Title: Always You
Chapter 4: The American Dream
Well....
Uh....
Are you bored?
I am.
Ooh, maybe you should read the story, and then review for me, and then I won't be so bored!
Yay!!!!
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"The Jeep or the Volvo?" Lorelai asked Christopher. They were headed down the stairs, each with two bags over their shoulders.
"The Jeep. It's much better for an adventure."
"Aww, but the Volvo's got the best sound system ever!"
"Are you warming up to the nerd car?" Chris paused at the bottom of the stairs and looked up at Lor.
"Yeah, but only because it's a nerd car with a rocking interior." Lorelai jumped over the last two stairs and smiled at Christopher. "Kinda like you."
"Oh, so I'm a nerd now?"
"Always and forever. You might have a leather jacket and a motorcycle, but you also have a job."
"You have a job," Chris pointed out, lifting one of Lorelai's bags to his shoulder.
"Yeah, well....So?"
"Oh, great comeback."
"Leave me alone, it's late in the day and I'm tired." Lorelai followed as Chris led the way outside to the Jeep. Chris piled the three bags from his arms onto the ground and started lifting the first one into the back of the Jeep. He looked at Lor.
"Do you wanna wait and go in the morning? Cause we can."
"No, it's okay. I wanna go now."
"Okay," Chris hoisted the second bag into the Jeep. "But, you know, if we start driving now, we won't be able to get a hotel and still go farther than the Inn."
"We'll just sleep in the car." Lorelai smiled. Christopher smiled back and they continued packing away their luggage. Two minutes later, they were all set to get going.
"Here. Start the car. I've gotta get a few more things from the house and lock up. Be right back." Christopher leaned in and kissed Lorelai, thrust the keys to the Jeep at her, and headed into the house. Lorelai started the car, and then headed for Chris' Volvo to ransack his tape collection. She depleted the car's supply of music greatly (leaving only a few Offspring tapes) and made it back to the Jeep before he exited the house. Exhaustion licking at her heels, she sat in the passnger side of the Jeep and waited for him to join her. He did a few minutes later, his hands loaded down with packages.
"Ooh, what's that?" Lor asked as Chris slid behind the wheel.
"Sweets to the sweet." Chris smiled and dropped the packages into the seat between them. There were three packages of Pop-Tarts, a pizza box with only-a-day-old pizza, one half- and one whole-full coffee can, and four thermoses of freshly made--
"Coffee!" Lorelai exclaimed, opening a thermos under her nose and inhaling the wonderful scent. "You know just what I want."
"I always have." The Jeep started and Chris angled it out into the street. He steered the car through the town, and when they were stopped at the only traffic light, turned to Lor and said, "Hey, I have a question. Which way are we going?"
"Mmm. When Rory and I went on our road trip last year, we headed that way." Lorelai pointed out the windshield. "But we want to go south this year, so let's go the other way."
"Okay. The other way it is." Christopher nodded and faced the traffic light again. Still red.
"Tunes!" Lorelai exclaimed. "We have to turn on the tunes!"
"Agreed," Chris nodded. "Which ones?"
"Let me look." Lorelai climbed out of her seat and started going through the bag full of tapes in the back of the car. "What do you want?"
"Road tunes," Christopher shrugged.
"Helpful!" Lorelai swatted him with one hand. "Here we go." Lor picked out a tape and settled back into her seat.
"What'd you get?"
"You don't get a say!" Lorelai extracted the cassette from from its case and stuck it in the radio. As AC/DC started to flood around the couple, the traffic light turned green and the car started moving.
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"Hand me another Pop-Tart," Lorelai mumbled through a mouthful of crumbs.
"It's the last package."
"Then we'll just have to buy more."
"Again? We just stopped two hours ago."
"Hey, mister, I'm the reason you're getting lucky on a regular basis, so you better keep me happy."
"Yeah, uh-huh. You know, we might not find another service station for a while."
"Yeah, cause we're on a back road."
"Exactly. Maybe we should pull over and stop for the night soon."
"Mmm, maybe. Hand me some more coffee."
Chris handed one of the thermoses that had been refilled many times in the last four hours to Lor. He smiled as he glanced her way. She smiled back.
"Hey, are you wearing sunglasses?"
Lorelai raised her hand to the lenses pushing back her hair. "Huh. I guess I am."
"Sunglasses at night?"
"Yeah, sunglasses at night. Ooh!" Lor leaned out of her seat and into the bag of tapes in the back.
"Whoa!" Chris held out a hand in front of Lor.
"Relax, soccer mom," Lorelai bounced back into her seat with a tape. "I'm fine." She leaned forward, ejected the Eurythmics tape, and pushed the new tape into the player.
"What tape is this? Oh, no." Chris groaned as he heard the familiar opening keyboard chords.
"Oh, yes." Lorelai smiled and started singing. "I wear my sunglasses at night, so I can, so I can, watch you weave then breathe your story lines..."
