Disclaimer: I own the look of shame on my face. I own my brain --you don't want that-- and I own a James Dean calendar. But if you want to sue someone make sure they at least have a Milo calendar. I don't own anything associated with the Gilmore Girls, and since Milo/Jess is a ratings tool I'm actually proud to say that. Sort of.
It's a bird, it's a plane, it's.... an update!?!?!
A/N: Wow, I suck. I seriously waited an eternity to update, didn't I? Well, I hated this story, but I've been babysitting a lot lately and I'm inspired. So to those of you who haven't forgotten about this story, I'm sorry. *look of shame* To those of you who just started reading: It got better, right?
Oh, and I had to borrow the idea from Let the Games Begin, because, I had to. But I did make it my own, so it's not copied right out of the transcript or anything. And I HAD my notebook to remind me when the plotlines were, but somehow my parents got their hands on it, and when that happens things tend to go away. Forever. So now I have to do this story like I'm coming up with it as I go, which means that I'm completely rewriting the first chapter so that it isn't so embarrassingly bad that new readers wouldn't... well, as it is now there should be no new readers. So I'm going to see what I can do. But if I have to continue to write this story it cannot suck that bad from the beginning. I mean, if I'm going to get yelled at for being cliche I want to at least make sure it's worth it. Not that I've gotten yelled at yet, but come on, it's inevietable that someone's going to say it. So, look for a new chapter one. Right now, because I'm not updating this until one is finished.
smile: Okay, it's really sweet that you like the story, but believe me, the notebook sucked! It worse than sucked! There aren't words for how bad it sucked....seriously, it's worse than the "I'm a little snowman" thing I wrote in first grade!!...lol, okay, I went off a little, but it's really, really bad! A new level of bad that nobody has ever seen before.*nods solemnly* But thank you, your review made me...not want to throw the story so far away that I'd never ever have to see it again *hugs you*
i love this story: Awww, *hugs you* I love that some people love this story! Thanky, you made me want to update sooner!
To people who don't want her pregnant: I'm very sorry *hands you candy* But behold! Cute Jess moments are soon to come!
To everyone: Thank you for the reviews! They make me feel guilty for not updating and then they make me want to update to get rid of the guilt and the outcome goes something like this......
***
Sunday at 2:45 we were getting a bag ready.
The doorbell rang.
"The Dream Team's here," Mom called out.
"I'm coming," I said, stuffing Atlas Shrugged in my bag and heading for the living room.
"Are you ready to go?"
"I am." I nodded.
"You have extra pants?"
"Yes."
"And an extra sweater?"
"Yes."
"And the Emily Gilmore Survival Kit that Mommy made you?"
"Complete with a picture of Shaun Cassidy, by the way, I still don't understand why I need that," I said.
"Understanding is not important in the Gilmore world, you simply wear pearls, smile and nod."
"Right, I forgot."
And you have the rain boots?" she asked.
I stared at her, "I'm sorry, what?"
"Just kidding. You're ready."
All the way there Grandpa told us stories about when he was in college, Mom made off-color jokes and Grandma rolled her eyes.
When we got to Yale Grandpa stopped us and told me that the Dean of Admissions was a friend of his and he said he could squeeze me in.
"Squeeze me in for what?" I replied.
"Yeah, I don't think Jess wants anyone else squeezing you," Mom whispered.
I turned red and shot her a look.
"For an interview," Grandpa said.
All of a sudden Mom was in no joking mood. But before she could say anything the door opened.
"Martin, hello," Grandpa greeted the man.
"Hello Richard," the man replied with a smile.
"This is my granddaughter, Rory Gilmore."
"So nice to finally meet you, your grandfather tells me wonderful things about you."
I smiled uneasily. Great. Just great.
*
We walked out of the dean's office.
"Well, Richard, I'm afraid you were too modest," the dean smiled.
Grandpa smiled proudly, "I told you she would astound you."
"And she has," the dean nodded.
Grandpa and the dean talked for a couple minutes and mom silently steamed. Finally the dean went back in his office.
"I see it went well," Grandpa said.
"Why did you do that?" I asked.
"Excuse me?" he asked.
"Why did you neglect to tell me that I had an appointment with the Dean of Admissions?"
"This was a very important opportunity, Rory."
