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A/N:The reason I haven't been updating, to those of you who don't know, is because my computer crashed and now that it's finally fixed I have Chronic Writer's Block *nods*
Okay, so, I was supposed to update Whatever You Say before this, but, I kind of lost my notebook and if I looked for it, by the time I found it I would be out of my writing mood. Also, I have to say that I am tired of the way I wrote this story and I will write according to the notebook, but I refuse to write it all the same because it's dull and boring. So, the same stuff will happen, and even if it didn't you wouldn't even know any of this, so my telling you is completley rediculous, but still. Blame any stupid parts on my notebook, because most likely that -and my old...icky writing- is to blame!
BTW, don't kill me for taking so long, it's the fault of Bill Gates and my computer!! They conspired against me!
**
At Chilton I was at my locker when Paris came over.
I smiled, "Paris, just the person I wanted to see,"
"Really?" she asked, surprised.
"Yeah, can I talk to you? But you have to promise not to say anything to anyone and if you do I'll have to kill you,"
"Okay, go ahead,"
"Well, say you did something that on reflection you think you maybe should've done differently, but it's too late, because you already did it. Hpow would you tell a person that you're really close to?"
She frowned, "I need a little more to go on,"
I sighed, "I broke up with Dean," I started.
"Okay, how should you have done that differently?"
"No, that wasn't what I was talking about,"
"Well, what ARE you talking about?" she asked.
"You are going to think I'm so stupid,"
"Rory, I'm not going to think you're stupid, unless of course you've lost all ability to speak clearly, in that case, maybe. But other than that, you're my best friend and I won't think you're stupid."
"I am?" I asked, surprised.
"Yeah, so tell me,"
I bit my lip, "Okay, remember Jess?"
"Yeah, the guy that liked you that you kicked out when Dean came over,"
"Well, we're together,"
She nodded, "I figured that would happen,"
"But see, well, I love him, and I trust him and he feels the same way, and....last Friday night, we, uh...we..."I trailed off.
"You? Oh! You mean you..."she lowered her voice, "You slept with him?"
"Yes,"
"Oh, wow, okay,"
"And I don't regret it at all, that's not what I mean," I said.
"Okay, so, you love him and you slept with him,"
"Right, but see, that was the absolute last thing we expected to be doing. We weren't even....really together when he first came over."
"Wow, and I thought cheetahs moved fast,"
"I know it was....quick, but...yeah, you think I'm a slut now,"
"No, I know you don't just jump into bed with anyone,"
"Okay," I frowned slightly, "That's...comforting? Anyway my Mom didn't take it so well at first, she said he used me and that I wasn't thinking and that he basically played me -- which he didn't. But since Jess and I weren't even on...well, speaking terms when he first came over, we were so unprepared for...it."
"Oh my gosh, you're pregnant, aren't you?"
"I don't know, but it's entirely possilbe. I am so scared, I don't know how to tell my Mom; she already hates Jess. And him...I don't want to tell him, and I don't want to destroy his life or anything and I don't even know how he'd react. That seems even more stupid now that in did before, I mean, why would you sleep with someone if you...well, I'm not one of those girls that just get caught up in a moment and they're unprepared! I'm way more responsible than that. I am not-"
"Rory," she cut my ramble off.
"What?"
"It's okay."
"It is?"
"Yes," she nodded, "Everyone makes mistakes, it'll be all right, just...chill out, you make me uncomfortable when you get all teary."
"Right," I nodded. This IS Paris I'm talking to.
"So, you'll just get a pregnancy test and you'll go from there,"
"Paris, I can't buy a pregnancy test. People would know, I live in Stars Hollow; news would spread faster than you can even imagine! The whole town would know, and then what if I'm not? Huh?"
"Oh, right, you live in small town hell. Okay, well, call me and I'll pick it up, I'll bring the tests to school and you can take them home,"
"Really?"
"Really,"
"You would do that for me?"
"Not if you keep asking me."
"Right, okay. Thank you so much,"
"No problem," she said putting her Paris face back on, "This is my class,"
"Okay, bye," I said, and headed to my class.
*
Friday night I was getting ready for dinner with the grandparents.
"Hey hon, ready?" Mom asked.
"Yeah," I nodded and with that we left. I was completely silent almost the whole way there.
