A/N- Yay! You love it, don't you? I'm glad. Next chapter, I like this one especially.

To gilmoreaddict and Winnifred Smith: Touche.

Chapter 4

"Oh God, that movie so blows." Tristan exclaimed.

"Blasphemer!" I cried. "That, my ignorant, simple-minded friend, is a cinematic gem! It's pure gold! It's—"

"Filth," Luke interrupted. "I agree with Tristan, it's total crap."

"Rory," I turned to my blue-eyed daughter. "We are surrounded by ignoramuses."

"They're sucking the life out of us. They don't understand true art." Rory said with over-dramatized tragedy. Inwardly, I smiled. I have taught her well.

"And we're marrying them!"

"What will we do?"

"We must teach them!"

"But how?"

"We must sit them down and make them watch Miss Congeniality over and over again until they finally get it into their heads that it is a fantastic movie."

Both men groaned as they took long swigs of the half empty beer bottles in their hands.

"Fine, fine. What do you wanna watch then?"

We were over at the Gilmore Girl household and we were looking through the extensive collection of movies, searching for something to interest our testosterone filled better halves.

"How 'bout The Patriot?" Luke suggested.

"Ah yes, the bloody tale of the American Revolution is sure to break the long monotony of the crappy romance movies." Tristan said with enthusiasm.

"And we get to see Heath Ledger's butt!" Rory yelled.

Tristan looked at Rory and said, "Never mind. Let's watch The Hunchback of Notre Dame."

"What, so you can lust over that temptress with loose morals? Ha, I don't think so." Rory replied.

"It's an animated Disney movie!"

"Your point is?"

"Never mind." Tristan said with an eye roll. But he still smiled at her.

"How about we just don't watch a movie," Luke said. "I think it's time we go eat dinner anyway."

"Luke, it's ten o'clock," Rory said, looking at her watch. "No place is open now."

"We could make dinner." Tristan suggested.

"What?" I asked sharply.

"I meant we could order out," Tristan amended quickly.

"That's better," I said, as a warning smile spread across my face.

Rory was already in the kitchen pulling out the sheet of takeout numbers. "Italian?"

"We had Italian last night," Luke replied.

"Greek?"

"Too salty," Tristan said while flipping through a magazine.

"Chinese?"

"Makes me bloaty," I called.

Everyone raised their eyebrows at me while I shrugged. "Come on. Don't tell me you're not affected by the MSG."

"How about Indian?" Rory asked brightly.

"NO!" We all yelled.

"Fine, be that way," she pouted.

After ten minutes, we finally decided on Gramma's World Famous Chicken Fried Steak. Thirty minutes later, Kirk arrived on our doorstep in a red striped hat and polo shirt with black trousers holding out our order.

"Thank you for choosing Gramma's World Famous Chicken Fried Steak." He said in his monotonous voice. "Please consider us again in your future meal plans."

"Hi, Kirk. What's with the hat?"

"It's part of the uniform, Lorelai. Don't knock the hat, it's the spiffiest part of the ensemble."

"Wow, that's…kind of sad."

"Well, when my employer is a senile old woman who thinks that I look like Frank Sinatra, then it's bound to sound pathetic to most people."

"No I wasn't referring to the hat, I was referring to your use of the word 'spiffiest'." I said while trying not to snicker.

He just stared at me for a little while, then turned around and said sarcastically, "Good night, Lorelai. Don't call again."

"Sure thing, Blue Eyes," I shouted at his retreating back, while giving a mock salute. I walked in with the food and put it on the coffee table. Immediately, we all began pulling pieces of chicken, scooping spoonfuls of mashed potatoes, and buttering rolls and stuffing it into our mouths.

"Do you know the guy at the door?" Tristan asked after swallowing his mouthful.

"Tristan, this is Star's Hollow," Luke said. "Everyone lives within a ten mile radius of everyone else."

"It would be very difficult if we didn't know someone in this town," Rory added while taking a sip of water.

"Okay, then who was the delivery guy?"

"Kirk."

"He's a delivery boy now?" Rory asked, trying not to let any food slip out of her mouth from laughing so hard.

"Yeah. And his employer fondly refers to him as 'Frankie'." I added with a big smile.

"How old is this guy?" Tristan asked.

"Eh…thirty, I think." I replied.

"And he still works for fast food restaurants?"

"And he also lives with his mother," Rory piped in.

"What self-respecting man would do that to himself?"

"He's had a very sheltered life." Rory informed him.

"He's also going through a sort of depression because a certain diner owner wouldn't hire him as a waiter."

"Hey, give me a break! He'd scare away most of the customers, not to mention would try to hit on the female ones."