"I know that, and if you would have told me about it I could've prepared. I was not prepared at all. I could barely remember my name. When he asked what I wanted to major in I just sat there blankly. I didn't have my transcripts or my letters of recommendation, I was completely unprepared for this."
"Well you seemed to impress him without those things."
"But I wanted to have those things. If you would've just told me I would've been prepared, I would've had note cards that I would've been reading all the way here, I wouldn't have worn this outfit," I ranted.
"Your mother never would've let you come to this appointment if I had told you."
"Yes, she would've. And this has nothing to do with her," I said. "I would've taken the appointment just because you asked me to."
"Rory, the cab's here," Mom said, walking toward the exit.
I looked and Grandpa one last time then turned to walk toward Mom.
We ducked into the cab and sighed simultaneously.
"I was right," she said.
"You were right." I nodded.
**
"Okay, the good news is we're back in Stars Hollow..." Mom started.
"The bad news is the tacos made me sick and we spent my college tuition on the cab. I know."
"But on the upside we get coffee. Or, I get coffee."
"Rub it in my face, why don't you," I mumbled.
"I get coffee and you don't, because I was a good girl," she teased in a sing song voice.
"Well, there's a first time for everything."
Mom gasped, pretending to be insulted. "And after I bore you and raised you and clothed you and fed you!"
"Uh huh, go in the door," I said as I held it open.
"All the nights I sat by your bedside because you had a bad dream. All the times that I-"
"Ask the nice man for coffee," I said.
"Lucas, please bring me coffee, it's the only thing that will make me feel better."
"What's wrong with you?" he asked, ignoring the "Lucas."
"My own daughter has betrayed me," she stated with a dramatic bow of her head.
"Oh, what did she do now?"
"Besides leaving me alone and in the cold to make out with your nephew?"
"Yes, besides that," he said, rolling his eyes.
"She accused me of not being good."
"Uh huh?"
"That's it. She accused me of not being good."
"Oh," he rolled his eyes. "And here I thought she told you she was done with coffee altogether."
Mom gasped. "Don't even joke like that!"
"It would be a miracle, but you never know. Rory, you want something?"
"Milk."
"I do so know," Mom insisted. "She may be cutting back, but she would never give it up completely."
"Yeah, she's right Luke. I am my mother's daughter," I reminded him.
With that I caught Mom's glance land on Jess. This was the first time she'd seen him since we decided that I could be pregnant. I was actually very impressed that she didn't simply leap over to him and strangle him.
"Hey," he greeted, leaning in to give me a quick kiss.
"Hey Jess," Mom greeted much more civil than I had expected.
"Hi," he replied, also surprised.
"How are you today?"
"Fine. You?"
"Peachy."
"Good."
"Yes, very good," I butted in. "We went to Yale, though."
"Ah, how'd that go?"
"Hm, well, it didn't quite reach the boiling point, but it could've gone better."
"Want a cup of coffee to make it better?" he offered.
"No she doesn't," Mom said, sticking her tongue out at me and then taking a nice long sip of her own and following it up with, "Mm, yum, that's good coffee."
I glared at her, amusing her more. I decided to return the spite by pulling Jess across the counter for a deep kiss, then I looked back at her. "Mm, I don't need coffee. That was pretty good."
She made a face. "That's disgusting."
I smiled and took a sip of the milk Luke sat down in front of me. "And this builds strong bones."
"Oh, well, when you put it that way," she said, taking another sip of her coffee.
When I knew she wasn't looking I made a face at the milk and looked longingly at Mom's coffee cup. Then with a pout I went back to my milk.
**
A week later Paris brought the test and I thanked her. A lot.
"I cannot thank you enough Paris," I said for what was probably the fifth time in ten minutes.
"I said it was fine," she replied, annoyed.
"I know, but you don't understand, in Stars Hollow they know when you have a headache, because someone from the watch post at Doose's alerts the whole town that you bought aspirin. This is.. they would've all known in less than 20 seconds."
"Well, they won't now."
"Thank you."
"Gilmore, if I hear you say thank you one more time I'm taking it back." She finally stopped abruptly.
"Sorry."
"You've said that fifty times too."
"Well...Estoy apesadumbrado."
She grumbled. "Fine. Are you going to take one or what?"
"Oh... um, I don't know. I should wait."
"Okay."
"Or should I take one now? I mean, there are two in the package."
