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The second Lorelai Gilmore stepped off that bus, she knew things were going to be different. Granted she wasn't as far away from her parents as she would have hoped, but as a poor sixteen year old, Stars Hallow was as far away as she could have hoped, but it would do.

She stepped off the bus, head held high armed with nothing but a small blue suitcase she clutched in her right hand. She surveyed the sight in front of her, beautifully planted trees lined the streets, quaint little shops lined the streets, and the atmosphere just seemed more peaceful. More slow paced even.

She cracked a small smile, maybe her lack of money was a way of God apologizing for her parents and her unbelievably harsh reality check. This was everything she could have ever hoped for. It was the simplest of all terms: beautiful.

She rubbed her growing stomach gently with her free hand, "I think we're gonna like it here, kiddo," she whispered to the baby growing inside of her.

She'd never really gotten over that. She had this little copy of herself and Christopher growing inside of her. Something she'd made herself. This kid was gonna be perfect. There was no doubt in her mind.

"Oh, my goodness! How far along are you?" A rather large woman stopped in the middle of the street, smiling broadly and staring at Lorelai's stomach in awe.

"About six months, give or take a couple of days," Lorelai replied smoothly turning her stomach away so the woman couldn't touch it. She'd always hated that. What in the world was people's obsession with touching pregnant woman's stomachs in the first place? It's just another stomach. Maybe it had something growing inside of it, but that was besides the point.

"Oh my, you look amazing for it. I haven't seen you around before? Are you new in town?"

Lorelai nodded, "Yeah, just got here today," she lifted up her small suitcase for the woman to see. "Hey, could you tell me where a girl could find a grocery store around here?"

"Ah, yea, sure dear. It's just right up over there," she pointed into the town square to a small little store, "That's Taylor's place, I'm sure you'll find whatever you need there, sweetie."

"Thanks," Lorelai smiled, "Well it was nice talking to you."

"Patty, most just call me Miss Patty though," she slipped in, "If you ever want dance lessons for that kid of yours, I'm the girl for you!"

"Alright, thank-you again, Miss Patty."

"And what's your name, dear?"

"Lorelai, Lorelai Gilmore."

"Lorelai, that's a pretty name."

"Thanks," Lorelai shifted her eyes back to the small mart Patty had pointed out earlier. She could hear her stomach growling she needed peanut butter. Chunky peanut butter. And a banana. A banana and chunky peanut butter. She could barely contain herself from whacking the woman with her suitcase then making a run for the grocery store.

"Well, I'll be seeing you around then, won't I, hun?"

"Yes, yes, you will!" Lorelai smiled, happy to be out of the conversation. "But I really need to get to the mart, what the baby wants, the baby gets."

Patty smiled and chuckled a little, "See you then."

Lorelai nodded and gave another small smile, then she made her way across the small square towards the grocery store. She walked in the general direction of the point, until she found a small little store with green awnings colorfully labeled 'Doose's Mart' in gold letters on the window.

She walked inside a woman on a mission, her eyes scanned wildly for any trace of her chunky peanut butter and bananas. She stalked the isles slowly, until she finally came across the peanut butter tucked neatly next to the jelly on isle three.

With cat-like reflexes she ran over, or rather hobbled, over to her prey, and scanned for her chunky peanut butter.

"Smooth, smooth, smooth," she mumbled to herself scanning the various brands, "Dammit!" She could almost hear the glares she received from that comment, mothers covering their small children's ears and whispering words of disapproval to the other mothers.

Lorelai chuckled softly, "Dang it. I meant dang it. Bloody mood swings, right?" The mothers just shook their heads and sulked off in the opposite direction. "Well I tried," she mumbled to herself as she stormed up to the front counter with a renewed fighting spirit.

"Can I help you, miss?" A cherry balding man chirped from behind the counter, obviously not catching on to Lorelai's current mood.

"Yes," she said slowly, "There must be some mistake, down there on isle three?" She pointed over to where she'd previously been.

"And what might that be?" He asked worriedly, "Whatever it is, I'll be sure to get it fixed pronto!"

"Well you see, it's funny really," she forced another chuckle, "You seem to be out of chunky peanut butter."

"Ooh," the man laughed, "Is that it?"

Lorelai nodded, "Now if I could get that peanut butter, and some bananas, I'll be out of your hair!"

