Author's note: Hi! This is my second Gilmore Girls fic. I don't know a lot
about the show, because I've only seen it a few times, but it's really
good. Nicole and Luke are trying to resolve their marriage issue and Rory's
off at Chilton. Please tell me in a review if I make any really bad
technical errors, I won't mind! Thanks and I hope you enjoy!!
She didn't want him to judge her, or look knowingly into her eyes and have nothing but resentment and mistrust dancing in his own.
Lorelai stood outside in the chill of a hazy September's day and cold water poured down on her like the tears of one thousand crying angels.
She knew that if he was around, he'd prop his only umbrella up for her, and it's red exterior would stand proud in the never-ending sky, showing the world that he cared.
would he care if he knew what she'd done?
It hadn't been her fault.exactly; it had been one of those days when you couldn't see the car in front of you because of the thick layer of fog, which covered the town in a blanket of lies. Nicole, strangely enough had come over, only an acquaintance, but one which knew her address. An innocent smile lay on her face, and she had a simple request that if fulfilled, would keep it there.
"Hi Lorelai," she had grinned. Lorelai had greeted her politely, mentioning something about Luke almost kicking her out of the diner, for ordering three cups of coffee. She had offered Nicole a drink as she went upstairs to retrieve the aspirin Nicole had asked for, but the women had simply refused. It was early in the morning, one of those mornings that seemed to just fly by. Half asleep, Lorelai had pulled the box of aspirins out of her overflowing, yet very unpopular medicine cabinet. She had taken a few pills out of their container and placed them into a small Ziploc bag, branding it with the word ASPIRIN in unmistakable, black, permanent letters. Nicole had left, after she swallowed the medicine gratefully.
"I hope they help," Lorelai had exclaimed.
She hated Nicole then, as she took off in her expensive car, wearing her petty lawyer clothes, and her plastic law-abiding citizen expression. But it wasn't the type of hate that would lead her to what she had done, not purposely, not subconsciously. Mistakes happened, and even though no one liked to be the victim, some were inexcusable.
She didn't want him to judge her, or look knowingly into her eyes and have nothing but resentment and mistrust dancing in his own.
Lorelai stood outside in the chill of a hazy September's day and cold water poured down on her like the tears of one thousand crying angels.
She knew that if he was around, he'd prop his only umbrella up for her, and it's red exterior would stand proud in the never-ending sky, showing the world that he cared.
would he care if he knew what she'd done?
It hadn't been her fault.exactly; it had been one of those days when you couldn't see the car in front of you because of the thick layer of fog, which covered the town in a blanket of lies. Nicole, strangely enough had come over, only an acquaintance, but one which knew her address. An innocent smile lay on her face, and she had a simple request that if fulfilled, would keep it there.
"Hi Lorelai," she had grinned. Lorelai had greeted her politely, mentioning something about Luke almost kicking her out of the diner, for ordering three cups of coffee. She had offered Nicole a drink as she went upstairs to retrieve the aspirin Nicole had asked for, but the women had simply refused. It was early in the morning, one of those mornings that seemed to just fly by. Half asleep, Lorelai had pulled the box of aspirins out of her overflowing, yet very unpopular medicine cabinet. She had taken a few pills out of their container and placed them into a small Ziploc bag, branding it with the word ASPIRIN in unmistakable, black, permanent letters. Nicole had left, after she swallowed the medicine gratefully.
"I hope they help," Lorelai had exclaimed.
She hated Nicole then, as she took off in her expensive car, wearing her petty lawyer clothes, and her plastic law-abiding citizen expression. But it wasn't the type of hate that would lead her to what she had done, not purposely, not subconsciously. Mistakes happened, and even though no one liked to be the victim, some were inexcusable.