Chapter 2

Lorealai

"Oh, man, that was horrible." Luke complained.

"Come, come, here," I requested.

Luke walked over to me looking tired. I looked him over and said, "Oh Nothings broken. I just think you have to check into the drama queen AA for a few days, but other than that I think you're good."

"Ha, ha very funny," Luke commented. "I think I'm gonna go take a shower, then maybe… uh, do something."

"Okay sweets," I said. As Luke was walking up the steps I said to him, "Did I mention how much I appreciate you coming with me tonight?"

"No you forgot that fact," Luke mumbled.

"Well, thank you."

"You're welcome," He said to me.

I went upstairs behind Luke to change into more comfortable clothes, and then went back down stairs and turned on the television. I caught General Hospital in the middle of the episode. I sat there watching Monica diagnose a patient for a minute before I heard the shower turn on followed by running water. There was a knock at the door. I walked to the door and it was already opened. Standing there was a fairly pretty girl I would say around sixteen wearing a cold play tee shirt and loose fitting jeans. Over her shoulder was an extra large back-pack that looked like it weighed a ton.

"Excuse me are you lost little girl?" I asked her.

She dropped her blue pack-pack to the pavement. "First of all I'm not little, I'm sixteen. And I don't think I'm lost."

"Are looking for someone?" I asked her.

"Yeah, um," She looked at a small piece of paper. "Lorealai Gilmore, I'm looking for Lorealai Gilmore."

"This is she," I said uncertainly.

"Is your house insured?" She asked me. This threw me.

"What do they send incredibly rude, pretty, fifteen year olds carrying loner bags to sell me insurance?"

"No," she said flatly. "I asked that because I'm about to drop quite a bomb."

Rory

My cell-phone rang. Jess rolled over in his sleep at the sound of it. I groaned at the caller ID it was my mom.

"This had better be good," I answered the phone.

"Now is that the way to treat the woman who birthed you?" She said sarcastically. But I was too tired to notice.

"Mom, it's two in the morning," I moaned.

"But I'm timeless," she shot back.

"Mom," I wined.

"Okay fine," she said quickly. "Do you remember Cousin Alice?"

"No," I yawned. I was never going to let her live down that she woke me up at two a.m.

"Well, she was the only relative that I liked and we still talk sometimes…" She trailed off.

"Mom," I pleaded, "Make a point."

"Well, she has a kid."

"So," I challenged.

"A kid," Lorealai said in her matter of fact voice, "Who she sent to live with me."

I sat up. I was wide awake. "What?" I asked.

"Yeah, the kids name is Nemi, She's fifteen."

"Why is she staying with you?"

"Alice is going on a two year missionary trip and apparently sent Nemi to me." She whispered.

"Wow," was all I could say. "Why didn't you tell me before?" I asked suddenly hurt.

"She just got there an hour ago," she replied. "I was helping her settle in."

"So, you're gonna let her stay with you?" I asked to be clear.

"Well, yeah." Lorealai said. "I mean what kind of person, turns their back on a friend and a needy kid."

"Yeah, I guess," I sounded distant.

"What?" Lorealai asked.

"Is this a good idea…?"

"Are you still alive?" She asked me suddenly testy.

"Yes," I replied.

"Then she'll be fine!" she snapped. I guess I'm not the only one who's tired.

"So, she'll be staying with you for two years huh?" I asked.

"It's indefinite," she whispered, her voice gentile again.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.

"Well, she'll be sixteen if four months, then she can pack up and leave if she wants."

"Wow," I said.

"Wow, indeed." Lorealai repeated. "Can you imagine what Poor Nemi is feeling?"

"Her name is Nemi?" I asked.

"It's short for Naomi," she said some what defensively.

"Poor kid," I said.

"She's named for Alice's favorite bible character."

"Oh," I said trying to be sympathetic. It was clear she didn't want me to nag on the girl.

"Well," I better go," Lorealai broke off our silence.

"Okay," I said.

"Bye sweets," She said before hanging up the phone.

"Who was that?" Jess asked groggily from beside me.

"Lorealai," I said simply.

"Could you tell I hate her at this moment?"

"Sure," I answered distantly. I couldn't get my head around the fact that my mother was going to raise yet another child.

Lorealai

I walked down stairs to Luke making breakfast.

"What you making?" I asked him.

"Pancakes," he said. He was still in his pajamas it was only five of clock. "Make your own coffee."

