A/N: Don't own Gilmore Girls. Thanks to reviews! They help a heck of a lot!
And now I will answer some questions:
Why is Marie calling Luke Lukie? He wouldn't allow that.
Luke really likes Marie. So much that he doesn't really care if she calls him Lukie. Maybe it's just not worth losing a relationship over. I know big step for Luke but as I said, he really likes her.
Wouldn't Lorelai recognize her cousin?
Correction. She DID recognize her cousin. She did get the best glance at her when she first walked but when she got a better look; she realized that it was indeed her cousin.
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Chapter Two: Lorelai and the Wolves
"Do we have to?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because we have to."
"But I don't wanna", complained Lorelai.
"Do you know how much crap you'll get from Grandma if you don't come?" Rory asked her mother.
"Rory, I do not do well at these things", replied Lorelai, "that's you."
"Well, there's always time to change", replied Rory.
"Into what? A snobby sixty-year-old woman who fires maid every time they walk to fast or she doesn't like the way they made the flowers on the bed sheets face."
Rory rolled her eyes, "they're your family, you have to go."
"I'd rather be raised by wolves", replied Lorelai.
"That'd make a great book, Lorelai and the Wolves", exclaimed Rory.
"That's not a book", Lorelai said as she sat down on her couch, "it's almost a reality."
"I can't believe how long you can hold these grudges against your family", said Rory, "they raised you!"
"So", replied Lorelai.
"So, we are going to go to this family reunion, make nice, and go home", Rory stated.
"Make nice?" Lorelai repeated, "What am I two?"
"There's not too much of a difference between you and a two-year-old except the fact that you're potty trained."
"Mean", Lorelai muttered as she walked into the kitchen.
She held up the invitation and read it out loud, "Richard Emily Gilmore formally invite you to attend a reunion of the Gilmore family. Yada, yada, yada. Who cares, blah, blah, blah."
Rory leaned against the wall, "It doesn't say 'yada, yada, yada. Who cares, blah, blah, blah."
"That's what I think it says."
Rory rolled her eyes, "whatever, we're going."
"Oh come on", Lorelai complained, "we go there every Friday, they've seen way too much of us. It might get to the point where they're tired and sick of us."
"You're still going", replied Rory as she snatched the invitation out of Lorelai's hand.
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Lorelai was not happy. She pouted the whole way over to her parent's house. She hated the fact that her daughter was so damn nice to her parents. She always thought that when Rory grew up, she would. They'd share it as some sort of mother-daughter thing. But no, Rory was just too damn nice.
Lorelai complained that she didn't have enough coffee. Rory retorted that she drank three cups of coffee when they got ready in the morning to keep her awake because most likely she would be engaging in many beyond boring conversations with elder relatives that tended to repeat themselves a lot.
Lorelai said that that wasn't enough coffee to fill her. Who knows how many boring Gilmore relatives out there? Maybe she'd only met like an eighth of them and they were all coming to the reunion then.
Rory gave and let her mother stop for coffee at Luke's. Lorelai walked like she was a baby just learning take its first steps. Cautiously putting one foot in front of the other. The way she figured it, the longer it took to get coffee the longer it took to get to the reunion.
"Mom!" Rory yelled, "Hurry!"
"But", Lorelai tried to think of an excuse, "my feet hurt."
"Oh please", Rory yelled back, "just this morning you were dancing to 'The Ketchup Song' when it came on the radio."
"Yeah", Lorelai yelled, "that's why my feet hurt."
"Go!" Rory scolded.
It was sad that a mere seventeen year old could be so much mature then a thirty-three-year-old. It scared them often but in a way it was kind of interesting.
"How long does it take to make coffee?" asked Lorelai as she rushed to the counter where Luke was in the diner.
"Why would you want to know", replied Luke who was wiping down the countertop.
"Because I'm trying to avoid this family thing and the longer it takes for me to get there the less time I have to spend listening to the Gilmores gloat about their wealth and how successful their life is so far."
"Do you really think I would time how long it takes to make coffee?" said Luke.
"How long?" Lorelai asked again.
