Title: Life As I Know It
Chapter 21: Yoga's Supposed To Make You Peaceful!
A year later, of course. Rory is thirteen. Hey, two/three more chapters to go! (I don't know yet.)
Hey, if you like Lorelai/Christopher stories, you should check out "Always You." Of course, this isn't really a Lor/Chris anymore. It's more like a Lor/Ror everyday thing. By the way, who here thought I did an okay job with the chapter "Life As I Know It...Is Over"? That's the one I wrote in first person. I kinda liked it, and I was wondering if anyone hates it when they read a story in that style, cause if I did an okay job on that one, I've got another idea for a story that would be perfect in that style. Just please let me know what you think.
Kudos to anyone who can correctly tell me which TV show I got the hospital from.
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Rory wiggled around on the couch, getting the cushions in a perfect mushed position. Satisfied, she tightened the blanket around her legs and pulled the bookmark out of her book. She sighed contentedly, and began reading.
"It was a low, dull, quick sound--much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I gasped for breath--"
The phone rang, and Rory jumped. Reluctantly she replaced her bookmark and closed the book. The picture of Edgar Allan Poe stared at her, and she quickly flipped it over. She laid it, face-down, on the couch as she slipped from under the blanket and made her way to the ringing phone.
"Hello?"
"She took away my CD player!" Lane yelled.
"What? How'd that happen? Did she find out about your closet?"
"No. I thought she wasn't home, so I was listening to Ben Folds Five on my bed with my headphones on, and apparently she came home and called me a lot of times, and since I couldn't hear her and I wasn't paying attention, she came upstairs and found me on my bed listening to evil music on an evil CD player."
"You want mine?"
"Yeah, but I can't get it tonight. I'm grounded for a week."
"Not from the phone?"
"I'm supposed to be calling the Psalm-a-day hotline."
"Ah. Well, I'll bring my CD player over tomorrow. And the Ben Folds Five CD."
"Thanks, Rory. Oh, my mom's calling me. I gotta go wax more tables."
"Yuck. Bye, Lane."
"Bye. Coming, Mama!" she yelled as she hung up the phone. Rory hung up the phone and walked into her room. After scrawling herself a neatly written note, she picked up the phone, walked back to her spot on the couch, and covered herself with the blanket. Glancing at the clock, she dialed a familiar number.
"Hey, Pete, it's Rory. Yeah, I got an A. Thanks, that's what my mom said too. Anyway, she's gonna be home in about an hour and--yoga class. Uh-huh. Anyway, she needs sustenance after--well, she's got a long drive home. So I need a large pizza. The usual with extra cheese. No, wait, no pepperoni. Yeah, that does sound kinda bad. So no mushrooms either. Or those. Or those. So a large cheese pizza with extra cheese. Yes, we still want the extra cheese! An hour and a half, perfect. Okay, great. Thanks. Bye." Rory hung up the phone and placed it on the table. Then she opened her book and started reading more of "The Tell-Tale Heart." Two words later, the jangling of the phone cut into her thoughts again. Rory sighed and decided to let the answering machine get it. After the third ring, she couldn't handle it anymore and grabbed it up.
"Hello?"
"Hey, sweets."
"Hey, Mom. Listen, I just called Pete and ordered a large pizza with extra cheese. It'll get here a half hour after you did."
"You're such a good parent."
"Thanks. Wait, aren't you supposed to be in yoga class for another half-hour?"
"Um...maybe."
"What's going on?"
"Well, that little blonde twit I hate was right next to me and showing me up, and so we were in this headstand--handstand? Headstand? Which one's which?"
"Mom, will you please tell me why you are not in class right now?"
"We were in a handstand or something, and I fell over and took the little blonde twit with me."
"And?"
"And now I'm in the hospital with a broken leg."
"Oh, my God!"
"Yeah, so I need you to call someone and come pick me up."
"Okay. Who?"
"Uh, I dunno. But I wanna stay on the phone with you until they pick you up, and then you come and pick me up."
"How am I gonna call anyone if you're on the phone?"
"Damn. This is why we need a second phone line."
"For all the times you break your leg and I need to call someone? No, we do not need a second phone line."
"You're a mean mom."
"How about we hang up, I find a ride, and then you call me back?"
"Okay, I guess that'll work." Lorelai agreed reluctantly. "But if I can't get you in ten minutes, I'm gonna call the police."
"Agreed."
"Good."
"Uh, who should I call?"
"Try Sookie."
