Title: The Truth of Concepts
Author: snowprincess
Rating: PG
Summary:The truth was that Lorelai was engaged, but she didn't think her mother would see it so kindly. The truth was that one breath was not enough to fill her lungs and her spirits enough to spill the next few words, "Mom, Dad, Luke and I are going to get married."
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Author's note: Yeah I'm back. . . didn't think I would be for a while but it happened.
Most concepts in life are simple, and rather, it is the people that tend to complicate them. Turn on the television and it shows prime examples of it. The drama of people with opinions on certain concepts is what fuels the world. Life and death, repulican or democrat (or in the case of Kirk who can never pick a side: republicrat), MTV or VH1, curly fries or homestyle. No matter what the topic, there will always be drama for it.
Most concepts in Lorelai's life were simple, and she preferred to keep it that way. It wasn't that she didn't care about anyone else's opinions, but she was the type of person who would rather watch most of the drama going on in the world through a 20 inch screen that allowed her to channel flip through problems without having to deal with any negative consequences. Drama in real life brought pain, suffering, death, and on some rare occasions, joy.
Odds were never in her favor.
It wasn't that she disliked drama whatsoever; it was more of a caution. A few choice concepts had led her to get that way after causing a few family dramas, namely some of them being pregnancy, engagements, escape, and more recently, dating. Most of the time however she was a fan of a wonderful phrase of drama.
What's life without a little chaos to make it interesting?
She caused a lot of chaos and she knew it, but usually hers was harmless. At least, she never recalled an incident where picking on Michel was deteriorative. The times where she engaged in serious arguments generally had a good reason behind them, and the odds were in her favor then that the drama involved only one other person: Emily.
Thus, Lorelai bringing up the concept of engagement to her again was not going to be a pleasant one. It would enevitably add to the drama already involved to the concept of Rory leaving school and no doubt be sprinkled with disgust when her parents learned of whom she was engaged to. She had been fighting it all week, just trying to enjoy the days of happiness that followed Luke's answer. The sad truth was, she knew that the truth had to be told, much as she knew what needed to be done everyday at the inn. Lorelai couldn't fight what needed saying, and she learned long ago that to not tell her parents of something this big will create bigger drama.
This was more a self-preservation act: cause a little drama now to stop a tidal wave in the future. This was also why she was now sitting outside her parent's manor working up the courage to ring the doorbell and deliver the news. Really she could have called to inform them, but the stubborn part of her brain refuses to admit that she wanted to come on the offset chance that she would see a glimpse of her daughter and at least know that she was alright.
Keeping her distance wasn't easy. It wasn't Rory's freshman year where she could just camp out because they missed each other. And she wasn't willing to pretend to be happy that Rory was doing exactly what she complained of Dean doing last year, so that left her with the decision of staying away. Now she was coming back.
She handed her coat to another nameless maid who would probably be gone before the next fortnight and followed her instructions to the dining room where her parents were taking their breakfast in exactly the same spots as they had 40 years ago, as well as last week in the calm before everything went to hell and back again. She didn't say "good morning" and she declined their offer for coffee, attesting them to her seriousness as she took her seat just like it was Friday night.
"Lorelai if this is about Rory-" Richard said as he lowered his newspaper.
"It's not. I came here because I," pause. . . "wanted to tell you something."
"Oh my God," Emily raised her hand to her mouth. "You aren't!"
Lorelai's face scrunched up in confusion, "I'm not what, Mom?"
"I can't believe you would do this again!"
"Do what Mom?" Lorelai asked. "I obviously cannot possibly understand what is going on in the mind of a thousand backstabs so would you come out and tell me what I'm supposed to be?"
"Of all of the irresponsible, selfish things. . ."
Well, at least Lorelai could make a safe bet that her parents didn't know that she was engaged yet. That still left the clue as to what the hell her mother was blabbering about though. She watched as Emily stood up and began to pace, muttering very unlady-like curses and a few words she couldn't understand. A glance at her father stated the obvious: he still didn't understand what her mother was doing and why, although she had done this many times in the last 40 years.
