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Disclaimer - tired of writing it, I think you all know I don't own GG
Chapter 5: The Stage Is Set
"Yes.Yes mom, NO!... Mom calm- no I beg of you do not- MOM! Please, you're giving me a headache.Yes.Uh huh..Yes I swear.30 minutes tops.yea, but please. NO! I'm telling you to stay as far away from any and all sharp, heavy, or blunt objects until I get there! Yes...I know this mom..I understand.ok If you keep me on the phone any longer I won't be there in 30 minutes.No you can't.Because that falls under the 'blunt' category.then I'm making a new one, not dull objects either.I'm trying to comprehend it.Goodbye mother."
Lorelai Gilmore slammed the receiver down on the table and groaned sullenly as she walked into the living room. "That was your grandmother." She moaned to her daughter who was lounging on the couch. "Yes I gathered as much." She replied "Yea well apparently your great grandmother showed up for a little impromptu visit and now mom is teetering on the verge of a nervous breakdown. So it seems that, seeing as I am her daughter, I have a responsibility to come up there and try to distract Gran while mom readies the guest room, pulls those terrible gifts out of storage, calls in the National Guard, and goes for a long overdue check up with Kourvorkian. It should be great fun, truly an evening to remember. I'll tape it and sell it on eBay, make a fortune." She rambled on, punctuating her words with a few choice hand motions.
Rory just shook her head and sighed "Have fun." She said half heartedly as she returned to "The Sun Also Raises," for some reason she had been reading a lot of Hemmingway lately. Lorelai just frowned at her daughter. She had been moping around the house for almost three weeks and was very near to crossing the line between homebody and hermit. "Rory are you ok?" she asked quietly. Rory looked up and forced a half smile onto her face, "Yea, fine. Why?" she asked. Lorelai shook her head a little and raised her shoulders in question "I don't know, it's just you haven't been yourself lately. You have spent the whole summer holed up in the house, barely eating and not sleeping well, I just thought maybe there was something you wanted to talk about."
Rory looked at her mom skeptically, "I ate two bags of popcorn, a piece of cheesecake and half of your BBQ chicken pizza last night, and I slept until 10 this morning." She said pointedly. Her mom tilted her head and spoke again "Ahh yes, but that is not eating like you usually eat, and as comparison I slept until noon. This is summer, during summer the creed of the Gilmore household is 'Eat all you can eat, don't bother with cleaning until the Environmental Protection Agency puts you on their ten most wanted list, and do not, under any circumstances, raise before lunch is served,' and I think you have broken every rule. Talk to me Hun." Rory just shook her head again; she still couldn't bring herself to tell her mother about the events of the beginning of the summer. "I'm fine, really, go help grandma before she self combusts and takes the world down with her." She said without taking her eyes off of the text. Lorelai sighed, "Fine, just don't forget to eat. As usual we have nothing so just go to Luke's or something." She said as she opened the door.
Rory listened as her mother exited and as soon as she heard the door shut she looked up. Her eyes swept the room and settled on the phone, but then flicked away. She had nobody to call. Lane was on house arrest until school started due to the fact that her mother had found her CD burner and three Ash CDs hiding under Lane's bed. Dean was still in Chicago and she really didn't feel like talking to him anyway, and Paris had gone to Mexico on a missionary project for her church. Rory knew Harvard liked a big list of extra-curriculars, but Paris was really taking this too far.
She leaned back into the couch and looked down at her book, suddenly not feeling in the mood to read anymore. So she got up and went into her room to change out of the pajamas which she had been wearing for the last few days. She pulled on some sneakers and decided to take her mom's advice and go to Luke's. Rory wasn't exactly looking forward to seeing Jess, but she wasn't dreading it. Over the last few weeks both had pushed what happened to the back of their mind and were now on speaking terms. She knew he must hate her for what she had done, but any terse words had yet to escape his mouth, and she hoped that meant that after a while they could be mildly friends again.
