Seasons of Love
A/N - Kind of a weird, future fic. My first real attempt at doing Rory, so please be gentle with those reviews of yours! :)
Important Information
-Takes place during the following December, after "Teach Me Tonight". All the episodes following the accident did not happen in this story, but the accident DID happen. "Teach Me Tonight" takes place, I'm guessing, around April/May-ish so just imagine the following winter, about eight months after the crash. Luke and Lorelai have not completely made up, yet.
Pairing - L/L and R/J
A/N - Song AND fic are both told from Rory's POV.
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Seasons of Love
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes,
Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes,
How do you measure- measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets?
In midnights, in cups of coffee?
In inches, in miles?
In laughter, in strife?
In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure a year in your life?
The new year is approaching quickly. Next week, to be exact. My mother is now thirty-four years old and little old me, a senior at Chilton. I still cannot bring myself to believe that just one measly year ago, things were normal. Okay, maybe not 'normal' per se, considering this is Stars Hollow, but as normal as life here could possibly get. I haven't seen Jess since the crash last year, and, sadly, Luke and my mother had never quite been the same ever again. Oh, sure, they talk once in a while, but it's never more then a few insignificant words of monotony. I miss my old life. Things are so complicated now. Dean and I were also never the same since the accident and I'm sad about that, but who really cares now, we broke up months ago. I miss Dean, I miss Jess and I miss Luke. I'm getting very depressed and I don't know how much longer I can take it. The forecast in my mind for the new year does not look happy at all.
"Rory?" My mom called me from her bedroom, where she was getting ready for work.
"Yeah?" I answered blandly, walking into her room.
"Pink or Blue?" She asked me, holding up two silk blouses.
"Blue." I shrugged. "They're both nice." I told her and plopped onto her bed.
"Good choice." She smiled at me warmly.
"What's the occasion?"
Her eyes lit up as she took a seat beside me. "I'm going out with Mike again tonight." She giggled happily.
I just nodded my head, and when she turned away to go apply her make-up in the bathroom, I rolled my eyes. Mike. There is not one person I despise more in this world then that boring accountant she has for a boyfriend. He treats me like I'm just some unfortunate baggage that goes along with my mother's company, and I do not like having to leave the house every single weekend just because he wants to seduce my mother. Jeez, get a room. Whenever they come back to the house after their dates, he would take me aside and ask me to leave. Can you believe that? But, yet, when my mom is around, he acts like there is no one he would rather spend time with then me. Ugh, I really don't like that guy.
"I went with the pink." My mom said, while walking back over to me.
"You look good, can we go get coffee now?" I asked droopily, while forcing my tired body off of the bed. "I'm thirsty."
"Me too. Ooh, let's check out that new coffeehouse by your school. You know, the one that has the humungous cup of coffee on the roof?"
"I want Luke's coffee." I snapped, a little more harshly the I had intended to say it. "Listen, if you wanna go to that place in Hartford, then go, I'm not stopping you, but I'm going to Luke's." I got up and walked away from my mother, then turned around. "You can come if you want to." I said numbly and ran down the stairs, roughly grabbing my coat off of the banister. I started for the door, but didn't leave. I waited for my mother to come down. Maybe she'll come with me, I thought. Yeah, sure. She never came, so I just left without saying good-bye to her.
Yeah, Chilton was horrible as usual. My grades have maintained their regular good status, even though my lack of enthusiasm has gotten noticeably worse. I just don't care anymore. I really want this year to be over as soon as possible. I went over to see Lane, but she was out with some of her friends from the cheerleading squad. As I walked down her driveway, I saw tears fall to the ground. Were those coming out of my eyes? I asked myself this, then brought my fingers up to my eyes and felt water. Yes, indeed they were. I needed to talk to someone, but no one was there. I eyed the diner across the street and thought about maybe talking to some coffee. Before I realized what I was doing, I found myself at the counter, looking around for Luke. I never went for coffee that morning when I told my mom I was going to, but she would never know I lied, it's not like she talks to Luke, anyway. Actually, it has been almost a month since I've actually talked to him. I saw him appear around the counter, looking sad and lonley...a lot like me.
"Hey, Luke." I smiled up at him warmly.
He looked happy to see me. Phew. I'm glad.
A grin appeared on his face as he came over nearer to me.
"Hey, Rory. Coffee?" He held up the pot.
"Yup." I nodded and watched him as he filled the ceramic mug. "How are you?"
"Oh, the same. Nothing exciting here." He smiled half-heartedly and noticed my dejected face. "You okay?"
