Transition…

A/N: I realize it's extremely short but I made it sort of a transition to the next chapter. Hope your enjoying it so far.

P.s. Thanx for all the reviews! I really appreciate it!

That night as I walked home alone I couldn't stop thinking how the girl I met no more than twenty-hours earlier had had such an impact on me. The thoughts of Lorelai had me thinking of Rachel. We'd been together for two years and the spark our relationship had when we first met seemed to be burning out. Lately, she'd seem distant. I would look over at her during class and find her staring out the window, she'd seem lost. I heard her talk of leaving Stars Hollow and traveling the world, I guess small towns weren't her idea of a life.

I arrived home later than I expected. We lived in an old Victorian down the street from the store. My mother always told me it still felt like a dream that she was living in the enormous house. She grew up in a small house in the suburbs of Boston. When she was eighteen she decided to travel and achieve her dream of being a fashion designer. When her idea took a huge turn for the worst she got lucky received a job for a musical in New York. My father was the carpenter on the set and actually met my mother by falling through the ceiling of the dressing room she was working in at the time. They were married a month later. They went for twenty-five years before she died. She said there was an "instant connection." I didn't know what she meant until I met a gorgeous brunette named Lorelai Gilmore.

The next day was Saturday. I met Sookie at Weston's for breakfast and we decided to go ice skating at the lake. When I got back to the inn, I got straight to work. I started doing dishes in the kitchen then moved on to clearing tables in the dining room. I eventually began taking orders.

"The stalker special?" I asked the guy sitting at a table in the back.

"Sure." He replied with a smile, "Only if it comes with cheese."

"What are you doing here?"

"Having lunch, how bout' you?" Luke replied after taking a sip of the ice tea one of the other servers must've brought him.

"Working"

"Great, now I'd like a chef salad, ranch dressing, please." He went on as if he hadn't noticed the situation was bothering me.

I sighed. "Coming right up." I went into the kitchen and picked up his food. "Eat quickly. I work for another hour and I don't need the distraction."

He laughed. "So now I'm a distraction?"

"Yes." I swallowed my pride and asked him to dinner that night. He happily accepted, ate his lunch, paid, and left.

That night my mother actually helped me get ready. She made a big fuss over the proper attire for the evening. I wanted to wear jeans and a cute t-shirt but she insisted I was to wear the sun dress that I'd had bought the week before. I gave in and wore the dress. I even let her do my hair. After I did my own make-up and did another mirror check, I heard a knock at the door from the other room.

"You're unusually early!" I shouted through the door.

When I opened the door the person that stood on the inside of the frame wasn't who I expected.

"You didn't have to dress up for my sake." The boy staring at me smooth talked.

The deep voice, curly red-brown hair, and height of a towerbelonged to none other than Christopher Hayden.


A/n: I'll continue soon…I promise! Until then "Answer the Pepperoni."

"Mel Brooks is never on Charlie Rose and when he is he's talking about Nazis and then you go to sleep and you dream about Nazis and they all look like Nathan Lane and then your creeped out for weeks."