Disclaimer: I don't own anything...yet!! But I don't hate the WB anymore, so that's good! They're finally getting their brains back...I'll bet they've missed them! *sighs and smiles at the thought of Jess really returning*
A/N: Hey peeps! :) I just wanted to warn you that this is the last chapter that I'm doing in Rory's POV, I wanted to start it out in her POV because of the whole Jess leaving thing.
Also, I just wanted to say I'm sorry to Stew Pid, Tye (soo sorry), Katie19, I'M SOOO SORRY! I forgot to list you guys in the thank you's because I had to go by memory, which I can't remember if I told you guys that or not. But I did, so I missed a few names and I'm sorry! But I wanted to thank you guys too! Thank you for the reviews! I'm sorry I forgot to list you! It wasn't because I was being rude and just wanted to exclude you, I just wanted to tell you guys that and apologize for not putting you in the a/n! I'm sorry, and thank you!
Okay, now, Shana, I know! I'm the same way! I HATE when Jess leaves...which brings me to question why I did it, but we all know that I love Jess way too much to actually get RID of him. So, all's well! Plus, this way I too have a story where Jess leaves!...Well, if you count Back In My Life, I guess I already did....but since that was completely future fic and he didn't leave in the actual story, I didn't count it. Thank you sooo much for your review!
Just A Reader: Yay!!! I'm sooo glad you reviewed! You can ask my mom, I was just considering writing a note to you in an update of a story you reviewed and ask if you were still reading, because I missed you! *hugs you* Thank you! I'm just soo glad to know you're still reading!
Also, Luke Rules, I don't have spell check, and I tried looking it over again and I did see about 4 words that I was typing too fast and missed a couple of letters (you know how sometimes the letter just doesn't show up) and I type the wrong way (looking at the keyboard instead of the screen) so that's why there are a few mistakes, and I'm sorry, I try to catch them but I can't catch them all, so I'm sorry in advance for any slip-ups that I make! I'm glad you're enjoying the story!:)
Again, thanks for the reviews, all of you, and I'm sorry that I missed you to the the people that I did miss!:(
Thank you ALL for your reviews! I love them! I love you! I like the story, I guess time will tell if I love it, which since I seem so generous with saying "I love____" you'd think that would be an immediate thing, but I've already said I'm weird *shrugs*. Hope you guys like it!
This chapter's kind of...blah, but that's only because it's still...not happy. But, the black eye thing sure made ME more happy!:D
**
The next morning I walked out of my room and towards the livingroom. I stopped at the end of the hall.
"Hi," Mom smiled.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Whatever you want." she replied, "We can wallow, or go shopping, or we can attempt to bake something like Sookie, you know, if you really want to we can even listen to a Britney Spears CD."
"Britney Spears?" I asked. She nodded. "Mom, I'm deserted, not blonde."
"Well, what do you want to do?" she asked.
Go to California. "Egg Jess' car, but since we can't do that, let's go get breakfast."
"Okay, Al's?"
"Yeah, I'll go get dressed." I went to my room and got dressed, then I walked back into the livingroom. "Ready,"
"Okay, let's get going." We walked out of the house.
I looked around once we made it to the town square. Maybe this wasn't the best idea. "My life without Jess, day one." I mumbled to myself.
"What's that?"
"Oh, nothing. What should we do after Al's?"
"Well, I highly suggest wallowing, now before you say no," she held her hand up as to stop me, "Remember what happened last time. The results of not wallowing are very bad. It's one bad day of crying and eating ice cream and watching movies that you can erase from your record once you're over...it."
I shocked her with my reply, "Okay,"
Her jaw dropped a little, because she was expecting to have to fight a little more like last time, but this wasn't last time. And it wasn't Dean. It was Jess. She closed her mouth, "Good,"
We went to Al's, I was glad we went there instead of Luke's. Then there's the townspeople, if they don't already know, they will soon. They had to, they're bound to notice Jess missing.
I just stared absently into my coffee. Mom tried a couple times to make conversation, but I wasn't feeling very talkative, so it didn't work very well. When we were done, we were walking back through town when I suddenly stopped dead in my tracks without Mom even noticing and tried to walk away fast.
