Just Pretending... Right?
by Sarah Dawson
Chapter Two: Coffee and Fat-free Ham
Spoilers: Nada, at least I'm pretty sure.
Pairing: L/L
Disclaimers: I own nothing but a pair of extremely cute socks shaped like little cows and a few dust bunnies from underneath my bed!
A/N: Okay, just a note; I usually hate it when authors just put the same author's note in each chapter, but technically it doesn't matter because really I've already posted this chapter and I'm just editing. So ha! And this is useful information!
Just to catch you up, this takes place in some make-believe season where Luke, Lorelai and Rory aren't dating anyone and well, since they're practically the only people in the story, that's all you need to know. Yeah, and the whole story's just undergone a huge change, so if you're a bit confused as to why everything's different... there ya go. ~sarah
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For some reason she couldn't quite put her finger on, Lorelai was slightly nervous as she walked to the diner Friday morning. She paused outside the door and Rory turned to her expectantly.
"Um, Mom, to get to the coffee, we have to actually go inside...?" Rory commented, suppressing a yawn.
Lorelai stared at the door. "I guess so." She made no move to go inside, and the two stood there for a few minutes in silence.
"Mom, why can we not-" Rory stopped as a light dawned in her eyes. "Ohhh! I understand now." she smirked. "You're nervous it'll be awkward 'cause of your date!"
"It's not a date!" Lorelai replied a bit too quickly.
"Oh, how could I forget? It's you two 'pretending' to go on a date." Rory answered innocently.
"What do you think we'll have to actually... do?" Lorelai glanced at her nervously.
"You want it to be convincing, right? Just act normal. You know, the flirting, the looks-"
"Arrgh! I need to get you away from this crazy town, it's twisting your mind!" Lorelai cried, finally entering the diner.
"Whatever you say." Rory replied, amused, as the two sat down at the table by the window.
"Say about what?" Luke asked as he came over to take their orders.
"Nothing!" Lorelai answered before Rory could respond. "Except that my daughter is slowly turning into Miss Patty!" She added, shooting her a look.
"Right..." Luke shifted uncomfortably, clearly feeling as awkward as Lorelai was. "So, in what form would you like your suicide to be served in today?"
"Hmm... I'll have the whole wheat pancakes with a glass of tomato juice, please!" Lorelai proclaimed.
"Nice try, Lorelai." Luke rolled his eyes.
"Ooh, Luke rhymed!" Rory announced in excitement.
"Ha! Next thing we'll have him writing books about green eggs and ham!" Lorelai added.
"Fat-free, of course."
"I can see it now! I am Luke, Luke-I-am-"
"I do not like coffee and ...ham?" Rory frowned, stuck.
Luke rolled his eyes, and tucked his order pad back into his pants. "I do have real customers you know, so if you two don't want anything-"
"No!" Both Gilmores chorused.
"We'll be good, I promise!" Lorelai pouted.
"Hurry up and order, then!" Luke said gruffly.
"Coffee, please!"
"And chocolate chip pancakes!" Rory added.
"Alright." Luke grunted, walking away.
"So when are you planning on talking about it?" Rory asked with a grin.
"Er, excuse me? What is there to talk about?" Lorelai answered nervously.
"Like, when should he pick you up? How are you going to break up? What are you going to do to make people think you're a couple? And-" Rory rambled on, excited.
"Whoa! Back up a minute! What do you mean??" Lorelai exclaimed.
Rory sighed. "Just start by asking him when he's picking you up tonight, then we'll worry about what you're going to wear." She explained.
"Oh no! What am I supposed to wear?" Lorelai cried.
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"So, Luke. Tonight's the night." Lorelai winced inwardly at her attempt to sound casual.
Luke looked up from pouring a mug of coffee for someone down the counter. "Oh, right." he replied uneasily. "What time should I, um, pick you up?"
Lorelai looked relieved that he had brought it up first. "Seven-ish? Keep in mind I'm always fashionably late."
There was an awkward silence. "So..." They both began at once. Lorelai grinned. "You first."
"I didn't really have anything to say..." Luke trailed off uncertainly.
"Well, I was just wondering, um, how we were exactly going to do this?…" she explained, resting her elbows on the counter.
Luke raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" he asked suspiciously.
"First off, we need to get a few things straight. For instance, how long we've been dating, our anniversary, how we got together, things like that. Then how exactly we should act in front of everybody, because they're very…eccentric, and I promise my mother will be watching us like a hawk, and my father will probably grill you extensively for like, an hour, and then-" she rambled on and on, stopping when she saw the look on his face. "Hmm... complicated, huh? You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into..."
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TBC... Feedback is not only wanted, but craved. Feel free to email, Raspberries424@aol.com! And honestly, flames are good too-- they're fun to mock :) No, really, constructive criticism is good.
by Sarah Dawson
Chapter Two: Coffee and Fat-free Ham
Spoilers: Nada, at least I'm pretty sure.