"Hon, you're acting kind of weird,"
"I'm fine," I said, "Did you know that Paris considers me her best friend? That's what she told me,"
"Wow, Paris has a best friend? And a heart? I didn't know that,"
We rang the doorbell and waited.
Two minutes and two attempts from Mom to leave later, the door opened.
"Come in," Grandma said, "Mildred, you didn't get the door! When the doorbell rings, in most cultures, that's the signal to open it!"
"Wow, new maid?" Mom guessed.
"Yes, the maid I had last week was absolutely terrible. I did give her a chance, but I simply couldn't handle her and stay sane."
"You're right, there's no way you could stay sane," Mom agreed.
We had dinner, and again I was silent, avoiding Mom's gaze, I was too deep in thought about my own problems to worry about "Bunny and Herbert Reed".
*
"Okay, you were quiet tonight," Mom pointed out.
"Not a lot of conversation," I said.
"Well, okay, I'll give you that, Bunny and Herb aren't the most interesting clowns in the world, but is something wrong?" she asked, "Are you and Jess in a fight or something?"
"No, of course not," I said.
"You know, tonight's kind of your anniversary, I mean, it's only two weeks, but still, two weeks,"
"I hate that," I said.
"You hate what? Anniversaries?" she asked, confusedly.
"No, that it's only two weeks. That makes it sound like we just met a couple weeks ago, and that's not ture! We've known each other for...okay, I don't know exaclty how long, but I know it's been a long time! Close to a year. But just because we weren't going out when you hear two weeks, you're like 'wow, two weeks, that's not long, that's not even a month', don't you think?"
"Um, sweetie, why are you worried about what people think about how long you've been together?"
"It's just stupid! People are so off about Jess, they think he's the antichrist and he's not. But the fact that we've only been together for two weeks and we've already....that just makes it easier for them all to think that, and I didn't think about that,"
"Ah," she nodded, "this is about people finding out about you and Jess,"
"No, it's not that, it's just....okay, yes it is, but you know what they'd think. They'd think Jess talked me into it or rushed me into it or something, and he didn't. Even you thought that, and if you thought that there's no doubt in my mind that anybody else in Stars Hollow would think that, it's just...they'd think that I'm just a conquest for Jess, and I don't want them to think that,"
"Uh huh, so you think they'd think that Jess somehow talked you into sleeping with him and you were stupid or naive or something?"
"Right, just like they did with the accident. They only see him as the troublemaking bad boy type who would go for girls who are....I don't know, not me, and it's not real, it's...it's like a front, he's not like that at all,"
"They would probably think he'd go for...easy girls," she grimaced.
"See, that's what I figured," I said, shaking my head.
"Hon, they aren't going to think that about you, you're you."
"Yes, and that's another thing they could use, the fact that Jess 'corrupted' me, they're just...that or they'll think I'm an idiot and next thing you know I'll be at an airport jumping up and down and joining a cult!"
"Wow, you lost me back at the...uh...the part...what does a cult have to do with Jess?"
"You know exaclty what they'd think if they knew about this. What do you think they'd think?"
"Well..." she stalled.
"I can't tell anyone but you about this, I can't even tell Jess because...never mind. Just forget it,"
"No, talk to me, tell me, I promise I'll be good,"
"Yeah, right," I rolled my eyes.
"Just like a girl scout, I swear,"
"Well...among other things, he'd think I regret it, and I don't regret it, I don't."
"Well, you don't have to tell Jess, for one thing, you're definitely not easy, you're like one of those really...rediculously challenging puzzle things that you can never solve. Anyway, my point is it's not like you just met him and went to bed with him,"
"But I don't want people to think Jess corrupted me," I pouted.
"They may not even find out about it, how could they? It's not written on your forehead, Jess isn't broadcasting it across Stars Hollow and it's not in the paper."
"You're right," I nodded. But yeah, if I'm pregnant they're going to know, they're not going to think, "Oh wow, I wonder what that little ball is doing on Rory's stomach," they're going to figure that one out.
When we got to Stars Hollow she shocked me.
"So, sweetie, Luke is going to be gone a couple hours, so do you want to spend some time with Jess or what?"
"Yeah," I said, surprised.
"Okay," she said, pulling into the driveway. When I turned I noticed she stuck something in my purse.
"Did you just put something in my purse?" I asked.