"It's up to you."
"I should wait."
"Fine."
"But if I... No, because if I take it now and ...it's ... then I won't be able to focus for the rest of the day and I won't be able to take my notes."
"Then wait until you get home."
"But we're going to see my grandparents tonight and if I take it then I won't be able to act normal."
"Then just wait nine months and if you start getting pains and a huge belly, assume the worst."
"Sarcasm isn't helpful."
"You're procrastinating. Procastinators bug me."
"I'm going to wait," I decided.
"Fine. Wait."
"I'll take it tomorrow though, no reasons I can't do it tomorrow, none at all."
"That's great, you coming to class?"
"Oh, right." I put the test in my locker, shut it and followed Paris to class.
**
I walked in the house and put my bookbag in my room. I pulled out one of my binders, ready to study when Mom came bouncing in.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
I dropped my book and jumped. "What are you doing home?"
"Oh, right, I forgot to tell you, Michel is schmoozing at the moment because he wants to go to a function Mom's having and he's covering these crazy seople from a nearby squirrel freaks chapter. They all wear tails."
"You're kidding?"
"About the tails, but the rest is true. Anyway, I was thinking we could grab a movie tonight and order take-out, maybe spaghetti, something with pasta, anyhow, just stay in, just us girls."
"We can't, we have Friday night dinner."
"Oh, I'm sick. I have Pastalicfibrosis. So we can't go to dinner tonight," she said mock sadly.
"Pasta... what?"
"I want pasta; I don't want to go to Friday night dinner. Stay with me."
"I'm trying."
"Aw, short attention span," she said patting me on the head.
"We have to go to Friday night dinner."
"Why?"
"Because..."
"Because why? We are mad at Dad, we don't have to go."
"But ... I was supposed to go to dinner tonight and that's why... I just want to go. It's not Grandma's fault."
Mom smiled a little. "Why do you really want to go?"
I sighed. "Paris brought two tests today."
"Oh," she said, turning serious.
"Yeah." I looked at my hands.
"Well... Let's do it now."
"What?"
"You said she brought two, take one now, one in the morning, just so we have an estimate of what it's going to say."
"Um, but what if we get the wrong reading tonight?"
"Then we take the other one tomorrow. Come on, come on, come on, I want to find out."
I sighed. "I don't," I mumbled, pulling the package out of my bag.
"You do, you're just nervous."
"Very nervous."
She smiled reassuringly. "You'll be fine. But no amount of procrastinating will change the result of that test."
"I know."
**
We stood by the sink three minutes later, just staring at the stick like idiots.
"It said three minutes, didn't it?"
"It did. What are you thinking?"
"Remember that scene in Alien when that thing busts out of the guy's stomach, and he dies?"
"Ew, yes."
"It won't leave my brain."
"Um, okay."
"Is it done yet? It doesn't say that I'm not pregnant yet."
"Oh, she bought the kind that only tells you that? Good idea. But this one must be defective because I see two lines."
"Maybe ... it needs another minute for it to go away?"
"Why would it show up for 20 seconds just to leave?"
"It's mean."
"Nope." She sighed softly.
We waited another minute and it still didn't change.
"Maybe it was supposed to be two minutes," I suggested. "Maybe we waited too long," I said, grabbing the box to read again.
"No." Mom took the box out of my hands. "Thank you. No. It says pregnant."
"But ..it's not morning, and you can't get the most accurate result until morning."
"It says you can take it anytime."
"That would mean..."
"Mommy." She nodded.
I collapsed down on the toilet and put my head in my hands. "Jess is going to kill me."
"No he won't, he'll be too glad I didn't kill him."
"You're not going to kill him?"
"No." She missed a beat. "Luke is," she said before I could be relieved.
I sighed. "Probably."
She looked at the stick again and then back to my stomach. We were both silent for a minute, an odd thing in the Gilmore house. Neither of us really knew what to say. I was lost in thought and she was just letting me have my space.
Finally I stood up and looked at the test again. It would never change. A single tear slid down my face and Mom saw, quickly embracing me in a hug.
"It'll be all right," she assured me, kissing me on top of the head and then pulling me back into her arms.
