Disclaimer: The plot is partly mine in this chapter, though partly the WB's. Soon it will be all mine. As of right now, all characters belong to the WB and ASP.
A/N: Should I continue? I know it is short, but I wanted to get something up and I didn't know where to lead it from where I stopped it. The chapters should get longer. Let me know! I love reviews! Also, I could use suggestions for a better title! When I have more written, maybe I will be able to think of one.
Chapter 1: The Boys
As Lorelai lay in Christopher's bed and listened to Chris and Gigi talking about "Aunt Lorelai" being naked in Daddy's bed, she was thinking.
I can't believe I did this. It is so backwards. Usually I am running from Chris, not to him. We'd done it before, like before Sookie's wedding, and the two times on my balcony, but we never actually had sex in either of our beds. Anyway, I usually run from him, or he runs, like the time Sherrie got pregnant. Wait a minute; I did call Chris from my bachelorette party before I didn't marry Max. And now, Luke. OMG! I'm doing what Logan did to Rory.
She felt her left ring finger.
No, I'm worse than Logan. I'm still technically engaged. Now I'm like Dean. Shit, I didn't even take my ring off before cheating on my fiancée. I am such a slut. I have to go.
Lorelai was just about to get up when she felt Christopher's arm slide around her. She pauses for a second before taking his arm off her and getting up.
"Lor, what are you doing?" Chris asks, puzzled.
"I'm leaving, Chris. I shouldn't have come here. We shouldn't have done this. I'm not blaming you. It was the both of us." Now, doesn't that sound familiar! "We both did it and I've come to my senses. We can't keep doing this, getting together. It will never work. I need to go. See you around. Bye Chris."
And with that, Lorelai got dressed and left, leaving Chris to think.
Why do I keep getting my hopes up? Every time it seems to be great for a day, usually less, and then something happens, like Sherrie getting pregnant. I love Lorelai, and I always will.