"Hey, we need to get- Rory?" She turned around, "Rory?"
It was too late to get away though, Shane had already seen me, like I needed another reminder of Jess.
"Rory, where-? Oh," she noticed Shane.
Shane glared at me, "Hey freak, long time no see."
"Well, I'll consider myself lucky. Move out of my way please."
She didn't move though, "Why? You look unhappy."
"Shane, I'm really just not in the mood."
"Aw, why not?" she feigned concern.
"None of your business. Move." I ordered.
"Ooh, she's getting bossy." she taunted with a smirk.
"Rory, honey, come on," Mom said.
"What's wrong? Did Jess finally leave you?"
"Oh no, no. You did not just say that."
"Honey, come on," Mom said again.
"No, not yet," I said, "I'd like to see how many more low blows Blondie has."
"Sweetie, we really-"
"You should've known he'd leave you once he got bored, that's his way."
"Hmm," I shook my head, for a couple of reasons, one was that I didn't really want to cry or something like that. And two, because I needed to reamain calm; but I was starting to see why Jess and Dean were always at each other's throats.
"You know, he never relly cared about you in the first place." she said.
"That's it,"
"Rory-" Mom started, but stopped in shock with her eyes wide and jaw touching the ground.
I punched Shane. Yes, I, Rory Gilmore, punched Shane.
"Ouch! What the hell's wrong with you, freak?"
"Nothing, I fell MUCH better now," I turned to Mom, "Let's go,"
"Okay," she said quietly and followed me, still not entirely sure of how to act.
"Maybe I wasn't ready for public yet," I finally said.
"Yeah, I'd say that's probably a safe bet. I can't believe you punched her," Mom said, stifling a smile.
"Neither can I." I said, rubbing my knuckles.
"That was kind of cool," she said, trying to cheer me up.
"Yeah, I've been wanting to do that since September." I admitted.
We walked in silence the rest of the way home. When we finally got there I spoke, "Maybe we should've wallowed first."
"Yeah, Shane was the un-Rory reaction instead of Tristin."
"Yeah," I agreed, but I couldn't feel anything. For the rest of the day we wallowed. Then, that night I went to my room and sat down on my bed. I grabbed a notebook and pen and propped myself up against my headboard. Then I wrote a letter to Jess. I couldn't actually send it, because "Jess Mariano, California" wasn't enough information. And even if I could send it, I'm not sure that I'd even want to. Once I'd filled the front and back of two sheets of paper, I folded them up and put them in an purple envelope. Then I took the envelope and put it i my bookshelf.
*
The next morning we got up and I decided we should go back to Luke's. It's not like I could stay away from Luke's forever, now's as good a time as any to go back. So, we went. Luke was glad to see us coming in again. So glad, in fact, that he voluntarily gave me blueberry pancakes with sausage, bacon, toast, one of every muffin he served -including chocolate chip- and pretty much any other food I asked for. Then for desert he brought doughnuts, Danish, and apple pie. And the best part was, we got all the coffee we wanted without complaint. When he came to refill our coffee, I couldn't keep my mouth shut any longer.
"Luke?"
"Yeah?" he asked, attentively.
"Um, has he called to say he made it there okay or he's almost there, or...anything?"
"No," he shook his head slightly.
"Okay," I went back to my silence.
*
After school, I went home and did my homework. It was strange not seeing Jess before school this morning. I didn't realize just how accustomed to seeing him every morning I was to seeing him every morning. I was sitting there staring at my text book when I stopped and pulled a clean sheet of paper out of my binder. I decided to write another letter to Jess, to tell how strange it was not seeing him this morning and to tell him how much I missed him. I had just finished when Mom got home.
"Wilma, I'm home." Mom called out.
I folded my letter up, "Okay Fred, dinner's not ready."
"Whatcha doin'? she asked.
"Homework," I answered, grabbing a white envelope and sliding the letter in it. "I'll be right back," I said. I took the letter from the bookshelf and the one I'd just finished, and put them in my Jess box, then I slid it under my bed.
