A/N: Ugh it has been taking so long to get these out.I'm sorry I've tried
but the site has been down so much. Thank you for reading I know not many
of you could review but thank you to those who did. I'm currently in the
middle of chapter 12 so if the site stays up there will be more chapters
soon. Oh and keep one thing in mind while reading the next few chapters.
THings are not always as they seem.
Chapter 10 *********
"That was the worst night of my life.", cried Lana as she was walking to the car with Travis.
"I feel so loved.", retorted Travis sarcastically helping her into the car.
"Not you. Up on that stage. I love to sing and all but that was about the most embarrassing moment of my life.", she lamented.
"It wasn't that bad."
"Huh! I knocked over the microphone!"
"You picked it back up.", he reasoned.
"I sang the wrong song!", she protested with a laugh.
"But you sang it well.", he said with a strait face.
"Stop it you are starting to sound like Alex.", she smiled.
* This is not the time to mention another guy, no matter how platonic your relationship may seem. I mean is. No matter how platonic you relationship is. Right. *, she berated herself silently.
"Speaking of him, he called while you were singing." Lana's ears perked up. "He didn't say much, but he didn't sound too happy that I answered the phone."
"Well he doesn't really try to hide his contempt for you.", she laughed picturing what he looked like finding out she was with Travis. The fire in his eyes, the...jealousy...come to think of it he always did that when she went out with guys, only he had hid it better.
"No, not by a long shot. So how long have you been singing?", he asked changing the subject.
"Oh ever since I was about one. My parents got sick of hearing Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer on the car ride to my great-grandparents cabin in Vermont.", Lana remembered.
"Turn there.", she directed.
"I have been here once before you know.", he laughed.
"Sorry. I can become sort of a control freak.", Lana apologized.
"I'll let it slid this time.", he joked leading her out of the car.
"We're here. Home sweet home. Stars Hollow.", she babbled nervously, not knowing what to expect, looking at her feet.
"Lana.", he quieted her, and leaned in to kiss her. She closed her eyes awaiting what she had thought would be a heart stopping kiss, but she was wrong, as always. There just wasn't the spark she was looking for. She pulled away said her goodnights and fled into her mothers apartment.
"Have a nice time, daughter of mine?", Rory questioned as Lana walked through the door.
"Shouldn't you be working on your article?", Lana replied caustically.
"Just finished. So are you going to tell me what happened or shall I pry it out of you?", Rory insisted.
"They're right we all eventually turn into our mothers. You sound like Grandma.", quipped Lana.
"I'll take that as a compliment. So spill.", Rory smiled. She wasn't going to yell and scream at her for going out with him, because that wouldn't help anything.
"There is not much to tell," Lana deadpanned, "but you'll find out somehow so here it goes. I felt bad about the whole coffee thing and so I went over to apologize and we decided to go some where..."
"And that somewhere would be?", Rory interrupted
"Calm down I'm getting to that. Anyway, he surprised me and took me to see Em's band. Guess what Emma made me do, after playing the Alex card to get her way."
"She didn't. You sang with them? Didn't you say..."
"... last time was a one time deal? Well I did but you know Emma. It was horrible mom!", Lana whined.
"What happened?", Rory inquired sympathetically.
"Before or after dropping the microphone and singing the wrong words?", Lana deadpanned making her mother double over laughing.
"Uh! Don't laugh at me. Where is that motherly instinct you always talk about, huh?", she protested indignantly.
"I'm...Sorry. What was that about her 'playing the Alex card'?", her mother managed between fits of giggles. Lana glared at her.
"Sorry. Sorry. Continue please.", Rory said regaining composure.
"Well I finished the set and we left and then we drove here."
"And...come on get to the good parts. Do you like him?"
"I like him, well I did kiss him, you saw that much, but I don't think he's my type, you could say. He just isn't my dream guy, my prince charming, you know?", she explained.
