Lorelai new this time she had messed up completely. Just one moment and everything had become difficult.
What should I tell Rory? "Hey hon, your best friend and I have made out after discussing the Gina Gershon day." Until now only my mother is feeling that I'm a disgrace to her, but now also my daughter will feel this way. And what to tell Luke? "Sorry, as you motioned Paris I freaked out, 'cause I kissed her the day before."
Lorelai sighed heavily as she stopped her car in front of the Dragon Fly Inn. Inside Sookie was ordering workmen around.
"Hey Lorelai, you're here and you're late today, that's not like you. What happened?"
"Just a bad night," Lorelai muttered. Sookie was too busy to ask any further. She paced into the kitchen, after three men who carried her favourite, long awaited stove.
Lorelai stood in the middle of the entrance hall that was full of busy people. Nobody seemed to notice her with her inner confusion. Good, at least nobody can see that I've kissed another woman. Sookie came back out of the kitchen.
"Well, how to say Lorelai," she began. "It seems, in all this hurly-burly we have ordered two small tables, but I only need one occasional table in the kitchen, because there is already a lot of work space. I think it wont be possible to return one of the small tables, it were special offers."
Lorelai pursed her lips and looked at her friend. "No problem," she said.
"But we have bought a spare table, it was a waste of money and remember? We're always short of money."
"I'll bring the table to Rory. In their apartment in Yale a table is exactly what's missing."
"But I thought Emily has furnished her living room in Yale?"
"Yeah, but she missed the table. You know for the feet, pizza, remote control and stuff."
One hour later Lorelai was in Yale. Bringing the table to Rory would give her the opportunity to speak to Paris. She only had to catch her alone. None of the girls was in the apartment. It seemed, that all had classes this morning. Lorelai stood in the living room and tried to decide where to place the table.
Look at yourself, girl. Under a silly pretext you came to Yale like a teenager who is trying to catch a glimpse of her love crush. Lorelai sat on the couch in the living room, the couch that Emily Gilmore had paid. Wow, it's really luxurious. I'm sitting on the world's biggest marsh mellow. My mother might be responsible that my daughter has the least hip and cool apartment of the hall, but nobody can blame her that she is responsible for Rory's backache. Wait, these weren't my initial thoughts. Ok, Paris, girls and kisses. Hey, why I'm thinking in the plural? It was just one girl and one kiss. So what's this all about? Am I really attracted to Paris Gellar? To gals in general? I've never considered myself as this type of woman. Perhaps just because of lack of opportunity? But I did loved Christopher, Max Medina and Jason Stiles, don't I? Maybe the kiss was just an impulsive reaction to somebody being tender to me? Oh my goodness, is this the true nature of kissing? Just nerve reactions, that stimulates the hypophysis?
Suddenly the door swung open and Rory entered the room.
"Mom! What are you doing here?"
"Hi Rory, I brought a table."
"I think we have already enough furniture here." Rory surveyed her mother curiously.
"Yeah but no such table: scratch-resistant, easy-to-clean."
"That was exactly what was missing," Rory answered mockingly.
In this moment Paris entered the room.
"Hey, Paris, you here! What a surprise!" Lorelai uttered. She stared at Paris and made wild eye movements in direction of the door. Paris answered with eye movements in direction of Rory. Rory herself looked puzzled from her mother to her friend. Lorelai jumped up, went behind Rory and fumbled in her hair.
"There it is: a leaf in your hair. Paris and me saw it at the same time. Must be from the big old trees ion the campus." Lorelai hold her clenched fist up.
"Mom it is winter! There are no leaves on the trees, so there are no leaves falling down into my hair."
"Obviously this leaf doesn't know it was supposed to fall down earlier." Lorelai looked triumphant at her daughter.
"Show me the leave in your hand," Rory challenged.
"No! We don't know what such a leaf that has decided to stay half of the winter on the tree is planning. We should not free it."
"Sometimes you're really stressful. See, I have work to do. I think you should bring your scratch-resistant, easy-to-clean table to Luke. I bet he can make use of it. Unlike one of us he is cooking a lot."
"Rory, you have always such fantastic ideas."
"I know and please take Paris with you. She's such a jerk this morning. You both are! I need silence, I need to be alone," Rory said a little bit aggravated.
"Right ladies. We'll see at home. Seems the heating system isn't working anytime soon," Lorelai stated.
Rory smiled resigned. "Oh yeah we can order large amounts of junk food and watch films."
Lorelai and Paris drove in silence for some time until Lorelai decided to break the silence.
"Now?" she began.
"Now what?" Paris replied.
"Now a lot! I want to talk. What's about you? Do you frequently go around and kiss the mothers of your friends?"
"Hey, you have kissed me first."
"Nah, don't be so nitpicking."
"It was the feeling," Paris started.
"What exactly do you mean?"
"Yesterday I felt again affection and warmth coming from you. I felt the same way myself. And then there were these films…"
"You blame Gina Gershon?"
Paris was not letting distract her. Looking straight through the front window of the car she continued: "Breakfast at Tiffany's created such a romantic atmosphere. And yes, Gina Gershon on your table told me you also see women in a different way. The moment you smiled at me and kissed me on my temple I was certain about the nature of your affection towards me." Now Paris turned around and faced Lorelai. "And I still am. There aren't so many persons who like me honestly. I recognize them."
Lorelai opened her mouth to speak, but it took several seconds until the first word was coming out. "What do you mean with again?"
"C'mon Lorleai. You remember Chilton, when we sold the tickets for the final ball? And the first day at Yale?"
"Oh, the ticket selling! You mean, when we were sitting at the counter and you ordered me to open my shirt, to enhance the selling. And you looked down my dress. Well it tells something about you, a lot in fact, but nothing about me."
Lorelai glanced over to Paris, who stared down on her shoes. She looked hurt.
"You embraced me," Paris said calm.
Lorelai sighed. "Right, and you were clenching your fists and stiffened incredible."
"What does this tells you?"
"That you panicked, that you felt uncomfortable, 'cause of unexpected body contact."
"And you told me to relax. You just paid not attention to my defensive behaviour. Though you are a gorgeous woman I never really thought about the meaning of all this, until yesterday, until Gina Gershon." Paris smiled her enigmatic smile; a sparkle was in the corner of her eyes.
Lorelai nodded and smiled warily. . "I knew Gina Gershon was a mistake. When I was standing in the video library and took the films I thought 'This girls is radiating really bizarre vibes.' I should have known."
"So you also blame Gina Gershon?" Paris lifted an eyebrow.
"At least it wasn't sweet innocent Audrey."
"So what's your explanation?"
"To be honest, Paris, I don't know, hm, well, you looked so…and I felt…" Lorelai swallowed. This is not you. Lorelai Gilmore always finds the right words. Words that are sharp like a samurai knife, words that are hilarious like Will&Grace on Ecstasy.
"You looked so longing for compassion and love and I felt with you, that's why I…" Lorelai stopped again, not knowing what to say.
"Normally I don't analyse feelings, I just live them. You know I'm Lorelai Gilmore. 20 Years I thought I should find Mr. Right, before my tight ass is hangin' down to the grass and now I end up kissing another woman. I just don't know what to say."
For the rest of the drive to Stars Hollow they both quiet.