A/N: I'm watching Kiss Tell on ABC Family right now, and did anyone else realize that Lorelai is wearing a blue plaid flannel shirt? Total foreshadowing by ASP. They're meant to be together. They match. Sigh. Anyway, sorry this chapter took so long to get up, I've been working on my other fics, but I'll be good from now on!
A/N 2: I have officially declared that disappointed is the hardest word ever to spell.
A/N 3: Sorry, last one, I swear. Thanks for all the great reviews, and L/L r Lobsters, sorry, I should have pointed this out earlier. This is not set during a particular season or episode, just know that Rory is 16 and at Chilton, which I guess would make it Season 1 or 2, and Lorelai almost married Max, Rachel did come back and leave, but none of the other things happened. (No Alex, Jason or Nicole!)
Disclaimer: If you still think I own Gilmore Girls, it's time to find a new shrink.
Chapter 3: Jessica Simpson, Explosions, and...Dates?
"Mom?" Rory called as she closed the front door.
"Bedroom!" Lorelai replied, her voice sounding far away.
Rory found her mom laying on the floor of her bedroom, amid piles and piles of clothes strewn around the whole room.
Rory doubled up and began laughing hysterically, "You look like you're re-enacting Jessica Simpson's music video!"
Lorelai sat up and frowned at her daughter. "Well I'm glad you find your mother's pain so amusing, and I thought I told you not to ever joke about that!"
Rory tried to control her laughter and look at her mom with a straight face. "Ok, ok. So, what's with the clothing explosion?"
Lorelai sighed. "My mother cancelled dinner tonight because of some DAR gala something-or other, you're off the hook, but I have to go. Don't look so smug there darling, I think I remember her mentioning doing something else with you next week, you know to make up for lost time. The words, Grandmother-Granddaughter Bowling Team come to mind..."
"So, that still doesn't explain why your room looks like Bloomingdale's the day after Thanksgiving. You've never cared what Grandma thinks about your outfits, why now?"
Lorelai wished her daughter didn't know her that well. "Hmm. Well, you know, there's going to be lots of people there and...you know...all right. I'm going with Luke!" She blurted.
Where the hell did that come from? Lorelai inwardly chastised herself.
"Wait. What?"
"I don't know where that came from. I'm going with Luke, but we're going just as friends. See, your Grandma is one sneaky broad, and she roped me into thinking I should ask Luke, so I did. I don't know why I chose now to start listening to her, I mean-"
Rory cut off her mother's babbling. "So, you're worried about what to wear because you're going with Luke?" Rory grinned mischeviously.
"What? No. No. Uh.."
Why am I so worried about what I'm wearing? Is it because of...No. No it's not. Stop thinking crazy Lorelai. Great. Now I'm having whole conversations in my head. Oy Vey. Now I'm Jewish.
"Mom? Earth to Lorelai!" Rory snapped her mother out of her slightly schizophrenic internal battle.
"Right. I'm back. What was I saying?"
"I believe you were trying to tell me that Luke is not the reason for your sudden Donnatella Versace persona takeover. I think it went something like this, "Uhhhh."
"Shut up, you. I'm the one who gave birth, giving all mocking rights to me. And so what? Maybe Luke is the reason I want to look nice. We're friends, friends want to look nice for each other right?"
"Right Mom. Friends." Rory smiled and shook her head, wondering if she would ever get it.
An hour, twelve different outfits, three different hairstyles and four necklace options later, Lorelai Gilmore was ready. She sat on the couch, fiddling with the buckle on her purse, tapping her newly manicured nails on her leg, and wondering if this was the first time she was actually on time for a date.
Wait, what? I just said "date." Well I didn't say it, I thought it, but same thing. Is this a date? No, I said just as friends when I asked him, right? Right. Then why had he looked so disappointed when I said "just as friends?" Oh God. He had looked disappointed. And why the hell was she so nervous? This was Luke. Diner Luke. Coffee Luke. Her Best friend Luke. But wasn't this also the Luke who everyone swore had a "thing" for her? And wasn't this also the Luke she had caught looking at her today? He was looking at her in a way that friends don't normally look at friends.
"Um, Mom? Are you going to get that, or were we expecting some Girl Scouts or Jehovah's Witnessess?" Rory called, over the noise of the door bell ringing.
"Right. Right. I got it!" Lorelai could actually feel her stomach doing flip-flops.
She pulled open the door and no amount of mental preparation could have stopped her surprise at what, or rather who she saw on her porch. Sure, she had seen Luke in a tux before, but it felt like now she was really seeing him. And damn, the view was good.
A/N: I know, I know. I suck, sorry cliffhanger! I'm making it my goal to have the next chapter finished up tonight and posted either tonight or tomorrow! And it will be longer than this one, and yes, the whole evening will be included in one chapter. So please review! Suggestions are greatly appreciated. And now it's time for the shameless self plug. Please read my other two stories, Cause and Effect and The Inevitable. Both are LL stories, though they are both very different. Anyway, plug over! Thanks for reading! Rachel.
