Switched
Well, howdy there. Didn't expect that I would get any reviews at all, so thanks =). Yeah, and I know Lorelai's not technically an innkeeper, but ohhh well. Sounded cool.
Lorelai Gilmore, Innkeeper extraordinaire, was not feeling very extraordinary either. She, in fact, felt quite the opposite. Michel had taken a 'sick' day, although he had sounded perfectly well as he was making his excuses (punctuated by a fake cough here and there for effect), Sookie had burnt her arm and was currently incapable of moving it without wincing, and she herself was not speaking to her daughter, whom she had always prided herself on good communication with.
Damn Jess Mariano. Damn him and all his minions. Of which he had several, no doubt. Several evil little minions, all in the exact infuriating replica of Jess himself. There were probably mini-Jess's running around all of Stars Hollow right now, and when she got back her day would probably get worse.
"Aarghhh!" Lorelai said out loud, and received strange looks from several of the Inn's customers. "That's it. I can't take this anymore." She left, only stopping to grab her coat and keys, leaving the reception desk empty. The customers could ransack the Independence Inn for all she gave a damn. She was going home.
By the time she had drove home, nearly run out of gas, but made a quick stop at some stupid station that had evilly high prices, she was exhausted. Her lovely daughter, who was not currently her favorite person in the world, had left her book bag next to the kitchen table, so Lorelai knew she was home.
"Rorry…" she yelled. "Where are you?" There was no response, so she walked to the living room, where the very same adolescent sat, eating Chinese food.
"No Luke's tonight? He'll worry and send the police," Lorelai said, attempting to crack a joke.
"We don't eat at Luke's every night," Rory said, and her mother winced.
"Save any for me?"
"There's plenty left. Help yourself," the younger Gilmore said, somewhat coldly.
"Fortune cookies?"
"In the bag."
Rory and her mother both took a fortune cookie. Purely by accident, they slipped the fortune cookies out of their respective wrappers and cracked them open. Perhaps showing how alike mother and daughter really were, the same thought flashed through their heads- something to the effect that the other didn't really know quite how hard it was, a wish to trade places.
Ah, the things we wish for are not always what we want. Remember the monkey's paw?
A/N: The Monkey's Paw is a short story when people who got a hold of this like mummified or something monkey's paw with supposed magical powers. It granted wishes, but not in the way one would expect. It was EEEVILLL. Go read it!! =) Another short chapter. I'm sorry. Go read my other fic too, though!!!