"Mom! I'm ready!" Rory called, hurling a duffle bag filled with books into
the car's trunk.
"Okay, wait! I've just...gotta...get...this...suitcase...closed," Lorelai said, making grunting noises. Rory ran back into the house to see her mother sitting on top of an overflowing suitcase of shoes. "Help! I can't close it," she complained.
"Mom, you've gotta downsize," Rory said.
"Says the girl with three copies of a dictionary in her suitcase," Lorelai retorted.
"I like to have backups," Rory said sensitively.
"For what? A burglar preparing for a spelling bee?"
"Fine, grab another bag, a SMALL one," Rory said, and Lorelai ran up the stairs. Once they were packed, the girls jumped into Lorelai's jeep and drove to New York. They were going to take a two-week vacation at a small bed and breakfast.
"No! The shipment has to be there tomorrow, Barry. We need the steaks for a dinner party on Wednesday," Lorelai argued, pulling the jeep into a parking space. "I mean it, Barry. Don't let me down. We're depending on you...Thank you. I appreciate it. Buh-bye." Lorelai hung up her phone and looked at Rory. "I'm sorry, hun. I've gotta make another call. Would you do me a favor and check us in?" she asked, handing Rory her credit card. "You're my best daughter." She started punching numbers into her cell and turned away from Rory. Rory walked up the steps of the quaint little bed and breakfast. It was a large white house with green shutters, and a white picket fence surrounded it. However, it looked very out of place in the middle of the bustling city of skyscrapers. Rory took a deep breath and knocked on the front door, wondering if she should enter. A short, slightly plump woman with fire red hair opened the door.
"Oh, hello there," she greeted Rory, her voice rich with an Irish accent. "Please come in."
"Thank you," Rory said, stepping inside. The room smelled of cinnamon, which Rory thought was utterly relaxing, and was decorated just as quaint as the outside. Rory and her mother had always hated B and Bs but this one just seemed different, magical. Besides that, there were no ruffles, flowers, or crazy women obsessed with cats and insane games for the guests. It looked like Rory and her mother would actually be able to leave their room for supper this time. No fuzzy certs necessary.
"So you're Miss Gilmore?" asked the friendly Irish woman, jolting Rory from her thoughts.
"Rory," Rory said, extending her hand. "My mother, Lorelai, is on her way in."
"Lovely to meet you, Rory. I'm Mrs. McClintock. Let me get you checked in. I gave you and your mother our adjoining rooms but if you decide you want one together, just let me know. Your room is upstairs, end of the hallway. I can have one of my boys bring your things up if you and your mother would like to go around the city," the lady continued. "I'm so glad you've come."
"It's nice to meet you. Our car is the jeep, just so you know, and I think I will go around the city for a while. Thanks," Rory said.
"No problem, darling. Goodbye." Rory walked out the door, signaled to her mother that she was going on a walk, and began walking leisurely down the street. She noticed several small shops and one bookstore in particular caught her eye. She went inside and began to browse the shelves for a vacation-reading book.
"Are you lost or is this just your new favorite hangout?" a boy with shaggy blonde hair and gorgeous blue eyes asked Rory sarcastically.
"Excuse me?"
"You've been here an hour. I figured anyone that sat in a tiny bookstore for an hour must be lost," the boy continues. He had a familiar annoyance about him, and Rory instantly disliked him.
"Aren't you supposed to ask how you can help me? Oh, sorry, that would be a helpful clerk, and it would also imply that you read," Rory retorted.
"Hey, I read," the boy answered defensively. "Probably more than you. I go to Harvard, not that it's any of your community college business."
"Well, I go to Yale!" Rory shouted, then was instantly embarrassed. She looked down and crossed her arms. "Could I please look for a book now?"
"Hey, whatever. It's none of my business," the boy said, putting his hands up and backing off. Rory sighed in relief and picked up Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte, an old favorite. She already owned the book but this copy was hard cover and hers was soft so she decided to buy it anyway. She headed to the cash register.
