DISCLAIMER: I own neither the show nor the characters of the Gilmore Girls.
Just the messed up way in which I am portraying them.
The next morning, Rory got up early in order to catch Lorelai before she could silently escape to school. After the call from Tristan the night before, she had a feeling Lorelai might be evasive today. She sat at the kitchen table, fully dressed at the bright and early time of 7:10am. The look on Lorelai's face as she emerged from her room said it all.
"Mom?"
"Hi." She smiled knowingly at her daughter.
Lorelai looked around the room like she was looking for more people to spring out from behind the cabinet doors or burst through the backdoor.
"What's going on?"
"Nothing, just a regular Monday morning at the Gilmore house."
"Which means school," she pointed to her book bag.
"And work." She kept her words simple, unleading, hoping Lorelai would open up by herself.
"Okay, seriously, whatever you want to say, just say it. You're creeping me out here."
Rory let out a sigh. "Tristan called last night."
"So?"
"So? He started pouring his heart out to me about how he didn't understand why you broke up with him. And at first I thought he was being a whiny rich boy that didn't get his way, but then I started to wonder why you did break up with him."
"I don't even know," Lorelai sighed.
"Don't get me wrong. The fact that you were seeing a boy that you felt so ... strongly about did worry me. But you seemed to like him so much, then after one intimate moment you just end it?"
Lorelai looked down. "It just, wasn't right."
"If that's how you really feel," Rory put her hand over her daughter's. "But I'd hate to think that you just thought you couldn't handle it. Because you're getting to an age where you're going to have opportunities to be in amazing relationships with guys. And I want you to be able to experience those wonderful feelings, you know?"
"I just, I need some time to figure it all out."
"Hey, it's all about what you want. As long as you're happy, I'm happy," she smiled at her.
"Thanks, Mom. I should get going to get my bus."
She stood, hugging her mom before heading for the door. She paused before opening the front door.
"Don't think that you're getting out of telling me what's going on with you and Jess!" came the upbeat voice that she was used to hearing before Rory heard the door close.
Coming into the bookstore, she felt like everyone was staring at her. Like they knew. It was impossible. She hoped. Not that she was embarrassed about it, but she enjoyed the fact that it was new and just the two of them. Of course, containing the goofy smile on her face when she looked at him would probably help...
"Hey," he acknowledged her.
"Hey."
"Coffee?"
"Yeah," she looked around the bookstore to see who might be lurking in the stacks. "Could I get that book from you?"
"Book?"
"The one you were telling me about?" she raised her eyebrow and nodded to the stairs.
"Right, come on up," he picked up on her not so subtle hint and led the way up to the apartment.
They barely got inside the apartment when her lips covered his. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him and they stumbled into whatever piece of furniture could support their weight first. Within thirty seconds her lipstick was a distant memory, his shirt was unbuttoned and both were breathing erratically.
"Morning," she smiled.
"Mmm. Where were you two hours ago?"
"In bed. Lonely, I might add."
"Well, I could come over tonight. Did you talk to Lorelai?"
"Well, she told me I needed to talk to her about it. Does that count?" she winced.
"Rory," he started.
"After school, I promise. Why don't you guys come over for dinner?"
Jess looked at her oddly. "You aren't planning on cooking something, are you?"
"God, no. Pizza or Chinese. Your choice," she kissed the tip of his nose.
"You realize this gives you a deadline."
"I thrive on deadlines. It's open-ended things that make me nauseous."
"Chinese."
"Huh?"
"I choose Chinese." He reiterated slowly for her.
"Right," she smiled, looking down at their state of dishevelment. "So, I should get to work."
"Tease," he mocked her.
"Jess, about last night—what I said," she started, unsure of whether she should continue.
He looked at her as if amused, but intent on her words.
"I meant it as a joke, I didn't mean to say, well, that," she stressed the last word.
"So, you're trying to tell me you want to be just friends?" he used air quotes, still smirking.
"You're teasing me. I have angst and you're teasing me." She smacked his chest playfully.
"Ouch, Ms. Gilmore, I didn't know you had that in you! Can I sleep over tonight?"
"No, and you suck!" she stuck out her tongue, straightening her outfit as she pulled away from him.
"Rory, wait," he scrambled to grab her before she reached the door.
"What?" she asked, trying to sound impatient.
"I'm sorry. I knew what you meant, but it's not like I would have run screaming if you had meant it," he looked into her eyes, trying to show her how serious he was being.
"Oh. Well. That's good, good to know," she gulped, his lips moving closer to hers. "So, six-ish tonight?"
"We'll be there." He kissed her and allowed her to pull away.
She smiled and gave him a little wave.
"Rory?"
