Hey Jules...(again!)

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Hey Jules!

Chapter 1

The "L" Word and Ammityville Horrors

"Jess Mariano! I am going to kill you!!" Rory Hayden screamed as she chased her friend down a long, spiraled staircase.

"Why, Lorelei Leigh Hayden, you shouldn’t do that. What would the tabloids think?" Jess laughed as he ducked into a hallway with Rory at his heels.

"How many times have I told you NOT to call me Lorelei! Rory! Rory! Rory! It’s simple, starts with "R" ends in "Y" and there is an "OR" in the middle. Say it with me: Ro-ry."

"Lo-re-lei!" Jess laughed.

"You die Mariano!" she yelled, collapsing on top of him in a large overstuffed chair.

"You’d never kill me Rory, you’re too nice, plus you need my connections."

"The first part was right, however I don’t think that I need your connections Mr. Mariano."

"Yes you do."

"I’ll just call Tristan and have him kill you."

Jess’ face contorted into a look of mock horror. "Oh no! The big blonde football jock is going to kill me!"

"You know, I bet I can get Paris to kill you. But how to do it? Hmm. That is just something I will have to ask her myself. Gotta go make a phone call, love ya Jess!" she called, skipping out of the room.

"You can’t turn my own girlfriend against me Hayden!" Jess shouted.

"Try me hon."

"You wouldn’t!"

"I would!"

Rory ran giddily up the stairs and flopped onto her bed. She picked up the glittery hot pink phone she had received for her 14th birthday, (Lorelei’s doing) and punched in Paris’ number.

"Hey Paris!"

"Rory?"

"The one and only!"

"Well, actually there are two of you. Your mom’s name is Lorelei too."

"Yes, well, I’m the only one who goes by Rory."

"This is true. Why did you call me at…well I don’t have a clock but it’s Saturday morning and you never wake up before 12 noon on the weekends."

"Jess spent the night."

"That explains all."

"You know him well don’t you?"

"Every inch of his sexy body."

"Paris!"

"What! He’s my boyfriend, you say stuff like that about Tristan all the time."

"Yeah well, I’ve known Jess since we were both in diapers. I’ve seen him pick his nose and scratch his butt. I could never think about him that way, it’s just gross."

"Back to my previous question. Why did you call me?"

"Jess was being mean."

"And you told him that you’d get Tristan to kill him for calling you Lorelei. Then he made a lame remark about a big blonde football jock coming to kill him. So you said that you’d call me and get me to kill him. He told you that you couldn’t turn his girlfriend against him. You said, ‘try me.’ He said, ‘you wouldn’t!’ again and then you ran up the stairs to call me. Am I right?"

"You know Paris maybe you should look into the psychic business, instead of being, and I quote: ‘the greatest reporter that the New York Times will ever see. How’d you know?"

"We go through this every week with you Rory. If you tell me that Jess is being mean to you, then I know that he did it. Or, if you say that Robbie is stupid and you hate having an older brother, and I’m so lucky that I’m an older child, then I know that Robbie pulled something. You really are way too predictable for me Hayden."

"Humph! Now you’re being mean!" Rory whined into the phone, although in reality she was smiling.

"Oh shut up Rory!" Paris laughed good-naturedly.

"I’m going to call Tristan. He’ll make me feel better."

"You do that. Tell him I want to double with you guys sometime at the movies."

"Bye Gellar."

"Later Hayden." CLICK

Rory walked over to where her computer was and began to check her email. There were about three from Tristan, all wanting to know when she and Robbie were going to Venice again, because he and his parents were planning a trip too. One from Robbie, although she couldn’t figure out why he sent her emails because they lived in the same house. A very big house, but the same house nonetheless. There was also one from Jess, but upon looking at the subject, which was ‘Lorelei, Lorelei, Lorelei!’ she promptly deleted it. She looked at her buddy list. Noting that Tristan was on, she clicked on his screen name and began to type.

BluEyedBookWorm: Hey


EvilSexGod: Hey. Get my email?


BluEyedBookWorm: Yep, all three of them. Why didn’t you just come over and ask Mom?