*
Thursday after school I couldn't stop thinking about Jess. I hadn't written him a letter lately, not since the one I had written Monday. I needed to get my mind off Jess, I was going to turn the radio, but the last time I did that the song was called "I Miss You" and I figured that would happen again, so I decided against it, seeing as how that would completely defeat my purpose. So, instead, I went in the kitchen and got the stuff together to make brownies. As Mom pulled in the brownies were done; I pulled them out and sat them on the stove.
"Mmm, something smells good, weird, kinda like I kjust walked onto the set of Martha Stewart, well, without all the inside stock tips and stuff. But, what are-" she stopped dead in her tracks and her jaw dropped, "Those are brownies! How did those get there?" she asked, wide eyed.
"Our fairy godmother dropped them off." I answered.
"Who knew she did housecalls?"
"She must be updating her services, she even used a laptop for the ingredients instead of a magic wand."
"Can I ask you something?" Mom asked, looking at me, a little more seriously.
"Can you- well, your mouth can open and when that happens words usually come out, even when people don't want them to. So, I guess if your brain told your-"
"MAY I ask you a question?" she corrected.
I smiled, "Yes, you may."
She smiled back, "Well, Miss Teacherlady, why the sudden domestic streak?" she asked.
"What are you talking about?" I turned to the sink to rinse out the bowl that I used for the brownies.
"Well, yesterday you organized our movies in alphabetical order, in different catagories, including '80's Classics', 'Strictly Mocking', 'Scary Movies', and a miscellaneous section for the ones that didn't fit into any of those catagories. Today, you MADE brownies. You baked. You, a Gilmore, put ingredients together, mixed them, poured them, and then you put them in the oven. Then you took them out without burning yourself." she said.
"Many millions of people do that everyday." I said.
"Yes, and while those people are charming in a Donna Reed meets Sara Lee kind of way, we are not a part of that number of people."
"I'm an independent woman, and I wanted a brownie, no big deal."
"When we want brownies we call Sookie. Or Luke if we want a lecture with them."
"Mom, I didn't make chocolate `eclairs from scratch, I just made brownies. From a box. It's just a brownie."
"The helpful fairy?"
"No, the Betty Crocker,"
"But why did you make them?"
"I just wanted to," I replied. Drop it.
"Uh huh, for no reason?"
"In remembrance of my Donna Reed days."
"And you're not doing this because of...?"
"I have to go take a shower."
"Rory, honey-"
"By the time I get out the brownies should be cool enough to eat." I walked down the hall to my room and grabbed my clothes. Then I went to the bathroom to 'take a shower', but actually I just wanted to cry. No, I needed to cry.
*
Friday after school I went straight home and started my homework. I finished most of it by the time Mom got home.
"Honey, are you here?"
"In my room," I called back.
She walked in, "Hey, babe,"
"Hey," I replied, not looking up from my screen.
"Plotting to take over the world?"
"No, I have to gather information about Stars Hollow and some interesting facts about its history."
"Oh, fun, fun,"
"Homework," I explained.
"Ah, I see,"
"Yeah, I'll be in there in just a second," I said.
"Okay, well, I'm going to go shower."
"Okay, I'll get dressed."
*
We showed up at Grandma and Grandpa's house for our regular Friday night dinner. We rang the doorbell and waited.
"I don't think they're ever going to answer," I said after a minute.
"Oh man, that sucks. Oh well, we tried," she turned to leave.
"No, maybe they didn't hear the doorbell." I suggested.
"Or maybe they did and and don't want company,"
I rang the doorbell again, "Yeah, right,"
The door opened, "Hello, girls. I swear, Edith wouldn't know a doorbell if I hit her in the head with one; I'm starting to consider it." she shut the door behind us.
"Uh, hi, Mom," Mom said looking at me.
"You can't find a decent maid these days." she continued as she led us in to sit down. "Do you remember Lily?" Grandma asked Mom.
"Lily?" Mom questioned.
"Yes, she was our maid when you were 11, you don't remember her?"
