Alright, chapter two up and running. And in record time too! I mean I just posted this, right? I don't think I've ever updated so fast. lol. Don't execpt this to be a regular occurance, I'd hate to be chased by an angry mob so soon in life. But I guess eariler would be better then later, considering the speed and aglity needed. I mean an old and feeble me being chased by an angry mob? Well, it might be like a Senifeld-like chase, but just not as exciting and fast pased. Sorry, getting off topic.
Miss-Lionesse: I don't nesscarrily agree with you that Rory is going to have a more complicated life, I think their lives are going to be equally as complicated, but this isn't going to be a Lorelai-centric fic if that's what your getting at. Those bug the death out of me. Thank-you for the review.
ProFfeSseR: Thanks for the catch about Lorelai's name. I was typing fast and didn't pick up on what I did, I'll have to change that. Again, I don't need to be chased by an angry mob just yet. Let me get more in shape first, then I'll alert the same media that Paris Hilton released that press statement to so the whole world could know that her and Nichole Richie were no longer friends and release my very own statement declaring myself ready and prepared for the hunt. lol. Sorry, I'm rambling. Thanks for the reivew.
crazyfic: I felt bad making Rory out to be such a villian, but I needed something to trigger Lorelai's thoughts thus creating a dream sequence of course, and it was between that and making Rory get in a car accident which I figured was just too over-used. Thanks for the reivew.
Also thank-you to: Rusty-Bedsprings, Pokey, and angeljunkie.
Note: This chapter begin's Lorelai's dream sequence. You've been warned, now no complaining of confusion.
"If you cannot get rid of the family skeleton, you may as well make it dance."
(George Bernard Shaw)
Lorelai jerked her eyes open to the annoying beeping of her alarm clock. It was that dull, mundane, incessant beeping that would push Ghandi over the edge, and had slowly been wearing down her little bit of sanity she had left. And besides that little annoying fact, it was way too early for her to be up anyways.
She was supposed to drive into Connecticut today. To speak at some high school about her career as a journalist for the New York Times. A dream job, for a dream life really.
"Too early, babe," she heard her boyfriend, Alex, mumble sleepily, as he reached over and covered his ears with his pillow.
She kissed him lightly on his forehead, "Sorry, didn't mean to wake you, sweetie."
"Ugh, just turn that thing off!"
She reached over and complied, "Better?"
He lifted the pillow off his ears, "Almost," he smiled hopefully.
Lorelai leaned down and gave him a proper good morning kiss, "Better?"
"Much improved."
"Alright then, I'll be back tomorrow night. Try to get Trixie out of here by at least then, and this time don't let her leave her tacky red pumps behind. Major tip-off."
"You're hilarious, has anyone ever told you that?"
She gasped mockingly, "I thought my wit was the first thing you fell in love with!"
He smiled faintly, "You are quite witty."
"I've heard," she smiled, "I gotta get going if I'm gonna be to that school in time."
"What school?"
"Stars Hallow High School. It's some small-town high school out in the middle of nowhere, but conveniently located just an hour away from my parents house."
"I'm sorry."
She shrugged, "As long as they don't find out I'm there, I should be okay. I doubt my parents would visit such a rustic place. And by rustic I mean shit-hole by Emily standards."
"You're moody in the morning."
She smiled, "Love ya, babe."
"Love ya, too, Lore."
She leaned down and kissed him one more time, before she pulled herself out of their bed. She walked over the couple of feet to their large dresser, and pulled out a pair of travel clothes for the day. She wouldn't be speaking until tomorrow, it didn't matter what she looked like, she just had to look sexy enough to get away with a traffic ticket but be able to be cramped up in a car for a couple of hours rocking out to who knows what.
Alex was already snoring again by the time she had finished getting dressed and made her way into the bathroom. They had been dating for almost a year now. It was conformable. They were good for each other. And he truly did love her. She just couldn't figure out what her problem was.
Whatever or whoever she met in her life, she was always unhappy. She was surrounded by people constantly, but couldn't help but feel lonely. She had her dream job, lived her dream life. Everything was perfect.
But apparently perfect has its blemishes.
She studied herself in the mirror, and let her mind fall back to the place she tried to prevent it from going but where it most wanted to be. She would be sixteen now. In a couple of days actually. The sixteenth. Not Lorelai, no, she was a work-a-holic thirty-something. No, Lorelai's so-called mistake. The kid that her parents had convinced her to give up.
And every once and awhile, Lorelai found herself studying her face, wondering if her little girl looked like now. Sure she had seen her child as a baby, but things were bound to change. Did she have Lorelai's eyes? Her nose? Did she have Lorelai's bubbly personality? Or was she a loner?
She couldn't be a loner. No. Not with Lorelai and Chris behind then genetic engineering wheel. No, she'd be a people person. And smart as a whip too.
Lorelai shook her head, pulling herself back to reality. She shouldn't keep thinking about that. But today was different. She couldn't help but hold out hope for a glimpse of her little baby. Well, she wouldn't be a baby anymore.
The day she was born, she was adopted by a family in that was living in Stars Hallow. She didn't know if they were still living there, but she could hope. That was the reason she had agreed to give this speech. In fact, she had been ecstatic at the opportunity, even if her expression maintained an annoyed 'if I have too' opinion.
