hellllloooooooo. i m back. so sorry i didn't update, i was on vacation
w/ absolutely no computer access. sorry bout that. but here's chapter
3!
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disclaimer: gilmore girls isn't mine and the characters and people aren't
mine (but if they were, i would make cmm cut his hair again cuz it looked
kinda greasy in freaky friday like he never washed it or something)
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chapter 3: Mustang Sally
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"How the hell are the two of you supposed to fit in this
tiny bedroom? Luke asked after he finished stuffing a second twin sized
bed into Rory's room.
"God, this whole thing sucks!" Rory cried, giving up on her task
of attempting to make room in her closet for Lori's clothes.
Luke looked at her in surprise. He had never really seen Rory
acting like this before. She was always polite, even through the most
distressing situations. Her attitude towards Lori really was making him
nervous.
Before he could say anything to her, a white mustang screeched
to a halt in front of the house.
"She's here?" Rory cried, not even trying to hide her aggravation.
"She's not supposed to be here until tomorrow!"
"Hello?" a voice called from the hall. "The door was open, I just
let myself in. Lorelai? Rory? Where are you?"
Rory inhaled slowly, gathering strength, and than made her way
out of her room.
"Rory!" Lorelai cried, throwing her arms around her and kissing
both cheeks, European style. Rory rolled her eyes behind Lori's back.
Luke started to think everyone had been exaggerating about Lori.
She seemed nice and all. That is, until she pulled away and Luke got the
full view of her.
She was identical to Rory, yes, but the difference between them
was as distinct as night and day. Lori wore a tube top, bearing her whole
midriff complete with belly button ring. Her pants were too tight and cut
too low, and she purposely pulled her thong up enough so a little butterfly
was sticking up in the back.
His eyes shifted from her outfit to her face. She had the same
piercing blue eyes, but Lori's were rimmed heavily with dark liner, and
she looked as if she wore more than half a gallon of shadow on each eye.
Luke had the urge to throw a blanket over the girl to cover her
up.
He knew immediately that this girl was bad news.
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a/n: sorry for the short chapter, it just kinda had to stop here. chapter
4 is posted and its lots longer!
w/ absolutely no computer access. sorry bout that. but here's chapter
3!
***
disclaimer: gilmore girls isn't mine and the characters and people aren't
mine (but if they were, i would make cmm cut his hair again cuz it looked
kinda greasy in freaky friday like he never washed it or something)
***
chapter 3: Mustang Sally
***
"How the hell are the two of you supposed to fit in this
tiny bedroom? Luke asked after he finished stuffing a second twin sized
bed into Rory's room.
"God, this whole thing sucks!" Rory cried, giving up on her task
of attempting to make room in her closet for Lori's clothes.
Luke looked at her in surprise. He had never really seen Rory
acting like this before. She was always polite, even through the most
distressing situations. Her attitude towards Lori really was making him
nervous.
Before he could say anything to her, a white mustang screeched
to a halt in front of the house.
"She's here?" Rory cried, not even trying to hide her aggravation.
"She's not supposed to be here until tomorrow!"
"Hello?" a voice called from the hall. "The door was open, I just
let myself in. Lorelai? Rory? Where are you?"
Rory inhaled slowly, gathering strength, and than made her way
out of her room.
"Rory!" Lorelai cried, throwing her arms around her and kissing
both cheeks, European style. Rory rolled her eyes behind Lori's back.
Luke started to think everyone had been exaggerating about Lori.
She seemed nice and all. That is, until she pulled away and Luke got the
full view of her.
She was identical to Rory, yes, but the difference between them
was as distinct as night and day. Lori wore a tube top, bearing her whole
midriff complete with belly button ring. Her pants were too tight and cut
too low, and she purposely pulled her thong up enough so a little butterfly
was sticking up in the back.
His eyes shifted from her outfit to her face. She had the same
piercing blue eyes, but Lori's were rimmed heavily with dark liner, and
she looked as if she wore more than half a gallon of shadow on each eye.
Luke had the urge to throw a blanket over the girl to cover her
up.
He knew immediately that this girl was bad news.
***
a/n: sorry for the short chapter, it just kinda had to stop here. chapter
4 is posted and its lots longer!