Everything it Wasn't
Disclaimer: Well, the Gilmore Girls characters aren't mine… :\ But Liv, her friends, anyone else that I might decide to add to this story, is. ;)
A\N: As far as this go, this story is kind of an Alternative Universe one. I don't pay much attention to the past; I just want it to fit to the story. Rory and Jess were dating when Rory was 16. She got pregnant. We're at the future now. =D
"Introduction."
Home. She was home. She was happy to be home.
She pushed the wooden door open with her shoulder. Its heaviness threatened to close on her, not only because she had no energy to hold it.
She dropped her heavy bags in the entrance the moment she stepped in. She felt like collapsing on the ground, but she couldn't. Not just yet. She had something to take care of.
Kneeling down, she searched through her begs, finally finding what she was looking for – Her Cellphone.
She dialed the number 1 on her speed dial and impatiently waited for a reply.
She sighed in relief as she got an answer from the other line. Sounds of loud voices and laughter made her cringe, although she knew it all too darn well. A few seconds had passed before one of the laughing voices calmed and formed a "Hello."
"Liv." She called into the phone, not trying to hide the hints of anger in her voice.
She got no reply. She rolled her eyes, knowing her daughter must be looking for a hidden place to talk in. God forbid will she ever let anyone know that she's talking to her mother.
"Mom." Came her daughter's cool reply.
"Where are you?" She asked, just as she began pacing across the living room.
"Out."
"Out where?"
Silence. Of course. On of Hip girl's 5 commandments – You Shall Never Tell Your Parents Where You Are. That might shatter the 'Cool' mask girl her daughter always wore on.
"I was supposed to pick you up at school. 45 minutes ago." She said sternly.
"I had something to take care of." She replied, keeping on being mysterious her.
"You could've called me." She sighs.
"You could've called me!"
"Your Cellphone was unavailable." She said, again, getting no reply from her fed up daughter. "At least tell me when you're planning to come back?" She asked, sighing again.
"I don't know."
"Just give me anything, Liv! Please." She cried, sounding rather desperate. She could've sworn that she heard her daughter frowning.
"An hour. Maybe two." She looked around, waiting for the conversation to finally end.
"Thank you."
"I gotta go."
The line went dead. She simply stared at her phone, trying to keep herself from throwing it on the floor.
She had changed. A whole lot.
Finding out she was pregnant about 16 years ago, she was frightened. A lot of things scared her. But raising a child wasn't her main concern. Her mother raised her all alone when she was as just young as she was at the time, and seeing her doing it was the best gift she could've got. Although, she never imagined she'd end up raising her kid alone.
Her boyfriend at the time, Jess Mariano, was very supportive of her. He was determined to raise his kid with Rory, and she liked the idea. But somehow, she just pushed him away. She pushed so hard that eventually, he just got fed up and left. Left her, left the town… left everything.
He came back to New York, where she now lives with her 16 years old girl, Liv. Lorelai Olivia Gilmore, to be exact. Lorelai over her and her mother, Olivia as a bizarre twist of the title of the book that for her, marked the beginning of her and Jess's 'relationship'. Oliver Twist.
Rory and her mother were always close. Still were. But her and Liv were just the opposite.
Along with her father's dark hair and her mother's blue eyes, Liv inherited both her parents' intelligence and their love for books. But you wouldn't catch her reading at the park. More like smoking at the park.
Her character was sculptured with her dad's features. The dry sarcasm, the blatant attitude, the 'I don't give a damn' way of life. Her mother never expected this one.
Her trail of thoughts was cut short by the sound of the ringing phone. But by the time she reached the phone, the call was transferred to the voice mail. "Yo Gilmores!" She heard, replying with a faint smile. She plopped down on the couch and leaned her head back. "I'm bored and all alone in here, so I thought I'd give you guys a call… Or bang my head on the wall. I'll probably end up doing both. Annnnyway, just wanted to see how you're doing, and of course, I'm counting the seconds until the time you'll be here tomorrow. You better show up on time this week, I'm sick and tired of waiting. Bah. I'll see you soon!"
She laughed silently. Her mom.
When Rory moved away from home, 6 years after Liv was born, she and Lorelai have decided to revive the short-lived tradition of the Gilmores' Friday dinners. Especially after Emily and Richard, her grandparents, decided to waltz out of her life soon after they found out she was pregnant.
Her smile slowly faded as she reminisced. It faded even more when she recalls the nasty argument she and her daughter had the previous week, the one that caused them to be late to the dinner.
Often she thought about what she might have done wrong while raising Liv. Maybe the absence of a father figure in her life was too much for her to take. Maybe her dad's genes were just too much for her to handle. Maybe Liv was just special, in a strange way.
Maybe she was just troubled. Maybe her unbearable resemblance to Jess was too much for Rory to handle. Maybe the hard feelings she had about taking her dad out of her daughter's life was causing her to act differently, more harshly on herself, and on her daughter.
Maybe she got carried away.
Her trail of thoughts was cut yet again by the sound of the shutting door. She looked at it, catching a glimpse of her daughter just before she walked straight to her room without saying a word.
Great. Just great. She closed her eyes and sighed. Whatever tomorrow brings…