the whole concept of running away is not telling anyone where you’re going.
Rory: Oh god Paris you make me sound like an eight year old. I am not running away I’m going away.
Paris: And the difference is?
Rory: Just call my mom please.
Paris: Alright, I will. What about Logan Ror? You remember him you’re boyfriend.
Rory: Paris please I really don’t want to talk about Logan right now.
Paris: You may not want to but you’re going to have to. Cause; guess what sooner or later he’s going to realize that you’re gone.
Rory: Let me handle that Paris. I still have to figure out what I’m going to tell him.
The only thing that Rory Gilmore knew right now was that she had to get away. She felt trapped within Hartford society and hated what it was doing to her. Her relationship with her mother was also going down the drain and she didn’t see any reconciliation in there future. Everything she once knew was slipping away and there was nothing she could do to stop the person she was becoming. All she knew was that she hated it. There was one person she knew she could call, who would support her through this her best friend Paris.
Rory: Paris?
Paris: Hey I thought you were supposed to be going to Davy and Martha’s Christening?
Rory: I know….
Paris: Ror there’s something you’re not telling me. What’s going on?
Rory: Paris I’m going away for a while.
Paris: On vacation?
Rory: Not exactly. All I know is that I’m going to New York.
Paris: What? Why? Did something happen?
Rory: I’ll tell you everything soon I promise.
Paris: You’re not coming back are you?
Rory: I don’t know.
Paris: Look Rory you’re my best friend so I’m going to support you on whatever it is you want to do. Just promise me you’ll be careful.
Rory: I will I promise. Paris I just needs one favor.
Paris: Sure anything, what?
Rory: Call my mom and tell her where I’m going.
Paris: Rory the whole concept of running away is not telling anyone where you’re going.
Rory: Oh god Paris you make me sound like an eight year old. I am not running away I’m going away.
Paris: And the difference is?
Rory: Just call my mom please.
Paris: Alright, I will. What about Logan Ror? You remember him you’re boyfriend.
Rory: Paris please I really don’t want to talk about Logan right now.
Paris: You may not want to but you’re going to have to. Cause; guess what sooner or later he’s going to realize that you’re gone.
Rory: Let me handle that Paris. I still have to figure out what I’m going to tell him.