A/N: Aren't you just bouncing off the walls right now? I am. I'm so thrilled at this very moment (and now I have Thriller in my head). I didn't think I'd get this chapter out as soon as I am (I was at a horse show, actually), so I'm struggling through massive sleep deprivation for you lovely readers. Imma try to respond to your reviews soon, but…you know how it is. Anyway, epicly long rant over. Enjoy and review!
PS: I know many of you want me to be longer, and I really am trying! But these chapters are going to get longer. I've got to do the boring laying the groundwork stuff. R/J interaction coming soon!
Disclaimer: Let's get some shoes!
Rory Gilmore was confused.
Computers did not seem to like her, it seemed. She could handle typing and using Microsoft Word and such, but now it was an entirely new challenge to navigate this dating service thing. It irked her that she, the modern woman, was struggling to set this up. Eventually though, after a few mumbled threats and curses hidden under her breath (that made her sound remarkably like Luke) she was successful in filling in most of her personal information.
Lorelai, bringing in a cup of coffee, to which Rory nabbed gratefully, grinned at the unanswered ADDRESS box.
"Make it say Mom's House."
Rory shot a glare at her before replying. "Oh yes. Because that would strike everyone as normal."
Lorelai nodded seriously. "Might as well be honest kiddo. You can't leave me."
Turning back to the computer, she typed in the address of her mom's house, ignoring Lorelai's shouts of joy at seeing their address on the screen. Clicking the next button, she was sentenced to a detailed explanation of how the questions worked. She read it carefully, making sure to miss nothing in the instructions.
Basically, she had to answer a ton of questions now, and then when she first IMed her first match and then every time they began talking to each other, they each had to choose one of the answers to reveal. The questions would range in difficulty level on how to answer it, something Rory did not revel in partaking in.
Sighing, she continued to the questions page, letting out a groan as she viewed the large amount of questions awaiting her.
Once more glaring at Lorelai, she muttered, "I can't believe I let you talk me into this."
First question: Do you like to read?
Rory grinned at this, immediately checking yes. Another box appeared under this, asking her what her favorite book was. She considered it for a moment, before looking at the screen name at the top of her screen. Considering this for a moment, she typed in "Oliver Twist."
This was going to take much longer than she anticipated…
If there was one thing in the world Jess Mariano hated, it was computers. He avoided them at all costs. The Subsect was written on yellow notebook paper that cost him 64 cents at a rundown gas station. All of his work was done by hand, his reviews done in red ink, ect. He had very little experience with computers, making this new situation extremely difficult.
He glared at the computer. "Work , dammit."
When that didn't seem to work, he shifted the mouse around, finding the arrow. The first parts were easy, (gender, date of birth, and more pointless questions). He filled in Truncheon for his address, hoping to god that Hart2Hart wouldn't actually send him something, for fear that Matt or Chris would immediately opening it. They were not known for their respect for privacy, as proven on many, many occasions.
The next page brought him to an instruction page, which he immediately skipped. He had no intention of painstakingly reading over this crap. He'd figure it out himself, he figured stubbornly.
Moving on, he was alarmed at the amount of questions he was now going to be forced to answer.
He flicked his eyes to the first question.
Do you like to read?
He checked yes, and jumped when another box appeared seemingly out of nowhere. He glanced around, making sure no one was around to witness his slight humiliation, before reading the contents of the magically appearing box.
Rubbing his chin, he sighed. Favorite book, hmm?
He considered his options.
One: He could be honest and write the book he connected to the most, Oliver Twist. Of course, then he risked looking like the only book he had read was Oliver Twist.
Two: He could lie and pick a different book.
Shrugging, he picked the first option, then continued on through the questions.
Both clicked finish at the end of their answering sprees, waiting with annoyance and excitement for their matches, both secretly kind of nervous.
End.
Hope you enjoyed! Remember: Longer chapters/interaction coming soon!