As always, I own nothing. And sorry about this chapter, it's just a filler
and it's short. Midterms are crrrraaaazzzzzyyyyyy. I hate them. Anyway,
I promise the next chapter will have some JavaJunkie action! Yeah, baby!
Oook, too many bowls of Lucky Charms for me .
Lorelai looked around her bedroom, which she had just cleaned. Yes, Lorelai had just cleaned her room. It was Tuesday, the day of the "pre- date". She had been at work, but everyone had made her leave because she was so . not Lorelai.
The bedroom was the last room she had cleaned. She didn't bother with Rory's room, as it was already clean, but she had scoured the kitchen and the bathroom and vacuumed the living room twice.
The phone rang. She looked around quickly and ran down the stairs, almost tripping over her own feet. Picking herself up, she dived onto the couch. "Hello?" She answered, breathing heavily.
"Did you throw yourself onto the couch?" Rory's laughing voice came through the phone.
"No, I was in the . doing the . yes."
"Are you nervous yet?"
"It's not nervousness, it's just . it's Luke. It feels really, really weird."
"So are you getting ready?" Lorelai had called Rory and told her about her and Luke after she had left Sookie's.
"Yeah, I just cleaned the house." There was silence. "Ror?"
"I'm sorry, they must be fixing the dorm phones. I thought you said you cleaned the house."
"I did." Silence again.
"Mom, did you sniff some white out?"
"I'm offended! Woe is me, thee fruit of my loom haseth no faitheth!" Lorelai dramatized.
"What the hell was that?"
"Shakespeario."
"Shakespeario?"
"Yes, it's a cross between Shakespeare and Fabio."
"I really don't want to take this conversation any further."
"How's everything?" She asked, going back upstairs into her room.
"Good. I had my first Creative Writing class today."
"Is your textbook 'The Idiot's Guide to Creative Writing'?" Lorelai asked as she started rifling through the clothes in her closet.
"Surprisingly - no. Anyway, it was really cool. The professor worked on the New York Times and wrote for the New York Times Magazine. I think that's gonna be a good class."
"That's great, hun. Any cute boys?" She threw a shirt on her bed.
"I didn't notice."
"Huh? What? What daughter of mine would not notice cute boys? Who are you, Anna Kournikova? I mean honestly, the mole is as big as my thumbnail. And I swear it moves."
"I know!" Rory agreed. "I was flipping channels the other day and I'm positive it was on the other side of his face!"
"Proof! Maybe we should contact the FBI."
"Maybe."
"So, back to my question, what kind of daughter are you?"
"The kind that has a boyfriend."
"So?"
"So I have a boyfriend."
"Okay, but I meant have you seen any cute boys at Yale because cute boys are rarely ever that smart."
"What about Jess? Jess is smart and cute."
"Yes, but he's a bad boy. Bad boy's don't go to Yale." Lorelai shuffled the clothes that were scattered on her bed.
"Sounds like a Hilary Swank movie." Rory commented. "So, what are you going to wear tonight?"
"That's what I'm trying to figure out. Help me!"
"Well, let's see. It's your first date -."
"It's not a date." Lorelai interrupted.
"Right, I'm sorry. Pre-date. Silly me. So it's a pre-date. You guys are having dinner at our house. Luke will be wearing jeans, a plaid flannel shirt, and a backwards baseball cap. I wouldn't go all out, Mom."
"So what should I wear?"
"Jeans and a casual shirt." Rory decided.
"What jeans?"
"The ones that are faded in the middle and whiskered. They make your butt look really cute."
"Hmm, well I'll have to wear these more often." She said, pulling them out of the dresser drawer.
"Maybe you can have a casual day at work."
"A cute butt day."
"Michel would love a chance to show off the wonders his 'Gazelle' has done. Maybe he could grow a ponytail and be in the infomercials."
"Eww, back to clothing please. What shirt?"
"How about the white one with the pastel 'Hello Kitty' design?" Rory suggested.
"Thank God you inherited my fashion sense." Lorelai rifled through the laundry basket and finally yanked the shirt out from underneath her red SpongeBob sweatshirt. "Anyway, I'm gonna go take a bath."
"And a shower, and another bath."
"Well, I just cleaned, and now I have to wash the cleaning crap off of me, and that might take a while. I'll talk to you later babe."
"Call me as soon as he leaves! I want all the details."