"I know all too well. So darling daughter, what is your dream guy like?", Rory grinned.
"He would have to be tall, about six foot give or take some, with dark hair. Blue or green eyes, or maybe a mixture of both. I used to want one of those whirl wind romances, but now I'm not sure."
"So you want the best friend type?", Rory prodded at her ever oblivious daughter.
"Well it would be great to go out with a guy who already knew everything about you."
"You do realize who you have just been describing, right?"
"No. Should I?", Lana answered still so completely in her fantasy world that she didn't get what Rory was saying.
"A person you have known all your life.", she hinted.
"Eww. Jess?", Lana replied trying to think of someone who came anywhere near her description.
"No! Sick!", Rory exclaimed.
"Well then who?", Lana said nervously finally realizing the answer to this game of twenty questions.
"Alex silly.", giggled Rory childishly. She really could be her mothers daughter sometimes.
"Alex! Alex and me? Me and Alex? You've got to be kidding me. He's my best friend. Completely platonic, there have been many classic male/female friendships.", Lana protested barely pausing between words.
"Yeah sure name one.", Rory responded smugly.
"Well there is...Sunny and Cher....no wait...um...Anthony and Cleoptra...no...Lucy and Ricky...um...."
"See I told you!", Rory triumphed.
"No! What about you and Jess?"
"That isn't the same because it wasn't always that way and you know it.", she protested with a slight blush.
"Why isn't it like that anymore?", Lana fished for a topic that would shift the conversation onto her mother's problems. Jess suddenly popping up was a bit of a surprise, but then it was always like that with him.
"Hey! I am not on trial here, and it isn't good to drudge up ancient history. Now in your case the two of you have always grown up together, and it's only rational that something eventually happen.", argued Rory.
"I've never wanted something rational, and besides, Alex is not who I was talking about, I imagined the person I was talking about.", Lana lied, unconvincingly.
"Face it Hun, you like him, no buts about it."
"But he's my best friend."
"Best friend with benefits.", she smirked.
"But..."
"No buts."
"I don't want to talk about this with you. Drop it.", snorted Lana.
"Fine. I'm going to bed, oh and before I forget I won't be home Monday night so you will have to find something to otherwise occupy your time. I'm sure it won't be too hard.", she smirked walking to her room.
"I don't like him!", Lana exclaimed at her disappearing figure.
"Wait a sec! Why won't you be here? Mom? Mother?!", yelled Lana exhaustedly.
"Goodnight!", Rory yelled in return.
"She always has to have the last word.", she huffed walking off to bed.
The door slammed shut and echoed behind him as he entered the large sleeping house. The light that belonged to his and his cousin's room was the only light that shown. Alex was waiting for him. He made sure to come home later than he said he would in his 'oh so thoughtful' note. His cousin wasn't stupid, he knew the way he operated. Lana, however, didn't.
"It's late.", deadpanned Alex as Travis entered the room.
"You sure like to state the obvious, Alexander.", Travis shot back.
"Where were you.", Alex questioned. * Ugh I sound like my father! *, he thought.
"You really like her huh?"
"Stop it, okay? There is nothing between us."
"But you want there to be, right?"
"Trav, I will not discuss this with you, mainly because there is nothing to discuss.", he replied getting agitated.
"Well I'll hand it to you, you've got good taste.", Travis smirked.
"What is that supposed to mean?", Alex asked taking it just as intended.
"The girl can kiss. You did know that, didn't you?"
"Leave," Alex snapped shortly, "I don't care if you stay in the house or go to another room, but just leave my room. Because if you stay here you probably won't wake up tomorrow.", seethed Alex.
No one talk this way about his Lana. No one. Wait...his Lana?
"Ooohh I'm scared!", Travis replied in mock fear.
"How many times do I have to flush before you go away?"
"Okay, okay. I'll go, but man Alexander you have to lighten up.", he said mockingly and slamming the door behind him.