"Wow, you made a decision. Good job," the boy mocked.
"Okay, what is your problem? Do you hate your job or just enjoy bugging the crap out of people?" Rory asked, annoyed.
"That'll be $10.24," the boy ignored her. He had no nametag so Rory couldn't report him, so she handed him her money and walked out with her book, but not before he added a "have a nice day." Rory rolled her eyes. Some guys were just plain aggravating. She discovered a part not far from the bookstore and sat down on a bench to read.
"Mary!" someone called from behind her. It wasn't until he was standing in front of Rory that she figured out he was talking to her.
"Mary?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Means you're uptight, babe. For a Yale girl, you really down know much," the guy said.
"I'm not uptight. I just like books, and I was looking at the selection since I've never been to the store before," Rory said frustrated. "Wait! Why are you here? If I'm such a dumb, uptight person, why'd you follow me?" The guy stared at Rory for a minute, as if he was going to say something but decided against it.
"You forgot your change," the guy said, dropped 76 cents into her hand and walked away. Rory sighed and went back to her book.
"But I don't know what to do. I mean, she bluntly told me no. She doesn't love me. But I can't accept it. I love her." Rory slammed down her book. Why couldn't she get through one page without someone breaking her concentration?!
"Dude, as your friend, I'm telling you, you've gotta move on. She doesn't want you."
"Jess?" Rory suddenly realized. "Oh no!" She sunk down in her bench and put the book up to her face.
"I know that. But I don't think I CAN get over her," Jess said. "Rory's the best thing that ever happened to me."
"Well, hey, I'm going to the club tonight. We could get a few drinks, meet some hot chicks. It will be awesome," the friend suggested.
"Nah, I'm not really interested but you can go. I've got some reading to catch up on anyway," Jess said.
"Alright, man. If you change your mind, you know where I'll be- between a whole buncha hot girls." Rory rolled her eyes. The friend walked away.
"Nice to see how great of friends he has," she thought. She heard Jess walk over to a bench and panicked, wondering how she could sneak away without being noticed. Rory kept her book in front of her face. She started walking away quickly.
"Rory?" she heard Jess whisper. She kept walking, increasing her speed to get away quicker. She rounded a corner and burst into a sprint. She reached her room in record time at the B and B. All of her suitcases had been brought in so she began to unpack.
"Rory?" Lorelai asked, knocking on her door. "Are you in there?"
"Yeah, come in." Lorelai opened the door.
"I'm glad you're back. I've been waiting to talk to you," Lorelai said, plopping on Rory's bed.
"About what?" Rory asked.
"Oh, just life. We haven't been communicating much lately."
"Mom, I know what you're trying to find out, and no, Dean is out of the picture. Lindsey got pregnant with someone else's baby so Dean's not sure what's going on."
"No way. Someone else's baby?" Lorelai asked. "I need popcorn."
"Mom! This is serious."
"So am I!" Lorelai insisted. "Whenever someone tells an interesting story, popcorn should be there. It's a law or something."
"Okay well, get some cuz I have something else to tell you," Rory said. Lorelai leaned in. "I saw Jess."
"You saw Jess?" Lorelai asked. Rory nodded.
"With a friend of his." Lorelai's eyes opened wide.
"Well, what did he say?"
"Nothing," Rory answered. "He didn't see me. He was talking about me though. He said he still loved me and then his friend invited him to go get drunk with him, and Jess said no," Rory said, her eyes sparkling. "Oh, and there was this horrible guy at a bookstore I went to. He called me Mary and said I was uptight."
"Mary?" Lorelai repeated, something sticking in her memory, although she couldn't remember what. "I haven't heard that in a long time."
"Yeah, he was so aggravating, Mom! He didn't want to let me buy my book," Rory complained.
"He probably liked you," Lorelai suggested.
"Whatever. Let's go get some food. I'm starving," Rory said, shrugging off the long, confusing day she'd had. Little did she know, the day was going to take yet another turn.
