Seasons of Love
By Fiana Muhlberger
A/N - This chapter is told from Lorelai's POV. Thanks for the reviews! This is a very short chapter, but I promise that the next one will be MUCH longer! :)
Seasons of Love
Chapter 2 - Lorelai
What happened this morning? One minute I was talking about the color of my shirt then all of a sudden Rory flips out on me for no apparent reason. No, there must have been a reason because this is Rory we're talking about here. Sweet, calm, good-natured Rory. She must've been mad at me for a reason. Hmmm, maybe she was still upset over Dean? Nah. I was more upset over the break-up then she was. I think I let myself get too carried away with their relationship. I mean, I think I actually liked him more then she did. Oh man, that's too weird. That's not Lorelai Gilmore, that's Emily Gilmore. What was I thinking? I mean, that is so not me. I kept pushing her too much, making her think that Dean was 'the perfect guy' instead of thinking about what she really wanted. Okay, so maybe that's why she was mad. Ugh, I don't know what to do. Rory and I have been drifting apart so much lately and that scares me. You know I love her more then anything in the whole world, I mean, she's everything to me and I've just been blowing it. As I watched Mike's car pull out of the driveway and roll down the dark street, I thought about tonight. Tonight was awful. I thought it would be great, but it wasn't. Mike and I had a huge fight, really bad. He's never going to speak to me again. I walked over to the window when I heard some quiet footsteps and looked out onto the porch. I smiled faintly when my eyes fell on Rory, sulking on our swing. I sighed to myself and pulled on my faded, jean jacket and stepped out onto the porch.
"Hey, maybe you should come inside, it's warmer. Unless, your strangely into the whole frostbite thing, then I know a good phsychiatrst." I said and sat down beside her.
She sniffled and turned to face me, looking apologetically into my eyes. "How was your day?" She asked quietly.
"Oh, you know, the same. But, more importantly, how was your day? You left here kinda, um, I don't know-"
"Jerky?" She suggested.
"Well, although there are many other derogatory descriptions that could be used in this circumstance, jerky definitely ranks up in the top ten somewhere, yeah." I grinned, letting her know that it was okay.
"I'm sorry." She whispered and snuggled her body into my side, where I held her close to me.
"It's okay." I kissed the top of her head and rubbed her back gently before standing up. "Wanna come inside and have some coffee? I bought marshmallows. Now, I know your thinking 'coffee and marshmallows? Has she gone completely insane?' Ah, yes, but my dear, this is no ordinary coffee. This is the 'Chock Full 'o Nuts Deluxe Chocolate Cream Blend'. It tastes remarkably like hot chocolate, but yet, has the same caffeinated -y goodness that only coffee can provide."
"You need to breathe more." Rory smiled and wiped her tears away. "Sure, but only if you try it first. I don't wish to be poisoned tonight by that hot-chocolate/coffee crossover nonsense."
"Deal." I grinned and breathed in a sigh of relief as we both made our ways into the house.
That night, I watched Rory fall asleep on our couch. She was so peaceful as she slept, just rhythmically breathing....so happy. I told her about the fight Mike and I had and she pretended to be sorry. I knew she really didn't like him though, I could tell. How could I blame her? He was always nudging her out of the way, never even bothering to say hello to her. Never caring about anything. I would've broken up with him anyway, regardless of the fight. Tonight was nice though, me and Rory hanging out together. That hasn't happened in a while considering her distant mood lately. I wonder what she's been thinking about. Well, I know she's been worried about Luke and me, always trying to make me go into the diner. I want to, I really do, but something keeps stopping me. I don't know what it is. You know what I really want? I want to just be able to walk into the diner, tell Luke how sorry I am, and move on with my life. I want to be his friend again, the person who he could laugh with and talk to. I miss him more then I let people know of. I look happy all of the time, pretending that I don't care. But, I do care. I wish this whole 'Jess thing' never happened. I mean, for years, Luke and I never had any fights, then all of a sudden Jess comes and we have two really huge fights. It's awful how I let him come between us. Damn me. I wish I could, like, turn back time and have all of this nonsense go away. If I could, I would never have said the things I said and never would've done the things I did. After a few sighs, I kissed Rory's cheek and walked upstairs to bed.
"Mom, get up! I'm gonna be late for school." Rory yelled as she came charging into my bedroom.
"Mmmm, just ten more minutes." I mumbled, half-asleep, pulling the blankets safely over my head to prove my point. I just hate mornings.
"No, now." She pulled me up, out from underneath the covers, as I whimpered
like a baby being taken out of it's beloved crib.
After I dressed myself and brushed my hair, I went downstairs into the kitchen where I saw Rory making some coffee.
"What are you doing?" I asked her as if the act of making coffee was completely incredulous.
"Um, I'm making coffee." She pointed toward the pot and smiled.
"Why?"
"Because we like coffee. Remember?" She eyed me curiously and poured herself a cup.
"You mean we're not going to Luke's?" I asked her with a sly smile peeking out from behind my lips.
Her eyes slowly widened. "Luke's? But I thought-"
I patted her shoulder. "C-mon, mommy's leaving." I smiled and walked past her, out the door, Rory and her shocked expression trailing not too far behind me.