Besides, he had no reason to dwell on what they had shared as she did because lately he had had a high-heeled, gum smacking, tube topped, counterfeit blonde distraction plastered to his face whenever she had seen him. She sighed bitterly, hating the fact that she almost felt jealous of this Shane girl. She was NOT supposed to be jealous, she had made her decision, and there was no going back. She looked up and found herself outside Luke's. She looked in apprehensively, telling herself she was just looking to see if he was behind the counter, but subconsciously she was really afraid of seeing the all to familiar scene of Shane and Jess playing tonsil-tennis.
She breathed a sigh of relief when all she saw was Cesar wiping down tables. She then gripped the handle and pushed the door open, greeted merrily by the tinkling bells on the door.
"Jess! Jess where are you?!" Luke called out grumpily. He barged into Jess' room and found him reading ''Atlas Shrugged'' on his bed; he had been reading a lot of Ayn Rand lately.
Jess looked up questioningly at the person who had caused him to lose his concentration. Luke walked over and glared down at his nephew. "I just got a call from your mother. Do you remember when my uncle died? Well apparently another distant and bitter relative has bit the dust, your great aunt twice removed Leena, and nobody wants to take care of the funeral arrangements. Leena's friend called your unwilling mother who in turn called me. So I'm going up to Vermont for a few days to bury her and give a eulogy, even though I have never met the woman, and I need you and Cesar to take care of the diner. Cesar said he can do it alone until six, but he needs you to close up and handle the dinner crowd tonight."
He said and stood there for a few minutes waiting for an answer and marveling at how he always seemed to be the one to be roped into these crazy things. When he got none he decided to take silence as a 'Yes Uncle Luke' and started for the door. Just before he exited he turned around and called back "And Jess," Jess once again looked up "Please make sure I have a diner when I come back, not just the charred remains of one. I'm counting on you here, don't blow it." Jess looked down at his book again as listened as his uncle slammed the door. The clock on the wall read 5:54.
Rory sat at the counter, nursing a cup of hot coffee. She started when she heard a slam upstairs and then watched as Luke stormed out of the diner, obviously pretty annoyed at something. She shot a look at Cesar who just shrugged and went back to cleaning up. She had just gotten herself a refill when she heard the stairs creak and watched as Jess ambled into the diner. "Hi." He said quietly and she returned the gesture embarrassedly.
Yes they were on speaking terms, but this was usually as far as their conversations went. Rory immediately took another sip of coffee and focused on the window. It had begun to rain, storm actually, it was coming down in torrents. It was then that Cesar decided to depart, leaving the two uncomfortable teens alone in a deserted diner.
Rory sat there for a few more minutes, not speaking and barely breathing. She could hear a voice shouting in her ear that it was time to leave, but something made her stay. She had been watching Jess as he attempted to fix the toaster again and suddenly he turned around and caught her gaze, which she immediately averted as she felt her cheeks get hot. Screw this, she got up and was just about to leave when thunder crashed through the sky as it was lit by a huge bolt of lightning. She jumped and caught her breath. She hated storms, even though she would never admit it, huge ones like this really scared her, and she would have to walk home in this.
Jess noticed the look of apprehension on Rory's face when the thunder struck and thought to himself how cute she looked when she was scared, but immediately moved that thought from his brain and forced it to think of Shane. He looked up again and observed that Rory was still there, and he saw how she was biting her lip, obviously dreading walking home, and before he knew it sympathy and compassion were taking over and his mouth was opening slowly "You can stay here it you want, until the storm subsides, you don't have to leave."
Uhg, why is it that I can never control my own words when I am around her
He thought to himself as she looked at him questioningly. She was plainly nervous about staying all alone with him, but her fear of being fried by lightning was greater then that, so she turned around and slowly walked back to the counter and took her seat again as he poured her more coffee. "Thanks." She said softly and took a sip. The two of them stood there in silence for a while and Jess was just about to speak when another flash of lighting illuminated the sky, and with a flicker, the lights went out.
