Lorelai's POV
Tomorrow
It was Saturday night.
I was going to Hartford along with Chris and Rory to tell my parents.
I groaned.
Why do I have to tell them?
Because they're your parents.
I'm not telling your parents. I stated.
I know that. They hate you.
I was shocked.
How nice of you to say?
It's the truth.
I smacked him upside the head.
That hurt. He complained.
It was suppose to.
Chris smirked evilly at me.
NO YOU DON'T! I screamed attempting to run away from him.
Key word "attempting"
I get an inch before Chris's arms were wrapped around my waist stopping me from trying to run away.
Chris started tickling me like a maniac and I was snorting like a pig.
Are you sorry?
Yes.
He stopped tickling me.
Finally.
I went into the closet and emerged out in a White long sleeved long shirt, denim jeans with a couple of ripped holes in them, brown ankle boots, and black sunglasses.
Lets go so we can get this over with.
Fine with me and I feel the same way.
Alright.
Chris went and got changed in the closet and then came out.
Lets go get Rory.
Okay.
We walked downstairs.
Rory emerged from her room dressed in a gray shirt that had Harvard written on it with red letter, light blue jeans, white high top converse, and black sunglasses.
Lets go now.
Alright, calm down.
Okay.