Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls, but I do own Vanessa Gilmore and Angie, Ginger, and Justin. They are made-up by me, so they're mine. Also... if you are for the whole Logan/Rory thing... don't kill me that I broke them up. I love the Logan/Rory thing, but it's for the sake of my story.
Time Fer Some Yuppie Ass-Whoopin'
Rory and Lorelai sat on the couch that night, eating their weight in junk food while Luke and Vanessa decided to have Dad-Daughter time.
Dad-Daughter time was something they hadn't planned in years. Luke was always busy at the diner and Vanessa hit puberty. But when they did have Dad-Daughter time, it was always accidental. Like if Vanessa had a bad day, she'd go to Luke and complain while they did some crazy project that Taylor made them do for the town, like painting really crappy birdhouses that they purposely made extra crappy. The birds didn't give a shit what the hell it looked like, just as long weasels didn't eat them or whatever.
Tonight was one of those nights except Vanessa decided to help Luke out at the diner. It was rather empty for the evening, but then again it was those lazy-hazy-crazy days of summer.
Vanessa sat behind the register, playing doughnut hockey with Justin. She was kicking his butt.
"I've never played doughnut hockey before," Justin informed her for the 100th time.
"It's not that hard. I'm just glad I didn't have to warn you that this could get messy," Vanessa replied, pointing to his apron.
"Yeah, well, I figured that one out for myself," Justin shot back, running a pale hand through his messy dark brown hair.
"Ladies and gentlemen, he actually has a brain!" Vanessa announced to Kirk.
"Hey! I'm not a lady, no matter what Jess says," said Kirk, stabbing at his mac and cheese.
"As if I give a crap what Jess thinks," Vanessa snarled, shoving the doughnut into Justin's lap.
Justin made a mark on a napkin. "That's another point for you."
"I told you, you never challenge a Gilmore or a Danes or a Gilmore-Danes to doughnut hockey," Vanessa told him.
Luke came out and saw the game in progress. He turned to the young boy and said, "OK, you gotta go, Justin."
"Aw, but Dad, I was kicking his ass at doughnut hockey," Vanessa whined.
Justin took off his apron and said, "Well, I gotta go anyway. See ya later, kid." Vanessa wrinkled her nose. She hated it when he called her "kid." He was seventeen, and she was almost sixteen. No reason for him to call her "kid."
Luke turned to Kirk. "Kirk, get out."
"Why?" Kirk asked.
"Because, Kirk, it's closing time," Luke explained.
"But I'm not done with my mac and cheese!" Kirk exclaimed.
"Kirk, I'll get you a to-go container," Vanessa told him.
"Yeah, but by the time I get home, it will be an ice cube," Kirk whined.
Vanessa growled, "I'll get you a plastic fork so you can eat it on the way home."
Kirk shook his head, "No, no, it's fine." Hurrying out the door, Vanessa rested her head on the counter and announced, "Finally. He's out of our hair. Well, my hair, because yours is thinning."
Luke sarcastically stated, "Gee, thanks kid, I feel ten years younger."
"Well, I do what I can," Vanessa replied. As Luke counted the money, Vanessa asked innocently, "Dad?"
Not looking up, Luke responded, "Yeah kiddo?"
"What do you think is gonna happen with Rory and Amanda?" she asked bluntly.
Luke stopped for a moment, thinking of how to answer the question. He sighed, put the money back in the register, sat across the counter from his daughter, and truthfully answered, "I dunno, kiddo. I really don't know."
"Logan seemed like a good guy," Vanessa stated.
"Yeah he did," Luke said. "He's damn lucky he lives in Hartford, otherwise I would kick that little Yuppie's ass!"
"Dad, calm down," Vanessa sleepily replied.
Luke snarled, "It's my turn to kick that little Yuppie's ass."
"Or we'll be the father-daughter Yuppie ass-kicking team," Vanessa suggested.
"Rid the world of evil BMW-driving, Grey Poupon-eating Yuppies," Luke added, smirking.
