A/N: Yes, I'm back. And I know I should be working on TSA, but unfortunately, this has been distracting me for weeks. I've been wanting to do it for ages, and I had half of it written, but I only just now got up the nerve to do it. Reward me for posting it and review?
Disclaimer: If I owned Gilmore Girls, I'd have many more shoes. Seeing as I have four pairs, it's safe to assume that I don't own.
Enjoy!
"Please Rory?"
"No."
"Pretty please?"
"No."
"Please please please!"
"The answer is still no Mom."
"Oh c'mon. Loinfruit! Lovely little fruit of my loins! Please? Just a tiny little favor for my mommy?"
An annoyed sigh escaped from Rory Gilmore, her blue eyes rolling as she chastised her mother.
"You have no shame. Why do I even need to do this again?"
Lorelai Gilmore, mother to Rory and currently the person with no shame, spotted the signs of her daughter's resolve weakening.
"It's that blonde woman again. The annoying one with too much perfume. Remember? She stayed at the Inn a while back, while you were helping out during one of your days off. Well, she certainly remembers you and I. And apparently, she started an online dating service. Her memory of us, beautiful as we are, stuck with her, and she felt that we would be the perfect people to help test run the dating service. Seeing as I am currently dating Luke, this is impossible for me. But she won't stop bugging me about getting you to do it. Save mommy's sanity loinfruit! Sign up for me," begged Lorelai, her identical sets of blue orbs meeting her child's.
Rory grimaced at her mother. This argument had been carried out for well over the week that Rory had been in town from between stops of the campaign trail. Unfortunately, it didn't seem to be going away like she had hoped it would after the initial first day of repeatedly shouting "NO!" at her mother. In fact, her incessant pleading seemed to have grown far worse and the pleas only louder as Rory's destined departure grew closer. Desperation made her mother shameless, although Rory had already figured that much out.
Sighing again, Rory questioned further, still cautious. "Is the site safe? Viruses? Are they going to be letting anyone on? Is it anonymous?"
"The site is safe, no viruses, they will require background checks for those who use it, which means it's exclusive. It's restricted to the East Coast area anyway, so it's even more exclusive. You get invited, you don't get to join. And yes, it is anonymous. Only the people in control of the service know who is who. You can choose if you want to reveal who you are and where you live to whomever you get paired up with. It's your decision."
Running a hand through her hair, Rory let out a long breath. "Okay. I'll sign up for Hart2Hart. But if I get kidnapped…"
"I'll make sure to pack you a lunch," Lorelai supplied, a grin alighting on her face.
A similar conversation, although at a much slower pace was currently being held at the offices of Truncheon Books, somewhere in Philadelphia.
"Look, Jess, Hart2Hart promised to give us advertising on their site if only one of us would join," said the first young man, Chris, his voice reasonable, as if speaking to a child.
"You know how much Truncheon needs this, Jess. And you're the only one single enough to do this! Plus, you're very pretty," appealed the other man, Matt.
"Isn't it an anonymous website?" A nod came from Matt. "Then no one will know what I look like. Complimenting my looks is getting you nowhere in this argument, moron," said the third male in the group, rolling his eyes at the now humbled Matt.
Adamant as he was, Jess felt the truth behind his co-workers words. Truncheon did need this, and it would help advertise. Running a hand through his hair, he muttered something along the lines of "Fine," to which was responded to by joyous whoops from both friends.
"You're gonna get a lady friend!" sing-sang Matt, twirling around the room giddily.
Shaking his head, Jess only wondered what the hell he had just gotten himself into.
"What's your name going to be?"
"Well, Mother. Look at the empty box with the little line blinking in front of it. The emptiness would normally indicate that I had yet to decide on one," said Rory, her tone already tired as she looked at the box.
"It looks so sad and lonely," Lorelai said, a pout appearing on her lips. "Oh! I know! Loinfruit! That could be your username!"
"Oh yes, because not only is it completely attractive, but I mean, how could someone resist a name that included their mother's loins and fruit? That's a sure way to find a male suitor."
Lorelai giggled. "Hehe. Male suitor," she snickered, earning her a glare from Rory.
"I just want it to convey the right message across. I don't want to seem like a mommy's girl, –"You are a mommy's girl!" – But I don't want to seem like I'm too uptight or selfish or ugly or-"
"Rory! Sweet, sweet, obsessive Rory! Just pick a name that sums you up well. You're putting way too much thought into this," soothed the elder Gilmore, still struggling to hide her giggles. "What are some nicknames you've had in the past?"
"Uhm…Well. Logan called me Ace. And Finn and Colin and the rest of the LDB called me Reporter Girl. Oh, and at Chilton, they called me Mary." Despite the year that Logan and Rory had been broken up, Rory still felt a pang at his name. Loneliness was becoming a factor in her life that constantly led her to regret over not being in a relationship. Not that she regretted saying no to Logan. At times though, she realized that she missed being with someone, in a selfish, immature way.
"Hm…Reporter Girl. Decent, but associated with an ex. Mary and Ace are not even close to options. Next?"
Thinking harder, Rory grinned. Typing quickly, she gave a smug smirk at her choice, ignoring the feelings that the name swirled up as she looked at it on her screen. Somehow, it just didn't seem to fit into that little box, like a word that summed up so many conversations could easily fit into four digital lines.
Looking over her shoulder, Lorelai tilted her head to the side, confused. "Where did that come from?"
"Show me the website," Jess ordered Matt, resigned to his fate of becoming an online dater.
Obeying, Matt typed in the web address, a grin alighting his features as Jess visibly blanched at the sight of the hearts on the page. Muttering something about the silliness of hearts, Jess clicked the register button.
Annoying Task Number One: A username.
Sighing, he looked at the keys questioningly, hoping they'd give him an easy answer. He had an idea swirling in his head about a username, but somehow, he was afraid. What if she used this? What if she saw him, knew that he still lov-
No. She wouldn't use this. She probably had guys tripping over themselves to flop at her feet, hoping she'd choose them. Shrugging, he typed in the name, thankful that the site was relatively new, and choices were probably unlimited.
"What kind of name is that?" Chris questioned him, but Jess ignored him easily. What kind of name was it, indeed.
A/N: REVIEW and find out what the names are! I'm pretty sure you can Jess' name, but Rory's name is a tad more difficult to remember.