Background Information:
Dylan- 16 years old, adopted at age 1 after Luke and Lorelai were falsely told they couldn't have children, attends Chilton.
Zoe- 15 years old, attends Chilton.
Will- 15 years old, attends Chilton.
Max- 8 years old
Chapter 1:
"Zoe, you've been in there forever, I have to pee!", eight year old, Max, exclaimed through the locked bathroom door to his older sister, Zoe.
"Use the other bathroom!", Zoe replies, having no intention of hurrying up.
"Dylan's taking a shower in the other bathroom!", Max argues, crossing his legs.
"Tough luck little bro"
"Zoe!", he cries out, beginning to bang on the door.
"Woah, woah, woah, what's with all the banging?", Luke calls from downstairs.
"Dad! Tell Zoe to get out of the bathroom, I have to pee!", he yells back.
Before Luke can finish rolling his eyes, Zoe walks out of the bathroom and Max runs in.
She walks down the stairs and joins her father and her brother for breakfast.
"Morning", Luke greets her daughter.
Will nods at her, acknowledging her presence.
"Morning, Daddy", she smiles, as her father kisses her on the cheek.
"Your mother had to go into work early today so I'm gonna be taking you guys to school, but we have to drop Max off first so we better get going"
As if on cue, Max and Dylan walked down the stairs.
"Morning", Dylan said with a yawn.
"Morning. Grab some toast and get moving, we're late"
The family packed into Luke's Jeep Wrangler and started their day off with the long drive from Stars Hollow to Chilton.
Dylan-
Dylan Danes-Gilmore was a tall boy, almost six-foot. He had messy, dirty-blonde hair and green eyes, which made him stand out in his family full of brown hair and bright blue eyes.
He ran his hands through his hair and made his way through the halls of Chilton, catching the eye of every girl he walked past, but never noticing it. He was focused on getting to his first class on time. He made it to his seat just as the bell rang.
"Mr. Danes, the point of the bell is to signify the start of class, not the time that you choose to grace us with your presence", his history teacher, Mr. Remmy, says sternly.
"Sorry, sir", Dylan replies, blushing a little.
Dylan was very popular among most teachers and students. He got very good grades, he was polite, and he was studious, but even his charming smile couldn't win over the strictest teacher in the school; Mr. Remmy.
As Mr. Remmy began his lesson, Dylan eagerly listened. Last quarter he got a B in history and his parents weren't very happy, he was warned that if he couldn't get his grade back up to an A he would get his phone taken away.
Zoe-
Zoe Danes-Gilmore confidently walked into her first period class minutes after the bell rang with a hot-chocolate in hand that she had bought from the cafeteria, causing her to be late to class.
"Zoe, I assume you have a reason for being late", her math teacher says as Zoe sits down.
"We had to drop my little brother off at school, so I got here a little late", she responds, not even looking up at the teacher.
"Yet you had time to stop by the cafeteria?"
"Sorry", she shrugs, with a smile on her face that gets her out of trouble every time.
"Don't be late again, next time it's a detention", the teacher warns her, for the third time in the past two weeks.
"Wouldn't dream of it", she says sarcastically with a smirk.
Her teacher began to write the quadratic formula on the board and students began to copy it down, but not Zoe.
She began to think of what she would be doing this weekend. It was Friday so her boyfriend would be driving her home from school. She planned on hanging out with her boyfriend on Friday night, going to a party on Saturday night, then hanging out with her boyfriend again Sunday night.
Zoe was a pretty girl. She had every guy wrapped around her finger. She was used to getting what she wanted, being Daddy's little girl and all, she not only wanted things to always go her way, she expected it.
Will-
William Danes-Gilmore pulled his first period binder out his messy locker and began strolling to class, receiving many smiles from the girls he walked by. As he walked past one of the deans, he quickly tucked his shirt in to avoid receiving a detention then untucked it when he walked far enough away.
