Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls; I just watch it on TV. I do own
the characters of Kristina and Jake, however. Umm, not much else I won,
though.
Author's Note: Tristan went to Military School, Dean and Rory broke up, and as for Jess, I dunno, they broke up, too.
"Hey Man, you can't do this to me." Tristan DuGrey pleaded, sinking down onto a leather couch. "Where am I going to find a roommate half as cool as you?"
Jake smiled laughingly at his friend. "I dunno."
"I hate girls."
"No, you don't."
"Yes, I do. A girl is making you move out, right? So therefore, I lose a roommate. I have the right to hate girls." Tristan was referring to his nearly ex-roomate's girlfriend. She was getting an apartment of her own, and wanted Jake to move in with her.
Jake just shook his head. The guy in front of him was not the Tristan. Tristan did not hate girls. He just didn't. Except, lately, he had been calming down his "Player-ness." Supposedly it was because he needed to focus on his grades, because if he didn't, Military school was a waste of two years.
"Hey, why don't you just put an ad saying 'Female Roommate Wanted.'" Tristan looked up with a smirk. "Except you never know who'll apply."
"Yeah, that just might work." Tristan got up and went into his room, finally leaving Jake to his peace.
Across the campus, Rory Gilmore was in the same predicament. Her so-called roommate was ditching her to transfer to Harvard. The school Rory would have gone to, if she hadn't chosen Yale.
"Come on, Kristina, you can't do this to me! Where the heck am I going to find another roommate that is half as funny as you?" In truth, Kristina reminded Rory a lot of her mother, Lorelei. "Stupid Harvard."
"Hey, didn't you want to go there like two years ago?"
"Yeah, but that was before you were accepted last week." Rory laughed, knowing she had no power over the situation.
Kristina laughed as well. "Maybe when I'm gone, you'll finally come to your senses and cut loose. Maybe go to a kegger every night, skip class at least once in your college career, get into some heavy drugs." Kristina trailed off as she saw the look of horror pass her best friends face. "Or maybe we could find you a new roommate."
Rory rolled her eyes, and grinned. "Or maybe I'll save time and go check out the bulletin board to see who's looking for one. Who knows? Maybe I'll meet the man of my dreams, who's a rich hottie." A familiar face popped into her minds eye at that moment, but was quickly filed under, 'Hells' Memories.' The next morning, Rory had time to kill until her next Journalism course. She was strolling through the quad when she reached the bulletin board. Out of the corner of her eye, a bright yellow flyer caught her eye. Taking it down and sitting on the bench next to the board, she read.
Female Roommate Wanted: Clean living space, a nice environment to study in. Located just off campus, a three minute walk to Heritage Hall. Spacious three room and two bathroom apartment. Roomate is a Journalism major and is well mannered. If interested, please call (707) 462-5577.
'This is just what I was looking for.' Rory thought as she strolled towards the payphone. 'Heritage Hall is where some of my classes are. And a Journalism major.Jackpot!'
Author's Note: Tristan went to Military School, Dean and Rory broke up, and as for Jess, I dunno, they broke up, too.
"Hey Man, you can't do this to me." Tristan DuGrey pleaded, sinking down onto a leather couch. "Where am I going to find a roommate half as cool as you?"
Jake smiled laughingly at his friend. "I dunno."
"I hate girls."
"No, you don't."
"Yes, I do. A girl is making you move out, right? So therefore, I lose a roommate. I have the right to hate girls." Tristan was referring to his nearly ex-roomate's girlfriend. She was getting an apartment of her own, and wanted Jake to move in with her.
Jake just shook his head. The guy in front of him was not the Tristan. Tristan did not hate girls. He just didn't. Except, lately, he had been calming down his "Player-ness." Supposedly it was because he needed to focus on his grades, because if he didn't, Military school was a waste of two years.
"Hey, why don't you just put an ad saying 'Female Roommate Wanted.'" Tristan looked up with a smirk. "Except you never know who'll apply."
"Yeah, that just might work." Tristan got up and went into his room, finally leaving Jake to his peace.
Across the campus, Rory Gilmore was in the same predicament. Her so-called roommate was ditching her to transfer to Harvard. The school Rory would have gone to, if she hadn't chosen Yale.
"Come on, Kristina, you can't do this to me! Where the heck am I going to find another roommate that is half as funny as you?" In truth, Kristina reminded Rory a lot of her mother, Lorelei. "Stupid Harvard."
"Hey, didn't you want to go there like two years ago?"
"Yeah, but that was before you were accepted last week." Rory laughed, knowing she had no power over the situation.
Kristina laughed as well. "Maybe when I'm gone, you'll finally come to your senses and cut loose. Maybe go to a kegger every night, skip class at least once in your college career, get into some heavy drugs." Kristina trailed off as she saw the look of horror pass her best friends face. "Or maybe we could find you a new roommate."
Rory rolled her eyes, and grinned. "Or maybe I'll save time and go check out the bulletin board to see who's looking for one. Who knows? Maybe I'll meet the man of my dreams, who's a rich hottie." A familiar face popped into her minds eye at that moment, but was quickly filed under, 'Hells' Memories.' The next morning, Rory had time to kill until her next Journalism course. She was strolling through the quad when she reached the bulletin board. Out of the corner of her eye, a bright yellow flyer caught her eye. Taking it down and sitting on the bench next to the board, she read.
Female Roommate Wanted: Clean living space, a nice environment to study in. Located just off campus, a three minute walk to Heritage Hall. Spacious three room and two bathroom apartment. Roomate is a Journalism major and is well mannered. If interested, please call (707) 462-5577.
'This is just what I was looking for.' Rory thought as she strolled towards the payphone. 'Heritage Hall is where some of my classes are. And a Journalism major.Jackpot!'