Disclaimer - tired of writing it, I think you all know I don't own GG
Chapter 5: The Stage Is Set
"Yes.Yes mom, NO!... Mom calm- no I beg of you do not- MOM! Please, you're giving me a headache.Yes.Uh huh..Yes I swear.30 minutes tops.yea, but please. NO! I'm telling you to stay as far away from any and all sharp, heavy, or blunt objects until I get there! Yes...I know this mom..I understand.ok If you keep me on the phone any longer I won't be there in 30 minutes.No you can't.Because that falls under the 'blunt' category.then I'm making a new one, not dull objects either.I'm trying to comprehend it.Goodbye mother."
Lorelai Gilmore slammed the receiver down on the table and groaned sullenly as she walked into the living room. "That was your grandmother." She moaned to her daughter who was lounging on the couch. "Yes I gathered as much." She replied "Yea well apparently your great grandmother showed up for a little impromptu visit and now mom is teetering on the verge of a nervous breakdown. So it seems that, seeing as I am her daughter, I have a responsibility to come up there and try to distract Gran while mom readies the guest room, pulls those terrible gifts out of storage, calls in the National Guard, and goes for a long overdue check up with Kourvorkian. It should be great fun, truly an evening to remember. I'll tape it and sell it on eBay, make a fortune." She rambled on, punctuating her words with a few choice hand motions.
Rory just shook her head and sighed "Have fun." She said half heartedly as she returned to "The Sun Also Raises," for some reason she had been reading a lot of Hemmingway lately. Lorelai just frowned at her daughter. She had been moping around the house for almost three weeks and was very near to crossing the line between homebody and hermit. "Rory are you ok?" she asked quietly. Rory looked up and forced a half smile onto her face, "Yea, fine. Why?" she asked. Lorelai shook her head a little and raised her shoulders in question "I don't know, it's just you haven't been yourself lately. You have spent the whole summer holed up in the house, barely eating and not sleeping well, I just thought maybe there was something you wanted to talk about."
Rory looked at her mom skeptically, "I ate two bags of popcorn, a piece of cheesecake and half of your BBQ chicken pizza last night, and I slept until 10 this morning." She said pointedly. Her mom tilted her head and spoke again "Ahh yes, but that is not eating like you usually eat, and as comparison I slept until noon. This is summer, during summer the creed of the Gilmore household is 'Eat all you can eat, don't bother with cleaning until the Environmental Protection Agency puts you on their ten most wanted list, and do not, under any circumstances, raise before lunch is served,' and I think you have broken every rule. Talk to me Hun." Rory just shook her head again; she still couldn't bring herself to tell her mother about the events of the beginning of the summer. "I'm fine, really, go help grandma before she self combusts and takes the world down with her." She said without taking her eyes off of the text. Lorelai sighed, "Fine, just don't forget to eat. As usual we have nothing so just go to Luke's or something." She said as she opened the door.
Rory listened as her mother exited and as soon as she heard the door shut she looked up. Her eyes swept the room and settled on the phone, but then flicked away. She had nobody to call. Lane was on house arrest until school started due to the fact that her mother had found her CD burner and three Ash CDs hiding under Lane's bed. Dean was still in Chicago and she really didn't feel like talking to him anyway, and Paris had gone to Mexico on a missionary project for her church. Rory knew Harvard liked a big list of extra-curriculars, but Paris was really taking this too far.
She leaned back into the couch and looked down at her book, suddenly not feeling in the mood to read anymore. So she got up and went into her room to change out of the pajamas which she had been wearing for the last few days. She pulled on some sneakers and decided to take her mom's advice and go to Luke's. Rory wasn't exactly looking forward to seeing Jess, but she wasn't dreading it. Over the last few weeks both had pushed what happened to the back of their mind and were now on speaking terms. She knew he must hate her for what she had done, but any terse words had yet to escape his mouth, and she hoped that meant that after a while they could be mildly friends again.