He got to the door of his classroom but just as he was about to walk in, he spotted his girlfriend, Taylor, down the hall struggling to stuff her backpack into her locker. Without having to give it a second thought, he walked towards his girlfriend.
"Hey", he said with a smile, leaning on the locker next to hers.
She was startled at first, then grinned after looking up and seeing who it was.
"Hey!", Taylor greeted.
Will quickly pecked her on the cheek.
"Will...", she giggled.
Will began to kiss her again with a little more meaning then quickly turning into a make-out session in the hall but the bell rang causing Taylor to push him away.
"I'm late, but can we continue this tonight?", she smirks.
"Can't wait", he smiles back.
He takes the backpack out of her hands and shoves it into her full locker on the first try.
"See you", she says with a wave, before rushing off to class.
Will watches her walk away then begins to walk to class.
"Nice of you to join us, Mr. Danes", Ms. Caldicott says as he strolls in late.
"Sorry", Will shrugs.
"Perhaps you could apologize to the class for walking in late and disrupting the lesson"
Will turned around in his seat and sarcastically said, "My bad", causing a chuckle among the students.
"You are periodically late to my class, Mr. Danes and you never have a good reason nor sincere apology", Ms. Caldicott goes on.
"I apologize, Ms. Caldicott, it won't happen again", he repeats, feigning sincerity.
She glares at the young boy for a moment and thinks.
"I've had enough of it, young man"
Will subtly rolls his eyes, not expecting her to see but she does.
"That's it", she determines, storming over to her desk and reaching into her drawer for a detention slip.
Will dreads what's coming next, realizing his weekend will be over once his parents find out he got detention again.
"Detention, today, after school, two hours", the teacher states, placing the slip on Will's desk.
He just nods back, knowing all the plans he was going to make with his girlfriend just went down the drain.
The final bell rang and the halls of Chilton immediately filled with kids ready to go home. Dylan loosened his tie so it was no longer strangling him as he walked to his locker to get his backpack.
After getting his stuff he went to look for his brother, Will. He wasn't at his own locker so he was definitely at his girlfriend's locker.
Will was at Taylor's locker breaking the news that he couldn't hang out later that night or at all this weekend probably because he'll almost certainly be grounded for getting detention.
"Hey, man", Will greeted Dylan.
"Hey, you coming on the bus?", Dylan asked.
"No, Caldicott gave me detention"
Dylan held back a laugh, he could tell Will was in a bad enough mood as it was.
"I'll see you at home", he said.
Will waved and started to walk to the classroom he was going to spend the next two hours of his friday night in.
Dylan got off his bus and was once again back in Stars Hollow. He mentally ran through his schedule realizing that he didn't have baseball practice because it was Friday, so he wouldn't have to rush home and get ready, instead he would be helping out his father in the diner.
He walked up the steps to the diner and opened the door with the bell chiming as he walked in.
"Hey, Dad", Dylan greeted his father who was pouring coffee for one of the customers.
"Hey, Dyl", Luke responded.
Dylan tossed his backpack behind the counter and grabbed his apron.
"Where's Will?", Luke asked, walking back to the counter to grab plates.
"He got detention"
"You've gotta be kidding me. Again?"
Dylan nods.
"He is in so much trouble when he comes home", Luke mumbles to himself.
"How was school?", he asks, turning his attention to Dylan.
"Fine"
Dylan began to clear off tables as Luke took orders.
"How about in an hour or so we go to the park and play some baseball", Luke suggested to his son.
"Sure"
"Great, I look forward to beating you again", Luke teased.
Dylan rolled his eyes.
He loved doing things with his dad just the two of them. Despite being adopted, Dylan's behavior resembled Luke's the most out of everyone in the family. Will and Max also played baseball and were naturally good at it but Dylan worked extra hard and played specifically to make Luke proud. He always helped out at the diner even when he wasn't asked to and his number one priority was making his parents proud of him, which they already were.