Pairing: L/L
Disclaimers: I own nothing but a pair of extremely cute socks shaped like little cows and a few dust bunnies from underneath my bed!
A/N: Okay, just a note; I usually hate it when authors just put the same author's note in each chapter, but technically it doesn't matter because really I've already posted this chapter and I'm just editing. So ha! And this is useful information!
Just to catch you up, this takes place in some make-believe season where Luke, Lorelai and Rory aren't dating anyone and well, since they're practically the only people in the story, that's all you need to know. Yeah, and the whole story's just undergone a huge change, so if you're a bit confused as to why everything's different... there ya go. ~sarah
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For some reason she couldn't quite put her finger on, Lorelai was slightly nervous as she walked to the diner Friday morning. She paused outside the door and Rory turned to her expectantly.
"Um, Mom, to get to the coffee, we have to actually go inside...?" Rory commented, suppressing a yawn.
Lorelai stared at the door. "I guess so." She made no move to go inside, and the two stood there for a few minutes in silence.
"Mom, why can we not-" Rory stopped as a light dawned in her eyes. "Ohhh! I understand now." she smirked. "You're nervous it'll be awkward 'cause of your date!"
"It's not a date!" Lorelai replied a bit too quickly.
"Oh, how could I forget? It's you two 'pretending' to go on a date." Rory answered innocently.
"What do you think we'll have to actually... do?" Lorelai glanced at her nervously.
"You want it to be convincing, right? Just act normal. You know, the flirting, the looks-"
"Arrgh! I need to get you away from this crazy town, it's twisting your mind!" Lorelai cried, finally entering the diner.
"Whatever you say." Rory replied, amused, as the two sat down at the table by the window.
"Say about what?" Luke asked as he came over to take their orders.
"Nothing!" Lorelai answered before Rory could respond. "Except that my daughter is slowly turning into Miss Patty!" She added, shooting her a look.
"Right..." Luke shifted uncomfortably, clearly feeling as awkward as Lorelai was. "So, in what form would you like your suicide to be served in today?"
"Hmm... I'll have the whole wheat pancakes with a glass of tomato juice, please!" Lorelai proclaimed.
"Nice try, Lorelai." Luke rolled his eyes.
"Ooh, Luke rhymed!" Rory announced in excitement.
"Ha! Next thing we'll have him writing books about green eggs and ham!" Lorelai added.
"Fat-free, of course."
"I can see it now! I am Luke, Luke-I-am-"
"I do not like coffee and ...ham?" Rory frowned, stuck.
Luke rolled his eyes, and tucked his order pad back into his pants. "I do have real customers you know, so if you two don't want anything-"
"No!" Both Gilmores chorused.
"We'll be good, I promise!" Lorelai pouted.
"Hurry up and order, then!" Luke said gruffly.
"Coffee, please!"
"And chocolate chip pancakes!" Rory added.
"Alright." Luke grunted, walking away.
"So when are you planning on talking about it?" Rory asked with a grin.
"Er, excuse me? What is there to talk about?" Lorelai answered nervously.
"Like, when should he pick you up? How are you going to break up? What are you going to do to make people think you're a couple? And-" Rory rambled on, excited.
"Whoa! Back up a minute! What do you mean??" Lorelai exclaimed.
Rory sighed. "Just start by asking him when he's picking you up tonight, then we'll worry about what you're going to wear." She explained.
"Oh no! What am I supposed to wear?" Lorelai cried.
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"So, Luke. Tonight's the night." Lorelai winced inwardly at her attempt to sound casual.
Luke looked up from pouring a mug of coffee for someone down the counter. "Oh, right." he replied uneasily. "What time should I, um, pick you up?"
Lorelai looked relieved that he had brought it up first. "Seven-ish? Keep in mind I'm always fashionably late."
There was an awkward silence. "So..." They both began at once. Lorelai grinned. "You first."
"I didn't really have anything to say..." Luke trailed off uncertainly.
"Well, I was just wondering, um, how we were exactly going to do this?…" she explained, resting her elbows on the counter.
Luke raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" he asked suspiciously.
"First off, we need to get a few things straight. For instance, how long we've been dating, our anniversary, how we got together, things like that. Then how exactly we should act in front of everybody, because they're very…eccentric, and I promise my mother will be watching us like a hawk, and my father will probably grill you extensively for like, an hour, and then-" she rambled on and on, stopping when she saw the look on his face. "Hmm... complicated, huh? You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into..."
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TBC... Feedback is not only wanted, but craved. Feel free to email, Raspberries424@aol.com! And honestly, flames are good too-- they're fun to mock :) No, really, constructive criticism is good.