You know, when I wrote the first plan for this, this was only go for ten chapters – one chapter for each year that they left. But, Rory hasn't even turned one yet! Oh well, we got a longer story now! Anyway, I thought I'd be a nice little writer and give you an extra chapter because of my recent slackness in that area. Here it is, enjoy... And, please, review?
Jess
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Chapter 10
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Considering the days were steadily closing in on winter, it wasn't really that cold. Sure, there was still over a month 'til it was technically winter, but at the time of year when she could no longer hang out by the pool all day with her friends…
Speaking of which, most of her friends would be falling into the routine of a new school year. They would be graduating in June.
She almost wondered if she should try and get there. But then she remember that most of her 'friends' had stopped talking to her as soon as they found out she was pregnant. Like they would fall pregnant just because they knew someone their age that was pregnant.
Seriously, how stupid could you get? Clearly their parents weren't all that clue-y as to the whole baby-making process.
But she remembered that her best friend would be graduating all the way over in California without you. That is, if he hadn't managed to graduate last June.
That strange depressing feeling washed over her and she decided she was in desperate need of the excellent coffee she'd tasted the day before. So she wandered down the street and across the town square to Weston's Bakery.
It was warm and smelt fantastic in there, so she decided to get herself a slice of pie to go with her coffee. As she ate, she noticed Rory doing that adorable baby face that made her melt, so she got a cookie for Rory.
After only two visits, Lorelai decided she liked sitting in that cozy bakery watching the world go on around her. She recalled everything Babbette and Miss Patty had told her the previous day about the town.
As she looked out the window, she knew exactly who Kirk was. He was younger than her, and a complete goof ball. Watching him reminded her of Christopher when Chris and her were still in elementary school.
She knew that Taylor Doose was counting the days 'til his father retired and left the market to his eldest son. She also knew that Taylor was biding his time, waiting until the perfect moment to announce that he was going to run for town selectman, whatever that meant.
She knew that William's Hardware was closed indefinitely while the owner, William Danes, battled illness. She knew that the town didn't expect him to last much longer, especially since his only daughter had left nearly 18 months ago with his first grandchild.
She idly wondered if William had been as distant as her own father had been? And if Mrs. Danes (she hadn't picked up the name) was as controlling and suffocating as her own mother? And she wondered if, like herself, the Danes girl has just gotten so sick of both of them that that she couldn't handle it anymore?
She wanted to believe this, because she couldn't imagine that someone would leave when their father was obviously so ill. Even though she had never had that great a relationship with her father, she knew that it was heaps better than the one with her mother.
Even Ray Charles could've seen that!
At least Richard left her to do her own thing, figure things out on her own. Yet, she couldn't seem to purge the image of his disappointed face, on the night she'd finally told them she was pregnant, from her mind.
That one look hurt more, made her feel worse, than any of the insults and accusations her mother sent her way.
Sighing, she decided that she couldn't wait to be working in the afternoon, when her mind would be too busy thinking about what she had to do at work to realise that maybe – just maybe – she did miss that privileged, Hartford life she'd been born into.
Where everyone went to the same parties, and hung out with the same people. Where she was the one waited on, not the other way 'round.
Where, after graduation, she knew she would be going off to college with at least five people she had grown up with, regardless of whether she liked them or not.
Where cheerleaders were blonde-haired and blue eyed.
Where she was the scary rebel-girl that wasn't allowed to hang out with certain people because their parents didn't like her wild ways.
Where Christopher was by her side as they planned their grand European tour, him sleeping on park benches outside the backpacker hostels she was planning on staying in.
Where it didn't matter how nice you were, everything went by how many Benjamin's could be handed over – the more the better.
But she hated the world, really. She might miss certain aspects, like the comfort of knowing that now matter how bad you screwed up, your parents could always pay for it to be fixed – or send you to that boarding school 1000 miles away.
She sighed and looked down at Rory. Beautiful Rory, who looked like she had when she was a year old. "C'mon, baby, lets go for an explore."