Hey peeps! I'm back with another chapter! See how quickly I got this one
up? Yay me!
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Rory sighed and walked to the coffeepot in the inn's kitchen. She gulped down a cup of coffee and walked back to the lobby. She was bored. So far, her duties weren't that much different from when she worked here after school.
"Going to lunch!" she called to Michel. Rory exited the inn and drove into town, stopping at Luke's diner. She walked in and ordered her usual. Looking at Luke, a glimmer of an idea popped into her head. It couldn't be more obvious how much Luke liked her mother, and vice-versa. So, Rory decided to do something about it.
"Hey, Luke?" Rory asked sweetly.
"What is it, Lorelai?" Luke didn't look up from the stove.
"Would you like to go to dinner tomorrow?"
Luke immediately looked up in surprise, and he burned his finger on the stovetop.
"OW! Son of a-" Luke muttered to himself. He ran his finger under cold water for a while.
"You serious?" Luke asked, once the pain in his finger had gone from throbbing down to a dull ache.
"Yeah. I think it might be fun."
"Well- well. sure, I guess" Luke stammered.
"Great! Pick me up at 7. And lose the flannel!! Rory left the diner and drove back to the hotel as look shook his head in bewilderment.
"What have I gotten myself into?"
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Having gotten out of the calc test, Lorelai felt great. She headed to her next class, which was English Lit. She felt fairly confident about this class- until she saw the name written on the door.
Max Medina Room 205
"Shit! This is Max's class? I have to get out of here!"
Lorelai ran down a flight of steps and out the front door of the Ambroise Building. No sooner had she gotten out the door then she felt a hand on her shoulder. She gasped.
"Well, well, if it isn't my little Mary. Or should I say, Mary Magdalene. Skipping English Lit, are we?"
"And what about you, Bible Boy? What are you doing out here?"
"Just coming back from a doctor's appointment" replied Tristan.
"Is everything alright?"
"I'm fine. It was just a checkup. Nice to know you were worried about me, though." Suddenly, Tristan grabbed Lorelai and pulled her into a clump of bushes.
"What the hell are you doing?" she asked angrily.
"Shhh!" whispered Tristan. "Do you wanna get caught? Headmaster Charlston just walked by! Come with me," said Tristan, grabbing Rory's hand.
He led her to a shiny silver BMW, parked right up near the building.
"Tristan! Where are we going?"
"If we stay on campus, we'll be caught. I don't think your mother would like that, do you?"
"No, she wouldn't," answered Lorelai, envisioning Rory's face when she found out that Lorelai had skipped not only her calculus class, but her English Lit class as well.
"Can we go get coffee?" Lorelai asked, her face brightening.
Tristan chuckled. "Whatever you want, Mare. Whatever you want."
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A few hours later, Lorelai and Tristan pulled up to The Crap Shack. Rory was already home.
"I had fun today, Mary," said Tristan.
"Me too, Bible Boy."
"Rory-" Tristan seemed to have trouble getting what he wanted to say out. Meanwhile, Lorelai had spotted Rory's shadow through the living room curtains and knew she should probably get out of the car before Rory saw her sitting with her archenemy.
"Would you like to go out with me tomorrow?" Tristan blurted out suddenly. Lorelai could see Rory heading to the front door, and figured she should get out of the car. She fervently hoped that her daughter was not looking out the window.
"Sure!" said Lorelai, desperate now to get out of the car before Rory came out to get the mail. She did not want an interrogation by her daughter.
"Really?" Tristan smiled in relief. "Pick you up at 6?"
"Sure" Lorelai nodded.
"Great! See you tomorrow!"
"See you." Lorelai got out of the car and Tristan drove away just as Rory opened the front door to get the mail.
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Rory sighed and walked to the coffeepot in the inn's kitchen. She gulped down a cup of coffee and walked back to the lobby. She was bored. So far, her duties weren't that much different from when she worked here after school.
"Going to lunch!" she called to Michel. Rory exited the inn and drove into town, stopping at Luke's diner. She walked in and ordered her usual. Looking at Luke, a glimmer of an idea popped into her head. It couldn't be more obvious how much Luke liked her mother, and vice-versa. So, Rory decided to do something about it.
"Hey, Luke?" Rory asked sweetly.
"What is it, Lorelai?" Luke didn't look up from the stove.
"Would you like to go to dinner tomorrow?"
Luke immediately looked up in surprise, and he burned his finger on the stovetop.
"OW! Son of a-" Luke muttered to himself. He ran his finger under cold water for a while.
"You serious?" Luke asked, once the pain in his finger had gone from throbbing down to a dull ache.
"Yeah. I think it might be fun."
"Well- well. sure, I guess" Luke stammered.
"Great! Pick me up at 7. And lose the flannel!! Rory left the diner and drove back to the hotel as look shook his head in bewilderment.
"What have I gotten myself into?"
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Having gotten out of the calc test, Lorelai felt great. She headed to her next class, which was English Lit. She felt fairly confident about this class- until she saw the name written on the door.
Max Medina Room 205
"Shit! This is Max's class? I have to get out of here!"
Lorelai ran down a flight of steps and out the front door of the Ambroise Building. No sooner had she gotten out the door then she felt a hand on her shoulder. She gasped.
"Well, well, if it isn't my little Mary. Or should I say, Mary Magdalene. Skipping English Lit, are we?"
"And what about you, Bible Boy? What are you doing out here?"
"Just coming back from a doctor's appointment" replied Tristan.
"Is everything alright?"
"I'm fine. It was just a checkup. Nice to know you were worried about me, though." Suddenly, Tristan grabbed Lorelai and pulled her into a clump of bushes.
"What the hell are you doing?" she asked angrily.
"Shhh!" whispered Tristan. "Do you wanna get caught? Headmaster Charlston just walked by! Come with me," said Tristan, grabbing Rory's hand.
He led her to a shiny silver BMW, parked right up near the building.
"Tristan! Where are we going?"
"If we stay on campus, we'll be caught. I don't think your mother would like that, do you?"
"No, she wouldn't," answered Lorelai, envisioning Rory's face when she found out that Lorelai had skipped not only her calculus class, but her English Lit class as well.
"Can we go get coffee?" Lorelai asked, her face brightening.
Tristan chuckled. "Whatever you want, Mare. Whatever you want."
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A few hours later, Lorelai and Tristan pulled up to The Crap Shack. Rory was already home.
"I had fun today, Mary," said Tristan.
"Me too, Bible Boy."
"Rory-" Tristan seemed to have trouble getting what he wanted to say out. Meanwhile, Lorelai had spotted Rory's shadow through the living room curtains and knew she should probably get out of the car before Rory saw her sitting with her archenemy.
"Would you like to go out with me tomorrow?" Tristan blurted out suddenly. Lorelai could see Rory heading to the front door, and figured she should get out of the car. She fervently hoped that her daughter was not looking out the window.
"Sure!" said Lorelai, desperate now to get out of the car before Rory came out to get the mail. She did not want an interrogation by her daughter.
"Really?" Tristan smiled in relief. "Pick you up at 6?"
"Sure" Lorelai nodded.
"Great! See you tomorrow!"
"See you." Lorelai got out of the car and Tristan drove away just as Rory opened the front door to get the mail.