I hope this chapter's length was better for you all. Please please review! I love it! Any suggestions?
"Okay, wait! I've just...gotta...get...this...suitcase...closed," Lorelai said, making grunting noises. Rory ran back into the house to see her mother sitting on top of an overflowing suitcase of shoes. "Help! I can't close it," she complained.
"Mom, you've gotta downsize," Rory said.
"Says the girl with three copies of a dictionary in her suitcase," Lorelai retorted.
"I like to have backups," Rory said sensitively.
"For what? A burglar preparing for a spelling bee?"
"Fine, grab another bag, a SMALL one," Rory said, and Lorelai ran up the stairs. Once they were packed, the girls jumped into Lorelai's jeep and drove to New York. They were going to take a two-week vacation at a small bed and breakfast.
"No! The shipment has to be there tomorrow, Barry. We need the steaks for a dinner party on Wednesday," Lorelai argued, pulling the jeep into a parking space. "I mean it, Barry. Don't let me down. We're depending on you...Thank you. I appreciate it. Buh-bye." Lorelai hung up her phone and looked at Rory. "I'm sorry, hun. I've gotta make another call. Would you do me a favor and check us in?" she asked, handing Rory her credit card. "You're my best daughter." She started punching numbers into her cell and turned away from Rory. Rory walked up the steps of the quaint little bed and breakfast. It was a large white house with green shutters, and a white picket fence surrounded it. However, it looked very out of place in the middle of the bustling city of skyscrapers. Rory took a deep breath and knocked on the front door, wondering if she should enter. A short, slightly plump woman with fire red hair opened the door.
"Oh, hello there," she greeted Rory, her voice rich with an Irish accent. "Please come in."
"Thank you," Rory said, stepping inside. The room smelled of cinnamon, which Rory thought was utterly relaxing, and was decorated just as quaint as the outside. Rory and her mother had always hated B and Bs but this one just seemed different, magical. Besides that, there were no ruffles, flowers, or crazy women obsessed with cats and insane games for the guests. It looked like Rory and her mother would actually be able to leave their room for supper this time. No fuzzy certs necessary.
"So you're Miss Gilmore?" asked the friendly Irish woman, jolting Rory from her thoughts.
"Rory," Rory said, extending her hand. "My mother, Lorelai, is on her way in."
"Lovely to meet you, Rory. I'm Mrs. McClintock. Let me get you checked in. I gave you and your mother our adjoining rooms but if you decide you want one together, just let me know. Your room is upstairs, end of the hallway. I can have one of my boys bring your things up if you and your mother would like to go around the city," the lady continued. "I'm so glad you've come."
"It's nice to meet you. Our car is the jeep, just so you know, and I think I will go around the city for a while. Thanks," Rory said.
"No problem, darling. Goodbye." Rory walked out the door, signaled to her mother that she was going on a walk, and began walking leisurely down the street. She noticed several small shops and one bookstore in particular caught her eye. She went inside and began to browse the shelves for a vacation-reading book.
"Are you lost or is this just your new favorite hangout?" a boy with shaggy blonde hair and gorgeous blue eyes asked Rory sarcastically.
"Excuse me?"
"You've been here an hour. I figured anyone that sat in a tiny bookstore for an hour must be lost," the boy continues. He had a familiar annoyance about him, and Rory instantly disliked him.
"Aren't you supposed to ask how you can help me? Oh, sorry, that would be a helpful clerk, and it would also imply that you read," Rory retorted.
"Hey, I read," the boy answered defensively. "Probably more than you. I go to Harvard, not that it's any of your community college business."
"Well, I go to Yale!" Rory shouted, then was instantly embarrassed. She looked down and crossed her arms. "Could I please look for a book now?"
"Hey, whatever. It's none of my business," the boy said, putting his hands up and backing off. Rory sighed in relief and picked up Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte, an old favorite. She already owned the book but this copy was hard cover and hers was soft so she decided to buy it anyway. She headed to the cash register.
"Wow, you made a decision. Good job," the boy mocked.
