Disclaimer: This is all a lie.
Literati eventually. (that means Rory and Jess, right? I'm new to all this crazy Gilmore Girl fiction lingo.) There may be chapter titles later. Perhaps not.
Chapter One
The sidewalk was nice. Bright, whitewashed, little pebbles and seashells grounded in to give it a more rustic effect. Lane and Rory strolled casually underneath the trees of Stars Hollow. The sort of trees that have a little hole of dirt dug around them, placed smack dab in the middle of the pavement, leaves intertwining with the overhanging of stores' signs.
"Gah." Rory made a noise of disgust as the pair wheeled around to look at a rather ghastly window display, containing a mannequin in hot pants holding a fish splashed pink. Cheap tinsel and bright pink curtains clung to the sides and the back of the display case.
"Is the Culture Club coming to town?" Lane wondered.
"I highly doubt Boy George would be caught dead wearing that. What's with the fish?" Rory cocked her slightly in confusion.
"It's meant to represent the struggle between man and nature." Kirk said, suddenly appearing behind them. "Do you like it?" He asked, without blinking.
"It's lovely." Rory asserted, giving Lane a sideways glance that prompted her aide.
"I'd even ask you to do my own window display..." Lane said.
"I'd like that."
Lane panicked. "Er, well, uh...I have...this whale; it's really not the best time..." She grasped at straws; Rory grabbed her elbow and dragged her stuttering best friend away.
"Bye Kirk!" She yelled, waving farewell. Kirk nodded astutely and saluted the retreating girls.
"That was a close one."
Rory nodded, taking a sip from her stryofoam to-go coffee cup. Feeling the little plastic divet run against her mouth, making note of the luke-warm spring breeze that twisted through the door as the little bell on top announced her arrival in the dusty bookstore. She nodded at the man behind the counter, Lane following her in and to the back of the shelves.
"Don't you own all of these books?" Lane asked, glancing at the mixture of paperback and hardcover titles as Rory knelt down in search for some literary title.
"Don't you own all these albums?" Rory countered, pulling a worn copy of The Electric Kool-Aid Acid test out of the stuffed shelves.
"Not on vinyl." Lane complied.
"Duely noted." Rory ran her fingers lightly over the raised area of text on the book's cover. "Jess read this..." She commented lightly, quietly, in a nostalgic manner. Feeling the scratchy carpet against her jean-covered knees.
Lane's expression softened slightly, trying to think of something to express her solidarity with Rory's emotions when she had no idea what Rory's emotions were, exactly. Somehow, she didn't think yelling 'black panthers!' would be appropriate.
"You know he came back, right?" The other girl looked up momentarily from the book.
"I know." Lane nodded, sliding her back down against the wall and getting herself in a comfortable position on the floor, preparing herself to the empathetic listener role.
"We talked." Lane waited for her to continue. "He, uh, he told me he loves me." Rory rushed out quickly, fiddling with her finger.
Lane twisted her lips a little, processing the new information. "And what did you say?"
"Nothing."
"And what did you want to say?"
"I..." Rory bit her lip slowly, twisting her finger further and further, Lane worried for a moment it would break. "I don't know! It's all so confusing. Why did he have to come back? Why did he have to leave? Why did he have to say that and then go and be Jess and..." She suddenly got quieter, "I know I loved him. But I don't know if I still do."
Lane nodded, having a wistful Dave thought before quickly pushing it away and focusing on her friends' soap opera life. "You think talking to him would help?"
"Maybe, not right now, but at some point. Two month time frame." She said, before cynically muttering "Not like I could contact him anyway..."
The two sat in uncomfortable silence for a while, Rory's fingers lightly zig-zagging across the book's cover.
"You know," Lane said, attempting to the break the tension and help her friend get out of the 'mopey-reflective' period. "If Thom Yorke and Bjork had a baby, it would be called Kid B Yorke."
"Learn something new everyday." Rory pushed herself up from the floor, grabbing the book and her purse, a small chuckle escaping her lips.