"What was that?", he asked himself, wondering why the sudden wave of jealousy. Well it was his cousin he was dealing with, but more than that it was Lana. He shook his thoughts away and fell to sleep, which wasn't an easy task lately.
Chapter 10 *********
"That was the worst night of my life.", cried Lana as she was walking to the car with Travis.
"I feel so loved.", retorted Travis sarcastically helping her into the car.
"Not you. Up on that stage. I love to sing and all but that was about the most embarrassing moment of my life.", she lamented.
"It wasn't that bad."
"Huh! I knocked over the microphone!"
"You picked it back up.", he reasoned.
"I sang the wrong song!", she protested with a laugh.
"But you sang it well.", he said with a strait face.
"Stop it you are starting to sound like Alex.", she smiled.
* This is not the time to mention another guy, no matter how platonic your relationship may seem. I mean is. No matter how platonic you relationship is. Right. *, she berated herself silently.
"Speaking of him, he called while you were singing." Lana's ears perked up. "He didn't say much, but he didn't sound too happy that I answered the phone."
"Well he doesn't really try to hide his contempt for you.", she laughed picturing what he looked like finding out she was with Travis. The fire in his eyes, the...jealousy...come to think of it he always did that when she went out with guys, only he had hid it better.
"No, not by a long shot. So how long have you been singing?", he asked changing the subject.
"Oh ever since I was about one. My parents got sick of hearing Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer on the car ride to my great-grandparents cabin in Vermont.", Lana remembered.
"Turn there.", she directed.
"I have been here once before you know.", he laughed.
"Sorry. I can become sort of a control freak.", Lana apologized.
"I'll let it slid this time.", he joked leading her out of the car.
"We're here. Home sweet home. Stars Hollow.", she babbled nervously, not knowing what to expect, looking at her feet.
"Lana.", he quieted her, and leaned in to kiss her. She closed her eyes awaiting what she had thought would be a heart stopping kiss, but she was wrong, as always. There just wasn't the spark she was looking for. She pulled away said her goodnights and fled into her mothers apartment.
"Have a nice time, daughter of mine?", Rory questioned as Lana walked through the door.
"Shouldn't you be working on your article?", Lana replied caustically.
"Just finished. So are you going to tell me what happened or shall I pry it out of you?", Rory insisted.
"They're right we all eventually turn into our mothers. You sound like Grandma.", quipped Lana.
"I'll take that as a compliment. So spill.", Rory smiled. She wasn't going to yell and scream at her for going out with him, because that wouldn't help anything.
"There is not much to tell," Lana deadpanned, "but you'll find out somehow so here it goes. I felt bad about the whole coffee thing and so I went over to apologize and we decided to go some where..."
"And that somewhere would be?", Rory interrupted
"Calm down I'm getting to that. Anyway, he surprised me and took me to see Em's band. Guess what Emma made me do, after playing the Alex card to get her way."
"She didn't. You sang with them? Didn't you say..."
"... last time was a one time deal? Well I did but you know Emma. It was horrible mom!", Lana whined.
"What happened?", Rory inquired sympathetically.
"Before or after dropping the microphone and singing the wrong words?", Lana deadpanned making her mother double over laughing.
"Uh! Don't laugh at me. Where is that motherly instinct you always talk about, huh?", she protested indignantly.
"I'm...Sorry. What was that about her 'playing the Alex card'?", her mother managed between fits of giggles. Lana glared at her.
"Sorry. Sorry. Continue please.", Rory said regaining composure.
"Well I finished the set and we left and then we drove here."
"And...come on get to the good parts. Do you like him?"
"I like him, well I did kiss him, you saw that much, but I don't think he's my type, you could say. He just isn't my dream guy, my prince charming, you know?", she explained.
"I know all too well. So darling daughter, what is your dream guy like?", Rory grinned.
"He would have to be tall, about six foot give or take some, with dark hair. Blue or green eyes, or maybe a mixture of both. I used to want one of those whirl wind romances, but now I'm not sure."
