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Ch7: Run away try to find a safe place you can hide
"Please make it stop."
"Make what stop?"
"The noise."
"Mom, I was just asking what do you want to order."
Rory said taking of her jacket and putting it on a chair beside her. They were sitting in a small restaurant that was just a block away from the hotel. Rory didn't want to eat there so they went out and decided to eat their breakfast here. The place was crowded although it was barely nine thirty in the morning which she thought was way to early for cherry conversations that everyone here were so found of for some strange reason.
"Yeah, but you're voice is extra high this morning." Lorelai complained.
"No, it's not."
"I need coffee, pronto." Lorelai complained.
"The waiter will be here in a moment."
"That's not fast enough." She said "Does my face look pale in these dark sunglasses?" She asked as Rory looked at her in confusion.
"No, that's just your usual color."
"I knew I should've gotten a ten before this trip."
"And what the hell did you do last night? Hit a few parties with Paris Hilton maybe?" Rory asked sarcastically.
"God, who do you think I am? I mean I did do some not so admirable things in my life but that is just low. I'm really insulted now." She said pretending to be upset.
"Hey, don't blame me, you'd ask the same thing if you saw yourself in the mirror. So fess up to your favorite daughter."
Lorelai sighed.
"When you left Emily suggested that we make a toast to the wedding and so we did and then she proceeded to talk for ages about how incompetent our wedding planner is and why Luke doesn't want to wear Armani suit and I looked at my martini glass, which was empty, so I ordered a new one. And maybe a couple of more after that. And then we went to our room and…it's a long story…"
"That I really don't wanna hear about." Rory said, wrinkling her nose in disguise.
"It's all your fault you know. If you were there none of this would have happened and I wouldn't feel like I just hit my head in a wall repeatedly, like I do now." Lorelai stated as Rory gave her a look.
Just then the waiter finally took pity at them and walked up to take their orders.
"Oh, the guy who brings coffee is here. You have the best job in the world, let me tell you that. And you should be paid at least triple more then you are." She said as a waiter looked at her probably thinking she was crazy "I'll have the largest cup of coffee you have in this place and make it extra black."
"I'll take one too. But just your regular black, please."
"Well aren't you just…" Lorelai said but then paused to put hand on her forehead "Never mind, I'll just go and sleep for a few minutes if you don't mind." Lorelai said putting her head on the table.
"I could use that sleep myself."
"Yeah, where were you last night, pulling that little disappearing act of yours." She asked looking up from the table at Rory "You got wasted last night with grandma, didn't you? I knew she had a dark side I didn't know about."
"No, I just went for some fresh air, which turned into a two hour walk around the city. What'd you say we take this coffee to go and get back to hotel and sleep?"
"Can't. I have a date with Luke. Kinda promised to go for breakfast with him and do the sightseeing thingy."
"But you could explain it to him, he'd understand."
"I'll be fine once I get some caffeine into my system, thank you very much."
The door bell jingled and Rory looked up from her menu seeing Luke walk in. He looked around, scanning the place and then he finally noticed her and after a brief wave walked over to the table.
"You better be fine now because Luke just came in and he's heading over here."
"He can't."
"What do you mean 'he can't'?"
"I look like a disaster. I should probably go ahead and cancel the wedding because he certainly will once he sees me."
"Dramatic much?"
"Oh, you say that now but you just wait and see." Lorelai said, sitting up with a wince.
"Rory, have you seen…?" he stopped in the middle of the sentence as he turned to Lorelai "Why are you wearing those ridiculous sunglasses?"
"For your information those are Tom Ford, not ridiculous. And I just wanted to try on a new look. You know, urban and chic." She said with a smile and then turned to her daughter "Little help here hon."
"She'll be over it by tomorrow, don't worry. It's just one of those impulsive things she does." Rory explained. "I'd blame it on the change of weather or the martinis."
"Remind me to never ask you for any favors ever again."
"You two are officially insane. There's no other logical explanation."
"And that's just one of my many charming qualities."
Luke sighed.
The waiter came over bringing their coffee. Lorelai took hers and drank it all up practically in one gulp as Rory watched in amazement. Luke on the other hand after staring for quite some time at his future wife in shock finally managed to pull himself together and ordered something for himself.
"I was planning on doing some shopping, I promised Lane that I'll get her some records and I should probably look for something for grandpa. And than maybe later go to Times Square and Central Park and maybe MET if I have time. I've heard some really great things about it and since you'll go with Luke today I can go see it by myself. You'd fall asleep there anyway."