Luke gave her a cold stare, "fifteen minuets."
Lorelai thought out loud for a minute, "Okay, great. Now if you could lose the coffee cups then that could stall me for a good ten to another fifteen minutes. That gives me half an hour then I'll get 'lost'", Lorelai made quotation marks with her fingers when she said 'lost', "that could last for a good hour or two until Rory demands that she drive and tries to take my driving privileges away from me. Then hopefully be the time we are finished will have hit rush hour again delaying us a good forty five minutes, plus the time we have to drive up there would be about fifty minutes so that'll stall us for.." She began counting with her fingers.
Luke rolled his eyes, "about two hours", added for her.
She looked at him and pointed her finger, "right. That was just what I was about to say."
Luke adjusted his baseball cap, "well sorry to be the bearer of bad news but I usually have the coffee already made. But the good news is that the rambling you did definitely earned you seven minutes."
Lorelai crossed her arms, "I want fresh coffee", she stated.
"Can't get everything", said Luke as he poured the coffee into two coffee cups to go.
"But I'm the costumer", said Lorelai, "and the costumer is always right."
"You're not a costumer, you're a pest who keeps hanging around here and begs for food like a hobo", replied Luke.
"Oh you know you enjoy it," she teased.
"Actually", he said looking her in the eye. He stopped and paused, "these are for you", he said putting two coffees to go on the counter.
Lorelai grunted, "you're supposed to lose the cups and we spend fifteen minutes looking for them."
Luke replied, "Lorelai, Rory's getting out of the car to go yell at you."
Lorelai gazed down at the floor, "guess I gotta go."
"Bye", said Luke.
"Bye", Lorelai replied and walked out the door.
Luke walked up to the window. He watched Lorelai meet Rory. There was a short quarrel but then eventually the two climbed into the Jeep. Luke looked on as he watched the Jeep sharply turn a corner.
Meanwhile Lorelai was trying to find the perfect spot to make a wrong turn. She finally found a good area. Just as she was about to turn the steering wheel she felt Rory's hand turn the car the other way.
"Don't think that I don't know what you're doing", said Rory slowly taking her hand away from the steering wheel.
"Why what ever do you mean?" said Lorelai acting innocent.
"Oh please, cut the good girl act, you're trying to get lost."
"Am not!"
"Are to!"
"Am not!"
"Are to!"
"Am n-"
"Alright", said Rory, "that's enough. This could go on for a while."
"Guess you're right", replied Lorelai. She paused, "am not!"
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None of Lorelai's oh-so-cleaver tricks to stall were working. It was like Rory could read her mind. She knew exactly what she was going to do and when she was going to do it. She was watching her like a vulture.
She just guessed that's what you get when you're so close with your daughter- you know exactly everything about eachother.
Lorelai finally stopped the car in the driveway of her parents, Richard and Emily Gilmore. She just sat there staring at the stick shift.
"I never knew that a stick shift could be so entertaining", commented Rory.
Lorelai didn't focus her gaze towards Rory, just stared. "Rory, I REALLY do not wanna go.."
Rory put an arm around her mother, "mom, it'll be fine. Just relax."
"No", Lorelai said, "I can't."
"Why not?" Rory said, beginning to feel concerned.
"Rory, I haven't seen or heard from any of these people since I was sixteen aside from my parents", she hit her head against the back of her car seat and closed her eyes. "The last thing that they remember me as is the girl who got pregnant at sixteen and shamed the family."
Rory bit her lip, "I know it's gonna be uncomfortable but they're my relatives too and I wanna meet them.. We can go early if we want to.."
Lorelai faced her daughter, "Thanks.. I guess, I mean you made me come here."
"Who knows, maybe you'll impress them with how well you've done, they might like your life", said Rory as she unbuckled her seat belt.
"Like I said, I'd rather be raised by wolves", replied Lorelai as she got out of the car.
Just as they were about to approach the door, Lorelai stopped Rory.
"Wait let me fix something", said Lorelai since she began adjusting Rory's shirt collar.
