Author's Note: Hello, hope you liked the last chapter, remember to review, cos I didn't say that last time. And so it begins…

Disclaimer: So, I don't own Gilmore girls…yeah

Rating: PG-13

Chapter Two: The Consequences of The Bet

Mom and I weren't really sure if we should go through with the bet. I mean, coffee is our life, we even made a catch phrase; 'It's not food, it's not a beverage, it's a lifestyle.'

Besides, where in the world am I going to get twenty-two dollars and fifty cents? Mom? Well, that would just ruin the whole concept of the bet. Grandma? For a bet? I think her pantyhose would fly across the room, oh…bad visual.

"Honey! Do you want to go to Luke's?" Mom asked appearing in my bedroom door.

"Um…well…" Luke's…it's the house of coffee, and the house of Luke, and the house of Jess…ugh, why do I have to have these Jess thoughts this early in the morning?

"Rory?" Mom prompted. I knew she wanted to go. Even if I said no she would go anyway, and knowing her she would treat herself to some coffee.

"Let me get my coat." I replied, jumping up from my bed.

Let the games begin…the Gilmore willpower will be tested once and for all.

"Man, there's a reason there's another food place in this town." Mom muttered as we entered Luke's.

"I know." I agreed. At least, there was two seats left at the counter.

We took our seats and waited to be served.   

"Should we call out for service?" Mom asked me.

"Just like we usually do?" I replied, with a smirk.

"Of course."

Then when there was a moment in time where we should have been hollering for coffee, but we didn't. Because we couldn't have coffee. Damn this stupid, dumb, idiotic, bet.

"What can I get you?" Luke asked us.

"What no 'good morning'?" Mom asked, which would start their usual banter, although I knew she was just buying time.

Luke paused, then rolled his eyes. "Good morning."

"Good morning, Luke." Mom and I said together.

"Now, do you want some c-?"

"How'd you sleep, Luke?" Mom interrupted.

"Fine. Now, I suppose you want c-."

"Do you have sweet dreams, Luke?" Mom asked.

"Look, Lorelai, of you haven't noticed I have a whole diner to feed here. I have to take your order, it's my job, otherwise you're just wasting tables. And yes, I had sweet dreams." Luke finished, clenching his teeth.

"I'll have a latte…" Mom began. I shook my head 'no'.

"Cappuccino…" Again I shook my head.

"Coke…" she looked at me, pleadingly. I shrugged. "Eggs, bacon, pancakes, with extra strawberries." Mom finished.

"Yeah, me too." I said.

"Coke for breakfast?" Luke asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Coke, with breakfast." I corrected.

"No coffee?"

"Nope." Mom replied.

Luke looked skeptical. "I'll be back."

"Say that a little lower, Arnold." Mom called out. I rolled my eyes.

At that moment Jess came downstairs looking very Jess like. Wow, good English. There was a very awkward moment where we weren't sure what to do. Should we say hi and kiss. Or kiss and say hi. Or say hi. Or kiss. We settled with him giving me a kiss on the cheek.

"Hi." I said, weakly.

"Hey." He replied. God, he's so good at that.

A few minutes later Luke came back with our breakfast, while Mom and I got accustomed to having Coke with our breakfast, the annoying bells jangled announcing someone's presence. I was too involved with my pancakes and trying not to stare at Jess to look up, until Mom tapped me on the shoulder.

"What?" I asked, my mouth full of bacon. I followed Mm's gaze to the door.

Tristan.