"So you want the best friend type?", Rory prodded at her ever oblivious daughter.
"Well it would be great to go out with a guy who already knew everything about you."
"You do realize who you have just been describing, right?"
"No. Should I?", Lana answered still so completely in her fantasy world that she didn't get what Rory was saying.
"A person you have known all your life.", she hinted.
"Eww. Jess?", Lana replied trying to think of someone who came anywhere near her description.
"No! Sick!", Rory exclaimed.
"Well then who?", Lana said nervously finally realizing the answer to this game of twenty questions.
"Alex silly.", giggled Rory childishly. She really could be her mothers daughter sometimes.
"Alex! Alex and me? Me and Alex? You've got to be kidding me. He's my best friend. Completely platonic, there have been many classic male/female friendships.", Lana protested barely pausing between words.
"Yeah sure name one.", Rory responded smugly.
"Well there is...Sunny and Cher....no wait...um...Anthony and Cleoptra...no...Lucy and Ricky...um...."
"See I told you!", Rory triumphed.
"No! What about you and Jess?"
"That isn't the same because it wasn't always that way and you know it.", she protested with a slight blush.
"Why isn't it like that anymore?", Lana fished for a topic that would shift the conversation onto her mother's problems. Jess suddenly popping up was a bit of a surprise, but then it was always like that with him.
"Hey! I am not on trial here, and it isn't good to drudge up ancient history. Now in your case the two of you have always grown up together, and it's only rational that something eventually happen.", argued Rory.
"I've never wanted something rational, and besides, Alex is not who I was talking about, I imagined the person I was talking about.", Lana lied, unconvincingly.
"Face it Hun, you like him, no buts about it."
"But he's my best friend."
"Best friend with benefits.", she smirked.
"But..."
"No buts."
"I don't want to talk about this with you. Drop it.", snorted Lana.
"Fine. I'm going to bed, oh and before I forget I won't be home Monday night so you will have to find something to otherwise occupy your time. I'm sure it won't be too hard.", she smirked walking to her room.
"I don't like him!", Lana exclaimed at her disappearing figure.
"Wait a sec! Why won't you be here? Mom? Mother?!", yelled Lana exhaustedly.
"Goodnight!", Rory yelled in return.
"She always has to have the last word.", she huffed walking off to bed.
The door slammed shut and echoed behind him as he entered the large sleeping house. The light that belonged to his and his cousin's room was the only light that shown. Alex was waiting for him. He made sure to come home later than he said he would in his 'oh so thoughtful' note. His cousin wasn't stupid, he knew the way he operated. Lana, however, didn't.
"It's late.", deadpanned Alex as Travis entered the room.
"You sure like to state the obvious, Alexander.", Travis shot back.
"Where were you.", Alex questioned. * Ugh I sound like my father! *, he thought.
"You really like her huh?"
"Stop it, okay? There is nothing between us."
"But you want there to be, right?"
"Trav, I will not discuss this with you, mainly because there is nothing to discuss.", he replied getting agitated.
"Well I'll hand it to you, you've got good taste.", Travis smirked.
"What is that supposed to mean?", Alex asked taking it just as intended.
"The girl can kiss. You did know that, didn't you?"
"Leave," Alex snapped shortly, "I don't care if you stay in the house or go to another room, but just leave my room. Because if you stay here you probably won't wake up tomorrow.", seethed Alex.
No one talk this way about his Lana. No one. Wait...his Lana?
"Ooohh I'm scared!", Travis replied in mock fear.
"How many times do I have to flush before you go away?"
"Okay, okay. I'll go, but man Alexander you have to lighten up.", he said mockingly and slamming the door behind him.
"What was that?", he asked himself, wondering why the sudden wave of jealousy. Well it was his cousin he was dealing with, but more than that it was Lana. He shook his thoughts away and fell to sleep, which wasn't an easy task lately.