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A Place Like Home
"Is that all of the bags mom?" she asked hopefully, but at the same time disappointed, she would have to say goodbye to her mom, her best friend.
"Yup. Well I guess this is it kiddo. Time for you to move in with your roomie. Ooh, can I meet her. If she gets a good impression of what your mom is like, then maybe she'll automatically like you."
"Good theory, but what is she doesn't like you? That automatically leaves a bad impression of me."
"Hey. Who wouldn't like me? I mean I'm nice, I run a business, I am single, I look young. This list could carry on forever."
" Well, some people aren't coffee lovers. So your addiction might scare them off."
"Like Mother. Like Daughter. If the roomie hates me then she'll hate you, we're like twins."
"We don't look alike..."
"Not identical twins. We have twin like souls."
"Luke was right; you shouldn't have drunk coffee while you were pregnant with me. Look at my future Ladies and Gentlemen."
"Hey we should start a touring band, you know LL. Or LR. We could sing songs about how much we're alike."Lorelai, continued her band speech as they walked into the building.
"Mom, people are starring at us."
"Oh, Hello people. This is my genius daughter Rory Gilmore. I am her even less genius mother Lorelai Gilmore. It's nice to meet you." Lorelai declared as people stopped and listened. She started waving at new and interesting faces.
"Mom, the decorating of the school supplies was enough, I can introduce myself to people you know." "Well, if they know you they should know me."
"Wait stop. Here it is; my room." She turned towards a door that had the numbers 56A.
"It's so pretty. We should have a moment of silence."
"It's not a funeral."
"It's a place to call home. I think Mr. Door would be very sad if you didn't have a moment of silence for him. He already looks sad. You're going to make him cry. What kind of daughter have I raised?"
"Mom, it's a door. I'm going to go inside, because these bags are getting heavy."
She slowly opened the door to find a room half-full of someone else's personal belongings.
"Who is it?" asked a voice that came from one of the beds.
"Umm, hi, I guess we're roomies." She replied nervously.
"I'm Amelia. I already set up my stuff; I guess you can have whatever space isn't occupied. I'll get out of your way." She abruptly left the room as soon as she was finished talking.
"Wow, she sounds how Paris first sounded when I met her."
"Now, no need to jump to conclusions Rory. But yah, you're right." Lorelai said as she moved towards the side of the room that would presumably be Rory's.
"So, I guess we should unpack..."
The two Gilmore's started unpacking and around an hour later, they were done.
"Looks like home."
"Sure does."
"Oh, are you two done yet?" Amelia abruptly opened the door.
"Actually we just finished." Lorelai answered cheerfully.
"I didn't have a chance to introduce myself earlier. I'm Rory. This is my mom."
"Nice name. I'm going to go look around campus, see you later." "Bye."
"Well, I guess I should hit the road."
"Yah."
"You'll call me, right? Write too, and visit me."
"Sounds like a plan. I'm going to miss you."
"Same here."
They hugged for the next few moments and slowly departed. It took half an hour for Lorelai to finally leave.
Well, I guess I should go look around. Meet some new people. She thought to herself. Leaving the door closed she walked down the endless halls of Yale. She looked at bulletin boards and walls full of advertisements.
"Lots of people eh?" She turned to face a boy that appeared her age. "Yah." "I'm Josh." "Hi, I'm Rory." "From around here?" "It's not a long drive. You?" "Canada." "Neat." "So what are your majors?" "Journalism, classes like that..." "Same here." "Well, I should get going. See you around. Josh..right?" "Yah. I don't know many people. Maybe we could 'hang' sometime." "Same here, so sure I guess." "See you around Rory."
She left the conversation feeling better than when she had first arrived. Trying to look like she knew where to go she wandered down more halls. She decided that supper was awaiting her and left to look for a nearby coffee house or something similar. "Coffee, a commodity of home. It certainly isn't home, but it's something like it." She said to herself. She'd have to adjust, she was strong, as long as she didn't break down, she would be ok. Her ring shot glistening light to her eyes. "Jess" she remembered. She reached for her finger that held the ring, and put it to her heart. He's probably reading. I should call him when I get back... Later.