"Huh?"
"Book?"
"Right, man, two days and already I'm getting sloppy," she admonished herself, giggling a little.
"Preferences?"
"Jess, I'm not going to read it."
"I'm hurt."
"I'll do the hurting. I have work. And I expect an article on my desk by noon," she added as she kissed his cheek.
"Mm, bossy, I like it." He watched her leave and decided that maybe another shot at the shower might be in order. With a change of temperature, of course.
Lorelai closed her locker after getting her books out for her fourth period American History class. She chatted with a few girls that she had classes with as they passed her in the hall. She noticed it first out the corner of her eye. Then the other girls noticed him and giggled.
"He's so hot! Didn't you go out with him?" Gretchen asked.
"Um, yeah, we went out a few times," she attempted to appear nonchalant.
"What's he like in bed?" Marie cooed as she managed to get a look at his ass when he passed them.
"I should get to class. I'll see you guys later, okay?" Lorelai ignored her and took a step in the direction that Tristan had gone.
She slowed down when she got about ten feet from his locker. His back was to her, and the only distinguishing thing between him and the other guys was his blonde hair and his trademark cocky gait. She took a deep breath and strode up next to him.
"Did you take good notes in English? I think I spaced out for about twenty minutes when Medina droned on and on about Henry James."
He looked at her, confused as to her seemingly normal behavior. This wasn't the Lorelai he was expecting. In fact, he wasn't expecting her at all. Furrowing his brow, he nodded.
"Yeah, I have notes," he handed them over to her.
"Actually I was hoping you could come over tonight, and go over them with me? We have that big test on Friday and all," she flirted.
"You want me to come over?"
"Will six work for you?"
"Uh, sure. I guess so," he said, more confused than ever. He was beginning to wonder if she had in fact broken up with him.
"Great. I better get to history."
He nodded, watching her spin on her heel, her Chilton skirt whirling around like a little girl's skirt would, and stroll off to her next classroom. He was ever in awe of her, and he knew this was probably going to be the death of him. But he'd die happy, he bet. Putting an amused smirk on his face, he closed his locker and headed in the opposite direction to Advanced Trigonometry.
Lorelai came straight home to get some of her homework out of the way since Tristan was coming over to study English later. Plus once her mom got home, she knew they had to talk. She knew that her mother and Jess were getting potentially serious, and was now dying for details. Well, vague details. There are just some things you don't want to know about your mother.
The phone rang, and she hoped it wasn't Tristan calling to cancel. She couldn't blame him if he did, but hopefully they could just start over somehow. She did like him and she felt bad for freaking out at him. Her mom was right, she'd have to deal with this stuff, and he was definitely worth trying for. She knew that feeling he invoked in her was rare, not everyone was lucky enough to find that with someone.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Lor. Is this a bad time?"
"Dad, hi. No, it's fine. But it's Monday."
"I know, I have to go out of town tomorrow, so I can't make our Wednesday night usual."
"Where are you going?"
"Cleveland."
"Oh."
"You were hoping for something more exotic?"
"Yeah."
"So was I. Look, I was wondering if you'd like to come up to Boston in a couple of weeks. I could take you on a tour of Harvard, and we could hang out."
"Harvard, really?"
"Yep. If it's okay with you and your mom."
"I'll ask her tonight and leave a message on your machine. Is that okay?"
"Sounds perfect. I'll talk to you soon, honey."
"Have fun in Cleveland, don't they have the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame?"
"True. I'll get you something shiny."
"I like drummers," she teased.
"Wow. I'm hanging up now and pretending you never said that."
"Bye, Dad."
"Bye, Lor."
Rory came running through the door at five-thirty. Literally running. She began shouting quickly at Lorelai as she jogged into the living room and up the stairs, calling out instructions and information.
"Alright, we have a half-hour. The thing with Jess and I is that we're dating. We're actually potentially pretty serious and I need to talk to you more about it but that is the five-second explanation. The ten-second explanation is that he came over Saturday, we fought some more, we started making out, it snowed, and boom, he stayed over. If you want to know more, we'll talk later, but right now order as much Chinese food as you can in ten minutes, cause Jess and Luke will be here at six!"
Lorelai smiled until she heard the last part.
"What?"
Rory stuck her head into the stairwell, having changed and redone her hair. "What, what?"
"Jess and Luke coming over at six? What if I made plans?"
"You don't like Jess and Luke?"
"I made plans."
"It's a Monday night."
"And Tristan is coming over to study."
"Then order more Chinese food," Rory said, as if the solution was obvious.
"Mom, what?" she asked flustered.
"On the phone, go, go!" Rory urged her, moving back into her room to find shoes to go with her 'I'm casual but I still look good even though I just threw this on,' outfit.