EvilSexGod: 2 lazy


BluEyedBookWorm: You really are quite lazy


EvilSexGod: You aren’t supposed 2 agree!


BluEyedBookWorm: That’s the beauty of it all, I can!


BluEyedBookWorm: I want u 2 come over


EvilSexGod: Y?


BluEyedBookWorm: I miss u and I’m bored out of my mind


EvilSexGod: Should have known


BluEyedBookWorm: R u coming?

BluEyedBookWorm: Mom, Dad, and Robbie are all out for the day


EvilSexGod: And Mariano?


EvilSexGod: He called you the ‘L-word’ again, didn’t he?


BluEyedBookWorm: Yes. Paris won’t kill him 4 me though. She wants us 2 all double.

BluEyedBookWorm: Coming?


EvilSexGod: Already there. IMed you in the limo.


Rory left the computer and almost flew down the stairs to where Tristan DuGrey was waiting for her.

"Missed me?" he chuckled, pulling her in for a kiss.

"Immensely," she answered, turning her head, so that he caught her ear instead of her mouth.

"That wasn’t fair!"

"All’s fair in love and war. Wait, no it’s not. They should really change that saying, you know?"

"No, I don’t know. Would you like to enlighten me Miss Hayden?"

"Maybe later." She grinned, hopping onto his back and commanding him to carry her up the staircase and into her room, where they both collapsed onto the floor.

"You weigh too much."

"Says the quarterback of the Varsity football team."

"What are we doing today while your parents are out of the house Jules?"

"What we always do when my family is gone, duh!"

"Make out on the couch and eventually rip each other’s clothes off in a torrent of passion?" he asked smirking.

"No, the other thing we always do."

"Snoop through Robbie's room?" he tried, hopefully.

"No Tristan! The other, other thing we do when my family is gone!"

"Watch movies in the basement on beanbags and mock many of them together?"

"Ding! Ding! Ding! We have a winner!"

"What do I win?"

"The choice of which movie we watch first of course!" she laughed.

As soon as they got down to the basement, which had Jules’ Haven spray painted on the wall, courtesy of Tristan, they flopped into their respective beanbags. Although there was a beanbag for each member of the family, and also one for Tristan, Maddie, Jess, and Paris, Rory and Tristan were the two who frequented the basement.

Rory remembered when Robbie and Tristan had revealed the basement to her. It was last September, on her 16th birthday. They had been avoiding her all week, and Maddie and Paris were keeping mum on the subject. So she basically hid from them all week, seeking refuge in the school library whenever possible. Tristan and Robbie had blindfolded her and led her down the stairs. When she opened her eyes, she was astounded. There were poofy beanbags all over the place. Hers was turquoise (her favorite color) and had the word "Jules" embroidered on it. Tristan’s was a beautiful hunter green and had "Evil Sex God" embroidered on it. Lorelei’s was hot pink and read "Exalted Coffee Queen". Chris’ was blue and said "Harley Hayden". Jess’ was black (well duh!) and read "Dodger". Paris’ was purple and said "Workaholic". Robbie's beanbag was bright read and had "The Robster" embroidered on it and Madeline’s was a vibrant yellow and had "Madz" on it. Rory laughed as she looked at all of them and then retorted,

"You couldn’t come up with anything better than ‘The Robster’?"

"I never got a nickname, it’s always just been ‘Robbie’."

She laughed and admitted it was true, and then began to search out the rest of her new hideaway. There was a 52-inch flatscreen TV on the wall and a DVD player hidden in a cabinet that was built into the wall. Rory opened it and gasped. Any movie she could ever want to watch was in there. In one corner there was an overstuffed armchair and a lamp. Towards the base of the chair "Jules" was once again embroidered. Built into the wall was a bookshelf which held first editions of all of Rory’s favorite books. That was the best birthday gift she ever could have been given and she told them so over and over again that day and every day for the next week. Tristan, who was patiently and consistently tapping her on the knee snapped her out of her reverie.

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"Hmm?" she asked him, looking down into his eyes which were completely focused on her at the moment.