"I promise." Lorelai hung up and threw the phone on the bed. She picked up the remaining clothes and dumped them into a chair in the corner before heading off to the bathroom
Lorelai looked around her bedroom, which she had just cleaned. Yes, Lorelai had just cleaned her room. It was Tuesday, the day of the "pre- date". She had been at work, but everyone had made her leave because she was so . not Lorelai.
The bedroom was the last room she had cleaned. She didn't bother with Rory's room, as it was already clean, but she had scoured the kitchen and the bathroom and vacuumed the living room twice.
The phone rang. She looked around quickly and ran down the stairs, almost tripping over her own feet. Picking herself up, she dived onto the couch. "Hello?" She answered, breathing heavily.
"Did you throw yourself onto the couch?" Rory's laughing voice came through the phone.
"No, I was in the . doing the . yes."
"Are you nervous yet?"
"It's not nervousness, it's just . it's Luke. It feels really, really weird."
"So are you getting ready?" Lorelai had called Rory and told her about her and Luke after she had left Sookie's.
"Yeah, I just cleaned the house." There was silence. "Ror?"
"I'm sorry, they must be fixing the dorm phones. I thought you said you cleaned the house."
"I did." Silence again.
"Mom, did you sniff some white out?"
"I'm offended! Woe is me, thee fruit of my loom haseth no faitheth!" Lorelai dramatized.
"What the hell was that?"
"Shakespeario."
"Shakespeario?"
"Yes, it's a cross between Shakespeare and Fabio."
"I really don't want to take this conversation any further."
"How's everything?" She asked, going back upstairs into her room.
"Good. I had my first Creative Writing class today."
"Is your textbook 'The Idiot's Guide to Creative Writing'?" Lorelai asked as she started rifling through the clothes in her closet.
"Surprisingly - no. Anyway, it was really cool. The professor worked on the New York Times and wrote for the New York Times Magazine. I think that's gonna be a good class."
"That's great, hun. Any cute boys?" She threw a shirt on her bed.
"I didn't notice."
"Huh? What? What daughter of mine would not notice cute boys? Who are you, Anna Kournikova? I mean honestly, the mole is as big as my thumbnail. And I swear it moves."
"I know!" Rory agreed. "I was flipping channels the other day and I'm positive it was on the other side of his face!"
"Proof! Maybe we should contact the FBI."
"Maybe."
"So, back to my question, what kind of daughter are you?"
"The kind that has a boyfriend."
"So?"
"So I have a boyfriend."
"Okay, but I meant have you seen any cute boys at Yale because cute boys are rarely ever that smart."
"What about Jess? Jess is smart and cute."
"Yes, but he's a bad boy. Bad boy's don't go to Yale." Lorelai shuffled the clothes that were scattered on her bed.
"Sounds like a Hilary Swank movie." Rory commented. "So, what are you going to wear tonight?"
"That's what I'm trying to figure out. Help me!"
"Well, let's see. It's your first date -."
"It's not a date." Lorelai interrupted.
"Right, I'm sorry. Pre-date. Silly me. So it's a pre-date. You guys are having dinner at our house. Luke will be wearing jeans, a plaid flannel shirt, and a backwards baseball cap. I wouldn't go all out, Mom."
"So what should I wear?"
"Jeans and a casual shirt." Rory decided.
"What jeans?"
"The ones that are faded in the middle and whiskered. They make your butt look really cute."
"Hmm, well I'll have to wear these more often." She said, pulling them out of the dresser drawer.
"Maybe you can have a casual day at work."
"A cute butt day."
"Michel would love a chance to show off the wonders his 'Gazelle' has done. Maybe he could grow a ponytail and be in the infomercials."
"Eww, back to clothing please. What shirt?"
"How about the white one with the pastel 'Hello Kitty' design?" Rory suggested.
"Thank God you inherited my fashion sense." Lorelai rifled through the laundry basket and finally yanked the shirt out from underneath her red SpongeBob sweatshirt. "Anyway, I'm gonna go take a bath."
"And a shower, and another bath."
"Well, I just cleaned, and now I have to wash the cleaning crap off of me, and that might take a while. I'll talk to you later babe."
"Call me as soon as he leaves! I want all the details."
"I promise." Lorelai hung up and threw the phone on the bed. She picked up the remaining clothes and dumped them into a chair in the corner before heading off to the bathroom