"That and you couldn't pay his pension."

"I had to buy your damn ring."

"Which is still inferior to my own daughter's."

"Do you want me to exchange it?"

"No!"

"Then stop complaining."

"Fine," I pouted as I bit into my chicken.


I woke up the next morning, my mind blissfully clear. I ran downstairs to wake up my daughter, but instead, I found her at the coffee table already sipping a mug of coffee looking over bridal magazines.

"I wanna do something today!" I announced happily.

"Good for you," She replied absently.

"Hey, let's go dress shopping!"

She looked up and said tentatively, "Uh, hey, Mom, I wanted to talk to you about the wedding."

Sensing something, I replied, "Yes…?"

"Well…" She started hesitantly. "Tristan and I were talking about it last night and…"

"And what?"

"Um…well we were thinking that maybe we could have a double wedding. You know, you and Luke and me and Tristan."

"What?" I asked, shocked.

"Well, don't you think it would be nice?"

"But you were supposed to be my maid of honor! And I was supposed to be yours!" I cried. "We were supposed to have really nice toasts, and then we were gonna dance together and be happy for each other on separate days!"

"I know, I know," Rory said miserably. "But don't you think it would be really sweet? Mother and daughter getting married on the same day? Tristan really likes the idea, and to tell you the truth, I do too."

"Rory, I've been dreaming about your wedding day my whole life…and I wasn't supposed to get married at the same time!"

"Please, mom? Just promise me you'll think about it?"

I pursed my lips and said, "Fine."

"Oh, and by the way, we're going to bring Luke and Tristan to Friday night dinner again. Now it's my turn to announce my engagement."

"Okay. I'll tell Luke today."

We paused for a moment looking at each other. "What do you wanna do today?" I asked quietly.

"Well actually, I have to go to work and finish this really big article."

"And I have to go to the inn."

"No you don't, it's your day off."

"Well I might as well now, you're abandoning me."

She got up and kissed me on the cheek. "See you tonight, mom."

"Bye."


I walked into Luke's Diner and plopped my purse on the counter tiredly. I slipped my shoes off and let them fall with a loud thunk on the floor. "That is the last time I ever listen to Star Jones." I announced disgustedly.

"Rough day, huh?" Luke asked as he poured me a mug of coffee.

"I swear, how many times can Michel call a customer a fat bastard with no fashion sense? I ask you."

"Well, Michel's just a bitter man who hates the world and everyone who lives in it," Luke said as he rubbed my shoulders.

"You're telling me," I replied as I banged my head on the counter.

I took several calming sips of coffee, then said, "Oh, by the way Luke, you have to come over to my parents' house again."

He dropped his note pad on the counter with his mouth open wide. "What? You can't make me go through that again."

"Luke, it's Rory's turn to announce her engagement, okay? Please? She'd really like it if you were there."

He groaned whiningly.

"You and my father can talk business again." I sang.

He paused for a moment and sighed. "Alright. I'll come with you. And this time, we are not discussing the Three Stooges on the way there."

"Fine. Rory and I will talk about Miss Congeniality." I whispered as I leaned forward and kissed him on the lips.


I ran to the door as soon as I heard the bell ring. Standing in front of me was my beloved Luke Danes. I frowned as I looked him up and down. "You can't possibly wear that."

"Why not?"

"You wore that last time we were over there."

"No I didn't."

"Yes you did."

"How do you remember these things?"

"Is Tristan here yet?" Rory called as she ran down the stairs.

"Rory, do you see something wrong with this ensemble?" I asked as I gestured flamboyantly to Luke's clothing.

She frowned and said, "You wore that last time."

He threw his hands up exasperatedly and said, "Well then what do you suggest I do?"

"Wait right here." I said as I ran upstairs. Two minutes later I came back with a nice, button-down shirt with vertical pink, pale pink and white stripes. "You can wear this instead."

He glared at me and said, "Lorelai, I'm not wearing anything that's pink."

"Yes you are, you can't possibly wear that again."

"Why not?"

"Luke, if Rory and I remembered, how do you think my mother will take it?" I asked with my eyebrows raised. "And as I remember, you're already on her testy side."

Luke thought for a moment and said, "Give me the shirt."

He took off his sports jacket and his plain blue button-down shirt and asked, "Where did this shirt come from, anyway?"

"Jason left it here months ago."

Luke gave me that thin lipped look whenever the matter of one of my exes came up. "What?" I shrugged. "Are you seriously threatened by a guy who wears pink?"

"I'm wearing your ex-boyfriend's shirt!"

"But it's pink."

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