"Yes, I did," she nodded.
"I'm so not going to ask,"
"It's not candy," she said with a teasing smile.
"Okay, time for you to leave now," I told her.
"Oh, fine," she pouted, "Bye, be safe!"
I grimaced, "Bye,"
I walked in the diner in time to see Jess finishing mopping the floor.
"Hey there, handsome," I grinned.
"Hey," he kissed me, "This is a surprise. Does your Mom know you're here?"
"Yep, she dropped me off,"
"Did she fall on her head?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No, I think she just finished playing hide and go seek and found her maturity, that's one theory,"
"Lorelai has maturity?" he asked in mock surprise.
I smiled and swatted him in the stomach, "Be nice,"
"I'll try," he put his arms around my waist, "So, what do you want to do?"
"Well," I smiled, "I'm sure we'll be able to think of something,"
"Oh yeah?" he raised an eyebrow playfully.
"Yeah," I smiled, as we went toward the stairs.
*
I walked in the house that night and I could smell something burning, "Mom," I called.
"In the kitchen," she called back.
I walked in the kithchen, "Mom, what are you doing?" I stared at her.
"Well, I just realized why we always make tater tots and leave the French fires for Luke to make,"
"What did you do?" I asked walking over to peek in the oven, where she was staring.
"I actually managed to burn French fries," she nodded as we stared in the oven window.
After a minute I asked, "Do you think it's going to hand them to you?"
"I was hoping," she nodded.
Another minute passed, "I don't think it's going to, and the fries are burning more by the minute,"
"I know," she said, "But now they're all gross and I'm not going to eat them, and now poor Mr.Potato died for no reason,"
"Well, you're making him suffer in there," I pointed.
"So, you think I should save him?"
"I think it would be a good idea, yes," I nodded.
"Okay," she went over to the counter and grabbed "Super Oven Mitt" so that she could get the fries out.
"Eww!" she grimaced, "They're all brown and....yucky,"
"That's what happens when you leave fries in the oven for...."
"Um, a half hour,"
My eyes widened, "Yeah, that's way too long, how did you forget the French fries?"
"I was being mopey," she pouted.
"Why?"
"Well, it's just...I mean, now my daughter has a serious relationship with her coffee boy and I'm still as single as that Steve guy who used to play in Blue's Clues, it makes me feel sort of pathetic." she said. " Hey, let's watch a movie with people more pathetic than that to make me feel better,"
"I can't, I have to do that senior volunteer program piece for the paper,"
"Ah," she nodded, "The news never sleeps,"
"Right, and apparently neither does the writer,"
"Okay," she kissed me on the cheek, "G'night babe,"
"'Night Mom,"
*
The next morning Grandpa called.
"Hello?"
"Rory, hi, just the person I wanted to talk to,"
"Hi, Grandpa,"
"I wanted to ask you something," he said.
"Okay, shoot,"
"Excuse me?"
"Oh, uh, go ahead and ask,"
"Well, in college my friends and I formed an acapella group, the Whiffenpoofs, and we're having a little reunion at Yale, I wondered if you'd like to come and I could show you around?"
"Oh...well..."
"It might be interesting for you, I'd really enjoy showing you around,"
"Um.."
"Your mother could come, too,"
"Sure, yeah, we could do that,"
"Wonderful! Should you tell your mother or should I?"
"Oh, I'll tell her," Rory said. "When is it?"
"Oh, well, it's actually tomorrow, I'm sorry it's such short notice..."
"It's okay, really, not a problem," I said, trying to figure out how to tell Mom.
"Good, so we'll see you tomorrow at three?"
"Sounds good," I said."Thanks, bye,"
"What did he say?" Mom asked.
"Uh, what did we have planned for tomorrow?"
"Nothing, why?"
"Well, Grandpa's having this reunion thing with the Whiffen... anyway, and he wants us to come and he can show me around,"
"Show you around?"
"Yes,"
"Show you around Yale?"
"Yes,"
"I lied, we do have plans, we have to go find Frank Sinatra, he's scheduled to give me a dance lesson and I payed a very good price for it, sorry,"
"Mom..."
"Rory he's manipulating you, he wants to take you to Yale and he wants you to go there because he went there, he wants you to be a min-Richard! Give me the phone, I'm calling him, how dare he do this," she said grabbing the phone and dialing
"Mom, give me the phone,"
"Why?"