"I can see it now." Vanessa put on a stuffy voice, "Excuse me, do you have any Grey Poupon?" Turning back into Vanessa, she cried, "Then we come in and POW! Take that, Yuppie!" Vanessa then thought of something. "Dad, since Rory married that Yuppie, does that make her one too?"
"No, too many non-Yuppies love her," Luke answered. "She couldn't be one even if she tried."
Just then the phone rang. Vanessa grumbled, "You can answer it. I'll just nap on the counter, with visions of stupid Yuppies in my head."
Luke nodded and answered it. "Hello? Oh, hey hun. How's Rory? Oh... sleeping? OK... well, Vanessa and I are just hanging out here... OK... uh-huh. Sure, I'll still be here. OK... love you too. Bye."
"Was that Mom?" Vanessa croaked.
"No, telemarketer," Luke sarcastically answered.
Vanessa ignored his causticity and replied, "OK."
"Sweetie, Mom's coming over and she and I are gonna talk. We sort of need you to leave," Luke said.
"Fine!" Vanessa boomed jokingly. "I see how it is!" She stood up and left.
It was pretty cold that summer night. Vanessa crossed her arms over her chest and tried to keep warm. She hurried across the street and hurried down a little road by the lake. She prayed that no one else would be there.
God didn't like Vanessa too much that night. Neither did Karma, the Buddha, or anything like that who controlled fate.
There stood Jess, just standing and staring into the water. His dark brown hair fell slightly into his piercing eyes. Any moron with half a brain could tell he was deep in thought; probably thinking about Rory. But for once in her life, Vanessa didn't feel any hate towards him. She rather felt sympathetic towards the man who was still an angsty teenager at heart.
Without even looking over, Jess barked at Vanessa, "What do you want?"
"Nothing. I just came here to think," Vanessa simply stated, sitting down where she was. She dangled her feet over the edge of the bridge and told him, "Luke and Lorelai are having a talk at the diner, so they kicked me out. Rory's moping at home, so I decided to give her some alone time. And I needed time to think about... stuff... so I came down here."
Jess looked over. "Rory's moping?"
Vanessa nodded.
"Over what?"
Now it was Vanessa's turn to snap. "None of your damn business."
Jess put his hands up in the air, as if caught by the cops. (which was probably normal for him, she thought) "Hey, I was just wondering."
Vanessa looked at her feet, debating if she should tell him. He had always cared about Rory and maybe he needed to know in case Rory bit his head off if their paths should ever cross.
Or maybe not.
"Is she OK?" Jess questioned.
With the slight flip of her hair, Vanessa said, "She will be. She's Super-Rory."
"She may be super, but she's still human," Jess informed her.
Vanessa glared at Jess. She started, "Look, I've told you this before: She and Logan-" Then she realized Rory would never take back Logan after what he did.
"What's with the sudden stoppage?" Jess asked, egging Vanessa on.
"Nothing," Vanessa snapped, crossing her arms again, looking away from Jess.
"Is there trouble in paradise? C'mon, Ness, you can tell me," Jess questioned, eager, and walking closer to Vanessa.
Vanessa looked up at Jess and yelled, "Yes, there is trouble in fucking paradise because Logan was cheating on Rory when all she did nothing but love him with all of her heart! So Jess, I told you. Are you happy now!"
The second Vanessa realized that she just did that, she slapped her hand over her mouth. Jess stood there, shocked, eyes wide and mouth agape. "What?" he managed to choke out.
Vanessa begged, "Don't make me say it again."
Jess exhaled sharply, looked at his shoes, and shook his head. Then, after a long awkward silence, he looked up at Vanessa and questioned, "Wanna push me into the lake for being so nosy?"
"You don't mind?" Vanessa asked meekly.
Jess shook his head. "Nah. I deserve it."
With a smirk on her face, Vanessa snapped, "You sure as hell do." She put her hands on his shoulders, then, with all of her might, pushed Jess backward into the lake and started walking away. Jess hollered to her, "See ya later." Without turning around, Vanessa waved.
A/N: OK, because I am a lazy bum, I'm going to start posting only a chapter a week. I like to write WAY ahead and make you suffer. D haha kidding. It just makes my life easier. So... yeah! Until next Thursday! (8/11)