A/N: Here you go! Another story. Writing fics keeps me from my homework (Yes, summer homework. It sucks, doesn't it?). Just a short, one-shot angst fic, because that's what I love. Set somewhere between 5:14 and 5:16, a.k.a during the Luke and Lorelai breakup.
J.Stone: I apologize in advance for the sadness. I know how much you love fluff. I'll try to write something happy soon. If you have read any of Muffin Is Injured's fics, then you will understand what I mean when I say that you are my equivalent to her Big Cheese. Just don't quit reviewing!
Lorelai was a master wallower. She had had many boyfriends in the past, and had dealt with breakups many times before. She had a system.
There were the One Nighters. They were the ones you went on one date with and fell for, but they never called you back. Designated wallowing period: 1 night, complete with a sad movie and a pint of ice cream.
Then there were the Flings. Those were the guys who you dating to make your best friend jealous but ended up actually liking. Summer and spring break romances also fall into this category. Designated wallowing period: 1 day, complete with pajamas, a sad movie marathon, and a quart of ice cream.
Lastly, there were the Serious Boyfriends. These are the people who you dated for many months and really, really liked… or loved. There hadn't been many of these. Christopher and Max fell into this group. Designated wallowing period: 3 days, complete with pajamas, no showers or shaved legs, any sad movie she could get her hands on, and a gallon of ice cream.
After Lorelai broke up with Luke, she went through her three days of wallowing. She woke up on the fourth day, ready to jump in the shower, shave her legs, get dressed, and go to work. But when she sat up, she found that she was in no condition to leave.
This puzzled her. Today was Day Four: get-up-and-go-day. She was supposed to be at work. Sookie would be expecting her. Sookie knew her system too.
But she couldn't. She didn't feel like getting out of bed. All she wanted was new movie and another tub of ice cream. And she couldn't figure out why.
Then it occurred to her. There was one other kind of guy that needed to be added to her list:
The One. Designated wallowing period: indefinite.
The End
(Yes, it's those pesky two words again!)
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