"Because I think we should go, it couldn't hurt,"
"Rory, he wants you to follow in his high-and-mighty Gilmore footsteps,"
"Mom, just going and looking couldn't hurt,"
"Yeah, that's what he wants you to think,"
"Mom..."
She sighed and put the phonew down, "Fine, if you want to go, we'll go,"
"Thank you," I said putting the phone on the hook.
After Mom convinced me that she had to go pretend be Foster Brooks, except with coffee instead of alcohol, we went to Luke's.
"Lukie! We need coffee, lots of coffee,"
"I told you not to call me that," Luke said as he walked over to us.
I looked around, but there was no Jess in sight.
"Oops, sorry, I forgot. Lucas, could you give us some coffee?" she corrected.
"All right, stop it with the names," he said, pouring her coffee.
"Thank you, I'm eternally grateful," she said.
"I'm sure," he rolled his eyes, "Rory, do you want some?" he offered.
"Could I get decaf?" I asked.
Mom nearly choked on her coffee and Luke stared at me. "Did you....just...ask for...decaf?" she asked.
"Yes," I said, trying to ignore that her eyes were the size of large UFOs. "Or...half caf?" I said, then after a second, "I do not have three heads!"
"You should learn to take after your daughter," Luke finally said to Mom.
"She can have her weak little half caf, I'll take my super strong coffee, thank you very much." she said, looking at me suspiciously.
**
When we got home Mom patted the seat next to her on the couch, "Come here,"
"Okay," I sat down, "What's up?"
"Hi," she said.
"Hi," I frowned.
"So, tomorrow's Yale,"
"Yes it is,"
"Ivy covered Hell,"
"I doubt that,"
"Good. Covered Yale. We went for coffee,"
"Yes, we did..."
"And you drank weak coffee,"
"Yes, I did. Is there a point to this conversation?"
"We're talking,"
"Well, is the talk going anywhere?"
"No, not really, but there is one more base I want to cover, now that you and Jess are...serious, I think you should go on the pill,"
I nodded, "Uh, okay,"
"In fact, maybe tomorrow we could-"
"Why don't we wait? And not go on it so soon,"
She glanced at the floor, "Why?"
"Well, because I just think that would be better. I mean, it's a very serious decision to go on the pill and I have no problem with that but I just think that we should wait until maybe next weekend or something. You know, just...maybe that would be better." I rambled nervously.
"Rory, honey, is there anything you'd like to tell me?"
I stared at the ground but didn't say anything, I couldn't figure out WHAT to say.
"Honey, are you...are you pregnant?"
"I don't know," I said, still staring at the ground, this time because I couldn't stand to see the look that I knew had to be written all over her face. Disappointment.
"But you could be?" she asked, surprisingly calm.
I bit my lip, "Yes,"
She sort of sighed, "Come here," she hugged me, "Why didn't you tell me? Did you tell anyone?"
"I told Paris, I knew there was no way that I could buy a pregnancy test, because I live here, so she told me to call her and she's going to stop and buy one. We've just been waiting,"
"This explains the half caf. Is Paris the only other person who knows?"
"Yeah, she is."
"Okay,"
"I have no idea what I'm supposed to do," I admitted.
"I know honey, we'll figure it out, we just have to wait," she said.
"Right," I nodded.
We both sighed in unison then stared off into space, both absorbed in our own thoughts.
**
A/N: Okay, I know I said I'd go along with my notebook, but seriously, it's so incredibly awful that I can't even bring myself to type it. If my previous writing is as bad as this notebook, I apologize, I should be paying you to read it, because I'm gagging. And I'm the one who wrote it! So, anything that I may have said about the story...forget it, just...ignore it, I was being stupid and my writing was....just...disgusting. So, my solemn mood is over, I will now proceed to throw the notebook away and write it as I go, so anything I said about having chapters planned, now it's "What? What plans? I have no idea what you're talking about! Go away, weird person! You're scaring me!"
Thank you for reading, I apologize for any parts that may have hurt your eyes and I really apologize for taking so long to update, but the computer didn't like me, and now I'm updating two times in two days again, so I'm almost afraid because last time I did this my computer died! But if you could tell me if this is any better or worse than the last...any of this story, that would be great, because I'd really love to know, thanks!