A Place Like Home
"Is that all of the bags mom?" she asked hopefully, but at the same time disappointed, she would have to say goodbye to her mom, her best friend.
"Yup. Well I guess this is it kiddo. Time for you to move in with your roomie. Ooh, can I meet her. If she gets a good impression of what your mom is like, then maybe she'll automatically like you."
"Good theory, but what is she doesn't like you? That automatically leaves a bad impression of me."
"Hey. Who wouldn't like me? I mean I'm nice, I run a business, I am single, I look young. This list could carry on forever."
" Well, some people aren't coffee lovers. So your addiction might scare them off."
"Like Mother. Like Daughter. If the roomie hates me then she'll hate you, we're like twins."
"We don't look alike..."
"Not identical twins. We have twin like souls."
"Luke was right; you shouldn't have drunk coffee while you were pregnant with me. Look at my future Ladies and Gentlemen."
"Hey we should start a touring band, you know LL. Or LR. We could sing songs about how much we're alike."Lorelai, continued her band speech as they walked into the building.
"Mom, people are starring at us."
"Oh, Hello people. This is my genius daughter Rory Gilmore. I am her even less genius mother Lorelai Gilmore. It's nice to meet you." Lorelai declared as people stopped and listened. She started waving at new and interesting faces.
"Mom, the decorating of the school supplies was enough, I can introduce myself to people you know." "Well, if they know you they should know me."
"Wait stop. Here it is; my room." She turned towards a door that had the numbers 56A.
"It's so pretty. We should have a moment of silence."
"It's not a funeral."
"It's a place to call home. I think Mr. Door would be very sad if you didn't have a moment of silence for him. He already looks sad. You're going to make him cry. What kind of daughter have I raised?"
"Mom, it's a door. I'm going to go inside, because these bags are getting heavy."
She slowly opened the door to find a room half-full of someone else's personal belongings.
"Who is it?" asked a voice that came from one of the beds.
"Umm, hi, I guess we're roomies." She replied nervously.
"I'm Amelia. I already set up my stuff; I guess you can have whatever space isn't occupied. I'll get out of your way." She abruptly left the room as soon as she was finished talking.
"Wow, she sounds how Paris first sounded when I met her."
"Now, no need to jump to conclusions Rory. But yah, you're right." Lorelai said as she moved towards the side of the room that would presumably be Rory's.
"So, I guess we should unpack..."
The two Gilmore's started unpacking and around an hour later, they were done.
"Looks like home."
"Sure does."
"Oh, are you two done yet?" Amelia abruptly opened the door.
"Actually we just finished." Lorelai answered cheerfully.
"I didn't have a chance to introduce myself earlier. I'm Rory. This is my mom."
"Nice name. I'm going to go look around campus, see you later." "Bye."
"Well, I guess I should hit the road."
"Yah."
"You'll call me, right? Write too, and visit me."
"Sounds like a plan. I'm going to miss you."
"Same here."
They hugged for the next few moments and slowly departed. It took half an hour for Lorelai to finally leave.
Well, I guess I should go look around. Meet some new people. She thought to herself. Leaving the door closed she walked down the endless halls of Yale. She looked at bulletin boards and walls full of advertisements.
"Lots of people eh?" She turned to face a boy that appeared her age. "Yah." "I'm Josh." "Hi, I'm Rory." "From around here?" "It's not a long drive. You?" "Canada." "Neat." "So what are your majors?" "Journalism, classes like that..." "Same here." "Well, I should get going. See you around. Josh..right?" "Yah. I don't know many people. Maybe we could 'hang' sometime." "Same here, so sure I guess." "See you around Rory."
She left the conversation feeling better than when she had first arrived. Trying to look like she knew where to go she wandered down more halls. She decided that supper was awaiting her and left to look for a nearby coffee house or something similar. "Coffee, a commodity of home. It certainly isn't home, but it's something like it." She said to herself. She'd have to adjust, she was strong, as long as she didn't break down, she would be ok. Her ring shot glistening light to her eyes. "Jess" she remembered. She reached for her finger that held the ring, and put it to her heart. He's probably reading. I should call him when I get back... Later.