"Hey hun! I was just coming to meet you at the diner!" Loralei (again thanx
for the spelling) stated cheerfully. She was in the kitchen opening
windows.
"Hi," Rory responded, plopping down on the couch.
"Why are you so grumpy? Did Elvis give up the leg thing?" Loralei asked, trying to lighten the mood.
"No, Elvis is just fine, but you might want to check on James Dean," Rory stated in a huff.
"What do you mean? Did the Rebel finally find a cause?" Loralei asked.
"No, but I ran into his double," Rory answered.
"Explain your self miss," Loralei stated, sitting next to her daughter.
"I met this boy at school and he's been following me around and being so good golly annoying," Rory explained.
"Huh," Lorelei stated, folding her arms on her chest.
"What?" Rory asked, turning to her mom.
"Nothing."
"No, that 'huh' meant something, now explain yourself miss," Rory stated.
"Usually when I guy annoys you to the point where you want to huff and puff all day, it usually means you have thing for him," Loralei answered.
"A 'thing!'" Rory retorted.
"Yes, a 'thing,'" Loralei responded.
"Well you're wrong on this one," Rory stated standing up and smoothing out her white cotton skirt.
"Oh am I?" Loralei asked.
"Yes," Rory answered, walking to the door.
"Where are you going?"
"For a walk," Rory responded as she breathed in the sweet air and closed the door.
"Hey," a voice said. The voice was unfamiliar and mysterious. She turned slowly and saw a tall boy with sandy blonde hair and deep green eyes standing only a few feet from her.
"Hi," she answered cautiously.
"I'm Jake," he said sticking out his hand.
"Rory," she responded, clasping her hand into his warm one.
"You're new here aren't you?" Jake asked.
"Yeah, my mom and I moved her from Boston not to long ago," she answered. As she said this she surveyed him. Certainly his good looks were shared with Jess; he even dressed the same, ruffed up blue jeans, white t-shirt, leather jacket, and slicked back hair. Yet Jake was calm and more laid back.
"You've probably seen my brother Jess at school then," Jake proposed.
"Yeah.yeah I've met him," Rory said looking away.
"He means well you know," Jake stated, catching the way the sun hit her hair as it tossed in the wind.
"I know," Rory answered.
"He doesn't know how to relate to people," Jake explained.
"Try telling him not to classify people," Rory suggested.
"Why? I mean, there are classifications of people in this town, particularly two, the socs and the greasers," Jake answered.
Rory just looked at him, "What do you call someone who's neither?"
With that she walked away, leaving another Mariano speechless.
"Hi," Rory responded, plopping down on the couch.
"Why are you so grumpy? Did Elvis give up the leg thing?" Loralei asked, trying to lighten the mood.
"No, Elvis is just fine, but you might want to check on James Dean," Rory stated in a huff.
"What do you mean? Did the Rebel finally find a cause?" Loralei asked.
"No, but I ran into his double," Rory answered.
"Explain your self miss," Loralei stated, sitting next to her daughter.
"I met this boy at school and he's been following me around and being so good golly annoying," Rory explained.
"Huh," Lorelei stated, folding her arms on her chest.
"What?" Rory asked, turning to her mom.
"Nothing."
"No, that 'huh' meant something, now explain yourself miss," Rory stated.
"Usually when I guy annoys you to the point where you want to huff and puff all day, it usually means you have thing for him," Loralei answered.
"A 'thing!'" Rory retorted.
"Yes, a 'thing,'" Loralei responded.
"Well you're wrong on this one," Rory stated standing up and smoothing out her white cotton skirt.
"Oh am I?" Loralei asked.
"Yes," Rory answered, walking to the door.
"Where are you going?"
"For a walk," Rory responded as she breathed in the sweet air and closed the door.
"Hey," a voice said. The voice was unfamiliar and mysterious. She turned slowly and saw a tall boy with sandy blonde hair and deep green eyes standing only a few feet from her.
"Hi," she answered cautiously.
"I'm Jake," he said sticking out his hand.
"Rory," she responded, clasping her hand into his warm one.
"You're new here aren't you?" Jake asked.
"Yeah, my mom and I moved her from Boston not to long ago," she answered. As she said this she surveyed him. Certainly his good looks were shared with Jess; he even dressed the same, ruffed up blue jeans, white t-shirt, leather jacket, and slicked back hair. Yet Jake was calm and more laid back.
"You've probably seen my brother Jess at school then," Jake proposed.
"Yeah.yeah I've met him," Rory said looking away.
"He means well you know," Jake stated, catching the way the sun hit her hair as it tossed in the wind.
"I know," Rory answered.
"He doesn't know how to relate to people," Jake explained.
"Try telling him not to classify people," Rory suggested.
"Why? I mean, there are classifications of people in this town, particularly two, the socs and the greasers," Jake answered.
Rory just looked at him, "What do you call someone who's neither?"
With that she walked away, leaving another Mariano speechless.