First Comes Coffee, Then Comes Life
Disclaimer: Not mine as usual. This is my first Gilmore Girls fic so please leave a review with your comments! Thanks!
A/N: This is the reedited version of chapter one. I found errors and went through and fixed them the best I could but I decided against going through and doing any serious rewriting because I want to keep it as original as possible, at the moment that is.
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The annoying rhythmical beats of Rory Gilmore's alarm clock sound through the 'Gilmore girls' peaceful house, waking up both mother and daughter with a jolt. As she normally does Rory reaches towards her alarm clock, attempting to switch it off but in the blurriness of 'morning's vision' she is unable to and as a last resort she slams her hand upon it, positively breaking it into silence. She slowly rolls out of her bed, groaning all the while. Her hair is a matted mess of brown clumps, and her normally bright baby blue eyes are weary from yet another restless night of worried dreams of her relationship with Dean. She stares at herself in her mirror, looking at her not so pretty morning reflection in disgust. As she hears her mom slowly clomping down the steps in a half-sleep daze, she parts from her room into the brightly-lit kitchen. The sunlight immediately stings her eyes and she groans once more, annoyed at having to wake to yet another day of dreary lessons in the home of 'hell'.
By this point it is obvious to all that Chilton is not her favorite place, and more or less it is properly placed last on her list of enjoyable retreats. The only thing somewhat amusing about the place is its wide expanse of library, which she takes to the full advantage. It isn't surprising, though, that Rory Gilmore spends so much time in a musty chamber, curled in a warm ball lost in the stories of love and mysterious adventures. It is the young teenage girls style, to be in her own world, oblivious to the bustling one around her.
In order for her to properly function at Chilton the necessity of all life has to first be consumed, coffee of the immensely caffeinated kind. It isn't that she is addicted, but it is more of a habit that can never *ever* be broken by all means. It is the same situation with her mother. Lorelei Gilmore is the one who got Rory stuck on the ugly brown substance in the first place. One would think the mother would be the one to say 'no' to having coffee at such a young age, but Lorelei is not the typical mother, and by some she is considered the exact opposite. Yes Lorelei has authority over her beloved daughter, but Rory is such a 'perfect' little angel that there is no need for 'authoritative action' in the Gilmore house. Rory is a straight A student with dreams of attending Harvard, which she very well is on her way to successfully doing.
Lorelei has no clue to why her daughter is so good at doing everything because when growing up herself she was the complete opposite. She was the type of girl to sneak out of her incredibly huge mansion of a house and go party with a rough group of people looking for nothing but a good time. But the good times soon got carried away for the poor sixteen-year-old Lorelei and she soon found herself pregnant. Yes it was hard for her to grow up having a child of her own but, to her, Rory is a blessing. The two are inseparable, best friends for life. Nothing will ever tear them apart. A bond between a mother and daughter is usually strong, but when the two see each other eye to eye, as equals, there is something special in a relationship like that, and it's something no one wants to ever loose.
From the very beginning of their coffee consuming days they spent their early morning conversations talking about life over a hot steaming 'cup of jo'. This soon became a sort of ritual for the two and finally it evolved into an affair that is to never change, and when they grow old and look back on their glory days of being young they'll remember those times of dismal mornings spent in peaceful, comfortable silence. Who knew that two people could become so close, and so attached through a simple drink such as coffee. Every time coffee is mentioned they think of each other. Whenever they taste, see, or even smell the intoxicating aroma they think of one thing, their very best friend in the entire world.
Lorelei's one wish is that Rory will be one of those miracle children who manage to overcome the 'like mother like daughter', and she has seen it fit that spending time with her daughter is the best way to insure that doesn't happen. Spending time over coffee is their way of communicating, without so much as a single word said. No matter the location, at home or Luke's, and as long as they are having their sacred coffee, they are at peace with the world.
Now it is a Monday morning, yet again, and their sustained ritual of coffee intake pursues as usual. Rory manages to plop down into one of the creaking kitchen table chairs just as her jaded mother walks by. By the looks on their faces it is seen that coffee will be spent at home this morning, because driving into the small town of Stars Hollow before having caffeine would be dangerous to themselves and others. They would be sure to crash, causing a huge excitement in the incredibly boring little town.
Lorelei stands next to the counter, staring into space, and would probably have fallen asleep standing right there if Rory hadn't moaned for coffee.
"Coffee. Quick," she breathes out in a tiresome tone. Lorelei ever so slowly turns on the coffeepot, watching the steam rise as it heats up and coffee bubbles into the pot. They both watch with as much intensity that one can muster at 6:15 in the morning. When the pot has finally been filled Lorelei proceeds to grab two of the many mugs littering the counter top and pours two steaming cups filled to the brim. Greedily Rory grabs for the coffee, wasting no time in bringing the smoldering substance to her lips and sipping. She winces as the intense heat filling her mouth and she instinctively blows on it.
"Too hot mom," she mutters still blowing. Lorelei who sits taking big gulps seems to be immune to the heat of the substance and she merely grunts in response to her daughter's comment. The two sat as they always do, sipping their sacred coffee, and having yet to fully wake from the night's slumber. It isn't until each has had three cups did they begin to stir and carry out their morning tasks needed to get ready for work and school. Rory walks wearily from her room, dressed in her school uniform and her heavy back-pack slung over her shoulder, and she looks utterly exhausted at the thought of attending another day in 'hell'.
"Why?" she asks her mother in a worn groan. Her mother merely looks to her in puzzlement over her cup of coffee, visibly confused of her blunt questioning.
"Why what?" she asks with a raised brow. Rory plops into the chair next to her staring at her plaid skirt in disgust.
"Why does Chilton have to exist? Can't it just, die?" she asks her intrigued mother, and in reply she gets a short giggle. Rory stares at her mother, already knowing what is about to come out of her mouth. She quickly rises a hand in the air, gesturing for her not to comment.
"I know already. I have to go to hell while you get to go to work and listen to Michel banter and Sookie babble," she comments in an almost southern drawl. Lorelei smirks nodding, and she quickly returns to sipping on her famous beverage. Sighing Rory glances at her watch only to groan loudly.
"I'm off. I'll see you when I get home today. Oh and please have coffee ready!" she says exasperated. Rory quickly gathers her things and struts from the house towards the bus stop. Lorelei shakes her head gently smiling to herself at her daughter's actions.
"Yep, she's my kid," she mumbles into her coffee mug.