All Messed Up
A/N: My sister (Redd) wrote Lorelei's POV on the 100th episode and said she thinks I should write Rory's. So, here's my attempt at it.
Disclaimer: I don't own, so please don't sue. Set during and after the 100th episode. One shot.
It was amazing how much drama she found herself in lately. She certainly was her mother's daughter. Here she was, drinking champagne and making out with a quasi-friend at her grandparent's second wedding.
But as is typical of the Gilmore family, something went wrong.
Something always went wrong. She just didn't expect it to be this big.
Damn her grandmother, for giving her father the idea. If she had stayed out of the situation, like she was sure Lorelei had told her, this wouldn't have happened. She wouldn't be worrying about her mom's safety and could still be making out with the lovely Logan Huntzberger.
But Emily Gilmore had stuck her head in business she shouldn't have, as Lorelei was always ranting about.
I always gave Grandma credit, saying Mom was paranoid. But I was wrong. Grandma still held on to the fairy tale I had long given up on and now Mom may have lost the one person in the world she could have actually considered marrying.
"Hey Ror. I should probably go. We'll have to continue this later." He winked and I might have teased him for being so cheesy, had I not been so distracted.
I'd fix the mess my Grandma had made, I decided. I'd get Luke to realize how much Mom loves him and that Dad is just part of her past.
Her complicated, terrible past.
"OK, Bye Logan." She watched him walk out, buttoned her jacket and marched towards her grandmother.
Who appeared to be crying. I guess Mom was here already.
"Why hello Rory" She pulled on her best unaffected face.
"I can't believe you would do that. Mom is finally happy and you had to go and screw everything up for her." I paced in front of her, glancing at her defeated form.
I never realized how old she was until now.
"Please Rory.. Can you just.. Leave me alone?" She looked so small and fragile. Mom must have done a number on her.
"Fine. But we'll discuss this later." I walked past her and to my father.
"Hey Kiddo."
"Don't you 'hey kiddo' me. I told you NOT to get involved. I told you to leave her alone. Luke was right, he was more of a father than you'll ever be." I stormed off, ignoring the hurt look on his face.
Two down, two to go.
I noticed a Luke-shaped shadow by his truck and walked over, leaning against the door.
"Hey there.." He should go after her. He really should.
"Hi Ror. I'm sorry what I said.."
"Don't be, it was true. He needed to hear it... You should go after her" I took that moment to look from my hands to his face. He looked tired and frustrated. But mostly sad.
Luke looked extremely sad and it was all Grandma's fault.
" I should let her be alone for a bit. She probably has some thinking to do." ALONE! Is he kidding? Mom is going to need a huge Luke hug as soon as possible.
But I won't push it. I'll let him go to her when he's ready.
I just hope it wasn't too long.
Walking to my car, I pulled out my phone to hear sobbing on the other end.
"It's going to be ok Mom."
"But I.. He.."
"I'm stopping at the Taylor's before going home. We need some coffee and ice cream."
"You're my favorite daughter." She said between sniffles. Guess she likes that idea.
"I'm your only daughter."
"I'll see you in a bit Mom." I glanced in my rearview mirror to see Luke still standing next to his truck, hands shoved into his pocket, face stoic.
"Go to her Luke." With that, I drove off, for a night of junk food and cheering up of my mom. With her luck, I knew she'd need it.
