AN: This is my first Gilmore girls fanfiction. I've written a lot of x-
files stuff before, and decided to give this a try. Please Read and Respond
and let me know whatcha think. Please warn me if I get too cheesy or my
characters seem out of character.
Disclaimer: If they were mine I wouldn't need to use fanfiction.net to write about them. Got it? I won't say it again.
*** "Hi mom, it's me."
"Hi me, it's mom. How is college life treating you?"
"Oh, you know. Same old same old. Study, eat, study, work, pass out for about an hour,"
"Well I'm glad to know you're taking good care of yourself."
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...
"Rory?"
"Yeah mom?"
"You're the one that called me, remember? This is the part where you say, 'I was just calling to tell you that I got married yesterday and you're going to be a grandma and I'm dropping out of college and see ya later bye,' or 'Mom I had check-up yesterday and I only have six months to live...'"
"Dropping out of college? You blasphemer!"
"Well it was the best I could come up with on such short notice. Now spill it. What's up?"
"Well I'm taking this creative and comparative writing course, and we had this assignment. I had to write three poems expressing some form of emotion."
"Oh, honey, I'm so sorry. Do you want me to come over and bring lots of ice cream and we can mourn the death of your dignity?"
"That would be nice, but that wasn't the whole assignment. Now we have to bring in three poems expressing strong emotion that someone else wrote. As in someone related to us."
"I think I see where you're going with this and the answer is no."
"But mom, the only relatives I have are grandma and grandpa, who I'm sure have never felt a single emotion in their lives, and dad who I never talk to, and the poems need to be word processed and I think my sister is a little young to use a computer yet, don't you? So that only leaves you."
"How much is this worth to you?"
"About one-quarter of my grade for this semester."
"What's in it for me?"
"How about if..."
"And mailing me a cutsie thank-you note doesn't cut it anymore, you know."
"How about if I come over this weekend to help you with it?"
"Rory? Coming over here? Oh, but it's been so long. I wonder if she'll recognize me."
"But mom, you have to have something on paper before I get there. Something to work with. Some notes, poem webs, a drawing of Jason hanging from a rope... That's a good start."
"A rope! Rory how vulgar. That is not how you were raised to think, young lady. Naughty ex-boyfriends get the guillotine. Period."
"Oh, so sorry. How could I ever have been so stupid. So, poems. Any thought?"
"Right...um...strong emotions...got it. How about this: I eat glue,"
"Mom..."
"I smell poo,"
"Mom..." a little louder.
"I watch kung-foo"
"Mom..." with a warning tone in her voice.
"and I hate you. The end. By Lorelai Gilmore."
"Oh, how sweet. And it even rhymed. You get a cookie. So that was a great...practice poem. Try thinking seriously. I have to go now, love you bye."
"Love you bye, kiddo." ***
Disclaimer: If they were mine I wouldn't need to use fanfiction.net to write about them. Got it? I won't say it again.
*** "Hi mom, it's me."
"Hi me, it's mom. How is college life treating you?"
"Oh, you know. Same old same old. Study, eat, study, work, pass out for about an hour,"
"Well I'm glad to know you're taking good care of yourself."
...
...
"Rory?"
"Yeah mom?"
"You're the one that called me, remember? This is the part where you say, 'I was just calling to tell you that I got married yesterday and you're going to be a grandma and I'm dropping out of college and see ya later bye,' or 'Mom I had check-up yesterday and I only have six months to live...'"
"Dropping out of college? You blasphemer!"
"Well it was the best I could come up with on such short notice. Now spill it. What's up?"
"Well I'm taking this creative and comparative writing course, and we had this assignment. I had to write three poems expressing some form of emotion."
"Oh, honey, I'm so sorry. Do you want me to come over and bring lots of ice cream and we can mourn the death of your dignity?"
"That would be nice, but that wasn't the whole assignment. Now we have to bring in three poems expressing strong emotion that someone else wrote. As in someone related to us."
"I think I see where you're going with this and the answer is no."
"But mom, the only relatives I have are grandma and grandpa, who I'm sure have never felt a single emotion in their lives, and dad who I never talk to, and the poems need to be word processed and I think my sister is a little young to use a computer yet, don't you? So that only leaves you."
"How much is this worth to you?"
"About one-quarter of my grade for this semester."
"What's in it for me?"
"How about if..."
"And mailing me a cutsie thank-you note doesn't cut it anymore, you know."
"How about if I come over this weekend to help you with it?"
"Rory? Coming over here? Oh, but it's been so long. I wonder if she'll recognize me."
"But mom, you have to have something on paper before I get there. Something to work with. Some notes, poem webs, a drawing of Jason hanging from a rope... That's a good start."
"A rope! Rory how vulgar. That is not how you were raised to think, young lady. Naughty ex-boyfriends get the guillotine. Period."
"Oh, so sorry. How could I ever have been so stupid. So, poems. Any thought?"
"Right...um...strong emotions...got it. How about this: I eat glue,"
"Mom..."
"I smell poo,"
"Mom..." a little louder.
"I watch kung-foo"
"Mom..." with a warning tone in her voice.
"and I hate you. The end. By Lorelai Gilmore."
"Oh, how sweet. And it even rhymed. You get a cookie. So that was a great...practice poem. Try thinking seriously. I have to go now, love you bye."
"Love you bye, kiddo." ***