A/N:The reason I haven't been updating, to those of you who don't know, is because my computer crashed and now that it's finally fixed I have Chronic Writer's Block *nods*
Okay, so, I was supposed to update Whatever You Say before this, but, I kind of lost my notebook and if I looked for it, by the time I found it I would be out of my writing mood. Also, I have to say that I am tired of the way I wrote this story and I will write according to the notebook, but I refuse to write it all the same because it's dull and boring. So, the same stuff will happen, and even if it didn't you wouldn't even know any of this, so my telling you is completley rediculous, but still. Blame any stupid parts on my notebook, because most likely that -and my old...icky writing- is to blame!
BTW, don't kill me for taking so long, it's the fault of Bill Gates and my computer!! They conspired against me!
**
At Chilton I was at my locker when Paris came over.
I smiled, "Paris, just the person I wanted to see,"
"Really?" she asked, surprised.
"Yeah, can I talk to you? But you have to promise not to say anything to anyone and if you do I'll have to kill you,"
"Okay, go ahead,"
"Well, say you did something that on reflection you think you maybe should've done differently, but it's too late, because you already did it. Hpow would you tell a person that you're really close to?"
She frowned, "I need a little more to go on,"
I sighed, "I broke up with Dean," I started.
"Okay, how should you have done that differently?"
"No, that wasn't what I was talking about,"
"Well, what ARE you talking about?" she asked.
"You are going to think I'm so stupid,"
"Rory, I'm not going to think you're stupid, unless of course you've lost all ability to speak clearly, in that case, maybe. But other than that, you're my best friend and I won't think you're stupid."
"I am?" I asked, surprised.
"Yeah, so tell me,"
I bit my lip, "Okay, remember Jess?"
"Yeah, the guy that liked you that you kicked out when Dean came over,"
"Well, we're together,"
She nodded, "I figured that would happen,"
"But see, well, I love him, and I trust him and he feels the same way, and....last Friday night, we, uh...we..."I trailed off.
"You? Oh! You mean you..."she lowered her voice, "You slept with him?"
"Yes,"
"Oh, wow, okay,"
"And I don't regret it at all, that's not what I mean," I said.
"Okay, so, you love him and you slept with him,"
"Right, but see, that was the absolute last thing we expected to be doing. We weren't even....really together when he first came over."
"Wow, and I thought cheetahs moved fast,"
"I know it was....quick, but...yeah, you think I'm a slut now,"
"No, I know you don't just jump into bed with anyone,"
"Okay," I frowned slightly, "That's...comforting? Anyway my Mom didn't take it so well at first, she said he used me and that I wasn't thinking and that he basically played me -- which he didn't. But since Jess and I weren't even on...well, speaking terms when he first came over, we were so unprepared for...it."
"Oh my gosh, you're pregnant, aren't you?"
"I don't know, but it's entirely possilbe. I am so scared, I don't know how to tell my Mom; she already hates Jess. And him...I don't want to tell him, and I don't want to destroy his life or anything and I don't even know how he'd react. That seems even more stupid now that in did before, I mean, why would you sleep with someone if you...well, I'm not one of those girls that just get caught up in a moment and they're unprepared! I'm way more responsible than that. I am not-"
"Rory," she cut my ramble off.
"What?"
"It's okay."
"It is?"
"Yes," she nodded, "Everyone makes mistakes, it'll be all right, just...chill out, you make me uncomfortable when you get all teary."
"Right," I nodded. This IS Paris I'm talking to.
"So, you'll just get a pregnancy test and you'll go from there,"
"Paris, I can't buy a pregnancy test. People would know, I live in Stars Hollow; news would spread faster than you can even imagine! The whole town would know, and then what if I'm not? Huh?"
"Oh, right, you live in small town hell. Okay, well, call me and I'll pick it up, I'll bring the tests to school and you can take them home,"
"Really?"
"Really,"
"You would do that for me?"
"Not if you keep asking me."
"Right, okay. Thank you so much,"
"No problem," she said putting her Paris face back on, "This is my class,"
"Okay, bye," I said, and headed to my class.
*
Friday night I was getting ready for dinner with the grandparents.
"Hey hon, ready?" Mom asked.
"Yeah," I nodded and with that we left. I was completely silent almost the whole way there.
