Disclaimer: I don't own these people except for the ones I made up.
Author's Note: As much as I would like this chapter to be long, it isn't. That is due to the fact that I am typing with only one arm. I tore the ligaments in my upper arm. Nothing too serious, but it hurts. So, sorry if this chapter isn't up to par. By the way, I keep forgetting when this story is set, so we'll just jump right into June, okay?
"Oh Glory be! My young child has come back from the land of the 'Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous'" Lorelai greeted her daughter in Star's Hollow a few months later, in early June. "What brings you?"
"Oh, you know. The usual."
"Ah, so Tristan hath ordereth you to cometh and seeeth your mother?"
"Huh?" Rory asked. Lorelai grinned and took a sip of her coffee. "Mom, how many have you had?"
"Too many, if you ask me." Luke responded from the other side of the counter. The Gilmore's were at Luke's, as usual. "What'll it be?"
"Two burgers, two coffees, and two orders of fries." Lorelai replied, and turned to Rory. "What do you want?"
Luke just rolled his eyes and walked away. "So, really how many cups have you had?"
Lorelai smiled at her kid. "I think Tristan is rubbing off on you."
"He is not." Rory defended weakly. "Okay, fine. Whatever. But no one, no one will EVER get my unhooked on coffee." Rory snatched her mom's cup and took a swig.
Lorelai smiled. "So, what do you want to do? Movie day, followed with a movie night? Or we could try and break our Coffee Cup Drinking Record, followed by a movie night. Or we could shop until of feet fall off, followed by a move night."
"All of the above."
"I like to think I'm Superwoman, but honey, I'm not that super."
"Okay, umm, what about a movie day and night where we try and break our record, and then tomorrow we go shopping."
"Sounds superfragalist . . ." Lorelai's train of thought got taken off the track as Luke set down food in front of the twos place.
Two hours and twenty cups of coffee later, the two Gilmore's were sitting on their couch watching The Breakfast Club. "So, where is good old Tristy anyways?" Lorelai asked.
"He had this family picnic stuff to do."
"And he didn't invite you?"
"Well yeah, but we agreed that we should wait because 1) I was going to see you, and B) He didn't want his family to," Rory thought for a moment to think of what her boyfriend had said and snapped her fingers, "'suffocate me with their madness.' You get the idea. At least that's what Tristan says."
The conversation stopped for a while because the ending was near, and the coffee was running out. "So, what are we doing this summer?" Lorelai wondered aloud as the clock sounded two am. They had long surpassed their record for coffee cups drank.
Rory blushed slightly. "Umm, well, I need to have a week for the Hamptons free. And then after that, I'm all yours." She held a hand up. "With the exception of me seeing Tristan once in a while. You know, to make sure he's still breathing and all."
"So it's getting to be serious, huh?"
"Well, we are roommates."
"Okay." Her mother agreed. "I thought you hated him in high school."
"I did, but we went over this already."
"I know," the older one spoke. "I'm glad you're happy though. The last time I saw you this happy was at your graduation."
Rory smiled back on the memories. "Yeah, I'm really happy."
Meanwhile, back in New Haven, Tristan had an unexpected guest. "Hey Tristan," the female voice greeted as Tristan opened the door to his apartment. In front of him stood a blonde that brought back memories from the past.
Author's Note: As much as I would like this chapter to be long, it isn't. That is due to the fact that I am typing with only one arm. I tore the ligaments in my upper arm. Nothing too serious, but it hurts. So, sorry if this chapter isn't up to par. By the way, I keep forgetting when this story is set, so we'll just jump right into June, okay?
"Oh Glory be! My young child has come back from the land of the 'Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous'" Lorelai greeted her daughter in Star's Hollow a few months later, in early June. "What brings you?"
"Oh, you know. The usual."
"Ah, so Tristan hath ordereth you to cometh and seeeth your mother?"
"Huh?" Rory asked. Lorelai grinned and took a sip of her coffee. "Mom, how many have you had?"
"Too many, if you ask me." Luke responded from the other side of the counter. The Gilmore's were at Luke's, as usual. "What'll it be?"
"Two burgers, two coffees, and two orders of fries." Lorelai replied, and turned to Rory. "What do you want?"
Luke just rolled his eyes and walked away. "So, really how many cups have you had?"
Lorelai smiled at her kid. "I think Tristan is rubbing off on you."
"He is not." Rory defended weakly. "Okay, fine. Whatever. But no one, no one will EVER get my unhooked on coffee." Rory snatched her mom's cup and took a swig.
Lorelai smiled. "So, what do you want to do? Movie day, followed with a movie night? Or we could try and break our Coffee Cup Drinking Record, followed by a movie night. Or we could shop until of feet fall off, followed by a move night."
"All of the above."
"I like to think I'm Superwoman, but honey, I'm not that super."
"Okay, umm, what about a movie day and night where we try and break our record, and then tomorrow we go shopping."
"Sounds superfragalist . . ." Lorelai's train of thought got taken off the track as Luke set down food in front of the twos place.
Two hours and twenty cups of coffee later, the two Gilmore's were sitting on their couch watching The Breakfast Club. "So, where is good old Tristy anyways?" Lorelai asked.
"He had this family picnic stuff to do."
"And he didn't invite you?"
"Well yeah, but we agreed that we should wait because 1) I was going to see you, and B) He didn't want his family to," Rory thought for a moment to think of what her boyfriend had said and snapped her fingers, "'suffocate me with their madness.' You get the idea. At least that's what Tristan says."
The conversation stopped for a while because the ending was near, and the coffee was running out. "So, what are we doing this summer?" Lorelai wondered aloud as the clock sounded two am. They had long surpassed their record for coffee cups drank.
Rory blushed slightly. "Umm, well, I need to have a week for the Hamptons free. And then after that, I'm all yours." She held a hand up. "With the exception of me seeing Tristan once in a while. You know, to make sure he's still breathing and all."
"So it's getting to be serious, huh?"
"Well, we are roommates."
"Okay." Her mother agreed. "I thought you hated him in high school."
"I did, but we went over this already."
"I know," the older one spoke. "I'm glad you're happy though. The last time I saw you this happy was at your graduation."
Rory smiled back on the memories. "Yeah, I'm really happy."
Meanwhile, back in New Haven, Tristan had an unexpected guest. "Hey Tristan," the female voice greeted as Tristan opened the door to his apartment. In front of him stood a blonde that brought back memories from the past.
