Author's note: It's me again! I hope the first chapter wasn't so bad and too cryptic. If the storyline caused any confusion, I'll let you in on more in the forthcoming chapters, but just remember. All good things come to those who wait. Otherwise you can just email me. Please keep reviewing cause it's really encouraging to know what people think, whether it's good or bad. And I just want to correct something. 'A Doll's House' is a play, and not a book. Appreciate the note, dolly...

Special thanks to: BananaA, P, OTHlover04, dolly, lulu, Smile1, Ms. Vaughn, MystifiedDreamer, WhisperOfInsanity, Robin2, Summerhun3 and mar0506 for taking time to write me a short comment on what you think about my story. A thousand' thank you' to you all. I hope you'll keep reviewing.

Setting: It's Rory's junior year in Chilton, right after Christmas and New Year's, and she's still not making a lot of friends. Her relationship with Paris (Madeleine & Louise) is still the same, and yada, yada, yada.........For the full description of the setting, please see chapter 1. No use of writing down the same things over and over.........

Summary: A school newspaper. Two different opinions. A book. Mixed in with some confusion, misguidance and attraction. A perfect recipe for a good old fashioned fairy tale story, so to speak. (Trory)

Askepott

Chapter two

Later that afternoon, Luke's diner

"Hey Luke! My all time favourite coffee supplier!", Lorelai Gilmore announced happily as she walked into the well familiar diner. Her cheeks were rosy from the cold, which made her blue eyes sparkle even more. Removing her gloves and hat, she slowly approached the counter.

"Your only coffee supplier.", Luke pointed out. He was standing behind the counter as per usual,- backward cap on it's place, sporting the latest in flannel wear and a gruff smile.

"Thus making you my favourite.", she said as if it was the most obvious thing. She took a seat by the counter and continued her babble. "And being as you are my favourite I believe I deserve a reward."

"Why do you deserve a reward? Shouldn't I be the one getting the reward? I mean, as you've clearly stated, twice to be exact, that I am proclaimed as the favourite hence giving me the privilege to get a reward, and not you", he inquired.

"But you wouldn't be the 'proclaimed favourite' had it not been for me", Lorelai explained and pointed at herself to underline her argument, "giving you the title. Therefore I deserve the reward for declaring that fact."

"But I am the favourite, so had it not been for me", Luke mimicked Lorelai's previous actions and pointed at himself, "you wouldn't even have the opportunity to proclaim anyone your favourite."

"And it all comes back to that, me proclaiming you as the favourite, giving me once again the right for rewarding!", Lorelai ended triumphantly, while crossing her arms.

Luke leaned against the counter and carefully eyed his opponent. "We've been down this road."

"And that tree looks awfully familiar.", Lorelai added mischievously , leaning in as well and narrowing her eyes.

The two looked at each other intensely as if playing a silent game of staring until one of them blinked first. After a few seconds, Luke finally caved in and retreated himself from his former position. "Ugh, why do I even bother?!", Luke asked frustratingly and headed to the kitchen, leaving Lorelai all by herself at the counter.

"Ha! I won! I won!", she said as she hopped off her stool and did a little happy dance. Seeing Luke's retreating figure, she yelled. "Hey! What about my reward?!"

"What reward?", Rory's voice asked from behind.

Turning around and facing her daughter, Lorelai explained. "The reward for being such a great person who values equally great coffee suppliers and makes them number one the 'It list'."

"And being the daughter of this great person, I need some rewarding as well.", Rory included, never missing a beat.

"You're so my offspring!", Lorelai said as she put her arm around Rory's shoulder and guided her to the counter.

Taking their seats Rory noticed the absence of a certain someone. "Where's Luke?", she asked.

"Oh, probably out back, licking his wounds.", Lorelai answered.

"No, actually I was helping Cesar in the kitchen, no licking involved whatsoever!", Luke clarified as he made his presence known once again. "Hey Rory.", he greeted as he noticed the younger Gilmore.

"Hey Luke! Can I get some coffee please? I'm in serious need to defrost my limbs!"

"And don't forget me too, cause I still wasn't rewarded.", Lorelai put in.

Not even putting up a fight, Luke poured two cups of coffee in the front of the two ladies. "Those things will kill you someday."

"And you will die a rich man before we do.", the elder Gilmore enlightened. Rolling his eyes, Luke left the two Gilmores to take an order at another table.

"So how was school, babe?"

"Same old thing, Paris still riding her high horse, Tristan being evil and teachers being all commanding with a side of bossiness."

"Well, honey, that's what they are paid to do.", Lorelai joked.

"Huh, that figures! And here I was thinking that they were paid to teach us something. What was I thinking?", Rory feigning innocent.

"Yeah, well, they got me too so don't sweat it. It happens to the best of them.", Lorelai said consolingly. "Anything else happened worth mentioning?"

"The Franklin came out today.", Rory informed and handed her mother the paper.

Searching for the column, Lorelai turned the page and let out sigh. "So the notorious gangster strikes again, huh?", she asked knowing all too well what her daughter felt about this matter.

"Yeah, he did! And can you believe what he wrote?!", Rory exclaimed.

"Okay, hold on there, bucko! How do you know it's a 'he'? The pseudonym doesn't really imply if it's a girl or a guy, not unless it's a little bit of both which in this case would kind of make it really confusing cause I can't really imagine how it's Chilton uniform would look like. I mean, skirt or pants? Or maybe it's like a skirt/pants thing where it looks like a skirt on the outside, but then it really is a pair of pants.", Lorelai babbled on.

"Hello? Coming back to the point here?", Rory asked warily while waving a hand in front of her mother in an attempt to get her attention.

"Oh, right!", she said, snapping out of it.

"Besides I just figured it out when I read the review. A woman in her right mind would never have written anything like that!", Rory said and pointed at the column.

Reading the review herself, Lorelai came to the same realization as her daughter. "Oh, yeah! It's got 'male chauvinist pig' written all over it!" Facing Rory once again, she asked. "So what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to give that guy a piece of my mind, like I always do."

"That's my girl! So got any ideas on what you're going to write? I could give you some pointers, I mean, I'm pretty good at that sort of 'independent woman" thing.", Lorelai offered.

"Thanks mom, but I think I can handle it. That's what I've been doing since this whole writing battle began.", Rory said re-assuringly.

"Yeah, this thing has been going on for quite sometime now, ever since Paris came out with the first edition in the fall."

"I know, and I didn't mean for it to continue on like this. It's just that when the column first came out and Paris chose books that interested me, I couldn't help it. I had to write something. I figured if I couldn't be a part of the paper as a staff member, I could kind of be a part of it by sending in some reviews. It hadn't dawned on me that some guy would actually write something back as a rebuttal."

"Well, babe, that's all in the past now. In the present, however, you have some serious ass kicking to do!", Lorelai encouraged her daughter. "So get your pretty little copy of myself home and start writing. That's an order!"

Rory stood up from her seat and mockingly saluted her mother. "Sir, yes, sir!" Swinging her bag over shoulder, she started marching out of the diner, closely followed by Lorelai, chanting the familiar words.

"Left, left- left, right, left!"