The next morning, Rory got up early in order to catch Lorelai before she could silently escape to school. After the call from Tristan the night before, she had a feeling Lorelai might be evasive today. She sat at the kitchen table, fully dressed at the bright and early time of 7:10am. The look on Lorelai's face as she emerged from her room said it all.
"Mom?"
"Hi." She smiled knowingly at her daughter.
Lorelai looked around the room like she was looking for more people to spring out from behind the cabinet doors or burst through the backdoor.
"What's going on?"
"Nothing, just a regular Monday morning at the Gilmore house."
"Which means school," she pointed to her book bag.
"And work." She kept her words simple, unleading, hoping Lorelai would open up by herself.
"Okay, seriously, whatever you want to say, just say it. You're creeping me out here."
Rory let out a sigh. "Tristan called last night."
"So?"
"So? He started pouring his heart out to me about how he didn't understand why you broke up with him. And at first I thought he was being a whiny rich boy that didn't get his way, but then I started to wonder why you did break up with him."
"I don't even know," Lorelai sighed.
"Don't get me wrong. The fact that you were seeing a boy that you felt so ... strongly about did worry me. But you seemed to like him so much, then after one intimate moment you just end it?"
Lorelai looked down. "It just, wasn't right."
"If that's how you really feel," Rory put her hand over her daughter's. "But I'd hate to think that you just thought you couldn't handle it. Because you're getting to an age where you're going to have opportunities to be in amazing relationships with guys. And I want you to be able to experience those wonderful feelings, you know?"
"I just, I need some time to figure it all out."
"Hey, it's all about what you want. As long as you're happy, I'm happy," she smiled at her.
"Thanks, Mom. I should get going to get my bus."
She stood, hugging her mom before heading for the door. She paused before opening the front door.
"Don't think that you're getting out of telling me what's going on with you and Jess!" came the upbeat voice that she was used to hearing before Rory heard the door close.
Coming into the bookstore, she felt like everyone was staring at her. Like they knew. It was impossible. She hoped. Not that she was embarrassed about it, but she enjoyed the fact that it was new and just the two of them. Of course, containing the goofy smile on her face when she looked at him would probably help...
"Hey," he acknowledged her.
"Hey."
"Coffee?"
"Yeah," she looked around the bookstore to see who might be lurking in the stacks. "Could I get that book from you?"
"Book?"
"The one you were telling me about?" she raised her eyebrow and nodded to the stairs.
"Right, come on up," he picked up on her not so subtle hint and led the way up to the apartment.
They barely got inside the apartment when her lips covered his. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him and they stumbled into whatever piece of furniture could support their weight first. Within thirty seconds her lipstick was a distant memory, his shirt was unbuttoned and both were breathing erratically.
"Morning," she smiled.
"Mmm. Where were you two hours ago?"
"In bed. Lonely, I might add."
"Well, I could come over tonight. Did you talk to Lorelai?"
"Well, she told me I needed to talk to her about it. Does that count?" she winced.
"Rory," he started.
"After school, I promise. Why don't you guys come over for dinner?"
Jess looked at her oddly. "You aren't planning on cooking something, are you?"
"God, no. Pizza or Chinese. Your choice," she kissed the tip of his nose.
"You realize this gives you a deadline."
"I thrive on deadlines. It's open-ended things that make me nauseous."
"Chinese."
"Huh?"
"I choose Chinese." He reiterated slowly for her.
"Right," she smiled, looking down at their state of dishevelment. "So, I should get to work."
"Tease," he mocked her.
"Jess, about last night—what I said," she started, unsure of whether she should continue.
He looked at her as if amused, but intent on her words.
"I meant it as a joke, I didn't mean to say, well, that," she stressed the last word.
"So, you're trying to tell me you want to be just friends?" he used air quotes, still smirking.
"You're teasing me. I have angst and you're teasing me." She smacked his chest playfully.
"Ouch, Ms. Gilmore, I didn't know you had that in you! Can I sleep over tonight?"
"No, and you suck!" she stuck out her tongue, straightening her outfit as she pulled away from him.
"Rory, wait," he scrambled to grab her before she reached the door.
"What?" she asked, trying to sound impatient.
"I'm sorry. I knew what you meant, but it's not like I would have run screaming if you had meant it," he looked into her eyes, trying to show her how serious he was being.
"Oh. Well. That's good, good to know," she gulped, his lips moving closer to hers. "So, six-ish tonight?"
"We'll be there." He kissed her and allowed her to pull away.
She smiled and gave him a little wave.
"Rory?"
"Huh?"
"Book?"