"Okay. Talk to you in a sec."
"Bye, sweetie."
Rory hung up the phone and dialed Sookie.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Sookie."
"Oh, hey, Rory! How are you?"
"I'm okay. I was wondering how your car was doing?"
"Ooh, it's in the shop."
"Okay. Well, I gotta go."
"Wait, wait, wait. What'd you need my car for?"
"Oh, Mom's stuck in Hartford with a broken leg."
"What?"
"Yeah, I know. I gotta find someone who can drive me."
"Okay. Sorry I couldn't help, sweetie."
"That's okay. You can just freak out. Mom'll appreciate it."
"Okay. I'll get started now. Oh, my God! Lorelai has a broken leg!"
"Bye, Sookie."
"Bye, sweetie. Lorelai has a broken leg, I can't believe it!"
Rory smiled and hung up the phone. After a moment's thought, she picked up the receiver and dialed a number almost as familiar as the pizza place's.
"Luke's."
"Hey, Luke? I need your help."
"Rory? What is it?"
"Uh, my mom broke her leg, and she's in Hartford and can't get home."
"Hold on--I'll be right over."
The dial tone abruptly sounded in her ear. Rory hung up her phone and it immediately rang. She picked it right back up.
"Mom?"
"So is Sookie coming?"
"No, it's Luke."
"Oh, Luke's coming?"
"Yeah. It'll probably be a few minutes, cause he's gotta--"
There was a knock on the door and Luke walked in.
"He's gotta what?" Lorelai asked in Rory's ear.
"Uh, he's here, Mom. I guess I'll see you in half-an-hour."
"Is that Lorelai?" Luke asked, pointing at the phone. Without waiting for an answer, he grabbed the phone from Rory. "Are you okay?"
"Did you just ask if it was me on the phone? Who else would she be calling Mom?"
"You're okay. See you in half-an-hour."
"Sure. Beth Israel Medical Center."
"In Hartford?"
"No, New York."
"Rory, do you know how to get to the Beth Israel Medical Center?" Luke moved the phone away from his mouth.
"Yeah, sure." Rory shrugged and continued putting on her shoes.
"Okay, see you soon." Luke said into the phone. Lorelai started to say something else, but Luke had already hung up and started herding Rory out of the house.
Chapter 21: Yoga's Supposed To Make You Peaceful!
A year later, of course. Rory is thirteen. Hey, two/three more chapters to go! (I don't know yet.)
Hey, if you like Lorelai/Christopher stories, you should check out "Always You." Of course, this isn't really a Lor/Chris anymore. It's more like a Lor/Ror everyday thing. By the way, who here thought I did an okay job with the chapter "Life As I Know It...Is Over"? That's the one I wrote in first person. I kinda liked it, and I was wondering if anyone hates it when they read a story in that style, cause if I did an okay job on that one, I've got another idea for a story that would be perfect in that style. Just please let me know what you think.
Kudos to anyone who can correctly tell me which TV show I got the hospital from.
~~~~
Rory wiggled around on the couch, getting the cushions in a perfect mushed position. Satisfied, she tightened the blanket around her legs and pulled the bookmark out of her book. She sighed contentedly, and began reading.
"It was a low, dull, quick sound--much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I gasped for breath--"
The phone rang, and Rory jumped. Reluctantly she replaced her bookmark and closed the book. The picture of Edgar Allan Poe stared at her, and she quickly flipped it over. She laid it, face-down, on the couch as she slipped from under the blanket and made her way to the ringing phone.
"Hello?"
"She took away my CD player!" Lane yelled.
"What? How'd that happen? Did she find out about your closet?"
"No. I thought she wasn't home, so I was listening to Ben Folds Five on my bed with my headphones on, and apparently she came home and called me a lot of times, and since I couldn't hear her and I wasn't paying attention, she came upstairs and found me on my bed listening to evil music on an evil CD player."
"You want mine?"
"Yeah, but I can't get it tonight. I'm grounded for a week."
"Not from the phone?"
"I'm supposed to be calling the Psalm-a-day hotline."
"Ah. Well, I'll bring my CD player over tomorrow. And the Ben Folds Five CD."
"Thanks, Rory. Oh, my mom's calling me. I gotta go wax more tables."
"Yuck. Bye, Lane."
"Bye. Coming, Mama!" she yelled as she hung up the phone. Rory hung up the phone and walked into her room. After scrawling herself a neatly written note, she picked up the phone, walked back to her spot on the couch, and covered herself with the blanket. Glancing at the clock, she dialed a familiar number.