"I would not. You were talking about that shopping street we passed on our way here that you promised to go and check out with me right?"
"Nope. I was talking about the museum, Metropolitan Museum of Art to be precise."
"Well, it was a close guess." Lorelai said with a sigh "And I'd love to go with you but as you said I already have plans. Not that I wouldn't love to stand in front of some confusing painting and stare at it for 20 minutes. I mean I'd…"
"Yeah, yeah I know you would. You're just busy…I get it." Rory said in a mock serious voice.
"Okay, now what are we gonna eat? I'm starving!" Lorelai asked.
"Hm, I'll have an omelet with cheese, two chocolate pancakes and a blubbery muffin." Rory said.
"Make that two, and Luke you said to that fine young man to bring me coffee too when you ordered, right?"
"But you just had one."
"One? Are you even aware of the words that are coming out of your mouth? Have the years of serving me coffee thought you nothing? I can't believe…" she paused to take a breath.
"I'll be right back." He finally gave in walking to the counter.
"And that's why I'm marrying you."
~lit~
Her cell phone rang so she quickly looked at the ID and after a short pause closed it. This would be the fifteenth call from him this morning that she refused to answer. She knew why he was calling. To apologize for last night and to say that she's the only girl he loves. And how he didn't do anything wrong and she was just overreacting. It was a story she heard frequently from him in the last couple of months.
And tomorrow she'll go home to their apartment and find a box that holds a huge bouquet of red roses on the table with a little note. She'll take them out and inhale the sweet scent and then go to the kitchen to find the appropriate vase. Just when she finds the vase and puts the bouquet next to a similar one from last week he'll call.
They'll talk, she'll forgive him and ten minutes later they'll laugh at it all and he'll tell her about the life in London and she'll thank him for the flowers and by the end of the day it will all be forgotten.
But right now she didn't want to deal with any of it. She wanted to be childish and forget about her problems, put them in a little box and lock them up for a day. And after a breakfast she just finished up five minutes ago she was ready to start her exploring of the city and the search for presents. She stood on the street looking around.
All the people were in a hurry to get somewhere, like they did every other day before, not impressed by their surroundings. When she was younger she always imagined her life would be like that. After graduating from college she'd start working at some big newspaper company and she'd live in some one bedroom overpriced apartment, struggling to make it in the big city. And in the morning she'd hurry to work, cell phone in one and coffee in the other hand or she'd take a cab to the airport going to another trip concerning her job as an overseas correspondent.
It was her dream since she was ten. And maybe it did have something to do with her living in a small town where nothing ever happened but she was sure it had a lot to do with her wanting to experience life in every sense of the word, and to work and to go to all the exciting places. She was never the one to sit at home and she was sure she never would be. And she was damn proud of it.
And now, standing here, observing her surroundings it all seemed so big, the streets, buildings, and she looked so small. Her problems looked small, insignificant. The thought made feel lighter somehow, it made her smile.
Standing on a pavement she raised her hand up and called for a cab. The car stopped and she grinned feeling native and urban, as Lorelai put it, as she opened the cab door and got in dropping her bag besides her.
"Where to?" the driver asked turning in her direction.
She looked down at her NYC map deciding to start of the tour with a museum and then go shopping after "Fifth avenue, 82nd street, please."
~lit~
Five hours later, and fifteen blocks further she was dying for a couch, or a chair or anything she could sit on, really. The only good thing she did was put on her favorite snickers this morning because if she didn't she was sure she'd be falling off her feet by now, or worse. The bags were really starting to get heavy, but she just had to buy Lane six records instead of two, and she just couldn't pass that cute jacket and dark blue jeans she saw at Bloomingdales and not to mention the gifts for Richard and Logan, Sookie and Miss Patty and whomever else she remembered.
So here she was now, standing in the middle of the street, still unwilling to admit she was completely lost, with only a couple of dollars in her valet, which was not enough for a cab fare to her hotel. But there was a positive side to all of that – at least she had enough money for a hot dog because really those pancakes form this morning were long gone and she was hungry as hell. Plus she probably had to walk back to hotel (wherever that was) and she needed energy.
Putting all her bags in one hand she walked up to the hot dog stand with a sigh taking out the last of her money as a guy working there asked her what she'll have.
"Um…I'll take…"
"…one with everything." He cut her of finishing the sentence.
She closed her eyes for a second thinking she must be delusional from all the walking and the sun. But after taking a deep breath she turned around to face the person standing next to her, her face turning white.
Jess.
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