Author's Note: This is my VERY first fanfiction, so any and all reviews (even mean ones) are welcome because I basically have no idea what I'm doing. I'm also have only a vague idea of how this is going to end, so and ideas for that would also be appreciated. ALSO, despite this is set right after where the last season left off I'm completely ignoring the whole Rory/Dean thing, partly because I thought that to be very out of character for both of them and partly because I wish to keep Dean for myself.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls. If I did, I wouldn't be sitting at my computer right now but would be lounging poolside with Dean hand-feeding me grapes.
Chapter 1
"Sylvia Plath"
"Mama Cass"
"Portia from Julius Caesar"
"Ummmm…" stammered Lorelai, quickly glancing around Luke's Diner, as if she would find the answer she was looking for lurking behind the counter or under a table. Strangely enough, she did find her answer in the diner, in the form of Kirk's white, rhinestone studded jumpsuit he had donned as a uniform for his new job impersonating a certain 50's rock star.
"Elvis!" she exclaimed triumphantly, slamming her fist down onto the table and upsetting Rory's cup of coffee. Rory mopped up the spilled liquid with her napkin and promptly informed her animated mother that "Elvis doesn't count."
"What to you mean 'Elvis doesn't count'?" Lorelai replied with a scandalized expression on her face. "The man died on a toilet! I honestly can't think of how someone could kick the bucket in a stranger fashion!"
"But the game is to think of the weirdest ways that people have died," Rory instructed her, "The only reason Elvis's death is bizarre is its location. The reason he died is actually rather uninteresting. There are millions of people that have---" Rory was cut off by the sudden appearance of Luke, who had come up to the table during their discussion with the intention of asking if they were planning on ordering actual food or if they were content with just their liquid caffeine. However, after hearing the tail end of the conversation, he felt the need to make an insightful comment about the Gilmore's breakfast entertainment.
"Both of you are going to hell, you know that?"
"Hi there Luke, nice to see you too!" replied Rory with an exaggerated smile plastered across her face. Under normal circumstances, Lorelai would have chimed in with some sort of sarcastic comment, but since she and Luke had kissed two nights ago at the Dragonfly she had been a bit uncomfortable in his presence. They really hadn't gotten a chance to talk about exactly what was going on with them- between Kirk's naked "night terrors", Taylor's list of complaints about the inn, and an unusually large crowd of skateboarding teenagers that had apparently decided the diner was their new hangout, there were more than enough distractions to keep the two of them apart. Even as they stood there looking at each other, Caesar somehow managed to light some pancake batter on fire and Luke was turning to go back to the kitchen and miss a rare opportunity for he and Lorelai to talk about their relationship. However, Rory had become slightly fed up with their adolescent behavior and decided to set things straight.
"Ok, the two of you are acting like twelve year-olds," she said in an unusually authoritative voice, "And you're both driving me completely insane by standing there staring at each other like someone's grown an extra head. You will both now be going on a walk around town and you won't be coming back until you've talked things over with each other." Lorelai and Luke were both rather stunned by this out of character, domineering outbreak from Rory, so they were both too surprised to protest when she grabbed them both by their arms and forcibly shoved them out the door with all of the strength her small frame could muster.
"And stay out there until you develop social skills like normal people!" she yelled while closing the door. Then, after smiling sheepishly at the staring people in the diner, she returned to her table to finish drinking her half-spilled coffee.
Author's Note: sorry this is so short! If people seem to like this story, I'll work on making the chapters longer as I go along.