"Hon, you're acting kind of weird,"
"I'm fine," I said, "Did you know that Paris considers me her best friend? That's what she told me,"
"Wow, Paris has a best friend? And a heart? I didn't know that,"
We rang the doorbell and waited.
Two minutes and two attempts from Mom to leave later, the door opened.
"Come in," Grandma said, "Mildred, you didn't get the door! When the doorbell rings, in most cultures, that's the signal to open it!"
"Wow, new maid?" Mom guessed.
"Yes, the maid I had last week was absolutely terrible. I did give her a chance, but I simply couldn't handle her and stay sane."
"You're right, there's no way you could stay sane," Mom agreed.
We had dinner, and again I was silent, avoiding Mom's gaze, I was too deep in thought about my own problems to worry about "Bunny and Herbert Reed".
*
"Okay, you were quiet tonight," Mom pointed out.
"Not a lot of conversation," I said.
"Well, okay, I'll give you that, Bunny and Herb aren't the most interesting clowns in the world, but is something wrong?" she asked, "Are you and Jess in a fight or something?"
"No, of course not," I said.
"You know, tonight's kind of your anniversary, I mean, it's only two weeks, but still, two weeks,"
"I hate that," I said.
"You hate what? Anniversaries?" she asked, confusedly.
"No, that it's only two weeks. That makes it sound like we just met a couple weeks ago, and that's not ture! We've known each other for...okay, I don't know exaclty how long, but I know it's been a long time! Close to a year. But just because we weren't going out when you hear two weeks, you're like 'wow, two weeks, that's not long, that's not even a month', don't you think?"
"Um, sweetie, why are you worried about what people think about how long you've been together?"
"It's just stupid! People are so off about Jess, they think he's the antichrist and he's not. But the fact that we've only been together for two weeks and we've already....that just makes it easier for them all to think that, and I didn't think about that,"
"Ah," she nodded, "this is about people finding out about you and Jess,"
"No, it's not that, it's just....okay, yes it is, but you know what they'd think. They'd think Jess talked me into it or rushed me into it or something, and he didn't. Even you thought that, and if you thought that there's no doubt in my mind that anybody else in Stars Hollow would think that, it's just...they'd think that I'm just a conquest for Jess, and I don't want them to think that,"
"Uh huh, so you think they'd think that Jess somehow talked you into sleeping with him and you were stupid or naive or something?"
"Right, just like they did with the accident. They only see him as the troublemaking bad boy type who would go for girls who are....I don't know, not me, and it's not real, it's...it's like a front, he's not like that at all,"
"They would probably think he'd go for...easy girls," she grimaced.
"See, that's what I figured," I said, shaking my head.
"Hon, they aren't going to think that about you, you're you."
"Yes, and that's another thing they could use, the fact that Jess 'corrupted' me, they're just...that or they'll think I'm an idiot and next thing you know I'll be at an airport jumping up and down and joining a cult!"
"Wow, you lost me back at the...uh...the part...what does a cult have to do with Jess?"
"You know exaclty what they'd think if they knew about this. What do you think they'd think?"
"Well..." she stalled.
"I can't tell anyone but you about this, I can't even tell Jess because...never mind. Just forget it,"
"No, talk to me, tell me, I promise I'll be good,"
"Yeah, right," I rolled my eyes.
"Just like a girl scout, I swear,"
"Well...among other things, he'd think I regret it, and I don't regret it, I don't."
"Well, you don't have to tell Jess, for one thing, you're definitely not easy, you're like one of those really...rediculously challenging puzzle things that you can never solve. Anyway, my point is it's not like you just met him and went to bed with him,"
"But I don't want people to think Jess corrupted me," I pouted.
"They may not even find out about it, how could they? It's not written on your forehead, Jess isn't broadcasting it across Stars Hollow and it's not in the paper."
"You're right," I nodded. But yeah, if I'm pregnant they're going to know, they're not going to think, "Oh wow, I wonder what that little ball is doing on Rory's stomach," they're going to figure that one out.
When we got to Stars Hollow she shocked me.
"So, sweetie, Luke is going to be gone a couple hours, so do you want to spend some time with Jess or what?"
"Yeah," I said, surprised.
"Okay," she said, pulling into the driveway. When I turned I noticed she stuck something in my purse.
"Did you just put something in my purse?" I asked.