She pulled back her hair into a tight ponytail, and didn't bother with any make-up. If she got caught speeding, she could use a challenge. Going in make-up-less certainly was something she had never tried before.
With that, she took one more look at herself, then walked out of the bathroom, turning off the light behind her. She walked back into the bedroom, and grabbed the suitcase from the end of the bed that she had the foresight enough to pack the night before, and surveyed the room one last time.
"Love you," she whispered at Alex, doubting that he'd actually heard her, "Bye."
He sort of mumbled in response, she shook her head. He could have slept through a nuclear war if given the opportunity, but would wake up to her alarm clock. She would never understand that man.
Satisfied that she had completed every task she needed (minus her daily coffee needs, that could be filled on the road), she walked out of the apartment and into the brisk New York morning, a small, hopeful smile on her face.
Luke Danes had never cared much for the high school crowd. Sure, there were a few exceptions, but not enough to redeem the group as a whole and the majority of the ringleaders (as he liked to think of them as) had decided to gather at the same exact moment in his diner. Of all places, they had to pick his diner.
He usually didn't mind the morning crowd, they were kinda quiet, it was a nice way to start off his day. But no, the high schoolers couldn't stand to be quiet. If they were quiet for one second their brains, wait scratch that, heads might explode. They didn't have brains left. Those were killed off by the massive alcohol, drugs, bleach, and overly strong perfumes that were supposed to attract people. Not make them lose their sense of smell.
"Okay, Luke, listen up," Rory Grayson, one of the few high school students he could possibly stand, walked back over from the hostile territory (he almost felt guilty about sending her in, but it was his diner any they were her peers).
"What's up?"
"We'll need seven coffees, over to table three,"
"You numbered the tables again?"
She smiled guilty, "Yes, it's a system. You need a system. And I still say you should reorganize these tables to make them more feng-shui."
"Just keep going with the order."
"Aye, aye captain," she smiled brightly, "Alright so those seven will have coffees, then at table five they all want water, something about carbs and fats and stuff, I really wasn't listening it was a very 'A Cinderella Story' moment I didn't care to repeat."
"Anything else? Actual food this time, maybe?"
"Well table five has considered it a sin to eat anything besides water, and table seven will have one plate of scrambled eggs, a plate of pancakes, which four of them intend to share mind you, and a side of bacon."
"And how long do they intend to sit there?"
"Ah, who knows? If they choose to go to school, which is a big if mind you, they'll be gone in about," she glanced down at her watch, "Twenty minutes. If not you could be stuck with them for anywhere between a half hour to several days depending on the amount of illegal substances in them."
He shook his head, "Jesus," he mumbled angrily, "And you can't do anything to hurry them along? Like go and do your homework or something in front of them, maybe that'll inspire them."
Rory looked at him like he was a crazy man, "Sure thing, Luke. That's what kids these days are inspired by. Others their own age doing homework. They totally see the error in their ways. Why did I not think of that before. You should go on Oprah. Seriously, now. Think about it."
"Oh, ha, ha," he grumbled and handed her the coffee pot, "Go give them their coffee, super genius."
She smiled again, and took the coffeepot, "You know, if they decide to stay, you won't be able to use me as your buffer. Sooner or later you'll have to face them."
He shook his head, "I'll send Kirk on them."
"Cruel man. Scaring them out of their seats," she made a tisking noise, before she turned around and began serving the seven their coffees.
He watched for a second, feeling the same pang of guilt that he had felt before about sending Rory to the lions den, but it never was big enough for him to save her. With a small shrug, he walked back into the kitchen to make the orders. It would be his record time for cooking length, his goal was to get them out of his diner as soon as possible.
He cracked the eggs onto the stove, and plopped some of the frozen bacon next to it. He was not about to extend any food separating courtesies to this crowd. As the bacon sizzled, his eyes darted back up to the small window looking out at his diner.
Rory walked around like a madwoman, serving people coffee, taking orders, giving checks, and above all else just being Rory. That loveable little kid he'd seen grow up over the years. When Seth and Allison Grayson had first announced their plans for an adoption, he couldn't help but be skeptical. With that melting pot of kids they could end up with anything, screw the whole nature vs. nurture debate, those kids were coming from ten billion different backgrounds that usually weren't the best or the brightest out there.
But he had to say they got lucky with Rory. And he couldn't help but feel pity for the parents that had decided to skip out on the experience.
The rank smell of burning bacon reached his nostrils, triggering a small little smirk on his face. If that didn't teach them to go away he didn't know what would.
"Yo! Rory!" He called through the window, "Order's up!" He shoved the bacon and eggs on one plate, and some of the pre-made (and growing cold he noted with pleasure) pancakes on another plate, then placed them on the metal ledge of the window.
"Hey Luke," she called back to him as she walked over to get the plates, "This is my last one, alright? I gotta get to school a little early today!"
"Sure thing, you know school comes first. You're dad would have my head if otherwise," he teased.
She grabbed the plates, "This is a courtesy severe that I except to be remembered in my weekly paycheck this time around," she reminded him, "I could I have left fifteen minutes ago, but I figured that for your own good, and I guess for the good of the kids that you would have ripped their heads off of, I should stick around a little longer."
"Bye Rory," he smirked.
She smiled, "See ya Luke," she turned and walked towards the table, stopping only long enough to set down the plates, then continued her way out the door and straight towards Stars Hallow High School just across the street.
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