"There will be some talking between us before we begin the movie mocking process Juliet."

"Okay, what?"

"We need to talk."

"I know that. What do you want to talk about?"

"The lack of affection which our relationship is currently experiencing."

"A bet."

"What?"

"There us no affection or romantic touching going on between us because Robbie and I have a bet going."

"What’s the bet?"

"The person who can go the longest without being romantically affectionate in any way towards their significant other wins a deluxe coffee maker from the loser."

"Why not go and buy one? You have the money, you know."

"I know. But it’s much more fun this way."

"Not for me it isn’t," he mumbled. "Robbie isn’t here. He’ll never know. I came over here so that we could kiss you know."

"I’d kiss you, but he’d know. He’s got security cameras in every room in the house and like 5 in my room."

"What about my house?"

"There too." She admitted.

"So that little punk is watching me sleep and pee?"

"Nah, he only checks the house when I’ve been over. And he knows when I’ve been over because he sees me leave the house."

"He seems to have this whole thing planned out to the extreme."

"If you remember, and you should because you’ve been his best friend since like forever, Robbie hates being proven wrong, and he hates to lose even more than that."

"This is true."

"Don’t worry. I’ve got my own cameras. And not only are they in our house, but their in Maddie’s house and Chapman, and the mall, well those aren’t really mine, but I’m friends with the security guards. And I have them at Paris’ and Jess’ too. I don’t have any in the bathroom, but I don’t think Robbie knows that. All I have to do is catch him in the act and I win!"

"And then I can kiss you right?"

"You have a one track mind."

"Answer my question."

"Fine as soon as I win, I will kiss you."

"More than once?"

"Tristan! Pick a movie, NOW!"

"Touchy, touchy. Okay, I choose Ammityville Horror."

"What! You know that movie freaks me out!"

"Yup. You’ll be cuddling with me for the entire movie. And cuddling isn’t kissing, so I’m not breaking your stupid bet with Robbie."

"Okay," she sighed, popping the film in and scooting her beanbag closer to his.

Two Hours Later

Rory had her head buried in Tristan’s lap as the Lutz family drove away from the posessed house. The credits rolled on, "George and Kathleen Lutz never returned to claim any of their belongings. They now live in a different state."

"I hate you," she mumbled sitting up.

"Love you too."

"Lucy I’m home!" a loud voice called down the staircase.

"In here Ricky!" she called up.

"Ha! Tristan is here and that means you two kissed and it means that I win, you lose. I get the brand new, top o’ the line coffee maker!" Robbie laughed delightedly.

"I think not. Go back over the tapes if you don’t want to believe me, but there was no kissing whatsoever between the two of us. Cuddling, yes, but that isn’t kissing. And it was also because he made me watch Ammityville Horror."

"I’m gonna check tonight."

"You do that. Why are you wearing a turtleneck all of a sudden Rob?"

"Got cold."

"It’s like 90 degrees outside! Madeline gave you a hickey, didn’t she?" Rory asked with a devilish grin on her face.

"No."

"Lemme check."

"No."

"Did she give you one?"

"No."

"Then let me check!"

"No!"

"Then tell the truth!"

"Fine. I gave her one, and then she gave me one."

"I win! I win! I win! I win!" Rory shouted, pulling Tristan up from his beanbag and running back up the stairs with him in tow.

"Can I kiss you now?" he asked eagerly.

"Yep," she answered, letting out a soft giggle as he scooped her up in his arms and leaned in, pressing his lips lightly against hers. She shook her head and captured his lips with hers, savoring his taste as her hands began to run up the sides of his face and into the tousled mess of golden locks commonly called hair, massaging his scalp with her fingers. Tristan’s hands made their way from under Rory’s knees to cupping her butt.

"Nice ass Miss Hayden, been working out?" he muttered into her ear, hooking it with his teeth and causing her to let out a squeal.

