Too Young For This
Rating: PG
Written by: Me... Gina!
Disclaimer: I DON'T own any of theGilmore Girlscharacters or storylines or ... whatever!
N/A: This fic has also been posted on the WB boards, where I am ... again, shopaholic90 ... So don't think I stole this from her, it's me! I've adjusted a few words but other than that ... yep! PLEASE REVIEW! If I don't get reviews, I'll find it useless to write another chapter! So pretty please?
Chapter 1
Lorelai dumped her handbag onto the countertop and jumped onto a stool. She grabbed the bell and 'ding'ed it a few times.
"Waiter!" She cried. "Waiter! I need my liver pork mulligan stew and chardonnay!"
On cue, Luke appeared, wiping his hands on his apron and not looking impressed. Lorelai beamed at him, fluttering her lashes in mock innocence.
"First, I am NOT a waiter. I am a humble server who could be at Wall Street but has warm heartedly chosen to feed the little people. And SECOND, what, in the name of all that is compensatory, is a liver pork mulligan stew?"
"I don't know. It was a spur of the moment comment! Kids do that nowadays, you know. You need to keep up with the times, old man!" She replied defensively.
"You're a kid? And I'm an old man? I'm an OLD man?" He repeated incredulously.
"I am a kid. In comparison to Elizabeth Taylor. Lollipops, boys, giggles and glitter!" She said to prove her point.
"You're Elizabeth Taylor's kid, Mom?" Rory piped up as she took a seat next to Lorelai. "Gosh, grandma will be heartbroken. First the inn, next is France?"
"Ha ha. Forgive my weak and non-believable laughter." She looked back at Rory, then at Luke. "IS Liz Taylor in France?"
"Isn't Liv Taylor from New Zealand?" Rory quipped.
"No! I mean, wait ... Was she?"
"You two need to get out more. Somewhere where there isn't a TV or a magazine kiosk in sight. Like Belgium." Luke grabbed his rag and turned around to leave.
"Oh, and waiter, get me a 2-creamed, 3-sugar-cubed coffee!" Lorelai said with an annoying little flutter of her fingers. Luke turned and shot her an annoyed look. She smiled in amusement back and turned back to Rory. "So, what's up?"
Rory took a moment to look up over exaggeratedly and lower her head to look at her mother.
"Looks like it's the ceiling."
"That's deep." Lorelai said before popping a mint candy in her mouth.
"I know! They should write a book on the deep meanings behind simple comments." She lifted her hands and mimed showing each word of an invisible book title in the air. "'What does "that's hot" REALLY mean?'"
"Ugh. Paris Hilton."
"Yes." She mimicked. "Ugh!"
"But seriously, got anything planned for today? I was thinking you, Sookie, and I could go and to that new restaurant that's opening for lunch. But if you're 'too cool' to hang out with your outdated mom and her inhumanly cute friend, then ... " She shrugged.
"I'm not 'too cool'. Although I HAVE been told that I am 'very cool'. And no, I haven't got anything planned. Well, I was supposed to have a phone time with Lane, but I guess that's crossed off the list. I mean, you can talk to your best friend since who knows when any time you want, right?"
"Right!" Lorelai said happily. "Unless the fat cats at Telus decide that we don't deserve the privilege and honour to have our own phone lines, thus we move to New York, where you can steal things like phones and get away with it."
"Mom." Rory shook her head. "Your imagination bedazzles me more than sometimes."
"I know," Lorelai tilted her head adorably. "But that's why I was wanted to play the hooker in the city play, right? Because I'm imaginative? I hear that's what people like in voluptuous women these days!"
"Your coffee, Madam Uptight." Luke said tonelessly, placing a cup of coffee in front of Lorelai. "And an iced tea for the young lady." He put a tall glass of Nestea in front of Rory.
"Did you hear that? I'M the young lady and you're the Madam of Uptight!" Rory said in a jokingly conceited way and took a sip of her drink from the straw. Lorelai mocked her with an unentertained smile and grabbed her coffee.
Lorelai drank her coffee as Rory sipped her tea. She looked at her daughter as she demurely held her cup and stared back at her.
"So, ah ... " She said, lowering her mug. "How are things between you and Logan?"
"Logan? Who is this Logan you speak of?"