"Since when do you care the position and straightness of my shirt collars?" asked Rory questioning at what her usually laid-back mother was doing.
"Rory, you're about to walk into the Gilmore home, headquarters of the rich and picky", Lorelai adjusted the collar until it looked good, "there, now you may enter."
Rory opened rung the doorbell. The loud sound could be heard throughout the inside and even outside the house faintly.
A well-dressed Emily Gilmore came to the door promptly.
"Hello Rory", she said with delight sounding through her voice. Her tone then lowered at the sight of her daughter, "Oh and Lorelai."
"Aw shucks mom", said Lorelai as she let herself in, "you say that as if you're not happy to see me."
Emily didn't think that there was a way for her to answer that without actually saying something close to the truth. "Oh Rory come here", she said motioning for her Rory to come by her.
"Let me fix this", said Emily adjusting Rory's shirt collar.
"Mom did it", she said.
"I see", replied Emily, "well come on you two, I have some people that you'll want to meet."
"See", whispered Rory to Lorelai, "my collar was fine before you 'fixed' it."
Lorelai grunted. Around her mother, she could do no right. Everything she did needed improvement in her mother's eyes.
They walked into the well-lit living room. There was a bunch of elders and middle-aged adults all talking into the sitting area.
"Everyone", Emily announced, "this is my daughter, Lorelai Gilmore."
"Oh boy", Lorelai muttered beneath her breath.
"And my very intelligent granddaughter, Rory."
And old lady with oversized green earrings came over to Rory, "Oh Rory, come and sit here with us, we would love to here about your wonderful college plans!"
And take you away from your horrible mother", Lorelai mumbled.
"Mom!" Rory whispered. Then she increased the volume of her voice, "sure, I'd love to!"
"So", said the old lady sitting her down, "I here you plan on going to Harvard and maybe Yale."
"Yes, that is true", Rory politely replied.
"You know, Richard went to Yale", said an older man sitting on one of the sofas, "and look where he is now."
Lorelai thought that she might burst with all this 'oh Richard's been to Yale' blah, blah, blah, 'Rory come and be sucked into our high-society-we- don't-give-a-damn-about-what-you-and-your-mother-think-world'.
Lorelai quickly turned away and walked down the hallway. She peered into the various rooms, half-hoping to see Marie so she could talk about Luke.
She got bored and not to mention tired quickly. She could get enough of a workout just by walking around in her parent's house.
She found a nice place to spend the rest of the afternoon and evening, the library. Usually Lorelai wasn't much for books, she rather watch the movie. But she still enjoyed hanging out in her father's library. It was sort of out there compared to the rest of the house so it was even a better escape then her bedroom.
She went out unto the balcony and gazed down at the courtyard. Then she felt someone's hand resting gently on her shoulder. It surprised. She abruptly turned around causing the person to quickly yank their head back to prevent from being hit by Lorelai's amounts of curly hair.
Well they got out of the way but because of Lorelai turned so quickly, she tripped, dragging the person down with her.
"Ow!" the yelled.
She looked down at the face that was just below hers. "Luke?"
Luke looked at her, "Lorelai!" he said angrily.
"Okay", she said getting off of him, "definitely Luke.."
She outreached her hand to help him up. "Sorry", she said, "I usually don't do that to people on terraces, you just surprised me."
"I know", he replied.
She turned he head slightly to the side and looked at him strangely.
"What? Don't tell me that that fall deformed my face", he said returning the weird look.
"Wait, why are you here?" asked Lorelai.
Luke grasped the terrace railing with his hands. "Marie", he replied.
"Again, why are you here?"
"Marie said that I should come and meet some people", he said.
"Wow", replied Lorelai, "meeting the 'rents and more relatives. A big step for Luke Danes."
Luke adjusted his baseball cap, "yeah, but they don't seem to like me."
"Well", said Lorelai, "if you wear a baseball cap and jeans to a formal reunion that tends to raise a few eyebrows."
"I know, but she kinda dragged me here on a spur of the moment kind of thing", replied Luke.
"I see", said Lorelai. She thought for a second, "hey, can I show you something?" she grabbed Luke by the hand and dragged him to where she wanted to take him.