Besides, he had no reason to dwell on what they had shared as she did because lately he had had a high-heeled, gum smacking, tube topped, counterfeit blonde distraction plastered to his face whenever she had seen him. She sighed bitterly, hating the fact that she almost felt jealous of this Shane girl. She was NOT supposed to be jealous, she had made her decision, and there was no going back. She looked up and found herself outside Luke's. She looked in apprehensively, telling herself she was just looking to see if he was behind the counter, but subconsciously she was really afraid of seeing the all to familiar scene of Shane and Jess playing tonsil-tennis.
She breathed a sigh of relief when all she saw was Cesar wiping down tables. She then gripped the handle and pushed the door open, greeted merrily by the tinkling bells on the door.
"Jess! Jess where are you?!" Luke called out grumpily. He barged into Jess' room and found him reading ''Atlas Shrugged'' on his bed; he had been reading a lot of Ayn Rand lately.
Jess looked up questioningly at the person who had caused him to lose his concentration. Luke walked over and glared down at his nephew. "I just got a call from your mother. Do you remember when my uncle died? Well apparently another distant and bitter relative has bit the dust, your great aunt twice removed Leena, and nobody wants to take care of the funeral arrangements. Leena's friend called your unwilling mother who in turn called me. So I'm going up to Vermont for a few days to bury her and give a eulogy, even though I have never met the woman, and I need you and Cesar to take care of the diner. Cesar said he can do it alone until six, but he needs you to close up and handle the dinner crowd tonight."
He said and stood there for a few minutes waiting for an answer and marveling at how he always seemed to be the one to be roped into these crazy things. When he got none he decided to take silence as a 'Yes Uncle Luke' and started for the door. Just before he exited he turned around and called back "And Jess," Jess once again looked up "Please make sure I have a diner when I come back, not just the charred remains of one. I'm counting on you here, don't blow it." Jess looked down at his book again as listened as his uncle slammed the door. The clock on the wall read 5:54.
Rory sat at the counter, nursing a cup of hot coffee. She started when she heard a slam upstairs and then watched as Luke stormed out of the diner, obviously pretty annoyed at something. She shot a look at Cesar who just shrugged and went back to cleaning up. She had just gotten herself a refill when she heard the stairs creak and watched as Jess ambled into the diner. "Hi." He said quietly and she returned the gesture embarrassedly.
Yes they were on speaking terms, but this was usually as far as their conversations went. Rory immediately took another sip of coffee and focused on the window. It had begun to rain, storm actually, it was coming down in torrents. It was then that Cesar decided to depart, leaving the two uncomfortable teens alone in a deserted diner.
Rory sat there for a few more minutes, not speaking and barely breathing. She could hear a voice shouting in her ear that it was time to leave, but something made her stay. She had been watching Jess as he attempted to fix the toaster again and suddenly he turned around and caught her gaze, which she immediately averted as she felt her cheeks get hot. Screw this, she got up and was just about to leave when thunder crashed through the sky as it was lit by a huge bolt of lightning. She jumped and caught her breath. She hated storms, even though she would never admit it, huge ones like this really scared her, and she would have to walk home in this.
Jess noticed the look of apprehension on Rory's face when the thunder struck and thought to himself how cute she looked when she was scared, but immediately moved that thought from his brain and forced it to think of Shane. He looked up again and observed that Rory was still there, and he saw how she was biting her lip, obviously dreading walking home, and before he knew it sympathy and compassion were taking over and his mouth was opening slowly "You can stay here it you want, until the storm subsides, you don't have to leave."
Uhg, why is it that I can never control my own words when I am around her
He thought to himself as she looked at him questioningly. She was plainly nervous about staying all alone with him, but her fear of being fried by lightning was greater then that, so she turned around and slowly walked back to the counter and took her seat again as he poured her more coffee. "Thanks." She said softly and took a sip. The two of them stood there in silence for a while and Jess was just about to speak when another flash of lighting illuminated the sky, and with a flicker, the lights went out.