"Hey, hey, hey!" a voice reprimanded. "Not while I’m in the house." Rory lowered herself from Tristan’s embrace and turned to find her father grinning and shaking his head at the two teens. They went upstairs, but Robbie was in his room with Maddie, Jess was in Rory’s room reading Oliver Twist and Lorelei was in the basement watching cartoons on the plasma screen in her fuzzy pink slippers and hot pink beanbag.

‘There are way too many people in this house!’ Rory thought as she and Tristan headed out the front door and in the direction of his house so that they could be alone.

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I know, 3 in a row, sorry. but i had to finish posting chapter one, and then i had to ask you dudes to please tell me what you think, so...
that was chapter one! whaddya think?

Bye
Christina

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I like it!

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ooh! thanx.
wanna see chapter 2?
Bye;)
Christina
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[bellamia1029]

Of course!!! I hope you post it soon!!! TEXT

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Chapter 2

The History of the Prejudice of the Potato Chip


"I still can't believe I actually won!" Rory gushed to Robbie as they headed out the door to pick up Paris, Madeline, Jess, and Tristan for school.
"I can't believe it either! You set me back $2500!" He whined genially.
"Oh give it a rest! You know you could go out and buy yourself the same damn coffee maker you had to buy me," she pointed out. "You certainly have the money. Hello John!" she greeted the chauffeur brightly.
"Good Morning Miss Hayden, Master Hayden." He returned respectfully.
"How many times do we have to tell you John, we aren't like our grandparents; you can call us Rory and Robbie. And enough with the 'Miss and Master' shit, it drives me crazy. Listen, I know it was part of your training, and its proper etiquette to call us that because our parents employ you, but use that stuff around our grandparents, and even our parents sometimes, just not us. Do we have a deal John?"
"We do indeed Mast--I mean, Robbie."
"Good, I'm glad." Robbie grinned climbing into the limo.
"So how are things going with you and Maddie, Rob?"
"I couldn't ask for anything better. She's wonderful. She's sweet and thoughtful and so much better all around than any of those ditzy cheerleaders that I dated before her." His features visibly brightened as soon as Rory brought Madeline up.
"God I hated those days. Remember when Mom kept trying to get me to try out for cheerleading, and Dad kept saying no, because dealing with your girlfriends was enough to drive him insane, and then Mom told him that he already was?" Robbie nodded. "Well, I'm glad you two are finally together. All those months of shameless, open-air flirting between my big brother and one of my best friends; it was horrible! Tristan and I had fun mocking you in the basement though."
"Hey! What about the YEAR of shameless open-air flirting between my baby sister and my best friend? I had to go through a whole year of that stupid stuff, and you only had to suffer for 4 months."
"It's true."
"You mock us?" he asked, after a couple minutes of quiet contemplation.
"I plead the fifth," she giggled as Paris and Tristan climbed into the limo. Tristan held Rory on his lap, and Paris took the other seat next to Robbie.
"What are we pleading the fifth on?" Tristan asked keenly. Rory just shook her head and laughed.
"Fine." He pouted, earning himself a kiss on the cheek from Rory.
"Jules, my family is European, you have to kiss the other cheek too."
"They only do that IN Europe. Luckily for myself, we aren't in Venice until June."
"Are you saying you don't want to kiss me?"
"No."
"Then what?"
"You eat Sour Cream and Onion potato chips."
"So, I have bad breath?"
"The chips! The chips! Beware the chips!!" she shrieked.
"What's all this talk about chips?" Jess asked as John helped him and Madeline into the limo.
"You are being discriminative towards flavors of chips Rory. That is called Chip Prejudice, and it is very, very wrong." Robbie said, working hard to keep a straight face as he proceeded to tell the entire car, including John about the horrors of Chip Prejudice.
"Either pick another kind of chips, bring a toothbrush and some toothpaste, a whole lot of mints or just deal with not being kissed or held at all until that horrible smell is gone." Rory said, turning her nose up in the air and plugging it.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, we have arrived." John notified the six teens who were now laughing hysterically about 'The Prejudice of the Potato Chip."
"Thanks John." Rory called up to the front.
"Get ready for the mob guys," Robbie warned as a sea of red and black plaid rushed towards the limo and enveloped him as soon as he climbed out of the limo. He shook his head and nodded to the other five teens that were laughing hysterically in the car.
"I told you. I never get a moment's rest." He laughed. "Hey, listen, I was thinking about getting tickets to see Evanescence next Friday night, do you guys want to come with?"
"Sorry Robbie," Tristan said, nestling his face into Rory's deep chocolate brown hair. "Rory and I have a poetry reading to attend at um, what was the name of that place honey?"
"I can't believe you don't remember the name of the coffee shop that we frequent Tristan, it's really quite shameful considering you are the one who introduced me to it."
"So then you don't remember the name of the place either Jules?"
"No," she admitted, hanging her head.
"For shame, for shame," he said, playfully waggling his finger at her.
"At least I remember the poet," she told him in defense of herself. "Tonight it is Robert Frost."
"I liked some of his poems, but others really confused me." Tristan divulged to her.
"That," Rory declared, "is the mark of a truly great poet. To the untrained eye, many of their writings may seem confusing, or as though they are only rambling on and on, but to one who thinks outside the box--"
"Saved from Rory's musings about poems by the bell," Robbie said with a grin, heaving a sigh of relief as the bell for first period rang, and he walked off to Drama with Madeline.
"You don't think I ramble do you?" Rory asked, her eyes getting wider by the minute.
"No, you don't ramble, you think out loud." Tristan assured her.
Deciding she was satisfied with his answer, she gave him a soft kiss before sitting in her customary seat, right in front of him as their Journalism advisor, Ms. Ortiz walked in.
"Morning guys." She greeted the dozen or so students sitting haphazardly in the scattered seats. "I have just received word that a new student, Summer McDaniel has submitted an essay to be reviewed so that she may join the paper when she starts here at Chapman next week. I will give each of you a copy of the original so that you may make corrections and comments, then I will hand all of your papers over to our editor-in-chief, Miss Hayden and she will read over your notes, ultimately making the final decision of whether or not she will be allowed to join the paper."
Rory nodded as Ms. Ortiz asked if she would be all right with that amount of work, and then set to work on the computer in front of her, finishing the layout of that week's paper. Tristan grabbed the ends of her hair between his fingers and began to play with them.
"Tristan, don't you have something else you could be doing."
"You," he said simply.
"I walked right into that didn't I?"
"You were a goner from the get-go." He informed her, going back to playing with her hair.
"You are so infuriating sometimes."
"And yet I have been going out with you for…hmm…one year in about two weeks. May 15th, am I right?"
"You are."
"What do I win?"
"A new assignment, here." She said, a playful grin appearing as she shoved a piece of paper into his hands, and looked up into his confused eyes.
"In 1st period, I'm not your girlfriend, I am your editor, and as such, I expect--" she was cut off as the bell signaling the end of 1st period rang.