Why is Marie calling Luke Lukie? He wouldn't allow that.
Luke really likes Marie. So much that he doesn't really care if she calls him Lukie. Maybe it's just not worth losing a relationship over. I know big step for Luke but as I said, he really likes her.
Wouldn't Lorelai recognize her cousin?
Correction. She DID recognize her cousin. She did get the best glance at her when she first walked but when she got a better look; she realized that it was indeed her cousin.
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Chapter Two: Lorelai and the Wolves
"Do we have to?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because we have to."
"But I don't wanna", complained Lorelai.
"Do you know how much crap you'll get from Grandma if you don't come?" Rory asked her mother.
"Rory, I do not do well at these things", replied Lorelai, "that's you."
"Well, there's always time to change", replied Rory.
"Into what? A snobby sixty-year-old woman who fires maid every time they walk to fast or she doesn't like the way they made the flowers on the bed sheets face."
Rory rolled her eyes, "they're your family, you have to go."
"I'd rather be raised by wolves", replied Lorelai.
"That'd make a great book, Lorelai and the Wolves", exclaimed Rory.
"That's not a book", Lorelai said as she sat down on her couch, "it's almost a reality."
"I can't believe how long you can hold these grudges against your family", said Rory, "they raised you!"
"So", replied Lorelai.
"So, we are going to go to this family reunion, make nice, and go home", Rory stated.
"Make nice?" Lorelai repeated, "What am I two?"
"There's not too much of a difference between you and a two-year-old except the fact that you're potty trained."
"Mean", Lorelai muttered as she walked into the kitchen.
She held up the invitation and read it out loud, "Richard Emily Gilmore formally invite you to attend a reunion of the Gilmore family. Yada, yada, yada. Who cares, blah, blah, blah."
Rory leaned against the wall, "It doesn't say 'yada, yada, yada. Who cares, blah, blah, blah."
"That's what I think it says."
Rory rolled her eyes, "whatever, we're going."
"Oh come on", Lorelai complained, "we go there every Friday, they've seen way too much of us. It might get to the point where they're tired and sick of us."
"You're still going", replied Rory as she snatched the invitation out of Lorelai's hand.
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Lorelai was not happy. She pouted the whole way over to her parent's house. She hated the fact that her daughter was so damn nice to her parents. She always thought that when Rory grew up, she would. They'd share it as some sort of mother-daughter thing. But no, Rory was just too damn nice.
Lorelai complained that she didn't have enough coffee. Rory retorted that she drank three cups of coffee when they got ready in the morning to keep her awake because most likely she would be engaging in many beyond boring conversations with elder relatives that tended to repeat themselves a lot.
Lorelai said that that wasn't enough coffee to fill her. Who knows how many boring Gilmore relatives out there? Maybe she'd only met like an eighth of them and they were all coming to the reunion then.
Rory gave and let her mother stop for coffee at Luke's. Lorelai walked like she was a baby just learning take its first steps. Cautiously putting one foot in front of the other. The way she figured it, the longer it took to get coffee the longer it took to get to the reunion.
"Mom!" Rory yelled, "Hurry!"
"But", Lorelai tried to think of an excuse, "my feet hurt."
"Oh please", Rory yelled back, "just this morning you were dancing to 'The Ketchup Song' when it came on the radio."
"Yeah", Lorelai yelled, "that's why my feet hurt."
"Go!" Rory scolded.
It was sad that a mere seventeen year old could be so much mature then a thirty-three-year-old. It scared them often but in a way it was kind of interesting.
"How long does it take to make coffee?" asked Lorelai as she rushed to the counter where Luke was in the diner.
"Why would you want to know", replied Luke who was wiping down the countertop.
"Because I'm trying to avoid this family thing and the longer it takes for me to get there the less time I have to spend listening to the Gilmores gloat about their wealth and how successful their life is so far."
"Do you really think I would time how long it takes to make coffee?" said Luke.
"How long?" Lorelai asked again.
Luke gave her a cold stare, "fifteen minuets."
