Don't worry I'm not finished with the Luke and Lorelai thing. You have to
keep reading my little addicts. Yes, my writing is like Lay's. Bet you
can't just read one.
Disclaimer: I don't own Lay's nor do I own their slogan. Though I do enjoy their snack food during late night cram sessions during finals week. I also don't own the rights to Gilmore Girls, and I don't get paid for any of this, so as a gift to the owners I give them everything mentioned in the other chapters and a Red Bull. Yes, I can get one of those into my pockets.
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It was Monday, and Lorelai was in desperate need of coffee. What was she going to do? She could make it at home, but the Rory would know something was up and going to Luke's meant the awkward silent stuff. She had one fuzzy slipper on and her car keys in one hand. What was she to do? Just then Rory came down the stairs and into the kitchen.
"Mom, fuzzy slippers and a skirt don't mix."
"You're one to talk. That sweater is so last season."
Rory glared a moment at her mother and then Lorelai knew what had happened.
"Oh no, it's happening. I'm becoming an air-head."
"It could be worse, you could be in a straight-jacket by now, but I haven't had my coffee yet. Which brings me to my next point, where is the coffee?"
Lorelai quickly tried to come up with an excuse.
"I drank it all."
"I doubt it, considering that the coffee maker isn't on and I can smell coffee a mile away. Granted, it's not as good as you 4.5 miles and 10 once outside of the city, but it's getting there."
Lorelai looked at her feet.
"I'm contemplating on going to Luke's or not."
"Why? I thought that was the morning ritual. You know? We get up, get dressed, say a morning prayer to the coffee Gods, and then head over to Luke where we praise our Keeper of the Sacred Liquid."
"I don't know."
"Lorelai Gilmore, you are not allowed to be the child here. Now tell me, what's wrong?"
Quickly Lorelai blurted it out. "I-kissed-Luke-and-now-he-probably-thinks- I'm-a-freak-and-there-will-be-this-tension-that-I-don't-want."
What a mouthful, Rory thought. She looked at her mother.
"Do you like Luke? And don't lie, because I can read you like a book."
"We all know how many books you read so that means I don't lie so well, huh?"
"Yes, it does. Now mom, spill."
"I may think he's cute. Though we need to burn the baseball hat."
"I agree."
"Well I am going."
Rory jumped up with excitement.
"To Luke's?"
"I don't know yet, but I am."
"Alright, then I guess I am on my own for my prayer?"
"Yes, but don't forget to thank Foldger's and Maxwell House for their contribution to society."
"Alright. Don't forget to tell Luke he may have a shot, if he burned the baseball hat."
Lorelai gave her daughter a mean look and Rory shot one back at her. As she was out the door Rory noticed her mother's shoes sitting on the table. She picked them up and walked over to the door and held them out. Sure enough Lorelai came running back, "Shoes?"
Rory handed them to her. "You have much to still learn, Padawan."
Lorelai smiled and went out the door. Rory now was faced with one problem, there still wasn't any coffee and she was in dyer need of some.
Disclaimer: I don't own Lay's nor do I own their slogan. Though I do enjoy their snack food during late night cram sessions during finals week. I also don't own the rights to Gilmore Girls, and I don't get paid for any of this, so as a gift to the owners I give them everything mentioned in the other chapters and a Red Bull. Yes, I can get one of those into my pockets.
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It was Monday, and Lorelai was in desperate need of coffee. What was she going to do? She could make it at home, but the Rory would know something was up and going to Luke's meant the awkward silent stuff. She had one fuzzy slipper on and her car keys in one hand. What was she to do? Just then Rory came down the stairs and into the kitchen.
"Mom, fuzzy slippers and a skirt don't mix."
"You're one to talk. That sweater is so last season."
Rory glared a moment at her mother and then Lorelai knew what had happened.
"Oh no, it's happening. I'm becoming an air-head."
"It could be worse, you could be in a straight-jacket by now, but I haven't had my coffee yet. Which brings me to my next point, where is the coffee?"
Lorelai quickly tried to come up with an excuse.
"I drank it all."
"I doubt it, considering that the coffee maker isn't on and I can smell coffee a mile away. Granted, it's not as good as you 4.5 miles and 10 once outside of the city, but it's getting there."
Lorelai looked at her feet.
"I'm contemplating on going to Luke's or not."
"Why? I thought that was the morning ritual. You know? We get up, get dressed, say a morning prayer to the coffee Gods, and then head over to Luke where we praise our Keeper of the Sacred Liquid."
"I don't know."
"Lorelai Gilmore, you are not allowed to be the child here. Now tell me, what's wrong?"
Quickly Lorelai blurted it out. "I-kissed-Luke-and-now-he-probably-thinks- I'm-a-freak-and-there-will-be-this-tension-that-I-don't-want."
What a mouthful, Rory thought. She looked at her mother.
"Do you like Luke? And don't lie, because I can read you like a book."
"We all know how many books you read so that means I don't lie so well, huh?"
"Yes, it does. Now mom, spill."
"I may think he's cute. Though we need to burn the baseball hat."
"I agree."
"Well I am going."
Rory jumped up with excitement.
"To Luke's?"
"I don't know yet, but I am."
"Alright, then I guess I am on my own for my prayer?"
"Yes, but don't forget to thank Foldger's and Maxwell House for their contribution to society."
"Alright. Don't forget to tell Luke he may have a shot, if he burned the baseball hat."
Lorelai gave her daughter a mean look and Rory shot one back at her. As she was out the door Rory noticed her mother's shoes sitting on the table. She picked them up and walked over to the door and held them out. Sure enough Lorelai came running back, "Shoes?"
Rory handed them to her. "You have much to still learn, Padawan."
Lorelai smiled and went out the door. Rory now was faced with one problem, there still wasn't any coffee and she was in dyer need of some.