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To be continued....
By Fiana Muhlberger
A/N - This chapter is told from Lorelai's POV. Thanks for the reviews! This is a very short chapter, but I promise that the next one will be MUCH longer! :)
Seasons of Love
Chapter 2 - Lorelai
What happened this morning? One minute I was talking about the color of my shirt then all of a sudden Rory flips out on me for no apparent reason. No, there must have been a reason because this is Rory we're talking about here. Sweet, calm, good-natured Rory. She must've been mad at me for a reason. Hmmm, maybe she was still upset over Dean? Nah. I was more upset over the break-up then she was. I think I let myself get too carried away with their relationship. I mean, I think I actually liked him more then she did. Oh man, that's too weird. That's not Lorelai Gilmore, that's Emily Gilmore. What was I thinking? I mean, that is so not me. I kept pushing her too much, making her think that Dean was 'the perfect guy' instead of thinking about what she really wanted. Okay, so maybe that's why she was mad. Ugh, I don't know what to do. Rory and I have been drifting apart so much lately and that scares me. You know I love her more then anything in the whole world, I mean, she's everything to me and I've just been blowing it. As I watched Mike's car pull out of the driveway and roll down the dark street, I thought about tonight. Tonight was awful. I thought it would be great, but it wasn't. Mike and I had a huge fight, really bad. He's never going to speak to me again. I walked over to the window when I heard some quiet footsteps and looked out onto the porch. I smiled faintly when my eyes fell on Rory, sulking on our swing. I sighed to myself and pulled on my faded, jean jacket and stepped out onto the porch.
"Hey, maybe you should come inside, it's warmer. Unless, your strangely into the whole frostbite thing, then I know a good phsychiatrst." I said and sat down beside her.
She sniffled and turned to face me, looking apologetically into my eyes. "How was your day?" She asked quietly.
"Oh, you know, the same. But, more importantly, how was your day? You left here kinda, um, I don't know-"
"Jerky?" She suggested.
"Well, although there are many other derogatory descriptions that could be used in this circumstance, jerky definitely ranks up in the top ten somewhere, yeah." I grinned, letting her know that it was okay.
"I'm sorry." She whispered and snuggled her body into my side, where I held her close to me.
"It's okay." I kissed the top of her head and rubbed her back gently before standing up. "Wanna come inside and have some coffee? I bought marshmallows. Now, I know your thinking 'coffee and marshmallows? Has she gone completely insane?' Ah, yes, but my dear, this is no ordinary coffee. This is the 'Chock Full 'o Nuts Deluxe Chocolate Cream Blend'. It tastes remarkably like hot chocolate, but yet, has the same caffeinated -y goodness that only coffee can provide."
"You need to breathe more." Rory smiled and wiped her tears away. "Sure, but only if you try it first. I don't wish to be poisoned tonight by that hot-chocolate/coffee crossover nonsense."
"Deal." I grinned and breathed in a sigh of relief as we both made our ways into the house.
That night, I watched Rory fall asleep on our couch. She was so peaceful as she slept, just rhythmically breathing....so happy. I told her about the fight Mike and I had and she pretended to be sorry. I knew she really didn't like him though, I could tell. How could I blame her? He was always nudging her out of the way, never even bothering to say hello to her. Never caring about anything. I would've broken up with him anyway, regardless of the fight. Tonight was nice though, me and Rory hanging out together. That hasn't happened in a while considering her distant mood lately. I wonder what she's been thinking about. Well, I know she's been worried about Luke and me, always trying to make me go into the diner. I want to, I really do, but something keeps stopping me. I don't know what it is. You know what I really want? I want to just be able to walk into the diner, tell Luke how sorry I am, and move on with my life. I want to be his friend again, the person who he could laugh with and talk to. I miss him more then I let people know of. I look happy all of the time, pretending that I don't care. But, I do care. I wish this whole 'Jess thing' never happened. I mean, for years, Luke and I never had any fights, then all of a sudden Jess comes and we have two really huge fights. It's awful how I let him come between us. Damn me. I wish I could, like, turn back time and have all of this nonsense go away. If I could, I would never have said the things I said and never would've done the things I did. After a few sighs, I kissed Rory's cheek and walked upstairs to bed.
"Mom, get up! I'm gonna be late for school." Rory yelled as she came charging into my bedroom.
"Mmmm, just ten more minutes." I mumbled, half-asleep, pulling the blankets safely over my head to prove my point. I just hate mornings.
"No, now." She pulled me up, out from underneath the covers, as I whimpered
like a baby being taken out of it's beloved crib.
After I dressed myself and brushed my hair, I went downstairs into the kitchen where I saw Rory making some coffee.
"What are you doing?" I asked her as if the act of making coffee was completely incredulous.
"Um, I'm making coffee." She pointed toward the pot and smiled.
"Why?"
"Because we like coffee. Remember?" She eyed me curiously and poured herself a cup.
"You mean we're not going to Luke's?" I asked her with a sly smile peeking out from behind my lips.
Her eyes slowly widened. "Luke's? But I thought-"
I patted her shoulder. "C-mon, mommy's leaving." I smiled and walked past her, out the door, Rory and her shocked expression trailing not too far behind me.
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To be continued....