"Corey Hart?" Chris yelled in his "you-think-offspring-is-bad?" voice.
"Hey, it's better than Corey Feldman. Don't switch a blade on a man in shades, oh no!" Lorelai sang along with Corey.
"Okay, I refuse to play this crap," Christopher leaned toward the tape deck with the intention of throwing whichever Corey it was out of the window forever.
"Hey! Do you want to get lucky?" Lorelai swatted his hand away.
"Can I even get lucky in this car?"
"Our daughter was concieved on my balcony."
"Good point." Christopher returned his hand to the ten o'clock position on the steering wheel.
"So Corey stays?"
"I guess, as long as the sunglasses stay, Corey stays too."
"Yay! Ooh, refrain!"
Chris shook his head as Lorelai sang along with the refrain.
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"Yes, he actually listened to my Corey tape. I know, I couldn't believe it either!" Lorelai said into her cell phone.
"He loves you, you know." Rory, sitting up in bed in Washington, spoke into her phone.
"I know. It's great." Lorelai smiled widely at Christopher's sleeping form on the other side of the front seat.
"You love him too!"
"What? I do not!"
"You so do! Just admit it! You love Dad!"
"Well...maybe."
"Oh, my God, my parents are in love! It's the American dream!"
"How'd you know, Miss Busy-body?"
"You can't call me a busy-body, you called me. It's only five-thirty!"
"Ooh, yuck. But you didn't answer my question."
"What question?"
"How'd you know?"
"Know what?"
"Rory!"
"I could practically hear you beaming over here, that's how I knew."
"Really?"
"Yeah! And you know, a good thing to do would be to tell him. He'd love to know."
"Well, yeah. Maybe soon."
"Soon? Hah! Listen, if you tell him before you visit me here this week, I'll throw you a party."
"Who said I'm visiting you?"
"Mom."
"Yeah, okay. What if I wait till before you come home? Do I still get a party?"
"Nope. This week."
"Ugh, slave driver."
"That's me. Just ask for the lady with the whip."
"Ooh, dirty!"
"Mom!"
"Sorry. Ooh, I gotta go. Bye, sweets."
"Bye, Mom. Have Dad call me later."
"Sure. Love you."
"Love you too." Rory hung up the phone. Hah! Her parents were in love! She smiled and snuggled back into her nice, warm, comfortable bed, just perfect for sleeping the day away....
"I have decided to switch to Independent!" Paris sat straight up in bed, asleep, with her finger in the air and a determined look on her face.
Chapter 4: The American Dream
Well....
Uh....
Are you bored?
I am.
Ooh, maybe you should read the story, and then review for me, and then I won't be so bored!
Yay!!!!
~~~~
"The Jeep or the Volvo?" Lorelai asked Christopher. They were headed down the stairs, each with two bags over their shoulders.
"The Jeep. It's much better for an adventure."
"Aww, but the Volvo's got the best sound system ever!"
"Are you warming up to the nerd car?" Chris paused at the bottom of the stairs and looked up at Lor.
"Yeah, but only because it's a nerd car with a rocking interior." Lorelai jumped over the last two stairs and smiled at Christopher. "Kinda like you."
"Oh, so I'm a nerd now?"
"Always and forever. You might have a leather jacket and a motorcycle, but you also have a job."
"You have a job," Chris pointed out, lifting one of Lorelai's bags to his shoulder.
"Yeah, well....So?"
"Oh, great comeback."
"Leave me alone, it's late in the day and I'm tired." Lorelai followed as Chris led the way outside to the Jeep. Chris piled the three bags from his arms onto the ground and started lifting the first one into the back of the Jeep. He looked at Lor.
"Do you wanna wait and go in the morning? Cause we can."
"No, it's okay. I wanna go now."
"Okay," Chris hoisted the second bag into the Jeep. "But, you know, if we start driving now, we won't be able to get a hotel and still go farther than the Inn."
"We'll just sleep in the car." Lorelai smiled. Christopher smiled back and they continued packing away their luggage. Two minutes later, they were all set to get going.
"Here. Start the car. I've gotta get a few more things from the house and lock up. Be right back." Christopher leaned in and kissed Lorelai, thrust the keys to the Jeep at her, and headed into the house. Lorelai started the car, and then headed for Chris' Volvo to ransack his tape collection. She depleted the car's supply of music greatly (leaving only a few Offspring tapes) and made it back to the Jeep before he exited the house. Exhaustion licking at her heels, she sat in the passnger side of the Jeep and waited for him to join her. He did a few minutes later, his hands loaded down with packages.
"Ooh, what's that?" Lor asked as Chris slid behind the wheel.
"Sweets to the sweet." Chris smiled and dropped the packages into the seat between them. There were three packages of Pop-Tarts, a pizza box with only-a-day-old pizza, one half- and one whole-full coffee can, and four thermoses of freshly made--
"Coffee!" Lorelai exclaimed, opening a thermos under her nose and inhaling the wonderful scent. "You know just what I want."
