This is a really short chapter, but important.
She stood silently outside the diner. Maybe she was waiting for someone to invite her in, she didn't know.
+He loves me.+
+But I'm not happy+
Lorelai watched as a crinkled paper bag danced along the sidewalk, followed closely by an obese looking boy.
+Don't go in, don't go in.+
The door jingled as he entered, the bag crunching under his feet, and for a split second she wanted to be that boy. The boy who was probably the object of many cruel words at school. Who probably cried like a baby whenever someone called him a name. Who probably couldn't stand being the mannequin on display, for every one to smirk at.
Lorelai had lately discovered not to judge someone by what you see.
She squinted as the light of the sun bounced off the diner window. It was morning, and she stood waiting, waiting for Luke to come to the hungry woman who was scared that things would never be the same between them.
She barely noticed Jess as he hopped casually out of the door, but she heard him.
"Lookin for Luke?" Jess wondered, gawking at her, while taking an obnoxious bite out of a donut.
"Luke, no-o, I'm just admiring the umm sunrise," she managed.
"In other words you're looking for Luke?"
"Something like that," Lorelai mumbled.
"He's sleepin in, had a late night yesterday," Jess pointed out.
"Hmm," she nodded "Jess, what's that?" Lorelai gestured towards a piece of paper, which he held awkwardly in his unoccupied hand.
"None of your business,"
Typical.
She figured that if she stared him down he'd give in eventually. After all it was a well-known fact that insecure teenagers would flinch under the power of eye contact. Lorelai normally wouldn't have been so interested in a random piece of paper, especially not one that was in the hands of a bum like Jess. But as the sheet swayed back and fourth in the gentle morning breeze, Lorelai thought that she caught a glimpse of a very familiar handwriting.
"Fine," Jess sighed heavily. He hated her staring at him like that. What? Had she lately found an interest in younger men?
"What is this?" Lorelai questioned. It appeared to be some kind of school assignment? She made an effort to keep her mouth locked shut. Jess and school were born to be on two different sides of the spectrum. The oddest thing was although, not the fact that Jess was equipped to learn, the fact that the writing was identical to Luke's.
"It's a ummm, fine it's an essay for English. Satisfied?"
"Not quiet," Lorelai said reluctantly, her word lingering in the air. "Did Luke write this for you?"
"Why would he-"
+Damn+
+Busted+
"No it was me, we uhhh just have very similar handwriting, must be uhh genetic or something".
Genetic?
She was surprised that the word managed to fit into his monosyllable vocabulary; the one thing that he and Luke had in common. But it was exactly the same. The same curl, the same flow, the same un-lady like smudges.
"Jess, is there something you're not telling me?"
Jess felt his face heating up like an oven, he had to say something.
"Yeah-I'm late for school," he grumbled, grabbing the essay from her fingertips.
And all she could do was stand in shock.
Fooled by a kid.
It would make the headlines for sure. More to come soon, been really busy sorry!
She stood silently outside the diner. Maybe she was waiting for someone to invite her in, she didn't know.
+He loves me.+
+But I'm not happy+
Lorelai watched as a crinkled paper bag danced along the sidewalk, followed closely by an obese looking boy.
+Don't go in, don't go in.+
The door jingled as he entered, the bag crunching under his feet, and for a split second she wanted to be that boy. The boy who was probably the object of many cruel words at school. Who probably cried like a baby whenever someone called him a name. Who probably couldn't stand being the mannequin on display, for every one to smirk at.
Lorelai had lately discovered not to judge someone by what you see.
She squinted as the light of the sun bounced off the diner window. It was morning, and she stood waiting, waiting for Luke to come to the hungry woman who was scared that things would never be the same between them.
She barely noticed Jess as he hopped casually out of the door, but she heard him.
"Lookin for Luke?" Jess wondered, gawking at her, while taking an obnoxious bite out of a donut.
"Luke, no-o, I'm just admiring the umm sunrise," she managed.
"In other words you're looking for Luke?"
"Something like that," Lorelai mumbled.
"He's sleepin in, had a late night yesterday," Jess pointed out.
"Hmm," she nodded "Jess, what's that?" Lorelai gestured towards a piece of paper, which he held awkwardly in his unoccupied hand.
"None of your business,"
Typical.
She figured that if she stared him down he'd give in eventually. After all it was a well-known fact that insecure teenagers would flinch under the power of eye contact. Lorelai normally wouldn't have been so interested in a random piece of paper, especially not one that was in the hands of a bum like Jess. But as the sheet swayed back and fourth in the gentle morning breeze, Lorelai thought that she caught a glimpse of a very familiar handwriting.
"Fine," Jess sighed heavily. He hated her staring at him like that. What? Had she lately found an interest in younger men?
"What is this?" Lorelai questioned. It appeared to be some kind of school assignment? She made an effort to keep her mouth locked shut. Jess and school were born to be on two different sides of the spectrum. The oddest thing was although, not the fact that Jess was equipped to learn, the fact that the writing was identical to Luke's.
"It's a ummm, fine it's an essay for English. Satisfied?"
"Not quiet," Lorelai said reluctantly, her word lingering in the air. "Did Luke write this for you?"
"Why would he-"
+Damn+
+Busted+
"No it was me, we uhhh just have very similar handwriting, must be uhh genetic or something".
Genetic?
She was surprised that the word managed to fit into his monosyllable vocabulary; the one thing that he and Luke had in common. But it was exactly the same. The same curl, the same flow, the same un-lady like smudges.
"Jess, is there something you're not telling me?"
Jess felt his face heating up like an oven, he had to say something.
"Yeah-I'm late for school," he grumbled, grabbing the essay from her fingertips.
And all she could do was stand in shock.
Fooled by a kid.
It would make the headlines for sure. More to come soon, been really busy sorry!