I nodded and proceeded to sip my coffee. I saw him flash me a concerned glance, but I just smiled and nodded. It's not like he would actually just sit there and listen to my problems anyway, I doubt that he would close up just to hear me complain. Deep in thought, I stared blankly into my coffee. By the time I looked up from my little world of staring, I noticed that the diner was closed and that there was a donut in front of me. Even though I was in a sad mood, I felt my lips curl into a small smile and when I saw Luke come out of the storage room, I flashed him a grateful grin.
I bit into the donut hungrily, considering I haven't really been eating much lately.
Through swallows, I managed to mumble a happy "Thank-you" to him.
He turned to face me. "No problem." He sat down on his stool behind the counter and watched me as I ate. "You okay?" He asked me for a second time.
"I'm still breathing." I answered sullenly, but continued to smile. Don't ask why, I really don't know.
"Well, that's always a good sign." He smiled and poured more coffee into my mug. "But that's not what I meant."
I sighed deeply and nodded. "I know."
"Where's your mom?" He asked me, looking down at his lap.
"Out with Mike." I told him, rolling my eyes. "Ugh, he makes me sick."
"Like a hurling kind of sick?"
"Precisely." I nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, he has that effect on everyone." Luke said, looking displeased at the mentioning of the infamous Mike.
"You know him?" I was surprised.
"Not really, he's been in here a few times. Very stuck-up. Very boring." He sighed and started wiping the counter, where I had accidentally spilled a little coffee.
I just shook my head. "I really don't understand what my mom sees in him, but if she's happy then I guess I'll just deal with his incredibly annoying presence." I cringed angrily at the thought of him and his stupid self.
"Have you told your mom about any of these thoughts?"
"Not really, I guess I'm too chicken." I glanced at my watch and got up from the wooden stool. "I gotta go, see you tomorrow, Luke." I grinned and left the diner, feeling a little bit better. Okay, fine. I'm happy, so shoot me. I never really realized how nice Luke really was, but then again, I never actually had a real conversation with him. When I reached my house, I saw Mike's shimmering, new Lexus parked in our driveway. Drawing a pained sigh from my body, I sat helplessly on the curb, silently wishing for my old life to return to me.
To be continued......
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A/N - Kind of a weird, future fic. My first real attempt at doing Rory, so please be gentle with those reviews of yours! :)
Important Information
-Takes place during the following December, after "Teach Me Tonight". All the episodes following the accident did not happen in this story, but the accident DID happen. "Teach Me Tonight" takes place, I'm guessing, around April/May-ish so just imagine the following winter, about eight months after the crash. Luke and Lorelai have not completely made up, yet.
Pairing - L/L and R/J
A/N - Song AND fic are both told from Rory's POV.
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Seasons of Love
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes,
Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes,
How do you measure- measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets?
In midnights, in cups of coffee?
In inches, in miles?
In laughter, in strife?
In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure a year in your life?
The new year is approaching quickly. Next week, to be exact. My mother is now thirty-four years old and little old me, a senior at Chilton. I still cannot bring myself to believe that just one measly year ago, things were normal. Okay, maybe not 'normal' per se, considering this is Stars Hollow, but as normal as life here could possibly get. I haven't seen Jess since the crash last year, and, sadly, Luke and my mother had never quite been the same ever again. Oh, sure, they talk once in a while, but it's never more then a few insignificant words of monotony. I miss my old life. Things are so complicated now. Dean and I were also never the same since the accident and I'm sad about that, but who really cares now, we broke up months ago. I miss Dean, I miss Jess and I miss Luke. I'm getting very depressed and I don't know how much longer I can take it. The forecast in my mind for the new year does not look happy at all.
"Rory?" My mom called me from her bedroom, where she was getting ready for work.
"Yeah?" I answered blandly, walking into her room.
"Pink or Blue?" She asked me, holding up two silk blouses.
"Blue." I shrugged. "They're both nice." I told her and plopped onto her bed.
"Good choice." She smiled at me warmly.
"What's the occasion?"
Her eyes lit up as she took a seat beside me. "I'm going out with Mike again tonight." She giggled happily.
I just nodded my head, and when she turned away to go apply her make-up in the bathroom, I rolled my eyes. Mike. There is not one person I despise more in this world then that boring accountant she has for a boyfriend. He treats me like I'm just some unfortunate baggage that goes along with my mother's company, and I do not like having to leave the house every single weekend just because he wants to seduce my mother. Jeez, get a room. Whenever they come back to the house after their dates, he would take me aside and ask me to leave. Can you believe that? But, yet, when my mom is around, he acts like there is no one he would rather spend time with then me. Ugh, I really don't like that guy.
