pOnDeReSqUe: OK, let's not get overboard with the nitpicking. :P Anywoo, I like your suggestions, but no. And for the unbuilt-up characters, I'm trying to keep my story realistic and sometimes in real life, there are people like that. Not to sound like a Buddhist or anything.
ProFeSseR: I like tea too! I'll give you tea then!
Katieanna & JavaJunkiE006: Thank you! And I will update!
Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls, but I do own Vanessa, Angie, Ginger, Katy, Nadia, and Justin. They are made-up by me, so they're mine. I don't own "pie day," either. My school does. (Don't ask.)
Worst Pie Day Ever
Vanessa opened the door to reveal Rory and Jess making out. She let out an "Oh my God" and the two separated immediately.
"Holy shit," Vanessa whispered, debating whether to cover her eyes to keep her mind from burning that image in her head or her mouth to keep her from throwing up.
"Vanessa! What are you doing here?" Rory asked as Jess tried to wipe lipstick off of his face.
"I was going to use the bathroom. What are you doing with him!" she asked, trying to not freak out.
Rory fumbled, trying to find the right words to say. "Well, I, I mean we, he just– we were just – we weren't doing anything!"
"Oh yeah? If you guys weren't doing anything, then I'm the freakin' Tooth Fairy!" Vanessa exclaimed, freaking out now. "You realize you guys are technically related! We're not hicks, you know!"
"Don't tell Mom, Vanessa! She'll kill me!" Rory begged.
"Well, no wonder! You're sucking face with your step-cousin!"
"Why can't you just be happy for her, Ness?" Jess snapped.
Vanessa looked over at Jess. "Ex-cuse me?"
"I said, why can't you be happy for her!" Jess started to actually yell now. "She actually found someone she puts up with and you get pissed off because you don't think I'm good enough for her!"
Vanessa didn't know what to say. So she stormed out, heading back to the festival. She told Ginger in confidentiality what she had discovered, so they went back to the house while Lorelai and Katy tried to win more lime green poodles. "You'd think they were trying to start a stuffed lime green poodle farm or something," Vanessa had said.
Vanessa didn't want to admit it, but Jess had hit the nail right on the head. She didn't think Jess was good enough for Rory. But he had a point: They did love each other and he would give Rory anything to make her happy.
Wait a minute...anything!
"The kid!" Vanessa exclaimed.
"What kid?" Ginger asked, stuffing a stale Pop-tart into her mouth.
"You know Rory's pregnant, right?"
Ginger nodded.
"Well, what if it isn't Logan's kid? What if it's Jess's! OH MY GOD!" she hypothesized in horror. "OH MY GOD!" She stuffed a Cool Whip-covered pop-tart into her mouth, as if that could save her now. It was satisfying in the moment, though.
Ginger patted Vanessa's arm. "There, there. Don't jump to conclusions just yet. I mean, Rory's one month pregnant, right? So if this is just a recent fling, it's probably Logan's kid."
Vanessa took a deep breath. "Yeah, you're probably right. It's probably just a recent fling."
Just then, the doorbell rang. Vanessa groaned. God, when will that Yuppie learn! Rory doesn't want him anymore! She threw the door open and dropped her jaw.
"Vanessa, it's rather rude to just stare at someone with your jaw agape," Emily informed her.
Pushing her jaw closed with the back of her hand, Vanessa squealed, "What are you doing here!"
"Vanessa, you know that's not a proper greeting," Emily informed her, as if it were common knowledge. "And what is that awful shirt you're wearing?'
"It's the B-52s. They're one of my favorite bands," Vanessa told her, pulling on the bottom of her shirt, as if telling it that it was still her favorite.
Emily scoffed, "Well, it's hideous. And work on greeting people."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Vanessa started sarcastically, "My grandmother just show up on my doorstep, no phone call, no notice, no nothing, and I'm not supposed to be shocked?"
"Are you PMSing?" Emily questioned.
"Maybe," Vanessa snapped.
"Where is your mother?" Emily asked, her patience wearing thin.
"She's in town. She's at the festival. I was there earlier, but now I have a headache," Vanessa stated. "So if you don't mind, I'm going to go get some Advil." She tried closing the door, but Emily stuck her foot in and stepped inside. Ginger, who heard the start of World War III, took refuge in Rory's old room, closing the door quietly.
"Huh." Emily pulled out her cell phone and started dialing.
"Are you ordering a pizza? 'Cause I heard the pizza industry these days really suck," Vanessa notified.
Emily ignored her granddaughter, waiting for Richard to pick up, "Richard, I'm at Lorelai's. No, she and Vanessa were at a festival."
"The Asian food industry is sublime, have you tried that? You really should, you'd love it," Vanessa suggested, knowing that she was clearly in over her head.
"Were you informed about this? No? Oh, really?" Emily raised an eyebrow. "Thank you, Richard." With that, she slammed her cell phone shut.
"Oh, no, not the eyebrow thing," Vanessa murmured to herself.
"You know what day it is, Vanessa?" Emily asked insidiously.
"Uh, pie day?" Vanessa guessed, hoping she would sound sweetly clueless.
"It's Friday, Vanessa. And you know what that means. Friday night dinner. So I expected you, your mother and father, maybe Rory and Amanda to show up. But of course, you aren't there."
"We called. Actually Rory did," Vanessa explained. "All she got was a maid."
Emily let out a laugh. "A maid? I don't mingle with the maids, let alone ask them if anyone has called. I just hire them." Vanessa crossed her arms tightly across her chest and looked away as Emily continued. "You know, I'd expect this from you and your mother. But Rory wouldn't have done this."
"What the hell does Rory have to do with this?" Vanessa snapped.
Emily simply stated, "She would have called back."
"This is the worst pie day ever," Vanessa mumbled under her breath.
"Excuse me, young lady?" Emily asked.
"Sorry Grandma, but Rory has been going through some really rough times right now in case you haven't heard!" Vanessa barked.
"Of course I haven't heard! No one tells me anything around here!" Emily cried.
"Well, I wonder why!" Vanessa sarcastically shouted, rolling her eyes and throwing her arms up in the air and marching towards the kitchen.
Emily followed her granddaughter in awe. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"You know perfectly damn well what it means!" Vanessa screamed, whirling around. "Maybe if you don't walk around and bark like a military officer all the time and maybe if you actually took the time to actually talk to your maids, you would get the message that we couldn't have made it tonight or that Logan had been cheating on Rory and that she's pregnant with kid number two and you actually expect her to come to Friday night dinner when all she wants to do is sit around and eat ice cream and watch some sad movies on TV!" (Wow, what a run-on sentence.) Vanessa took a deep, shaky breath and took a step back. She tried not to look Emily in the eye and tried not to let any tears fall down her face.
Emily just stared at her more outspoken granddaughter in shock and awe just as Lorelai and Katy burst into the house, laughing like crazy. Lorelai spotted her mother and said happily and cluelessly, "Hey Mom, what are you doing here?"
"I was just leaving," she responded, keeping a stiff upper lip and a emotionless gaze on Vanessa. With a turn on her heel, she marched out of the Gilmore-Danes residence and back to her car.
Lorelai watched her mother leave, then turned to her daughter in confusion. "What was that all about?"
Keeping her eyes on her shoes, Vanessa shook her head and shrugged. Just then, Ginger burst out of Rory's room and asked, "Is she gone?"
Lorelai eyed her daughter and stated, "Nessie, you got some 'splaining to do."