Lorelai thought out loud for a minute, "Okay, great. Now if you could lose the coffee cups then that could stall me for a good ten to another fifteen minutes. That gives me half an hour then I'll get 'lost'", Lorelai made quotation marks with her fingers when she said 'lost', "that could last for a good hour or two until Rory demands that she drive and tries to take my driving privileges away from me. Then hopefully be the time we are finished will have hit rush hour again delaying us a good forty five minutes, plus the time we have to drive up there would be about fifty minutes so that'll stall us for.." She began counting with her fingers.
Luke rolled his eyes, "about two hours", added for her.
She looked at him and pointed her finger, "right. That was just what I was about to say."
Luke adjusted his baseball cap, "well sorry to be the bearer of bad news but I usually have the coffee already made. But the good news is that the rambling you did definitely earned you seven minutes."
Lorelai crossed her arms, "I want fresh coffee", she stated.
"Can't get everything", said Luke as he poured the coffee into two coffee cups to go.
"But I'm the costumer", said Lorelai, "and the costumer is always right."
"You're not a costumer, you're a pest who keeps hanging around here and begs for food like a hobo", replied Luke.
"Oh you know you enjoy it," she teased.
"Actually", he said looking her in the eye. He stopped and paused, "these are for you", he said putting two coffees to go on the counter.
Lorelai grunted, "you're supposed to lose the cups and we spend fifteen minutes looking for them."
Luke replied, "Lorelai, Rory's getting out of the car to go yell at you."
Lorelai gazed down at the floor, "guess I gotta go."
"Bye", said Luke.
"Bye", Lorelai replied and walked out the door.
Luke walked up to the window. He watched Lorelai meet Rory. There was a short quarrel but then eventually the two climbed into the Jeep. Luke looked on as he watched the Jeep sharply turn a corner.
Meanwhile Lorelai was trying to find the perfect spot to make a wrong turn. She finally found a good area. Just as she was about to turn the steering wheel she felt Rory's hand turn the car the other way.
"Don't think that I don't know what you're doing", said Rory slowly taking her hand away from the steering wheel.
"Why what ever do you mean?" said Lorelai acting innocent.
"Oh please, cut the good girl act, you're trying to get lost."
"Am not!"
"Are to!"
"Am not!"
"Are to!"
"Am n-"
"Alright", said Rory, "that's enough. This could go on for a while."
"Guess you're right", replied Lorelai. She paused, "am not!"
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None of Lorelai's oh-so-cleaver tricks to stall were working. It was like Rory could read her mind. She knew exactly what she was going to do and when she was going to do it. She was watching her like a vulture.
She just guessed that's what you get when you're so close with your daughter- you know exactly everything about eachother.
Lorelai finally stopped the car in the driveway of her parents, Richard and Emily Gilmore. She just sat there staring at the stick shift.
"I never knew that a stick shift could be so entertaining", commented Rory.
Lorelai didn't focus her gaze towards Rory, just stared. "Rory, I REALLY do not wanna go.."
Rory put an arm around her mother, "mom, it'll be fine. Just relax."
"No", Lorelai said, "I can't."
"Why not?" Rory said, beginning to feel concerned.
"Rory, I haven't seen or heard from any of these people since I was sixteen aside from my parents", she hit her head against the back of her car seat and closed her eyes. "The last thing that they remember me as is the girl who got pregnant at sixteen and shamed the family."
Rory bit her lip, "I know it's gonna be uncomfortable but they're my relatives too and I wanna meet them.. We can go early if we want to.."
Lorelai faced her daughter, "Thanks.. I guess, I mean you made me come here."
"Who knows, maybe you'll impress them with how well you've done, they might like your life", said Rory as she unbuckled her seat belt.
"Like I said, I'd rather be raised by wolves", replied Lorelai as she got out of the car.
Just as they were about to approach the door, Lorelai stopped Rory.
"Wait let me fix something", said Lorelai since she began adjusting Rory's shirt collar.
"Since when do you care the position and straightness of my shirt collars?" asked Rory questioning at what her usually laid-back mother was doing.