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"Are you my girlfriend now?"
"Maybe."
"What does that mean?" he asked, bewildered.
"It means that you might be mad at me when you look at the piece of paper that has your assignment on it."
"What does--Rory!"
"Huh, you never call me Rory, you must really not want to do this."
"Of course I want to do this, what could be more enjoyable than going and scouting out all of the coffee-houses in the Manhattan area?" he asked sarcastically.
"Doing it with me?" she asked, smiling slightly.
"Come on Jules, you know I am an excellent writer, why did you have to give me a beginner's piece?"
"Hey!" she exclaimed, "FYI, I gave you the best damn assignment of all the people in there this week. Only a true coffee lover could critique coffee, but true coffee lovers would be biased, so I had to give you the assignment. Besides, you are the one who knows best exactly what coffee should taste like, after all you are best friend to one Hayden, boyfriend to another, and my mom thinks of you like her own son, well actually she likes you more cause you--"
"I get it Jules. So when do you want me to do this thing then?"
"This weekend, after the poetry reading."
"Why not during the poetry reading?"
"Because we will be snuggled cozily together listening to a great man's literary works."
"Drinking coffee, yes?"
"Do you honestly think I wouldn't be drinking coffee? When have you ever seen me without a cup of coffee?"
"Um," he thought.
"I rest my case."
"Hey Robbie, Jess. Where are the girls?"
"Oh, Paris had something she needed to do, so she pulled Maddie away with her." Jess waved his hands in the air dismissively.
"She's just in the bathroom." Tristan mused.
"Huh?" Robbie asked.
"Honestly, you're the one with the baby sister, you should know about this, not me!"
"Know about what?"
"Jeez Robbie, you are completely clueless!" Rory sighed. "Girls always go to the bathroom in pairs. They're only in the bathroom, they should be--oh, look here they are now." She said as Madeline and Paris emerged from the bathroom.

