Disclaimer: (Goes for last chapter, too... I forgot) I own nothing. Well, I do own some stuff... but not anything Gilmore Girls related. Darn.
Hey! No, this story hasn't been fully abandoned. My new (well, not so new anymore) job and school have sapped most of my energy and general creativeness. Plus, senioritis is setting in big time, and it's seeping over into other areas of my life. Not good. But you don't really care, do you? Didn't think so.
Anyway, hope this chapter clears up people's questions about who was speaking at the end of the last chapter. Sorry it's so short, but... blah. See above. Suggestions for storylines and constructive criticism are always appreciated; anything to get me motivated to write some more. Enough of my rambling already. On to the story.
Rory-
"Don't you think he's a bit young for you, Lorelai?" What is going on? Who is Jess talking about? Wait...
"Age is all relative, don't you think, Lorelai?" He did not just say that! What am I thinking; of course he did, this is Tristan we're talking about here.
"I... I..." Wow. My mom is even at a loss for words.
I break the somewhat awkward silence, "Tristan!"
"Mary."
I look around. My mom is just smiling now, thoroughly amused by the situation. Or maybe it's just the look on Jess's face, which I have to admit is pretty funny. I start to giggle, and I can just see the questions forming in Jess's head, which just serves to set me off even more. I can't think of anything better to get under Jess's skin, which is just fine by me. Let him get a taste of his own medicine.
Hmm... why not; I'll play along. "Well, I'd appreciate it if you two kept this relationship to yourselves, or I might be scarred for life."
"Whatever lets you sleep easier at night. You know, you could have had me, but I've moved on to the next Lorelai Gilmore. Try to contain your devastation." Arrogant as ever.
"It'll be difficult, but somehow I think I'll be able to pull through." I say with an eye roll and sit back down at the table.
Jess is still standing there staring at the three of us. He should know by now that we're never serious, but he seems to be a little shocked at this scene, jealous, maybe. He shakes himself out of it and stalks out of the diner.
"That was priceless." My mom's laughing.
"I don't think I've ever seen you keep your mouth shut that long before." I say to her. Serves her right; she didn't even try to correct the Spawn of Satan. It was funny, though. The look on his face... and there go the giggles again. "I really shouldn't... be laughing... about this."
"Glad I could amuse you, Mare." I shoot him a look and calm myself down. It's been an interesting day already.
Out of the corner of my eye, I notice the townspeople seem to be honing in on our table, looking in from various places not too far from the diner. Apparently trying to be inconspicuous; like that will ever happen. Mrs. Patty is on her cell phone. That can't be good.
I told you it was short. A HUGE thanks to all my reviewers out there, it really means a lot to me. (btw, 100 reviews! Yay!) Hopefully the next chapter will be up sooner than this one was.