So this story has caught your eye.
So you are bored out of your mind and thought this might help you fiddle away the hours.
So you're a JavaJunkie and have decided this could be fun.
Whatever the reason you are here, please, sit back, relax (though don't relax entirely, you still have to read this with your eyes and that does take a minimal amount of work) and enjoy the show.
A/N: Please know that I know this writing is horrible. I actually go to an arts school for writing and I (hopefully) don't suck at the craft, but this is possibly the worst piece I have ever written.
This is like a prologue. The next chapters will be longer.
A teenage Lorelai (newly impregnated but only she knows), a teenage Luke (his dad is in the hospital and his mom gone), Emily, Richard, Christopher and all of Stars Hallow are called into an empty trailer parked in (yes, literally in) the gazebo. There is nothing in it but ten couches, a TV and a note on the door reading,
"Lorelai must sit next to Luke, Sookie must sit next to Lorelai, Jackson must sit next to Sookie. Emily must sit next to Richard, and the rest of y'all can seat yourselves".
Lorelai's POV:
We sit, and I find myself in between a guy not much older than I am looking awkward and confused, and a girl who is bubbling awkwardly (because that's totally a thing).
The lights begin to dim and the television screen flicks on.
You most definitely don't want to be here. It read.
You most likely have plans.
Well, cancel them because this thing is over night. Did we forget to tell you that? Hmm, must have slipped our minds. But we like our plans loose, like our women. You'll get that later.
Now, why should you stay here, in a trailer filled with people that you don't know, for twelve plus hours?
Well, here's a little teaser.
The screen switched from the writing to a video and started to play.
On the TV stood an older looking Luke. The clip paused.
"This is Luke Danes sixteen years in the future." Said a voice over. The clip resumed.
The bell above the door rung announcing the presence of a woman with dark hair who looked suspiciously like me. She proceeded to beg Luke for coffee.
"This is Lorelai Gilmore sixteen years in the future." Said the voice over again and I could hear pretentious gasps of shock from my parents.
"Ooh, that's me!" I exclaimed, causing Sookie to giggle. I smiled and turned to Luke who looked dumbfounded, as did the rest of the town that had seen one of their own sixteen years into the future.
The clip resumed showing a guy hit on Lorelai. As she turned around from the counter the second time, the same man was hitting on a girl at her table who couldn't be more than sixteen and looked suspiciously like a younger Lorelai.
Is that the thing in my stomach? I wonder, knowing the answer.
"And that's Lorelai's sixteen year old daughter." Gasps echoed throughout the room.
And now my parents know. Yup. I'm screwed.
A/N: My computer is acting up, could only spell check half of this, so I'm so so sorry for grammar mistakes. How do you want Emily and Richard to react? Expect much JavaJunkie in the foreseeable future.
Thanks for reading my ducklings!