"Okay," I said. I pulled out the necessary instruments and began to make the coffee. "Luke I have to tell you something." I never got to finish my statement because at that very moment Nemi came out of Rory's room.

She was all dressed showered and her hair was curled. She looked very pretty. A lot like Alice, but she looked more familiar, it was like I saw her every day.

"Okay, I went for a jog, showered, dressed, and I fed Paul Anoka. I'm going out for breakfast."

"How did you do all of that before five am?" I asked.

"I never sleep," she shrugged.

"Who the heck are you?" Luke asked.

"Well, I'm Nemi," she answered.

"What kind of name is that?"

I saw a deep red creep up Nemi's face.

Luke went to look in Rory's room. "Where's all your stuff?" he asked. "All there is here is about five thousand CDs."

"Well, my mom didn't know if Lorealai would let me stay so she's sending the rest of my stuff. It should be here sometime tomorrow." She answered nervously yet politely.

"You're mom sent you?" Luke looked mad. "Why aren't you with her or your dad?"

I could tell Luke had struck a chord. Nemi's voice took a sudden formal tone. "I'm going out to breakfast Ms. Gilmore. I'll be back soon." And with that she walked out the door.

I shot Luke a look of disapproval. I went out to catch Naomi.

Remy

I guess you could view me in two ways. You can view me as cute, little, missionary's daughter whose father sadly, left her fifteen years ago. Or you can view me as angry, illegitimate teenager whose father didn't care about either her or her mother's well being. I can handle a lot, but how dare that man question my judgment and pry into my personal life?

I was only able to ponder these thoughts for a moment, for I had only stormed past Lorelai's porch steps before she caught up to me.

"Hey," she called after me angrily.

I stopped and turned around.

She continued. "I'm not sure who to be madder at."

I sighed and let her go on. I knew how to handle getting in trouble like a pro.

Of course I should have expected something unexpected from Lorelai, but as usual she surprised me. "I think you should lay ground work."

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"We should lay down some simple rules and things about ourselves so the other knows what to do."

"We're gonna go this here, in front of the jeep, in front of your neighbors?" I asked. I really did not want to do this.

"That's right Nemi." She answered simply.

"The name's Remy," I said flatly.

"What? But you said…"

"I probably just said that because I was tired and didn't want to explain." I said.

"So your name isn't Naomi?" Lorelai asked.

"No it is," I said looking off into the neighbors' yard. There was a cat stuck under their porch.

"Then how did you get Remy?" She asked yet another question.

"My middle name's Rachel," I said. "If you mix the two names together you get Remy which is more rock and roll and less dorky I think."

"I get it," she said holding up a hand. I don't think she wanted to hear anymore. "Now with ground rules,"

"Okay you lay down rules and I'll tell you about myself." I said simply.

"Okay good. Well, I have only a few rules," she said. Only a few rules, I must be in heaven.

"Okay shoot," I was wondering what her rules were.

"Well, you have to be Civil to my parents."

"Done," I responded quickly.

"You have be at least semi polite to Luke," She said.

"I have the whole polite thing down," I was talking fast, "So done."

"And," she added, "You have to give me a shot."

"Definitely done," I replied.

"So now give your cliff notes on annoying things you do." She requested.

"I listen to a lot of music," I said keeping my voice and face plain.

"I saw your CD collection," Lorelai declared. "We'll get along fine."

"I'm smart, I drink coffee, and I play the guitar." I said trying to make her hate something about me.

"I just may love for the coffee, my daughter will love you for the books, and my daughter's best friend's band will love you." She replied. I think I just may like Lorelai, but it's too early to tell. I may just hate in the long run.

"I don't have the smoothest of relationships with my mother," I said wearily. Maybe Lorelai would kick me out because maybe she thinks I have problems. But she didn't.

"We'll get along just fine," she said, "Anything else?"

"I hate junk food." I said sternly.

Lorelai's mouth dropped open. "Then we'll just have to convert you." She decided. "You want to go get break fast?"

"But what about you," I asked running after her fro she began walking away.

"I'll answer once I get coffee in me." She said and we went off to get breakfast.

Don't hate me! Don't stop reading either. This was kind of an off chapter. And sorry it took a while to update, but I couldn't decide if adding Remy was a good idea or not. I'm still not sure. Review and tell me if you like Remy in the story. I can write her out in a second if you don't like her. I just thought that adding her might be fun and give the rest of the characters more story lines. Bye Review!!!!!