Lane smiled, pleased with herself.
Literati eventually. (that means Rory and Jess, right? I'm new to all this crazy Gilmore Girl fiction lingo.) There may be chapter titles later. Perhaps not.
Chapter One
The sidewalk was nice. Bright, whitewashed, little pebbles and seashells grounded in to give it a more rustic effect. Lane and Rory strolled casually underneath the trees of Stars Hollow. The sort of trees that have a little hole of dirt dug around them, placed smack dab in the middle of the pavement, leaves intertwining with the overhanging of stores' signs.
"Gah." Rory made a noise of disgust as the pair wheeled around to look at a rather ghastly window display, containing a mannequin in hot pants holding a fish splashed pink. Cheap tinsel and bright pink curtains clung to the sides and the back of the display case.
"Is the Culture Club coming to town?" Lane wondered.
"I highly doubt Boy George would be caught dead wearing that. What's with the fish?" Rory cocked her slightly in confusion.
"It's meant to represent the struggle between man and nature." Kirk said, suddenly appearing behind them. "Do you like it?" He asked, without blinking.
"It's lovely." Rory asserted, giving Lane a sideways glance that prompted her aide.
"I'd even ask you to do my own window display..." Lane said.
"I'd like that."
Lane panicked. "Er, well, uh...I have...this whale; it's really not the best time..." She grasped at straws; Rory grabbed her elbow and dragged her stuttering best friend away.
"Bye Kirk!" She yelled, waving farewell. Kirk nodded astutely and saluted the retreating girls.
"That was a close one."
Rory nodded, taking a sip from her stryofoam to-go coffee cup. Feeling the little plastic divet run against her mouth, making note of the luke-warm spring breeze that twisted through the door as the little bell on top announced her arrival in the dusty bookstore. She nodded at the man behind the counter, Lane following her in and to the back of the shelves.
"Don't you own all of these books?" Lane asked, glancing at the mixture of paperback and hardcover titles as Rory knelt down in search for some literary title.
"Don't you own all these albums?" Rory countered, pulling a worn copy of The Electric Kool-Aid Acid test out of the stuffed shelves.
"Not on vinyl." Lane complied.
"Duely noted." Rory ran her fingers lightly over the raised area of text on the book's cover. "Jess read this..." She commented lightly, quietly, in a nostalgic manner. Feeling the scratchy carpet against her jean-covered knees.
Lane's expression softened slightly, trying to think of something to express her solidarity with Rory's emotions when she had no idea what Rory's emotions were, exactly. Somehow, she didn't think yelling 'black panthers!' would be appropriate.
"You know he came back, right?" The other girl looked up momentarily from the book.
"I know." Lane nodded, sliding her back down against the wall and getting herself in a comfortable position on the floor, preparing herself to the empathetic listener role.
"We talked." Lane waited for her to continue. "He, uh, he told me he loves me." Rory rushed out quickly, fiddling with her finger.
Lane twisted her lips a little, processing the new information. "And what did you say?"
"Nothing."
"And what did you want to say?"
"I..." Rory bit her lip slowly, twisting her finger further and further, Lane worried for a moment it would break. "I don't know! It's all so confusing. Why did he have to come back? Why did he have to leave? Why did he have to say that and then go and be Jess and..." She suddenly got quieter, "I know I loved him. But I don't know if I still do."
Lane nodded, having a wistful Dave thought before quickly pushing it away and focusing on her friends' soap opera life. "You think talking to him would help?"
"Maybe, not right now, but at some point. Two month time frame." She said, before cynically muttering "Not like I could contact him anyway..."
The two sat in uncomfortable silence for a while, Rory's fingers lightly zig-zagging across the book's cover.
"You know," Lane said, attempting to the break the tension and help her friend get out of the 'mopey-reflective' period. "If Thom Yorke and Bjork had a baby, it would be called Kid B Yorke."
"Learn something new everyday." Rory pushed herself up from the floor, grabbing the book and her purse, a small chuckle escaping her lips.
Lane smiled, pleased with herself.