"Yes, I did," she nodded.
"I'm so not going to ask,"
"It's not candy," she said with a teasing smile.
"Okay, time for you to leave now," I told her.
"Oh, fine," she pouted, "Bye, be safe!"
I grimaced, "Bye,"
I walked in the diner in time to see Jess finishing mopping the floor.
"Hey there, handsome," I grinned.
"Hey," he kissed me, "This is a surprise. Does your Mom know you're here?"
"Yep, she dropped me off,"
"Did she fall on her head?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No, I think she just finished playing hide and go seek and found her maturity, that's one theory,"
"Lorelai has maturity?" he asked in mock surprise.
I smiled and swatted him in the stomach, "Be nice,"
"I'll try," he put his arms around my waist, "So, what do you want to do?"
"Well," I smiled, "I'm sure we'll be able to think of something,"
"Oh yeah?" he raised an eyebrow playfully.
"Yeah," I smiled, as we went toward the stairs.
*
I walked in the house that night and I could smell something burning, "Mom," I called.
"In the kitchen," she called back.
I walked in the kithchen, "Mom, what are you doing?" I stared at her.
"Well, I just realized why we always make tater tots and leave the French fires for Luke to make,"
"What did you do?" I asked walking over to peek in the oven, where she was staring.
"I actually managed to burn French fries," she nodded as we stared in the oven window.
After a minute I asked, "Do you think it's going to hand them to you?"
"I was hoping," she nodded.
Another minute passed, "I don't think it's going to, and the fries are burning more by the minute,"
"I know," she said, "But now they're all gross and I'm not going to eat them, and now poor Mr.Potato died for no reason,"
"Well, you're making him suffer in there," I pointed.
"So, you think I should save him?"
"I think it would be a good idea, yes," I nodded.
"Okay," she went over to the counter and grabbed "Super Oven Mitt" so that she could get the fries out.
"Eww!" she grimaced, "They're all brown and....yucky,"
"That's what happens when you leave fries in the oven for...."
"Um, a half hour,"
My eyes widened, "Yeah, that's way too long, how did you forget the French fries?"
"I was being mopey," she pouted.
"Why?"
"Well, it's just...I mean, now my daughter has a serious relationship with her coffee boy and I'm still as single as that Steve guy who used to play in Blue's Clues, it makes me feel sort of pathetic." she said. " Hey, let's watch a movie with people more pathetic than that to make me feel better,"
"I can't, I have to do that senior volunteer program piece for the paper,"
"Ah," she nodded, "The news never sleeps,"
"Right, and apparently neither does the writer,"
"Okay," she kissed me on the cheek, "G'night babe,"
"'Night Mom,"
*
The next morning Grandpa called.
"Hello?"
"Rory, hi, just the person I wanted to talk to,"
"Hi, Grandpa,"
"I wanted to ask you something," he said.
"Okay, shoot,"
"Excuse me?"
"Oh, uh, go ahead and ask,"
"Well, in college my friends and I formed an acapella group, the Whiffenpoofs, and we're having a little reunion at Yale, I wondered if you'd like to come and I could show you around?"
"Oh...well..."
"It might be interesting for you, I'd really enjoy showing you around,"
"Um.."
"Your mother could come, too,"
"Sure, yeah, we could do that,"
"Wonderful! Should you tell your mother or should I?"
"Oh, I'll tell her," Rory said. "When is it?"
"Oh, well, it's actually tomorrow, I'm sorry it's such short notice..."
"It's okay, really, not a problem," I said, trying to figure out how to tell Mom.
"Good, so we'll see you tomorrow at three?"
"Sounds good," I said."Thanks, bye,"
"What did he say?" Mom asked.
"Uh, what did we have planned for tomorrow?"
"Nothing, why?"
"Well, Grandpa's having this reunion thing with the Whiffen... anyway, and he wants us to come and he can show me around,"
"Show you around?"
"Yes,"
"Show you around Yale?"
"Yes,"
"I lied, we do have plans, we have to go find Frank Sinatra, he's scheduled to give me a dance lesson and I payed a very good price for it, sorry,"
"Mom..."
"Rory he's manipulating you, he wants to take you to Yale and he wants you to go there because he went there, he wants you to be a min-Richard! Give me the phone, I'm calling him, how dare he do this," she said grabbing the phone and dialing
"Mom, give me the phone,"
"Why?"
