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Anyone who follows hockey, I just heard the best joke.
There was this kid who was beaten by his mother. When social services intervened, they asked him if he wanted to live with his father. He said no; his father beat him too. They asked him if he wanted to live with his Aunt. He said no; his aunt beat him too. They asked him if he wanted to live with his grandparents, and he said no; they beat him, too. So finally the social service people asked him who he wanted to live with, and he said: "The Toronto Maple Leafs.they don't beat anybody." HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Sorry. I realize that that was irrelevant, but I couldn't help it. I do love Toronto to death. Now that I live in Canada, I have to be a hockey fan. On with the story.
"Are you ready to be liberated." The Distillers song blared through the speakers of the Gilmore CD player as mother and daughter both got ready to go out. Loralei tried on a plain black tank top with her jeans. She inspected herself in the mirror, trying to decide if it was right for her or not. Rory came in from the hall.
"Hey, mom, I was wondering if.whoa!" She exclaimed, seeing Loralei's outfit.
"Wait, 'whoa' what? Whoa, that looks horrible and if you wear it you will be forever shunned by the opposite sex?" Loralei asked, panicking. Rory shook her head.
"No," She assured her mother, "Whoa, that's a little 'Courtney Loveish'."
"What's wrong with Courtney Love? She got Kurt Cobain." Loralei asked, pouting.
"She also got a whack of lawsuits."
"Good point. Changing." Loralei said, going to her closet, "What were you saying before we decided to weigh pros and cons of Courtney Love?"
"Oh, just that I'm going out to see Lane's band.they have a gig." Rory told her.
"Oh, awesome! I'm so proud of our little garage band.tell them I said that. Hey, do we get a percentage of everything they make for allowing them to practice here?" Loralei wondered.
" I'll take it up with Lane." Rory assured her with a smile.
"Damn, I wish I could come. I want to see my little prodigies play."
"Yeah, well, you're a mother, and mothers are not supposed to encourage loud rock bands, or like good music so it would ruin your image." Rory said, joking.
"Where was that in the handbook.I must have skipped that section." Loralei wondered.
"Right under the part that said you were supposed to shout at your kids to turn off their Distiller's music, not put it on yourself."
"Well, what can I say, I'm ready to be liberated. What time you leaving?" Loralei asked Rory, adjusting her blue top.
"Jess is picking me up at seven.ooh, and Lane is staying the night here if Mrs.Kim asks or mentions it." Rory added.
"Yes Mrs. Kim, they're both here right now, discussing the importance of the various books of the bible." Loralei practiced, in her sweetest voice.
"Perfect." Rory told her, stealing her lipgloss and starting out of the room, "Be home late. Don't wait up."
"I'll be later than you. Me and Alex have a date with a vintage coffee and record shop." Loralei called to her.
"Behave!" Rory called back.
"Only if you do!" Loralei teased her.
"Bye, mom!" Rory called. Loralei heard the front door slam.
A/N- so, this is just the beginning. What do you think so far? I would appreciate feedback. The fic is gonna get good, there'll be some weird situations, and some fun, and some romance, and some action.but I can't totally promise anything. It's gonna be Rory/Jess, Lane/Dave and maybe a bit of Loralei/Luke. Paris will be in there somewhere, too.
There was this kid who was beaten by his mother. When social services intervened, they asked him if he wanted to live with his father. He said no; his father beat him too. They asked him if he wanted to live with his Aunt. He said no; his aunt beat him too. They asked him if he wanted to live with his grandparents, and he said no; they beat him, too. So finally the social service people asked him who he wanted to live with, and he said: "The Toronto Maple Leafs.they don't beat anybody." HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Sorry. I realize that that was irrelevant, but I couldn't help it. I do love Toronto to death. Now that I live in Canada, I have to be a hockey fan. On with the story.
"Are you ready to be liberated." The Distillers song blared through the speakers of the Gilmore CD player as mother and daughter both got ready to go out. Loralei tried on a plain black tank top with her jeans. She inspected herself in the mirror, trying to decide if it was right for her or not. Rory came in from the hall.
"Hey, mom, I was wondering if.whoa!" She exclaimed, seeing Loralei's outfit.
"Wait, 'whoa' what? Whoa, that looks horrible and if you wear it you will be forever shunned by the opposite sex?" Loralei asked, panicking. Rory shook her head.
"No," She assured her mother, "Whoa, that's a little 'Courtney Loveish'."
"What's wrong with Courtney Love? She got Kurt Cobain." Loralei asked, pouting.
"She also got a whack of lawsuits."
"Good point. Changing." Loralei said, going to her closet, "What were you saying before we decided to weigh pros and cons of Courtney Love?"
"Oh, just that I'm going out to see Lane's band.they have a gig." Rory told her.
"Oh, awesome! I'm so proud of our little garage band.tell them I said that. Hey, do we get a percentage of everything they make for allowing them to practice here?" Loralei wondered.
" I'll take it up with Lane." Rory assured her with a smile.
"Damn, I wish I could come. I want to see my little prodigies play."
"Yeah, well, you're a mother, and mothers are not supposed to encourage loud rock bands, or like good music so it would ruin your image." Rory said, joking.
"Where was that in the handbook.I must have skipped that section." Loralei wondered.
"Right under the part that said you were supposed to shout at your kids to turn off their Distiller's music, not put it on yourself."
"Well, what can I say, I'm ready to be liberated. What time you leaving?" Loralei asked Rory, adjusting her blue top.
"Jess is picking me up at seven.ooh, and Lane is staying the night here if Mrs.Kim asks or mentions it." Rory added.
"Yes Mrs. Kim, they're both here right now, discussing the importance of the various books of the bible." Loralei practiced, in her sweetest voice.
"Perfect." Rory told her, stealing her lipgloss and starting out of the room, "Be home late. Don't wait up."
"I'll be later than you. Me and Alex have a date with a vintage coffee and record shop." Loralei called to her.
"Behave!" Rory called back.
"Only if you do!" Loralei teased her.
"Bye, mom!" Rory called. Loralei heard the front door slam.
A/N- so, this is just the beginning. What do you think so far? I would appreciate feedback. The fic is gonna get good, there'll be some weird situations, and some fun, and some romance, and some action.but I can't totally promise anything. It's gonna be Rory/Jess, Lane/Dave and maybe a bit of Loralei/Luke. Paris will be in there somewhere, too.