LORELAI
I had packed Kat a bag when I got home from Sookie's. Since Paris was asleep in Kat's room I yanked things from my own closet, the clean laundry, and her shoes that were by the front door. I woke up Luke to tell him to take it with him to the diner in the morning, then texted Sookie that it would be there when Luke got to the diner. I then went to bed and didn't wake up until Sookie called. Rory still wasn't awake by the time I got off the phone with my best friend, so Paris and I went to the diner to get breakfast. I was eating pancakes and Paris was eating an omelet when Rory stormed in.
"Glad to know you'd go eat breakfast without me." Rory said in a tone that was a bit startling.
"Your future brother was hungry." I said even keeled, choosing to ignore Rory's tone.
"and so was I... I was hungry for an hour before Lorelai over here woke up. Maybe if you hadn't drank quite so much yesterday you would've been awake to join us," Paris said matter of fact. A tinge of annoyance was detectable in her voice.
"Where are my keys?"
"They're not here, so sit down. I can have Luke make you a breakfast burrito. I am guessing based on your tone yesterday's choices are catching up with you," I told my first-born.
"I have to get back to the city. I have work to do. Deadlines to make."
"Rory. We need to talk"
"Did you not hear me? I have work to do."
"I know about the Times." I replied
Rory's eyes grew wide.
"What do you mean?"
"I know you don't have deadlines to make or work to do."
"How do you know that?" Rory demanded, "Let me guess, Kat told you."
"No. I did," Paris said. Something that wasn't quite entirely factual as I knew before Paris told me that morning.
"Judas."
"It may be New Testament style, but that's still an old retort. I am hardly offended."
"This anger is exactly why we need to talk," I prodded.
"I get you're pregnant and you probably need to practice your parenting skills, but I'm not a child"
"Well honey, you're acting like one. So sit down. I'm going to go tell Luke to get you a burrito."
PARIS
"Are you back with Logan?" I asked while Lorelai sat at the counter talking to Luke and waiting on Rory's burrito. The fact she didn't come back to the table made it seem likely she was avoiding her daughter.
"What? No."
"Oh, I thought maybe that was the reason you were suddenly acting like a spoiled trust fund kid who doesn't want to contribute anything to the world. So cut the crap Gilmore. I'm not your mother. I am assuming you still have some remnants of that Yale education bouncing around in your head. I am also assuming you don't want to live off of your father for the rest of your life. So pull it together."
"Pull what together Paris? There's nothing to pull together. Don't you get it? I don't have a life here. Kat stole it. I don't have a life in New York, Kat ruined that. If the New York Times fires you? No one is going to you. I have nothing to pull together."
"Okay. You want to play that victim card? You're the victim of yourself Rory. Your mom took you home last night because you do still have a life here. You got fired from the Times because YOU didn't meet a deadline and your plot to use and exploit your newly found step-sister didn't pan out. Yet, because you're Rory Gilmore you're still not having to face the consequences of those actions since you have your father's money to fall back on. So figure something out. I know this is a small town with an obnoxiously high number of festivals, but do they have a paper?"
"Yes. Paris. Stars Hollow has a paper."
"Then why aren't you applying to work for them. Rory Gilmore is a queen in this town. So go get that job. It will be something new on your resume to prove yourself again. Or... just write. You're a journalist. Write. If Jess can write a book, why can't you? You're better than this Rory. You're a female who was raised on the successes of Hilary Clinton and Ruth Bader Ginsberg. Though... I suppose you can go be another trust fund kid who has a degree, but does nothing with their life. That Rory is not my best friend though. People with rocks for brains don't interest me. Eloise at the Plaza doesn't have a friend named Paris. "
"Paris. It's not that simple"
"What? Either way I look at it, I'm right. Looks like your mother is coming back, so I am going to tell you. Lorelai was nicer to me than my own mother so when she sits down, you're going to end your audition for the role of moody teenager unable to regulate their emotions."