"Because I think we should go, it couldn't hurt,"
"Rory, he wants you to follow in his high-and-mighty Gilmore footsteps,"
"Mom, just going and looking couldn't hurt,"
"Yeah, that's what he wants you to think,"
"Mom..."
She sighed and put the phonew down, "Fine, if you want to go, we'll go,"
"Thank you," I said putting the phone on the hook.
After Mom convinced me that she had to go pretend be Foster Brooks, except with coffee instead of alcohol, we went to Luke's.
"Lukie! We need coffee, lots of coffee,"
"I told you not to call me that," Luke said as he walked over to us.
I looked around, but there was no Jess in sight.
"Oops, sorry, I forgot. Lucas, could you give us some coffee?" she corrected.
"All right, stop it with the names," he said, pouring her coffee.
"Thank you, I'm eternally grateful," she said.
"I'm sure," he rolled his eyes, "Rory, do you want some?" he offered.
"Could I get decaf?" I asked.
Mom nearly choked on her coffee and Luke stared at me. "Did you....just...ask for...decaf?" she asked.
"Yes," I said, trying to ignore that her eyes were the size of large UFOs. "Or...half caf?" I said, then after a second, "I do not have three heads!"
"You should learn to take after your daughter," Luke finally said to Mom.
"She can have her weak little half caf, I'll take my super strong coffee, thank you very much." she said, looking at me suspiciously.
**
When we got home Mom patted the seat next to her on the couch, "Come here,"
"Okay," I sat down, "What's up?"
"Hi," she said.
"Hi," I frowned.
"So, tomorrow's Yale,"
"Yes it is,"
"Ivy covered Hell,"
"I doubt that,"
"Good. Covered Yale. We went for coffee,"
"Yes, we did..."
"And you drank weak coffee,"
"Yes, I did. Is there a point to this conversation?"
"We're talking,"
"Well, is the talk going anywhere?"
"No, not really, but there is one more base I want to cover, now that you and Jess are...serious, I think you should go on the pill,"
I nodded, "Uh, okay,"
"In fact, maybe tomorrow we could-"
"Why don't we wait? And not go on it so soon,"
She glanced at the floor, "Why?"
"Well, because I just think that would be better. I mean, it's a very serious decision to go on the pill and I have no problem with that but I just think that we should wait until maybe next weekend or something. You know, just...maybe that would be better." I rambled nervously.
"Rory, honey, is there anything you'd like to tell me?"
I stared at the ground but didn't say anything, I couldn't figure out WHAT to say.
"Honey, are you...are you pregnant?"
"I don't know," I said, still staring at the ground, this time because I couldn't stand to see the look that I knew had to be written all over her face. Disappointment.
"But you could be?" she asked, surprisingly calm.
I bit my lip, "Yes,"
She sort of sighed, "Come here," she hugged me, "Why didn't you tell me? Did you tell anyone?"
"I told Paris, I knew there was no way that I could buy a pregnancy test, because I live here, so she told me to call her and she's going to stop and buy one. We've just been waiting,"
"This explains the half caf. Is Paris the only other person who knows?"
"Yeah, she is."
"Okay,"
"I have no idea what I'm supposed to do," I admitted.
"I know honey, we'll figure it out, we just have to wait," she said.
"Right," I nodded.
We both sighed in unison then stared off into space, both absorbed in our own thoughts.
**
A/N: Okay, I know I said I'd go along with my notebook, but seriously, it's so incredibly awful that I can't even bring myself to type it. If my previous writing is as bad as this notebook, I apologize, I should be paying you to read it, because I'm gagging. And I'm the one who wrote it! So, anything that I may have said about the story...forget it, just...ignore it, I was being stupid and my writing was....just...disgusting. So, my solemn mood is over, I will now proceed to throw the notebook away and write it as I go, so anything I said about having chapters planned, now it's "What? What plans? I have no idea what you're talking about! Go away, weird person! You're scaring me!"
Thank you for reading, I apologize for any parts that may have hurt your eyes and I really apologize for taking so long to update, but the computer didn't like me, and now I'm updating two times in two days again, so I'm almost afraid because last time I did this my computer died! But if you could tell me if this is any better or worse than the last...any of this story, that would be great, because I'd really love to know, thanks!