Author: Sunday Rain
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: May contain spoilers for the second season.
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters you recognise from the show. Based on a story by Sophie Kinsella called Changing People, and ASP and the people who own Gilmore Girls own GG.
Summary: Lane decorates people's hearts as she decorates their houses.
Changing Rooms
Oh you and you positivity
"OK, we're out, now why don't you tell me why you were acting all weird up there," Lane said, as we stepped out onto the pavement an hour later. She stood by the curb and hailed a cab.
I shrugged, "Weird? Sorry, but she was just too funny, Lane."
"Oh come on, that's not what I mean," Lane sighed. "Granted, yes she's rather the epitome of the Matel's creation, but I mean the whole 'Hey, I'm Lorelai Hayden' stunt you pulled. What the heck was that?"
I didn't really want to say anything to her, hoping that the little comment might have just been attributed to a slip up on my part, or a misheard comment on hers. So I was a little reluctant to explain that Tristan DuGrey was the boy that harrased me in high school, who kissed me while we were both in a state of heartbreak and then left without a trace never to be heard from again. Not that she hadn't heard all this anyway, but it was just so long ago I didn't want to dig up old memories.
"Oy," Lane said, snapping her fingers in my face. She yanked me into the taxicab she had hailed. "To Fifth Avenue, please."
"Where we going?"
"To lunch," Lane said, settling back into her seat. "You have much to tell me, grasshopper."
I sighed.
And over an expensive, yet tasteful, lunch at a swanky Fifth Avenue bistro, I was forced to tell Lane that Mr. Tristan DuGrey was the guy who made me feel so guilty after my breakup with Dean oh so many years ago.
"But Lorelai Hayden?" Lane asked, digging into her cheese souffle.
"I didn't want to say anything startling." I said.
"Lame answer."
I sighed, "OK, I don't know. I guess I just don't want Tristan to know I'm sort of in his life again. He wasn't exactly the nicest person around."
"He so wanted you!" Lane exclaimed.
"You never even met him, Lane," I reminded her.
"So? I hear descriptions, stories."
"From who?"
"You."
"Hah." I snorted. "So?"
"So?" Lane looked at me incredulously. "What do you mean 'So?' So, this guy could definitely be the guy."
"Uhm, I hate to burst your bubble, but in the world we live in, uhm reality, Mr. DuGrey has a girlfriend."
"She's not his type," Lane dismissed with a wave of her hand. "He'll see you, and see just what he's missing and fall head over heels in love again."
"Lane, shut up," I rolled my eyes and took another bite of my salad. "You're imagining things and disturbing me greatly."
"Fine," Lane said. "But you just wait. You'll win him over." I looked at her pointedly. "OK, I mean, I'll win him over for you."
"We like Barbie. Remember? She's paying your salary…"
"Ah, she probably won't know what hit her pretty little blonde head," Lane giggled.
"You're mean."
"I'm wicked," Lane said, with a gleam in her eye. "But you love me baby."
I had to laugh. You had to give Lane that, she was the most positive chick I knew, doing the things she set her mind to all the way to the end. Determined, focused, optimistic and just a tiny bit sneaky.
"So… Barbie's Modern Fairy Tale Castle?" I said, raising my eyebrow.
Lane shrugged. "Rich people are weird."
