Disclaimer: I do NOT own ANY of these characters. I might occasionaly make one up, but if i do I'll let you know, as of now, NOT MINE

AN: READ AND REVIEW this is my first fanfic, be nice PLEASE! chapter 2 coming soon!

Live Laugh Love

Lorelei Gilmore, less formally known as Rory, could be found on a Saturday evening curled up reading a good book in her office at Yale. She had graduated from Yale three years previous, however she found herself right back, and she liked it. Yale had always been a positive place for her, even through all of her miniscule failures. Such as stealing a boat with Logan Huntsburger, her former boyfriend, but that was in the past. This was the now. Yes, she was traveling as a journalist, what she had indeed thought she had always dreamt of doing. But the thrill and excitement found on a cramped bus did not last long. Two years was enough for her. So when one of the professors retired; and Rory being connected as she was, was asked to take the job. She now taught at Yale teaching journalism and literature. Exactly what she loved to do. She had never been happier. It was only when she found herself alone in her third floor apartment did she feel an empty void near her heart where something was missing. She still wrote articles every once in a while for the gazette and other newspapers. But teaching was now her love. She got to meet a lot of interesting people, and amazing talents.

It was just such an evening when Rory sat with her legs beneath her reading a short story one of her first semester students had just completed and asked her to proof read. Rory didn't get far into the story when her cell phone began to ring obnoxiously next to her on her leather couch.

"Rory?" a deep voice asked from the other side of the line.

"Yes?" Rory didn't immediately recognize the voice.

"Here, I got her." Luke talked as he handed the phone over to Lorelei.

"See I told you, you had the magic touch. You are the only one lately to reach her. You are dialing all my numbers from now on mister. You've got yourself a full time job."

"Lorelei, I have one. Here at the diner. Now OUT, I dialed your phone and you know the policy, out!"

Rory grinned at her mothers teasing. She could plainly see what they would have looked like if she had been there. Luke on his side of the counter, blue baseball cap fit backwards, pencil sticking out from behind his ear, and a pad to write with in his back left pocket. Lorelei sitting on a stool leaning over the counter pouting towards Luke, bending him to her will. Luke pointing in mock fury towards the door.

"Rory, how are you I've missed you! When are you going to come visit your poor old mama?"

"First of 'poor old mama'?" Rory rolled her eyes, "and second you would have seen me if you came to Friday night dinner last night."

"What?" Lorelei started to defend, "You can miss two years of Friday night dinners and one little old night missed by me and Luke is a catastrophe? Now I know we are just amazing like that, but really darling."

"Mom! Seriously why weren't you at dinner last night?"

"I didn't want to go. So we didn't."

"You just woke up and decided not to go? Without telling Grandma no less?"

"Oh about that, would you call her and tell her I was sick… and still am for that matter.. yes I have a nasty HUGE cold, and can't talk."

"So what are you doing on the phone with me? She'll know!"

"Tell her you came to see me."

"But then she'll ask why I didn't stay the weekend, and what were you wearing, and what was Luke wearing, and what was she watching on TV as she inevitably would be watching something on that money waster and—"

"I get it." Lorelei interrupted.

"I'm just saying that that would be opening a whole new can of worms. And I am not going to do your lying for you. You can do it yourself." She could hear her mother pouting over the phone. "Luke isn't going to do it either."

"You're mean!"

"Good bye mother!"

"Wait; there was an actual reason for me calling you… or actually Luke... but anyways. Can you come to dinner tomorrow night at our place? Luke and I want to spend some time with you! We haven't been able to see you a lot lately. Luke will cook something nice up! A good home-cooked meal. I know you want to!"

Luke had moved into the house about a year and a half ago. Rory knew the two weren't going to mess things up this time.

"Sure I'll be there."

"Good, so will April. You don't mind do you?"

"Not at all, she's like a sister to me. I think we get along pretty well."

"That you do my dear."

"See you tomorrow."

"Tomorrow, love you babe."

AN: ok so it was sort of short... let me know what is thought.. obviously not much is happening yet... Oh but they will! I have PLANS