"I always have." The Jeep started and Chris angled it out into the street. He steered the car through the town, and when they were stopped at the only traffic light, turned to Lor and said, "Hey, I have a question. Which way are we going?"
"Mmm. When Rory and I went on our road trip last year, we headed that way." Lorelai pointed out the windshield. "But we want to go south this year, so let's go the other way."
"Okay. The other way it is." Christopher nodded and faced the traffic light again. Still red.
"Tunes!" Lorelai exclaimed. "We have to turn on the tunes!"
"Agreed," Chris nodded. "Which ones?"
"Let me look." Lorelai climbed out of her seat and started going through the bag full of tapes in the back of the car. "What do you want?"
"Road tunes," Christopher shrugged.
"Helpful!" Lorelai swatted him with one hand. "Here we go." Lor picked out a tape and settled back into her seat.
"What'd you get?"
"You don't get a say!" Lorelai extracted the cassette from from its case and stuck it in the radio. As AC/DC started to flood around the couple, the traffic light turned green and the car started moving.
~~~~
"Hand me another Pop-Tart," Lorelai mumbled through a mouthful of crumbs.
"It's the last package."
"Then we'll just have to buy more."
"Again? We just stopped two hours ago."
"Hey, mister, I'm the reason you're getting lucky on a regular basis, so you better keep me happy."
"Yeah, uh-huh. You know, we might not find another service station for a while."
"Yeah, cause we're on a back road."
"Exactly. Maybe we should pull over and stop for the night soon."
"Mmm, maybe. Hand me some more coffee."
Chris handed one of the thermoses that had been refilled many times in the last four hours to Lor. He smiled as he glanced her way. She smiled back.
"Hey, are you wearing sunglasses?"
Lorelai raised her hand to the lenses pushing back her hair. "Huh. I guess I am."
"Sunglasses at night?"
"Yeah, sunglasses at night. Ooh!" Lor leaned out of her seat and into the bag of tapes in the back.
"Whoa!" Chris held out a hand in front of Lor.
"Relax, soccer mom," Lorelai bounced back into her seat with a tape. "I'm fine." She leaned forward, ejected the Eurythmics tape, and pushed the new tape into the player.
"What tape is this? Oh, no." Chris groaned as he heard the familiar opening keyboard chords.
"Oh, yes." Lorelai smiled and started singing. "I wear my sunglasses at night, so I can, so I can, watch you weave then breathe your story lines..."
"Corey Hart?" Chris yelled in his "you-think-offspring-is-bad?" voice.
"Hey, it's better than Corey Feldman. Don't switch a blade on a man in shades, oh no!" Lorelai sang along with Corey.
"Okay, I refuse to play this crap," Christopher leaned toward the tape deck with the intention of throwing whichever Corey it was out of the window forever.
"Hey! Do you want to get lucky?" Lorelai swatted his hand away.
"Can I even get lucky in this car?"
"Our daughter was concieved on my balcony."
"Good point." Christopher returned his hand to the ten o'clock position on the steering wheel.
"So Corey stays?"
"I guess, as long as the sunglasses stay, Corey stays too."
"Yay! Ooh, refrain!"
Chris shook his head as Lorelai sang along with the refrain.
~~~~
"Yes, he actually listened to my Corey tape. I know, I couldn't believe it either!" Lorelai said into her cell phone.
"He loves you, you know." Rory, sitting up in bed in Washington, spoke into her phone.
"I know. It's great." Lorelai smiled widely at Christopher's sleeping form on the other side of the front seat.
"You love him too!"
"What? I do not!"
"You so do! Just admit it! You love Dad!"
"Well...maybe."
"Oh, my God, my parents are in love! It's the American dream!"
"How'd you know, Miss Busy-body?"
"You can't call me a busy-body, you called me. It's only five-thirty!"
"Ooh, yuck. But you didn't answer my question."
"What question?"
"How'd you know?"
"Know what?"
"Rory!"
"I could practically hear you beaming over here, that's how I knew."
"Really?"
"Yeah! And you know, a good thing to do would be to tell him. He'd love to know."
"Well, yeah. Maybe soon."
"Soon? Hah! Listen, if you tell him before you visit me here this week, I'll throw you a party."
"Who said I'm visiting you?"
"Mom."
"Yeah, okay. What if I wait till before you come home? Do I still get a party?"
"Nope. This week."
"Ugh, slave driver."
"That's me. Just ask for the lady with the whip."
"Ooh, dirty!"
"Mom!"
"Sorry. Ooh, I gotta go. Bye, sweets."
"Bye, Mom. Have Dad call me later."
"Sure. Love you."
"Love you too." Rory hung up the phone. Hah! Her parents were in love! She smiled and snuggled back into her nice, warm, comfortable bed, just perfect for sleeping the day away....
"I have decided to switch to Independent!" Paris sat straight up in bed, asleep, with her finger in the air and a determined look on her face.