***
A/N: Aw, I hate to leave off on that note, it seemed kind of sad. Oh well, review and you'll get more! If you want more. If you don't, tell me that too. *Goes to prepares for the reviews and comes back clanking and moving the helmet* Okay, PLEASE REVIEW! Hope you enjoyed it!
It's a bird, it's a plane, it's.... an update!?!?!
A/N: Wow, I suck. I seriously waited an eternity to update, didn't I? Well, I hated this story, but I've been babysitting a lot lately and I'm inspired. So to those of you who haven't forgotten about this story, I'm sorry. *look of shame* To those of you who just started reading: It got better, right?
Oh, and I had to borrow the idea from Let the Games Begin, because, I had to. But I did make it my own, so it's not copied right out of the transcript or anything. And I HAD my notebook to remind me when the plotlines were, but somehow my parents got their hands on it, and when that happens things tend to go away. Forever. So now I have to do this story like I'm coming up with it as I go, which means that I'm completely rewriting the first chapter so that it isn't so embarrassingly bad that new readers wouldn't... well, as it is now there should be no new readers. So I'm going to see what I can do. But if I have to continue to write this story it cannot suck that bad from the beginning. I mean, if I'm going to get yelled at for being cliche I want to at least make sure it's worth it. Not that I've gotten yelled at yet, but come on, it's inevietable that someone's going to say it. So, look for a new chapter one. Right now, because I'm not updating this until one is finished.
smile: Okay, it's really sweet that you like the story, but believe me, the notebook sucked! It worse than sucked! There aren't words for how bad it sucked....seriously, it's worse than the "I'm a little snowman" thing I wrote in first grade!!...lol, okay, I went off a little, but it's really, really bad! A new level of bad that nobody has ever seen before.*nods solemnly* But thank you, your review made me...not want to throw the story so far away that I'd never ever have to see it again *hugs you*
i love this story: Awww, *hugs you* I love that some people love this story! Thanky, you made me want to update sooner!
To people who don't want her pregnant: I'm very sorry *hands you candy* But behold! Cute Jess moments are soon to come!
To everyone: Thank you for the reviews! They make me feel guilty for not updating and then they make me want to update to get rid of the guilt and the outcome goes something like this......
***
Sunday at 2:45 we were getting a bag ready.
The doorbell rang.
"The Dream Team's here," Mom called out.
"I'm coming," I said, stuffing Atlas Shrugged in my bag and heading for the living room.
"Are you ready to go?"
"I am." I nodded.
"You have extra pants?"
"Yes."
"And an extra sweater?"
"Yes."
"And the Emily Gilmore Survival Kit that Mommy made you?"
"Complete with a picture of Shaun Cassidy, by the way, I still don't understand why I need that," I said.
"Understanding is not important in the Gilmore world, you simply wear pearls, smile and nod."
"Right, I forgot."
And you have the rain boots?" she asked.
I stared at her, "I'm sorry, what?"
"Just kidding. You're ready."
All the way there Grandpa told us stories about when he was in college, Mom made off-color jokes and Grandma rolled her eyes.
When we got to Yale Grandpa stopped us and told me that the Dean of Admissions was a friend of his and he said he could squeeze me in.
"Squeeze me in for what?" I replied.
"Yeah, I don't think Jess wants anyone else squeezing you," Mom whispered.
I turned red and shot her a look.
"For an interview," Grandpa said.
All of a sudden Mom was in no joking mood. But before she could say anything the door opened.
"Martin, hello," Grandpa greeted the man.
"Hello Richard," the man replied with a smile.
"This is my granddaughter, Rory Gilmore."
"So nice to finally meet you, your grandfather tells me wonderful things about you."
I smiled uneasily. Great. Just great.
*
We walked out of the dean's office.
"Well, Richard, I'm afraid you were too modest," the dean smiled.
Grandpa smiled proudly, "I told you she would astound you."
"And she has," the dean nodded.
Grandpa and the dean talked for a couple minutes and mom silently steamed. Finally the dean went back in his office.
"I see it went well," Grandpa said.
"Why did you do that?" I asked.
"Excuse me?" he asked.
"Why did you neglect to tell me that I had an appointment with the Dean of Admissions?"
"This was a very important opportunity, Rory."
"I know that, and if you would have told me about it I could've prepared. I was not prepared at all. I could barely remember my name. When he asked what I wanted to major in I just sat there blankly. I didn't have my transcripts or my letters of recommendation, I was completely unprepared for this."
