DISCLAIMER
GG belongs to the WB, which will soon be the CW. I'm new to this series and this is my first fic in this section, so please be kind. If I get anything wrong, please tell me politely. Oh, and in the GG notes, even though they state in the first ep that Rory's sixteen, but apparently she had her sixteenth b-day party in the middle of the first season, so right now, she's fifteen. Special thanks to Rfb211 for being willing to help me in making sure that my story is accurate. If anyone seems out of character, I apologize.
The next morning, Lorelai Gilmore woke up to humming.
"Oh, okay. Cheerful in the morning is not normal," the woman mumbled, keeping her eyes closed.
"Come on. Up," her namesake daughter insisted.
"Rory, go away," came the response.
"Nope. Can't. You have work and I have school," Rory reminded her mother.
"You're fifteen. You can drive yourself," Lorelai stated.
"True," Rory conceeded. "But didn't you say that Sookie planned on having you taste-test some new recipe?" she continued. Lorelai's eyes flew open.
"Oh, my gosh! You're right!" she gasped. She started looking around frantically.
"And you always tell me that an unhappy Sookie---" Rory added.
"Is a difficult Sookie. Yeah, I know," Lorelai finished, propping herself up. Rory helped her mother out of bed and then went about getting ready. Lorelai, however, raced around, trying to gather her things and make sure everything was in order. When both women were ready, they walked out the door. At the Inn, Lorelai's best friend, Sookie St. James had just come up with a new recipe.
"Oooh! Lorelai! Good. You're here," Sookie approved.
"Yeah. Thanks to Rory," Lorelai stated. "I swear, I sometimes feel like we're both stuck in some kind of wormhole, where we're both like podpeople and she's the ranking lieutenant and I'm just a lowly private," the woman continued.
"Here. Taste," Sookie said, sticking a spoonful of something in Lorelai's mouth before the woman could object.
"Hmm!" she moaned. "That is wicked good!" she approved. Sookie squealed in delight and clapped her hands. At Chilton, Rory was sitting in her English lit class, taking notes. Fifty minutes later, the bell rang and she began to walk out.
"Rory," her teacher, Max Medina, said.
"Yes?" Rory asked.
"Can I talk to you?" he queried.
"Sorry. Can't. I have to get to my next class," Rory commented.
"How's your mom?" Mr. Medina questioned.
"Fine," Rory answered.
"Well, looks like the teacher's pet is brown-nosing again," Francie said snippily.
"What was that?" Mr. Medina asked.
"Nothing, Mr. Medina," Francie replied sweetly.
"Francie, why don't you just grow up?" Paris Gellar snapped. Then, she stomped out of the room.
"Mr. Medina, I'm sorry. I---really have to go," Rory stated. With that, she walked to her next class. After the next two classes, came lunch. Rory went to a table and sat down. Tristan Dugray, a guy who had a serious crush on Rory, came up to her.
"May I sit down?" he asked.
"As long as you don't get weird," Rory replied.
"Fair enough," Tristan agreed, taking a seat. "So...how are you doing?" he asked.
"Surprisingly well," came the answer. Paris came up to them.
"Hi. Tristan, I'm sorry to interrupt, but I want to take Rory up on her offer," she told him.
"Offer?" Tristan asked in confusion as Rory immediately stood up.
"Private," Rory and Paris chorused.
"Tristan, I apologize, but I have to go," Rory said.
"No prob, Mary," Tristan assured.
"And we're back to weird," Rory proclaimed. Then, she and Paris went out into the halls, and found a secluded corner.
"What is it? What's wrong?" Rory wondered.
"They want me to make a decision---by the end of the week---as if I could make an incredibly important decision on such short notice. I mean, what do they think I am, a computer? They're my parents, I love them, and what am I going to do?" Paris babbled.
"Okay. First, you're gonna stop talking like Molly Parker," Rory told her. "And then, we're going to eat lunch," she continued.
"Excuse me. How does food solve my problem?" Paris asked.
"We can talk and eat," Rory replied. They sat down and began talking quietly. That afternoon, Luke Danes came into Doosey's Market.
"Luke. What are you doing here?" Taylor Doosey asked.
"Need more coffee beans," Luke responded.
"Ah. Lorelai went through the machine again?" Taylor surmised.
"As per usual," Luke confirmed. Then, "Where's Dean?"
"I don't know. He's usually so punctual. This really isn't like him," Taylor answered. Just then, the door opened.
"I know, I know. I'm late. I'm sorry," they heard Dean say.
"Dean, you're late," Taylor chastised.
"I just apologized for that," Dean reminded him as grabbed his uniform and tied it around his waist.
"Hey, you okay? You look terrible," Luke noted.
"Yeah. I---just had a rough night," Dean answered, wincing slightly.
"But you're sure you're okay?" Luke questioned.
"I'm fine. Okay?" Dean snapped. He pushed past the two and started setting up.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
For those who don't know, Molly Parker is a reference for a 1st season Facts of Life character that had a tendency to pour out her problems in one breath.