"Seriously, are you guys okay? Still recovering from the family freak-show that is my parents?"
"Actually, no. Well, I mean, there was nothing to recover from." Lorelai gave her a 'look'. "Okay," Rory admitted guiltily. "Maybe there was a little bit to recover from, but we got over it pretty quick! He took me out for a good old-fashioned American burger and we drank with the good old-fashioned American fizzy drink."
"Ah," Lorelai sighed reminiscently. "I remember back when I could drink good old-fashioned American fizzy drinks without worrying about my hips. Soak in your youth, my dear, it'll go away like THAT!" She snapped her fingers.
"Like THAT!" Rory imitated, snapping her fingers as well.
"Like what?" Luke inquired as he took the third spare seat at their table.
"Like THAT!" Rory said, repeating her mock.
"Heyy, you can't fraternize with the customers. You could get fired." Lorelai said with a poke to his chest.
"I OWN this place." He reminded her.
"And what a responsible man you are that if you indeed did such a heinous crime, you would fire yourself!"
"Fire myself?" He repeated bleakly. "Why would I fire myself?"
"Because you'll soon be a diner convict."
"Like THAT!" Rory chirped with a snap.
"Again, with the snapping. Why is she snapping?" Luke said tonelessly, looking at Lorelai for an answer.
"Well, I ah, um ... You see, I have a very logical response to that, but I'll need some time to organize it out into letters that will soon form into words which will become sentences -- "
"-- Which will become a Lorelai rant." He finished for her, standing up. "Okay, I think I've had my share of 'customer fraternization'. Gonna go cook."
"You cook, mister." Rory said encouragingly.
"And that, I will." He said with a small salute and left for the kitchen.
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Rory sighed and glanced at her watch. He's late. She thought thoughtfully.
"I'm late!" Logan voiced her thoughts from behind her. She turned around to see him smiling his boyishly charming smile. "I'm late." He repeated, then pulled her into a hug. "I realize that. It's just my Lit. teacher kept me in after class to go over my essay on political affairs."
"Ooh. Good?" She asked after they pulled apart and began walking hand-in-hand.
"Pretty good. she kept saying things like 'You have such promise' and 'I see a bright future ahead of you, young man'."
"Oh! Oh, that's great!" Rory beamed. "Look at you, all promising and young man-ish!"
"Yeah, yeah." He glanced over at her then stopped, facing her. "Hey, so, um ... Is my dad treating you okay at your new job? Because I know he can get a bit fussy or ... not at all so, which can make you feel a bit out of the process ... "
"No, he's -- That's scary how well you know he has that effect."
"When the man's your father, it's even scarier."
Rory smiled and squeezed his hand. "He's treating me fine. Seriously. Very nice. I'll give him coffee and he'll say 'thank you' and everything. None of that 'what, this is black? I asked for latte!' stuff many rude people are seemingly picking up nowadays. Or maybe that's just TV."
"You're getting his coffee for him? He's making you get coffee for him? I'll talk to him." He immediately said, grabbing his cell phone.
"No!" Rory grabbed his mobile away from him and gave him a stern look. "I'm more than coffee gal. I go to meetings and ... and stuff."
"Important stuff?" He asked immaturely.
"Very important. Sooo important."
He looked skeptical, then grinned and nodded. "Okay. Very/so important is satisfying. Now, may I have my phone back?"
"Ooh, but it's pretty. I think I'll keep it."
"You can, if you want. I can get a new one."
"I was kidding! You're being so sweet I'm getting a cavity!" She shoved his phone back in his hand. "Take it! You too-nice boyfriend of mine, you!"
He paused, looking down at the phone. She looked down at it too, sharing the awkward moment with him.
"I'm sorry." She said.
"For what?" He asked, raising his gaze in surprise.
"I said the 'b' word."
"You did not!"
"The OTHER 'b' word."
"Hey," He said, pocketing his phone and taking her hands again. He raised them up and kissed her on the fingers. "Don't worry about it, Ace. You think I'm going to worry about being called a title that I'm supposed to be? When I become king of the world, I can't flinch every time someone calls me 'your majesty', right?"
Rory grinned at him. "King of the world?"
"Yes, don't you crush my childhood dream."
"I won't! And a great king of the world you'll be!"
"Thank you. I like to think so."
