Christmas 1995
Summary: This is a story of a Gilmore Girls Christmas, when Rory was 11, and they just moved into "the crap shack". It's kinda a mother-daughter ficlet, with a little JavaJunkie too.
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters from the show. However, I wish I could own Jess.
The next morning, at about eight, the phone rang.
Lorelai: (groggy voice) Hallo.
Emily: Lorelai?
Lorelai: Mom?
Emily: Yes it's me Lorelai.
Lorelai: How the hell did you get this number?
Emily: I called the Inn, they had the number.
Lorelai: Yeah, and one more thing. Why the hell are you calling me so early on a Sunday morning?
Emily: I don't know Lorelai. I just wanted to ask you a question.
Lorelai: Yes mother?
Emily: Well, it's not really a question.
Lorelai: Say what you're going to say mother before I hang up and unhook the phone.
Emily: I was just going to tell you that your father and I are expecting you and Rory for our annual Christmas party this year.
Lorelai: Really? When is it?
Emily: It's next Saturday, the 24th.
Lorelai: Can we get out of it?
Emily: No, do you have plans?
Lorelai: Well sort of.
Emily: Tell me about these "plans" that you two always seem to have on the day of our annual party.
Lorelai: Well, you see, we have this thing at the Inn. You know. With the trees, and the swans, and tree decorating, and the caroling, we can't forget the caroli....
Emily: Lorelai! (Emily interrupted Lorelai)
Lorelai: Yeah, we'll be there.
Emily: Good. It's at 7:00.
Lorelai: Yeah. Bye
Emily: Yes, we will see you at seven on Saturday.
Lorelai: Yes mother. We'll be there.
Goes to wake Rory up.
Lorelai: Rory.
Rory: What?
Lorelai: That was grandma on the phone.
Rory: Oh. How was it?
Lorelai: We have to go to the Christmas party next Saturday.
Rory: How did you try and get out of it, and it didn't work?
Lorelai: I told her we had a thing at the Inn.
Rory: Didn't work.
Lorelai: Nope.
Rory: So we go to the grandparents' next week.
Lorelai: Yepp. I guess we do. Hey, get dressed. We'll go to Luke's and have pancakes and coffee.
Rory: Okay.
On their way to the diner
Rory: It won't be that bad.
Lorelai: Um excuse me, have you ever met my parents.
Rory: Yes I have. Once when I was one at this same time of year, and every year after that at this same time of year. So, that adds up to about 11 times. Yeah, I've met them.
Lorelai: You always have a good comeback. You really are my daughter.
Rory: And proud of it too.
Lorelai: You should be.
Walking into Luke's
Lorelai: Luuuuuuuuuuuucaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas. Coffee and pancakes over here please.
Luke: Keep your pants on.
Lorelai: Such a charming man he is.
Rory: Oh yeah, what a charming man. He's just flirting with you mom.
Lorelai: (sounds pleased) He is not flirting with me.
Rory: And you're happy about it.
Lorelai: I am not.
Rory: You are too .
Lorelai: This subject is dropped.
Rory: You can't deny the inevitable.
Lorelai: Wow. You're using some big words for an 11 year old there missy.
Rory: Yes, well.
Lorelai: You are my daughter.
Rory: Yes, we have already established that one mom.
Luke: So, two orders of pancakes and coffee.
Lorelai and Rory: YES!!!
Luke: I think you are the only two I know that get that excited about coffee and pancakes.
Lorelai: Well, we're special then, aren't we?
Luke: I guess so. Hey, what are you two doing next Saturday? Because I have this thing at the diner, where people are gonna come and eat, and enjoy themselves. Ya know, just a thing.
Lorelai: We have the annual Gilmore Christmas party next Saturday.
Luke: (sounds hurt) Oh. I see.
Lorelai: But we can stop by after we get back from Hartford if you want us to.
Luke: No, no. You don't have to. I was just asking.
Lorelai: No, if we are in town and the light is still on here, we will definitely come.
Luke: Okay. I'll see you there then.
Lorelai: Okay then.
Luke walks away to get the coffee
Rory: Totally flirting with you.
Lorelai: Rory, stop it.
Rory: Mom, you can't tell me that he was not just flirting with you there.
Lorelai: Even if he is.
Rory: Even if he is what?
Lorelai: Nothing.
Rory: Mom.
Lorelai: I was saying, even if he was, he's not my type.
Rory: He is totally been your type. He was your type when you met him nine years ago, and he will be your type next Saturday, and yes, even in 20 years, when I'm off and married still saying to the unmarried you, "he's still your type", he will still be your type.
Lorelai: Wow. Such a big comeback for such a little mouth.
Rory: Well, it's true.
Lorelai: Sure, different subject
Rory: Okay. You pick one.
Lorelai: Now, what are we going to do today?
Rory: I was thinking major vegging out and movie watching, about "true loves".
Lorelai: Rory! I like the vegging out part. But how about we watch Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.
Rory: Okay, no lovey dovey movies.
Lorelai: Thank you. Now, let's enjoy out coffee.
Rory: Okay Cleopatra.
Lorelai: Cleopatra?
Rory: Queen of 'de Nile.
Lorelai: Okay.
~A/N: What did you think? Do you like it? Let me know. I will continue if you like it. Next chapter will more than likely be the Christmas party. I said this chapter would be, but I just got going with it, so next chapter will be. I promise.