"Well you seemed to impress him without those things."
"But I wanted to have those things. If you would've just told me I would've been prepared, I would've had note cards that I would've been reading all the way here, I wouldn't have worn this outfit," I ranted.
"Your mother never would've let you come to this appointment if I had told you."
"Yes, she would've. And this has nothing to do with her," I said. "I would've taken the appointment just because you asked me to."
"Rory, the cab's here," Mom said, walking toward the exit.
I looked and Grandpa one last time then turned to walk toward Mom.
We ducked into the cab and sighed simultaneously.
"I was right," she said.
"You were right." I nodded.
**
"Okay, the good news is we're back in Stars Hollow..." Mom started.
"The bad news is the tacos made me sick and we spent my college tuition on the cab. I know."
"But on the upside we get coffee. Or, I get coffee."
"Rub it in my face, why don't you," I mumbled.
"I get coffee and you don't, because I was a good girl," she teased in a sing song voice.
"Well, there's a first time for everything."
Mom gasped, pretending to be insulted. "And after I bore you and raised you and clothed you and fed you!"
"Uh huh, go in the door," I said as I held it open.
"All the nights I sat by your bedside because you had a bad dream. All the times that I-"
"Ask the nice man for coffee," I said.
"Lucas, please bring me coffee, it's the only thing that will make me feel better."
"What's wrong with you?" he asked, ignoring the "Lucas."
"My own daughter has betrayed me," she stated with a dramatic bow of her head.
"Oh, what did she do now?"
"Besides leaving me alone and in the cold to make out with your nephew?"
"Yes, besides that," he said, rolling his eyes.
"She accused me of not being good."
"Uh huh?"
"That's it. She accused me of not being good."
"Oh," he rolled his eyes. "And here I thought she told you she was done with coffee altogether."
Mom gasped. "Don't even joke like that!"
"It would be a miracle, but you never know. Rory, you want something?"
"Milk."
"I do so know," Mom insisted. "She may be cutting back, but she would never give it up completely."
"Yeah, she's right Luke. I am my mother's daughter," I reminded him.
With that I caught Mom's glance land on Jess. This was the first time she'd seen him since we decided that I could be pregnant. I was actually very impressed that she didn't simply leap over to him and strangle him.
"Hey," he greeted, leaning in to give me a quick kiss.
"Hey Jess," Mom greeted much more civil than I had expected.
"Hi," he replied, also surprised.
"How are you today?"
"Fine. You?"
"Peachy."
"Good."
"Yes, very good," I butted in. "We went to Yale, though."
"Ah, how'd that go?"
"Hm, well, it didn't quite reach the boiling point, but it could've gone better."
"Want a cup of coffee to make it better?" he offered.
"No she doesn't," Mom said, sticking her tongue out at me and then taking a nice long sip of her own and following it up with, "Mm, yum, that's good coffee."
I glared at her, amusing her more. I decided to return the spite by pulling Jess across the counter for a deep kiss, then I looked back at her. "Mm, I don't need coffee. That was pretty good."
She made a face. "That's disgusting."
I smiled and took a sip of the milk Luke sat down in front of me. "And this builds strong bones."
"Oh, well, when you put it that way," she said, taking another sip of her coffee.
When I knew she wasn't looking I made a face at the milk and looked longingly at Mom's coffee cup. Then with a pout I went back to my milk.
**
A week later Paris brought the test and I thanked her. A lot.
"I cannot thank you enough Paris," I said for what was probably the fifth time in ten minutes.
"I said it was fine," she replied, annoyed.
"I know, but you don't understand, in Stars Hollow they know when you have a headache, because someone from the watch post at Doose's alerts the whole town that you bought aspirin. This is.. they would've all known in less than 20 seconds."
"Well, they won't now."
"Thank you."
"Gilmore, if I hear you say thank you one more time I'm taking it back." She finally stopped abruptly.
"Sorry."
"You've said that fifty times too."
"Well...Estoy apesadumbrado."
She grumbled. "Fine. Are you going to take one or what?"
"Oh... um, I don't know. I should wait."
"Okay."
"Or should I take one now? I mean, there are two in the package."
"It's up to you."
"I should wait."
"Fine."
"But if I... No, because if I take it now and ...it's ... then I won't be able to focus for the rest of the day and I won't be able to take my notes."