"Hey, Pete, it's Rory. Yeah, I got an A. Thanks, that's what my mom said too. Anyway, she's gonna be home in about an hour and--yoga class. Uh-huh. Anyway, she needs sustenance after--well, she's got a long drive home. So I need a large pizza. The usual with extra cheese. No, wait, no pepperoni. Yeah, that does sound kinda bad. So no mushrooms either. Or those. Or those. So a large cheese pizza with extra cheese. Yes, we still want the extra cheese! An hour and a half, perfect. Okay, great. Thanks. Bye." Rory hung up the phone and placed it on the table. Then she opened her book and started reading more of "The Tell-Tale Heart." Two words later, the jangling of the phone cut into her thoughts again. Rory sighed and decided to let the answering machine get it. After the third ring, she couldn't handle it anymore and grabbed it up.
"Hello?"
"Hey, sweets."
"Hey, Mom. Listen, I just called Pete and ordered a large pizza with extra cheese. It'll get here a half hour after you did."
"You're such a good parent."
"Thanks. Wait, aren't you supposed to be in yoga class for another half-hour?"
"Um...maybe."
"What's going on?"
"Well, that little blonde twit I hate was right next to me and showing me up, and so we were in this headstand--handstand? Headstand? Which one's which?"
"Mom, will you please tell me why you are not in class right now?"
"We were in a handstand or something, and I fell over and took the little blonde twit with me."
"And?"
"And now I'm in the hospital with a broken leg."
"Oh, my God!"
"Yeah, so I need you to call someone and come pick me up."
"Okay. Who?"
"Uh, I dunno. But I wanna stay on the phone with you until they pick you up, and then you come and pick me up."
"How am I gonna call anyone if you're on the phone?"
"Damn. This is why we need a second phone line."
"For all the times you break your leg and I need to call someone? No, we do not need a second phone line."
"You're a mean mom."
"How about we hang up, I find a ride, and then you call me back?"
"Okay, I guess that'll work." Lorelai agreed reluctantly. "But if I can't get you in ten minutes, I'm gonna call the police."
"Agreed."
"Good."
"Uh, who should I call?"
"Try Sookie."
"Okay. Talk to you in a sec."
"Bye, sweetie."
Rory hung up the phone and dialed Sookie.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Sookie."
"Oh, hey, Rory! How are you?"
"I'm okay. I was wondering how your car was doing?"
"Ooh, it's in the shop."
"Okay. Well, I gotta go."
"Wait, wait, wait. What'd you need my car for?"
"Oh, Mom's stuck in Hartford with a broken leg."
"What?"
"Yeah, I know. I gotta find someone who can drive me."
"Okay. Sorry I couldn't help, sweetie."
"That's okay. You can just freak out. Mom'll appreciate it."
"Okay. I'll get started now. Oh, my God! Lorelai has a broken leg!"
"Bye, Sookie."
"Bye, sweetie. Lorelai has a broken leg, I can't believe it!"
Rory smiled and hung up the phone. After a moment's thought, she picked up the receiver and dialed a number almost as familiar as the pizza place's.
"Luke's."
"Hey, Luke? I need your help."
"Rory? What is it?"
"Uh, my mom broke her leg, and she's in Hartford and can't get home."
"Hold on--I'll be right over."
The dial tone abruptly sounded in her ear. Rory hung up her phone and it immediately rang. She picked it right back up.
"Mom?"
"So is Sookie coming?"
"No, it's Luke."
"Oh, Luke's coming?"
"Yeah. It'll probably be a few minutes, cause he's gotta--"
There was a knock on the door and Luke walked in.
"He's gotta what?" Lorelai asked in Rory's ear.
"Uh, he's here, Mom. I guess I'll see you in half-an-hour."
"Is that Lorelai?" Luke asked, pointing at the phone. Without waiting for an answer, he grabbed the phone from Rory. "Are you okay?"
"Did you just ask if it was me on the phone? Who else would she be calling Mom?"
"You're okay. See you in half-an-hour."
"Sure. Beth Israel Medical Center."
"In Hartford?"
"No, New York."
"Rory, do you know how to get to the Beth Israel Medical Center?" Luke moved the phone away from his mouth.
"Yeah, sure." Rory shrugged and continued putting on her shoes.
"Okay, see you soon." Luke said into the phone. Lorelai started to say something else, but Luke had already hung up and started herding Rory out of the house.