"Rory, you're about to walk into the Gilmore home, headquarters of the rich and picky", Lorelai adjusted the collar until it looked good, "there, now you may enter."
Rory opened rung the doorbell. The loud sound could be heard throughout the inside and even outside the house faintly.
A well-dressed Emily Gilmore came to the door promptly.
"Hello Rory", she said with delight sounding through her voice. Her tone then lowered at the sight of her daughter, "Oh and Lorelai."
"Aw shucks mom", said Lorelai as she let herself in, "you say that as if you're not happy to see me."
Emily didn't think that there was a way for her to answer that without actually saying something close to the truth. "Oh Rory come here", she said motioning for her Rory to come by her.
"Let me fix this", said Emily adjusting Rory's shirt collar.
"Mom did it", she said.
"I see", replied Emily, "well come on you two, I have some people that you'll want to meet."
"See", whispered Rory to Lorelai, "my collar was fine before you 'fixed' it."
Lorelai grunted. Around her mother, she could do no right. Everything she did needed improvement in her mother's eyes.
They walked into the well-lit living room. There was a bunch of elders and middle-aged adults all talking into the sitting area.
"Everyone", Emily announced, "this is my daughter, Lorelai Gilmore."
"Oh boy", Lorelai muttered beneath her breath.
"And my very intelligent granddaughter, Rory."
And old lady with oversized green earrings came over to Rory, "Oh Rory, come and sit here with us, we would love to here about your wonderful college plans!"
And take you away from your horrible mother", Lorelai mumbled.
"Mom!" Rory whispered. Then she increased the volume of her voice, "sure, I'd love to!"
"So", said the old lady sitting her down, "I here you plan on going to Harvard and maybe Yale."
"Yes, that is true", Rory politely replied.
"You know, Richard went to Yale", said an older man sitting on one of the sofas, "and look where he is now."
Lorelai thought that she might burst with all this 'oh Richard's been to Yale' blah, blah, blah, 'Rory come and be sucked into our high-society-we- don't-give-a-damn-about-what-you-and-your-mother-think-world'.
Lorelai quickly turned away and walked down the hallway. She peered into the various rooms, half-hoping to see Marie so she could talk about Luke.
She got bored and not to mention tired quickly. She could get enough of a workout just by walking around in her parent's house.
She found a nice place to spend the rest of the afternoon and evening, the library. Usually Lorelai wasn't much for books, she rather watch the movie. But she still enjoyed hanging out in her father's library. It was sort of out there compared to the rest of the house so it was even a better escape then her bedroom.
She went out unto the balcony and gazed down at the courtyard. Then she felt someone's hand resting gently on her shoulder. It surprised. She abruptly turned around causing the person to quickly yank their head back to prevent from being hit by Lorelai's amounts of curly hair.
Well they got out of the way but because of Lorelai turned so quickly, she tripped, dragging the person down with her.
"Ow!" the yelled.
She looked down at the face that was just below hers. "Luke?"
Luke looked at her, "Lorelai!" he said angrily.
"Okay", she said getting off of him, "definitely Luke.."
She outreached her hand to help him up. "Sorry", she said, "I usually don't do that to people on terraces, you just surprised me."
"I know", he replied.
She turned he head slightly to the side and looked at him strangely.
"What? Don't tell me that that fall deformed my face", he said returning the weird look.
"Wait, why are you here?" asked Lorelai.
Luke grasped the terrace railing with his hands. "Marie", he replied.
"Again, why are you here?"
"Marie said that I should come and meet some people", he said.
"Wow", replied Lorelai, "meeting the 'rents and more relatives. A big step for Luke Danes."
Luke adjusted his baseball cap, "yeah, but they don't seem to like me."
"Well", said Lorelai, "if you wear a baseball cap and jeans to a formal reunion that tends to raise a few eyebrows."
"I know, but she kinda dragged me here on a spur of the moment kind of thing", replied Luke.
"I see", said Lorelai. She thought for a second, "hey, can I show you something?" she grabbed Luke by the hand and dragged him to where she wanted to take him.