Summary: This is a story of a Gilmore Girls Christmas, when Rory was 11, and they just moved into "the crap shack". It's kinda a mother-daughter ficlet, with a little JavaJunkie too.
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters from the show. However, I wish I could own Jess.
The next morning, at about eight, the phone rang.
Lorelai: (groggy voice) Hallo.
Emily: Lorelai?
Lorelai: Mom?
Emily: Yes it's me Lorelai.
Lorelai: How the hell did you get this number?
Emily: I called the Inn, they had the number.
Lorelai: Yeah, and one more thing. Why the hell are you calling me so early on a Sunday morning?
Emily: I don't know Lorelai. I just wanted to ask you a question.
Lorelai: Yes mother?
Emily: Well, it's not really a question.
Lorelai: Say what you're going to say mother before I hang up and unhook the phone.
Emily: I was just going to tell you that your father and I are expecting you and Rory for our annual Christmas party this year.
Lorelai: Really? When is it?
Emily: It's next Saturday, the 24th.
Lorelai: Can we get out of it?
Emily: No, do you have plans?
Lorelai: Well sort of.
Emily: Tell me about these "plans" that you two always seem to have on the day of our annual party.
Lorelai: Well, you see, we have this thing at the Inn. You know. With the trees, and the swans, and tree decorating, and the caroling, we can't forget the caroli....
Emily: Lorelai! (Emily interrupted Lorelai)
Lorelai: Yeah, we'll be there.
Emily: Good. It's at 7:00.
Lorelai: Yeah. Bye
Emily: Yes, we will see you at seven on Saturday.
Lorelai: Yes mother. We'll be there.
Goes to wake Rory up.
Lorelai: Rory.
Rory: What?
Lorelai: That was grandma on the phone.
Rory: Oh. How was it?
Lorelai: We have to go to the Christmas party next Saturday.
Rory: How did you try and get out of it, and it didn't work?
Lorelai: I told her we had a thing at the Inn.
Rory: Didn't work.
Lorelai: Nope.
Rory: So we go to the grandparents' next week.
Lorelai: Yepp. I guess we do. Hey, get dressed. We'll go to Luke's and have pancakes and coffee.
Rory: Okay.
On their way to the diner
Rory: It won't be that bad.
Lorelai: Um excuse me, have you ever met my parents.
Rory: Yes I have. Once when I was one at this same time of year, and every year after that at this same time of year. So, that adds up to about 11 times. Yeah, I've met them.
Lorelai: You always have a good comeback. You really are my daughter.
Rory: And proud of it too.
Lorelai: You should be.
Walking into Luke's
Lorelai: Luuuuuuuuuuuucaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas. Coffee and pancakes over here please.
Luke: Keep your pants on.
Lorelai: Such a charming man he is.
Rory: Oh yeah, what a charming man. He's just flirting with you mom.
Lorelai: (sounds pleased) He is not flirting with me.
Rory: And you're happy about it.
Lorelai: I am not.
Rory: You are too .
Lorelai: This subject is dropped.
Rory: You can't deny the inevitable.
Lorelai: Wow. You're using some big words for an 11 year old there missy.
Rory: Yes, well.
Lorelai: You are my daughter.
Rory: Yes, we have already established that one mom.
Luke: So, two orders of pancakes and coffee.
Lorelai and Rory: YES!!!
Luke: I think you are the only two I know that get that excited about coffee and pancakes.
Lorelai: Well, we're special then, aren't we?
Luke: I guess so. Hey, what are you two doing next Saturday? Because I have this thing at the diner, where people are gonna come and eat, and enjoy themselves. Ya know, just a thing.
Lorelai: We have the annual Gilmore Christmas party next Saturday.
Luke: (sounds hurt) Oh. I see.
Lorelai: But we can stop by after we get back from Hartford if you want us to.
Luke: No, no. You don't have to. I was just asking.
Lorelai: No, if we are in town and the light is still on here, we will definitely come.
Luke: Okay. I'll see you there then.
Lorelai: Okay then.
Luke walks away to get the coffee
Rory: Totally flirting with you.
Lorelai: Rory, stop it.
Rory: Mom, you can't tell me that he was not just flirting with you there.
Lorelai: Even if he is.
Rory: Even if he is what?
Lorelai: Nothing.
Rory: Mom.
Lorelai: I was saying, even if he was, he's not my type.
Rory: He is totally been your type. He was your type when you met him nine years ago, and he will be your type next Saturday, and yes, even in 20 years, when I'm off and married still saying to the unmarried you, "he's still your type", he will still be your type.
Lorelai: Wow. Such a big comeback for such a little mouth.
Rory: Well, it's true.
Lorelai: Sure, different subject
Rory: Okay. You pick one.
Lorelai: Now, what are we going to do today?
Rory: I was thinking major vegging out and movie watching, about "true loves".
Lorelai: Rory! I like the vegging out part. But how about we watch Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.
Rory: Okay, no lovey dovey movies.
Lorelai: Thank you. Now, let's enjoy out coffee.
Rory: Okay Cleopatra.
Lorelai: Cleopatra?
Rory: Queen of 'de Nile.
Lorelai: Okay.
~A/N: What did you think? Do you like it? Let me know. I will continue if you like it. Next chapter will more than likely be the Christmas party. I said this chapter would be, but I just got going with it, so next chapter will be. I promise.