That Evening

"Tristan! Where are you taking me?" Rory giggled softly as she was led barefoot and blindfolded somewhere by Tristan.
"I can't tell you that Jules, then it wouldn't be a surprise, now would it?"
"I hate surprises," she sulked.
"No you don't, at least you won't hate this one, I hope."
"I can hear stuff under my feet, we aren't inside are we?"
"Um, no. You wouldn't be barefoot if I took you to a restaurant would you?"
"I dunno Tris, you are pretty strange sometimes."
"Hey!"
"Are you ready now?"

"Yeah, just a sec, okay, now sit down and open your eyes." He directed her.
When Rory pulled the blindfold off, she was astounded. He had led her to a clearing in the middle of a beautiful forest. There was a picnic blanket, rose petals scattered everywhere, a picnic basket, a boom box and of course; coffee!
"It's beautiful baby."
"Really?"
"Really, really." She assured him.
"Good, I'm glad you like it."
"Why did you all of this? It isn't our anniversary for another two weeks."
"Today was the day that I realized I had feelings for you. It took another 12 months for me to get up the nerve to ask you out and then a whole week for you to agree to go out with me. It was worth the wait." He admitted as he held out his hand to her. "May I have this dance Miss Hayden?"
"Certainly Mister DuGrey." She giggled softly as he pulled her into the fallen leaves and they both swayed barefoot to the music, which was softly drifting from the stereo to where they were holding each other closely.

Here we are

In the arms if one another

And we still

Go on searching for each other

Knowing that hate is wrong,

And love is right

For us tonight

Rory smiled into Tristan's shoulder as she breathed him in. she knew now that she loved him completely. Tristan saw her stealing glances at him and smiled down at her, his eyes twinkling with laughter as he pressed his lips to hers softly.
"You're beautiful Rory."
"I'm not even dressed up, I don't have make-up on and my hair is all m--"
"I think you are the most beautiful person in the world." He interrupted her, pressing his finger up against her lips and shaking his head at her argument.

When I look

Into your Spanish Eyes

I know the reason why

I am alive

And the world is so beautiful tonight

It's a place I've never been

And it comes from deep within

And it's telling me that

I'm about to win first prize

Knowing all I have to do

Is reach out my hand to you

Anytime I want to

Look into your Spanish Eyes.

"I'm so lucky to have you Jules. I don't know what I would do if I didn't. I can't believe that when I first met you I called you Robbie's kid sister."
"Yeah. Especially since you are in the same class as me, and only older by 26 days."
"You are ruining my moment Jules."
"Sorry babe."
"I might forgive you if you kiss me."
Rory just laughed and gave him a small kiss on the corner of his mouth.

Let it be

If we're nothing more than dreamers

Who believe that we see the wall between us?

How could they be in my heart?

And in my mind

When all I could find

When I look

Into your Spanish Eyes

I know the reason why

I am alive

And the world is so beautiful tonight

It's a place I've never been

And it comes from deep within

And it's telling me

That I'm about to win first prize

Knowing all I have to do

Is reach out my hand to you

Anytime I want to

Look into your Spanish Eyes

I loved you from a distance

Thought I couldn't reach that far

I can't believe how close that we are

When I look into your Spanish Eyes

The world is so beautiful tonight

It's a place I've never been

And it comes from deep within

And it's telling me

That I'm about to win first prize

Knowing all I have to do

Is reach out my hand to you

Anytime I want to

Look into your Spanish Eyes