Author's Note: Well, I really have nothing to say, I just like writing these, okay, yes, I am weird. So, on with the story…

Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore girls. If you thought I did you must be crazy, well, okay…

Summary: Lorelai and Rory make a no coffee bet for a week. Two certain blondes return and Rory receives her college acceptance letters.

Rating: I don't know…PG-13, I guess…

Chapter One: The Bet Ah, Saturday morning. I feel a dancing in a field of daisies moment coming on. Not that I don't like school…school is…livable. Saturday morning is Saturday morning. There's nothing wrong with sleeping in late, and staying up late, and doing your homework…what?

I walked into the kitchen and saw my mother, Lorelai Gilmore glaring at our coffee pot. She has been known to be zany, loony, wacky…all the words that were featured in that paragraph describing Willy Wonka in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, but now she's just plain scary.

"Mom," I said, cautiously approaching her.

" 'Morning," she replied not taking her eyes off the coffee pot.

Suddenly I realize what must be going on. "Your not having a staring contest with everything in the house again, are you? Because everything beat you hands down, and you were depressed for a month." It's true. One day, I was out with Jess and Mom was so bored that she had a staring contest with everything in the house, from the toaster to the toilet. Of course, they all beat her. You know, with the whole no eyes thing.

"No. It burned me." Mom replied.

"Excuse me?"

"I wanted some coffee, so I grabbed the coffee pot and it burned me," she explained.

"Ah, so now you're planning to stare it down. Smart." I commented.  

"I don't know. I just thought that if I looked long enough a spark would blast out of eyes and rebound off its metal backside and it would make a pinging noise and…" Oh God, it has finally happened, Lorelai Victoria Gilmore has crossed over to the dark side.

"I think I'm going to have some coffee." I said, reaching for the coffee pot.

"No!" Mom exclaimed.

"Why not?"

"Because I said no."

"Just because you were burned by the coffee pot you're banning me from coffee?" I asked, in disbelief.

"I'm banning us from coffee." She replied.

"What are you saying?" I questioned.

"No more coffee, for a week."

"That's a promise?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"That's a protest." She answered.

I sighed. "We're protesting against the coffee pot."

"And coffee." Mom added.

"Let me put it to you this way. If someone was walking by and our house fell on them – "

"Emily Gilmore." Mom interrupted.

"She's your mother." I said in mock shock.

"Yeah, well." Mom shrugged.

" – it wouldn't mean that it was our fault because we are inside, we don't control  our house." I finished.

"How do we know the coffee's not controlling the coffee pot?" Mom asked.

"You got me there." I said, sarcastically.

"Let's make this more interesting." Mom announced, suddenly.

"Yes, you pour me a cup of coffee and we think of all the ways we could make this more interesting." I suggested.

"A bet." Mom said.

"A bet?"

"A no coffee bet. For a week."

"You have gone insane." I said.

"Come on. There's money involved." She begged.

"Mom…"

"Real money."

"How much?"

"Fifteen."

"Twenty."

"Twenty-five."

"Twenty-two, fifty."

"Deal." We shook hands.

Silence.

"Do you have a sudden urge for coffee?" Mom asked me.

"I had a sudden urge for coffee two minutes ago." I replied.

More silence.

"How stupid are we?"