"Oh dear, I'm sorry, but we don't carry chunky peanut butter. Not a very large market for it here in Stars Hallow you see, we actually lost money on it."

Lorelai's jaw dropped, "You what?"

"We don't carry it," he repeated boldly.

"Are you fricken kiddin' me!" She shouted again, and again received glares from people around her, "WHAT! I didn't swear that time!"

"Look, miss, I'd be glad to sell you the bananas, but we don't have chunky peanut butter, I'm sorry. We do have a large selection of the smooth peanut butter, if your interested."

"No! I'm not interested in plain peanut butter! Plain peanut butter is like just Ricky and no Lucy! It's okay but it's not what you tune in to watch the show for! You wanna see Lucy and Ricky! Don't you dare take away my Lucy!"

"Look, I'm sorry, but,"

"I'm sorry! You, my friend, are supposed to have chunky peanut butter, it's like a law or something! You can't just sell the smooth! What happens when a hyped up pregnant chick wants chunky peanut butter! Do you just push her out the door without her peanut butter! That's like you're saying to the baby, 'Starve you stupid little child, you! Starve until you get better tastes in peanut butter!' Are you gonna make my kid starve?"

Lorelai must have looked like a woman possessed while she stood there and screamed on about babies to this man she'd never met before in her life. But in her defense, it was his fault. Nobody should ever deny a pregnant girl something. They may have an abnormally large stomach, but they can still do some permanent damage if you egg them enough.

The man just stood there and blinked, "Well, I, umm," he mumbled out.

"Yeah, well you ahh, yea!" She mocked him angrily, "Now where the hell can I get some chunky peanut butter and bananas!"

"Look, miss, I don't know how they do it where ever you come from, but here in Stars Hallow young people such as yourself are not allowed to insult their elders."

"I'm not insulting you! I'm insulting the guy that decided to not carry the chunky peanut butter! Bring me Taylor! Miss Patty said this was his store! It's a same assumption that Taylor made the peanut butter decision!"

"I'm Taylor Doose," he grunted out angrily, becoming fed up with Lorelai's antics. "And yes, I did make the executive decision to not carry peanut butter unaware that Miss Queen of the Universe would be coming in here demanding her chunky peanut butter!"

"Yo! Taylor! Just give the girl her chunky peanut butter!" An angry male voice yelled from behind her, "I know you still got some in back!"

Lorelai whirled around to see the man yelling in her favor. He was maybe two or three years older then her, dressed in a lumberjack plaid shirt, worn jeans, and a blue baseball cap turned backwards. She felt herself being to choke up, damn mood swings, "Thank-you," she mumbled out, "Finally, somebody's on my side!"

"Erm-yea, don't get all sentimental and stuff. I really just wanted to pay for my food and get out of here," he lifted up a liter of coke and some chips sheepishly.

"Here," Taylor mumbled angrily, thrusting out the can of chunky peanut butter towards Lorelai.

She turned back around and smiled happily, "Thank-you, and the bananas?"

Another man walked up to her, he looked about the same age as the plaid man, and handed her a small grouping of bananas, "You know we don't get many girls like you through here," he commented.

"Well you're stuck with me now," she smiled, "Alright, so Taylor my boy, how much is that?" She bent down and set her suitcase on the floor next to her, then shoved her hand into her pocket looking for her small supply of loose change.

"Four fifty, including tax," he mumbled, "And you're gonna have to find another supplier for your peanut butter cravings, this is my last one, scouts honor."

"Bullshit, Taylor!" The plaid man shouted out again, "You've got a whole stock room full of them!"

Lorelai turned back around to face him, an amused grin on her face, "Right on, plaid man!"

"Lucas Danes! I don't think your father would approve of that kind of language!"

Lorelai shoved a clump of one dollar bills and a large supply of pennies on the counter, "There you go, thanks for the peanut butter and bananas, me and my child thank you. And no I don't think I'll be needing a bag." She bent back down and picked up her suitcase and turned around, "Thank-you again, Mr. Danes, my hero in training," she mused in a heavy southern accent as she made her way through the store.

"Err, well, umm," he mumbled out shyly, his face turning an interesting shade of red. It was probably about the same shade as Taylor's, but most likely for a different reason.

Once she had made it to the door, she turned back and added, "You'll be my hero in shining plaid shirts in no time if you keep this up!" She smiled brightly, that intoxicating smile that had gotten her here in the first place, and slipped out the door before he had a chance to react.


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