"Right, man, two days and already I'm getting sloppy," she admonished herself, giggling a little.
"Preferences?"
"Jess, I'm not going to read it."
"I'm hurt."
"I'll do the hurting. I have work. And I expect an article on my desk by noon," she added as she kissed his cheek.
"Mm, bossy, I like it." He watched her leave and decided that maybe another shot at the shower might be in order. With a change of temperature, of course.
Lorelai closed her locker after getting her books out for her fourth period American History class. She chatted with a few girls that she had classes with as they passed her in the hall. She noticed it first out the corner of her eye. Then the other girls noticed him and giggled.
"He's so hot! Didn't you go out with him?" Gretchen asked.
"Um, yeah, we went out a few times," she attempted to appear nonchalant.
"What's he like in bed?" Marie cooed as she managed to get a look at his ass when he passed them.
"I should get to class. I'll see you guys later, okay?" Lorelai ignored her and took a step in the direction that Tristan had gone.
She slowed down when she got about ten feet from his locker. His back was to her, and the only distinguishing thing between him and the other guys was his blonde hair and his trademark cocky gait. She took a deep breath and strode up next to him.
"Did you take good notes in English? I think I spaced out for about twenty minutes when Medina droned on and on about Henry James."
He looked at her, confused as to her seemingly normal behavior. This wasn't the Lorelai he was expecting. In fact, he wasn't expecting her at all. Furrowing his brow, he nodded.
"Yeah, I have notes," he handed them over to her.
"Actually I was hoping you could come over tonight, and go over them with me? We have that big test on Friday and all," she flirted.
"You want me to come over?"
"Will six work for you?"
"Uh, sure. I guess so," he said, more confused than ever. He was beginning to wonder if she had in fact broken up with him.
"Great. I better get to history."
He nodded, watching her spin on her heel, her Chilton skirt whirling around like a little girl's skirt would, and stroll off to her next classroom. He was ever in awe of her, and he knew this was probably going to be the death of him. But he'd die happy, he bet. Putting an amused smirk on his face, he closed his locker and headed in the opposite direction to Advanced Trigonometry.
Lorelai came straight home to get some of her homework out of the way since Tristan was coming over to study English later. Plus once her mom got home, she knew they had to talk. She knew that her mother and Jess were getting potentially serious, and was now dying for details. Well, vague details. There are just some things you don't want to know about your mother.
The phone rang, and she hoped it wasn't Tristan calling to cancel. She couldn't blame him if he did, but hopefully they could just start over somehow. She did like him and she felt bad for freaking out at him. Her mom was right, she'd have to deal with this stuff, and he was definitely worth trying for. She knew that feeling he invoked in her was rare, not everyone was lucky enough to find that with someone.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Lor. Is this a bad time?"
"Dad, hi. No, it's fine. But it's Monday."
"I know, I have to go out of town tomorrow, so I can't make our Wednesday night usual."
"Where are you going?"
"Cleveland."
"Oh."
"You were hoping for something more exotic?"
"Yeah."
"So was I. Look, I was wondering if you'd like to come up to Boston in a couple of weeks. I could take you on a tour of Harvard, and we could hang out."
"Harvard, really?"
"Yep. If it's okay with you and your mom."
"I'll ask her tonight and leave a message on your machine. Is that okay?"
"Sounds perfect. I'll talk to you soon, honey."
"Have fun in Cleveland, don't they have the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame?"
"True. I'll get you something shiny."
"I like drummers," she teased.
"Wow. I'm hanging up now and pretending you never said that."
"Bye, Dad."
"Bye, Lor."
Rory came running through the door at five-thirty. Literally running. She began shouting quickly at Lorelai as she jogged into the living room and up the stairs, calling out instructions and information.
"Alright, we have a half-hour. The thing with Jess and I is that we're dating. We're actually potentially pretty serious and I need to talk to you more about it but that is the five-second explanation. The ten-second explanation is that he came over Saturday, we fought some more, we started making out, it snowed, and boom, he stayed over. If you want to know more, we'll talk later, but right now order as much Chinese food as you can in ten minutes, cause Jess and Luke will be here at six!"
Lorelai smiled until she heard the last part.
"What?"
Rory stuck her head into the stairwell, having changed and redone her hair. "What, what?"
"Jess and Luke coming over at six? What if I made plans?"
"You don't like Jess and Luke?"
"I made plans."
"It's a Monday night."
"And Tristan is coming over to study."
"Then order more Chinese food," Rory said, as if the solution was obvious.
"Mom, what?" she asked flustered.
"On the phone, go, go!" Rory urged her, moving back into her room to find shoes to go with her 'I'm casual but I still look good even though I just threw this on,' outfit.