"Then wait until you get home."
"But we're going to see my grandparents tonight and if I take it then I won't be able to act normal."
"Then just wait nine months and if you start getting pains and a huge belly, assume the worst."
"Sarcasm isn't helpful."
"You're procrastinating. Procastinators bug me."
"I'm going to wait," I decided.
"Fine. Wait."
"I'll take it tomorrow though, no reasons I can't do it tomorrow, none at all."
"That's great, you coming to class?"
"Oh, right." I put the test in my locker, shut it and followed Paris to class.
**
I walked in the house and put my bookbag in my room. I pulled out one of my binders, ready to study when Mom came bouncing in.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
I dropped my book and jumped. "What are you doing home?"
"Oh, right, I forgot to tell you, Michel is schmoozing at the moment because he wants to go to a function Mom's having and he's covering these crazy seople from a nearby squirrel freaks chapter. They all wear tails."
"You're kidding?"
"About the tails, but the rest is true. Anyway, I was thinking we could grab a movie tonight and order take-out, maybe spaghetti, something with pasta, anyhow, just stay in, just us girls."
"We can't, we have Friday night dinner."
"Oh, I'm sick. I have Pastalicfibrosis. So we can't go to dinner tonight," she said mock sadly.
"Pasta... what?"
"I want pasta; I don't want to go to Friday night dinner. Stay with me."
"I'm trying."
"Aw, short attention span," she said patting me on the head.
"We have to go to Friday night dinner."
"Why?"
"Because..."
"Because why? We are mad at Dad, we don't have to go."
"But ... I was supposed to go to dinner tonight and that's why... I just want to go. It's not Grandma's fault."
Mom smiled a little. "Why do you really want to go?"
I sighed. "Paris brought two tests today."
"Oh," she said, turning serious.
"Yeah." I looked at my hands.
"Well... Let's do it now."
"What?"
"You said she brought two, take one now, one in the morning, just so we have an estimate of what it's going to say."
"Um, but what if we get the wrong reading tonight?"
"Then we take the other one tomorrow. Come on, come on, come on, I want to find out."
I sighed. "I don't," I mumbled, pulling the package out of my bag.
"You do, you're just nervous."
"Very nervous."
She smiled reassuringly. "You'll be fine. But no amount of procrastinating will change the result of that test."
"I know."
**
We stood by the sink three minutes later, just staring at the stick like idiots.
"It said three minutes, didn't it?"
"It did. What are you thinking?"
"Remember that scene in Alien when that thing busts out of the guy's stomach, and he dies?"
"Ew, yes."
"It won't leave my brain."
"Um, okay."
"Is it done yet? It doesn't say that I'm not pregnant yet."
"Oh, she bought the kind that only tells you that? Good idea. But this one must be defective because I see two lines."
"Maybe ... it needs another minute for it to go away?"
"Why would it show up for 20 seconds just to leave?"
"It's mean."
"Nope." She sighed softly.
We waited another minute and it still didn't change.
"Maybe it was supposed to be two minutes," I suggested. "Maybe we waited too long," I said, grabbing the box to read again.
"No." Mom took the box out of my hands. "Thank you. No. It says pregnant."
"But ..it's not morning, and you can't get the most accurate result until morning."
"It says you can take it anytime."
"That would mean..."
"Mommy." She nodded.
I collapsed down on the toilet and put my head in my hands. "Jess is going to kill me."
"No he won't, he'll be too glad I didn't kill him."
"You're not going to kill him?"
"No." She missed a beat. "Luke is," she said before I could be relieved.
I sighed. "Probably."
She looked at the stick again and then back to my stomach. We were both silent for a minute, an odd thing in the Gilmore house. Neither of us really knew what to say. I was lost in thought and she was just letting me have my space.
Finally I stood up and looked at the test again. It would never change. A single tear slid down my face and Mom saw, quickly embracing me in a hug.
"It'll be all right," she assured me, kissing me on top of the head and then pulling me back into her arms.
***
A/N: Aw, I hate to leave off on that note, it seemed kind of sad. Oh well, review and you'll get more! If you want more. If you don't, tell me that too. *Goes to prepares for the reviews and comes back clanking and moving the helmet* Okay, PLEASE REVIEW! Hope you enjoyed it!