Disclaimer: I don't own anything!

Pairings: L/L and R/J

This takes place in the beginning of third season after Rory and Paris got back from Washington D.C.





It'd been a while. Not since Jess had gone away, not since her perfect daughter Rory had kissed Jess behind her boyfriend's back, or even since Chris had got Sherry pregnant and left her. None of that mattered. What mattered was Luke. God, why had she done that? Why did she insist on blaming it all on Luke? It was purely timing, she had told herself. He was there when she was mad, he had talked back after she yelled at him about what Jess had done to Rory. She yelled, she accused…then she told him to go to hell. And much to her surprise he said the same thing right back to her. Luke told her to go to hell, huh.

Lorelai shook her head and laughed bitterly, "I'm already there, Lukey boy… I'm already in hell…"

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Rory came in the house to find Lorelai sitting on the couch laughing to herself. The younger Gilmore eyed her mother skeptically. She went and sat next to her mom.

"Either you're still really upset about your fight with Luke, you've really gone crazy, or you've come up with a sinister plan and decided to leave me out of it," Rory said to her mother, who just stared back at Rory, "Come on, spill."

Lorelai groaned and leaned back against the couch. She put her hands over her face much like a child does when playing peek-a-boo.

"Mooom"

"Mommy's not here right now, go away."

"Mom!"

Lorelai moved one of her fingers away from her eyes and peeked at Rory through her hands.

"Do I have to tell you?"

"Yes!"

"Really?"

"Yes!"

"Really, really?"

"Yes, yes and yes!"

"No."

Now it was Rory's turn to groan. "Forget it mom, I don't have the time, I have to meet Jess anyway."

With that Lorelai sprung up from her seat. "Jess?"

"Yeaaah…"

"Jess, as in Luke's nephew?"

"Yeah, what happened with you and Luke anyway?"

"Have fun, don't let Jess drive."

"See you at 10"

"9"

"9:30"

"9:45"

Rory smiled to herself; sometimes her mom could be so oblivious.

"10:30"

"And not a minute after!"

"See you mom!"

"See you honey…" Lorelai paused for a minute, realizing what just happened, then took off at a run towards the front door. "Rory, get your skinny ass back here!"



End of chapter one, R/R if you have time.

A/N; okay, I just got bored one day and decided to write this. I really suck at writing (as you noticed). Also, I'm only 14, so my devotion to things is not always as loyal as I would hope. If, miraculously, I do continue I would love some feedback! Um, I plan to make this a l/l and possibly a r/j. There's no way this will ever be a Trory. (Sorry Tristan fans, there's just way too many trories out there!) And… I plan on making this more "dramatic" (which, when I'm writing, will just look like pure sap). Thanks for reading my story! Hope you liked it and I hopefully will have enough time to finish it! One more thing…with feedback, I totally welcome flames (just not about the pairing) anything to make this crappy story better! Thanks again for reading it and I hoped you enjoyed it!