"I went with the pink." My mom said, while walking back over to me.
"You look good, can we go get coffee now?" I asked droopily, while forcing my tired body off of the bed. "I'm thirsty."
"Me too. Ooh, let's check out that new coffeehouse by your school. You know, the one that has the humungous cup of coffee on the roof?"
"I want Luke's coffee." I snapped, a little more harshly the I had intended to say it. "Listen, if you wanna go to that place in Hartford, then go, I'm not stopping you, but I'm going to Luke's." I got up and walked away from my mother, then turned around. "You can come if you want to." I said numbly and ran down the stairs, roughly grabbing my coat off of the banister. I started for the door, but didn't leave. I waited for my mother to come down. Maybe she'll come with me, I thought. Yeah, sure. She never came, so I just left without saying good-bye to her.
Yeah, Chilton was horrible as usual. My grades have maintained their regular good status, even though my lack of enthusiasm has gotten noticeably worse. I just don't care anymore. I really want this year to be over as soon as possible. I went over to see Lane, but she was out with some of her friends from the cheerleading squad. As I walked down her driveway, I saw tears fall to the ground. Were those coming out of my eyes? I asked myself this, then brought my fingers up to my eyes and felt water. Yes, indeed they were. I needed to talk to someone, but no one was there. I eyed the diner across the street and thought about maybe talking to some coffee. Before I realized what I was doing, I found myself at the counter, looking around for Luke. I never went for coffee that morning when I told my mom I was going to, but she would never know I lied, it's not like she talks to Luke, anyway. Actually, it has been almost a month since I've actually talked to him. I saw him appear around the counter, looking sad and lonley...a lot like me.
"Hey, Luke." I smiled up at him warmly.
He looked happy to see me. Phew. I'm glad.
A grin appeared on his face as he came over nearer to me.
"Hey, Rory. Coffee?" He held up the pot.
"Yup." I nodded and watched him as he filled the ceramic mug. "How are you?"
"Oh, the same. Nothing exciting here." He smiled half-heartedly and noticed my dejected face. "You okay?"
I nodded and proceeded to sip my coffee. I saw him flash me a concerned glance, but I just smiled and nodded. It's not like he would actually just sit there and listen to my problems anyway, I doubt that he would close up just to hear me complain. Deep in thought, I stared blankly into my coffee. By the time I looked up from my little world of staring, I noticed that the diner was closed and that there was a donut in front of me. Even though I was in a sad mood, I felt my lips curl into a small smile and when I saw Luke come out of the storage room, I flashed him a grateful grin.
I bit into the donut hungrily, considering I haven't really been eating much lately.
Through swallows, I managed to mumble a happy "Thank-you" to him.
He turned to face me. "No problem." He sat down on his stool behind the counter and watched me as I ate. "You okay?" He asked me for a second time.
"I'm still breathing." I answered sullenly, but continued to smile. Don't ask why, I really don't know.
"Well, that's always a good sign." He smiled and poured more coffee into my mug. "But that's not what I meant."
I sighed deeply and nodded. "I know."
"Where's your mom?" He asked me, looking down at his lap.
"Out with Mike." I told him, rolling my eyes. "Ugh, he makes me sick."
"Like a hurling kind of sick?"
"Precisely." I nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, he has that effect on everyone." Luke said, looking displeased at the mentioning of the infamous Mike.
"You know him?" I was surprised.
"Not really, he's been in here a few times. Very stuck-up. Very boring." He sighed and started wiping the counter, where I had accidentally spilled a little coffee.
I just shook my head. "I really don't understand what my mom sees in him, but if she's happy then I guess I'll just deal with his incredibly annoying presence." I cringed angrily at the thought of him and his stupid self.
"Have you told your mom about any of these thoughts?"
"Not really, I guess I'm too chicken." I glanced at my watch and got up from the wooden stool. "I gotta go, see you tomorrow, Luke." I grinned and left the diner, feeling a little bit better. Okay, fine. I'm happy, so shoot me. I never really realized how nice Luke really was, but then again, I never actually had a real conversation with him. When I reached my house, I saw Mike's shimmering, new Lexus parked in our driveway. Drawing a pained sigh from my body, I sat helplessly on the curb, silently wishing for my old life to return to me.
To be continued......
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