"Mom, what is going on?"
"Emily?"
The infuriated woman stopped in the middle of the room and stated, "Isn't it obvious, Richard? Lorelai came here to tell us she's pregnant." The underlying words again and out of wedlock hung in the air. "Lorelai how could you do this agian? Bring another child into the world without a father, not to mention a sister that will be 40 by the time it goes off ot college? Do you realize that we're going to have to tell everyone that you're pregnant again without a husband to support you? Do you know how embarrassing it will be!"
"Uh. . . hopefully it won't seeing as how I'm not pregnant. . . "
"You're not?" asked Richard. He looked almost dissapointed, as if he were momentarily excited to have another grandchild, but then turned his face back to somber as he watched Emily go through the reaction.
"No. Now Mom will you sit down and let me finish telling you what I have to say?"
All concepts are simple, save one. Truth. What is really going on will never be simple because to quote Obi-Wan Kenobi, "Many of the truths between two, depend greatly on our own point of view." The truth was, Lorelai was not pregnant, and her mother couldn't be happier at the moment, albiet slightly confused at ther daughter's visit. Lorelai herself thought it slightly sad that she wasn't, especially after spending the last few days planning for a new home and a wedding in Stars Hollow. For the Gilmores, truth will be forever veiled under the deception and manipulative play that goes on to get anything done within the family.
The truth was that Lorelai was engaged, but she didn't think her mother would see it so kindly.
The truth was that one breath was not enough to fill her lungs and her spirits enough to spill the next few words, "Mom, Dad, Luke and I are going to get married."
She could see it in her head before she had finished the sentance. Her father, going on about how Luke had no choice but to franchise the diner and play golf every Saturday. Her mother, calling for a doctor and declaring her daughter mentally insane. The problem with her brain was that it never came up with any scenarios that actually fit the situation and she was left to wonder what exactly would happen next.
She called him just before five and left a message. "Movie at my house; bring lots of pie." That could either mean two things: she was just really lazy and wanted him to come over instead of the other way around, or that telling her parents went very badly.
He didn't believe in intuition or any of the superstition crap, but his gut told him that it was option two and that he had better make more pie. He picked boisonberry and packed up extra paper plates and plastic forks. He poured two coffees and an herbal tea and packed everything in his truck. On the way out he went to his apartment and dug until he found her favorite flannel shirt in his closet and grabbed an orange pillow off of his bed.
He found her on the couch flipping channels, still wearing the confining clothes required when visiting the Gilmore mansion. Luke gave her the shirt and told her to go change while he set up the living room. He cut up the pie and placed two pieces on a plate and leaving the rest on the coffee table, while placing the drinks in the appropriate places. He then proceeded to take off his shoes and socks and claim a corner of the couch, placing the pillow behind his back so he could stay in the position for a long time.
Lorelai came downstairs fresh faced and decked in the good old white and blue, rubbing her eyes along the way. She smiled when she saw the display on her table and joined Luke on the couch, both stretching their legs to the other end with her side pressed against his chest. "You brought pie."
"Mmm hmmm."
"And coffee."
"Yeah."
"And plastic."
"I've got your M.O.."
"And flannel."
"Just give me a crystal ball and a nine hundred number and call me psychic."
She snuggled further into his chest before asking, "Any picks for the movie?"
"Just nothing fruity or horrendously violent. . . or musicals since I'm still trying to get over Rocky Horror."
"C'mon that's a cult classic."
"Yes for sadist who like cross dressing time warps."
"I swear you will one day learn that dance."
"Not in any way willingly." His hand came up to rub her back softly. "What happened today, Lorelai?"
That's all for now, but I definiately plan on continuing. It's just that it's after 1AM (yay im 17 now!) and I really need sleep.
RnR
Snow
