Author's Note: This idea just came to me… I always start stories, not knowing where I'm going… but this… I'm pretty sure I know where I'm going on this one though. Just go along with me on this.

Disclaimer: if I owned them, don't you think my ideas would be on the show? I definitely wouldn't be writing fan fiction!

            We had been going to him for our coffee for years. The first time I laid my eyes on him, a crush formed. He was so nice to me, so cute too. Over the years, I grew to believe that I was in love with him.

            He'd come to our house and fix things for us. We saw him everyday, going to him for almost every meal. I got a lot of free coffee off of him.

            I really thought that maybe he loved me back. Maybe there was a chance for us to be together. But he didn't know I was in love with him. Nobody knew. Not even my mom.

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            "Mom! I'm hungry! Let's go!" I yelled from the front door.

            "I have to make myself pretty before I leave the house. You know that." Mom shouted.

            "If you're not down here by time I count to five, then I'm leaving without you!" I grabbed my coat before starting, "One! ... Two! ... Three! Fo…"

            "Wait! Wait! I have to pee!" She interrupted, her feet pounding from her bedroom to the bathroom. I waited to hear the toilet flush, and then started counting again.

            "One! … Two! … Three! …Four! … Four and a half!" She ran down the stairs, halting in front of me right as I got to five. "Good girl." I patted the top of her head, handing her her coat.

            "Thank you. Does this mean you'll buy me coffee?" She slipped the coat on as I opened the door.

            "No, you made me wait a long period of time. It's your turn to pay today anyways."

            "Mean." She frowned.

            "I do learn from the best."

            "Luke?"

            "No." I said, blushing at the sound of his name, but hid it by walking ahead of her down the steps into the yard. "She's a certain Gilmore…"

            "Emily?"

            "Younger."

            "Your other sister?"

            "Mom!"

            "My other sister?"

            "Never met her."

            "I didn't know we were related to Happy Gilmore!" She said excitedly.

            "I said that she is a certain Gilmore, not he."

            "So that only leaves… I am not mean!" I laughed.

            "Okay. Sure. If you say so."

            "I'm not." She had her hands on her hips. "Hey, who's buying breakfast? I could leave you here."

            "I love you mommy."

            "Mommy? Do I know you little girl?" Her pace quickened.

            "Fine, I'll go find a new mom and best friend." I said sadly.

            "Awe, my Rory baby." She started to put her arms around me then stopped. "Ah! That was too close to sounding like 'my Rory's baby!' I'm never saying that ever again!" She announced as we reached Luke's.

            "Sounds good." I stepped in, looking around for Luke; seeing him nowhere in site. "Where's Luke?" I asked no one in particular.

            "Doose's." Caesar answered, obviously hearing me.

            "Did he run out of milk or something?" Mom asked.

            "From what I heard, his nephew is coming to live with him."

            "Oh, nephew. Maybe he'll be cute." She nudged me in the ribs, grinning.

            "Hm… maybe."

            "Rory! There you are! What do kids your age eat?!" My heart never failed to flutter when Luke speaked; especially to me.

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