"Okay, what is your problem? Do you hate your job or just enjoy bugging the crap out of people?" Rory asked, annoyed.
"That'll be $10.24," the boy ignored her. He had no nametag so Rory couldn't report him, so she handed him her money and walked out with her book, but not before he added a "have a nice day." Rory rolled her eyes. Some guys were just plain aggravating. She discovered a part not far from the bookstore and sat down on a bench to read.
"Mary!" someone called from behind her. It wasn't until he was standing in front of Rory that she figured out he was talking to her.
"Mary?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Means you're uptight, babe. For a Yale girl, you really down know much," the guy said.
"I'm not uptight. I just like books, and I was looking at the selection since I've never been to the store before," Rory said frustrated. "Wait! Why are you here? If I'm such a dumb, uptight person, why'd you follow me?" The guy stared at Rory for a minute, as if he was going to say something but decided against it.
"You forgot your change," the guy said, dropped 76 cents into her hand and walked away. Rory sighed and went back to her book.
"But I don't know what to do. I mean, she bluntly told me no. She doesn't love me. But I can't accept it. I love her." Rory slammed down her book. Why couldn't she get through one page without someone breaking her concentration?!
"Dude, as your friend, I'm telling you, you've gotta move on. She doesn't want you."
"Jess?" Rory suddenly realized. "Oh no!" She sunk down in her bench and put the book up to her face.
"I know that. But I don't think I CAN get over her," Jess said. "Rory's the best thing that ever happened to me."
"Well, hey, I'm going to the club tonight. We could get a few drinks, meet some hot chicks. It will be awesome," the friend suggested.
"Nah, I'm not really interested but you can go. I've got some reading to catch up on anyway," Jess said.
"Alright, man. If you change your mind, you know where I'll be- between a whole buncha hot girls." Rory rolled her eyes. The friend walked away.
"Nice to see how great of friends he has," she thought. She heard Jess walk over to a bench and panicked, wondering how she could sneak away without being noticed. Rory kept her book in front of her face. She started walking away quickly.
"Rory?" she heard Jess whisper. She kept walking, increasing her speed to get away quicker. She rounded a corner and burst into a sprint. She reached her room in record time at the B and B. All of her suitcases had been brought in so she began to unpack.
"Rory?" Lorelai asked, knocking on her door. "Are you in there?"
"Yeah, come in." Lorelai opened the door.
"I'm glad you're back. I've been waiting to talk to you," Lorelai said, plopping on Rory's bed.
"About what?" Rory asked.
"Oh, just life. We haven't been communicating much lately."
"Mom, I know what you're trying to find out, and no, Dean is out of the picture. Lindsey got pregnant with someone else's baby so Dean's not sure what's going on."
"No way. Someone else's baby?" Lorelai asked. "I need popcorn."
"Mom! This is serious."
"So am I!" Lorelai insisted. "Whenever someone tells an interesting story, popcorn should be there. It's a law or something."
"Okay well, get some cuz I have something else to tell you," Rory said. Lorelai leaned in. "I saw Jess."
"You saw Jess?" Lorelai asked. Rory nodded.
"With a friend of his." Lorelai's eyes opened wide.
"Well, what did he say?"
"Nothing," Rory answered. "He didn't see me. He was talking about me though. He said he still loved me and then his friend invited him to go get drunk with him, and Jess said no," Rory said, her eyes sparkling. "Oh, and there was this horrible guy at a bookstore I went to. He called me Mary and said I was uptight."
"Mary?" Lorelai repeated, something sticking in her memory, although she couldn't remember what. "I haven't heard that in a long time."
"Yeah, he was so aggravating, Mom! He didn't want to let me buy my book," Rory complained.
"He probably liked you," Lorelai suggested.
"Whatever. Let's go get some food. I'm starving," Rory said, shrugging off the long, confusing day she'd had. Little did she know, the day was going to take yet another turn.
I hope this chapter's length was better for you all. Please please review! I love it! Any suggestions?