Mom stared at her, "I was 11,"
"Well, I liked Lily,"
"Hi, Grandpa," I siad when I sat down.
"Hello, Rory,"
"All right, enough about maids," Grandma said, "How are you girls doing?"
"Fine," I said a little too quickly.
"Oh, yeah, me too," Mom agreed.
"Rory, how's school?" Grandpa asked.
"Good,"
There was a short silence.
"Why are we being so quiet?" Grandma finally asked.
"No reason," I said.
"Is everything all right?" she asked.
"Yeah, Rory even made brownies." Mom said.
"I didn't know you could cook," Grandma said.
"Well, I didn't either." I said, "So, Grandpa, are you going to be travelling soon?"
"Oh, no, not for a couple of weeks." he replied.
"Lorelai, how's work?" Grandma asked.
"Good," she said.
"Oh," I smiled, "Tell her about what happened Wednesday," I said.
"Sweetie, Grandma doesn't care what happened Wed-"
"What happened?" Grandma asked.
"Well, some guy that was staying at the inn got locked in the bathroom in his room," she said.
"Yeah, then it turned out he was claustrophobic, he kept trying to open the door, until finally he ended up pulling the doorknob right off. It was horrible," I said smiling.
"That's awful," Grandma said.
"Then, the guy went and told Michel off once he finally got out of the bathroom," I added.
"But, we let him stay an extra night for free, so everyone was happy." Mom said.
"How did he get locked in? Aren't your rooms safe?"
"Yes, Mom, our rooms are safe," she said.
"Then how did he get locked in?"
"Because, the doorknob was defective," Mom said.
Time to change the subject, I decided. "So, didn't you guys go to a party at the country club?" I asked.
"Yes, we did," Grandma replied.
"How'd it go?" I asked.
"It was lovely," she said.
"If that's what you want to call it," Grandma said
"Oh, Richard," she fought a smile.
I half smiled, "What happened?"
"Oh, a friend of mine, Victor, his son is on some baseball team, oh, what was the name of that team? Well, anyway, he says he's really good, and he did nothing but brag," Grandpa said.
"Richard, you've been friends with Victor for years,"
"Is his son on a famous team?" Mom asked.
"Yes. Emily, what was the name of that team his son plays on?"
"I don't know, I know nothing about the game," she said.
"The Dodgers! That was it." Grandpa remembered.
My heart and face instantly fell. Dodger. I didn't hear very much of anything else that they said for the rest of the evening. How could I pay attention to them? I couldn't stop thinking about MY Dodger.
*
A/N: Hi, sorry, it's not as depressingly sad as the last chapter, but it's certainly not happy. Next chapter...well, you guys will probably still hate me, but I swear, if you hang in there, it will get much better! Just one more chapter where you won't like me, and I won't like me, no one will like me, but THEN I go back to being me!:D
Personally, I can't wait! PLEASE REVIEW! PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!!
And see, I am getting back into improving on the time between updating stories thing *nods proudly*. that's gotta count for something, right?
A/N: Hey peeps! :) I just wanted to warn you that this is the last chapter that I'm doing in Rory's POV, I wanted to start it out in her POV because of the whole Jess leaving thing.
Also, I just wanted to say I'm sorry to Stew Pid, Tye (soo sorry), Katie19, I'M SOOO SORRY! I forgot to list you guys in the thank you's because I had to go by memory, which I can't remember if I told you guys that or not. But I did, so I missed a few names and I'm sorry! But I wanted to thank you guys too! Thank you for the reviews! I'm sorry I forgot to list you! It wasn't because I was being rude and just wanted to exclude you, I just wanted to tell you guys that and apologize for not putting you in the a/n! I'm sorry, and thank you!
Okay, now, Shana, I know! I'm the same way! I HATE when Jess leaves...which brings me to question why I did it, but we all know that I love Jess way too much to actually get RID of him. So, all's well! Plus, this way I too have a story where Jess leaves!...Well, if you count Back In My Life, I guess I already did....but since that was completely future fic and he didn't leave in the actual story, I didn't count it. Thank you sooo much for your review!
Just A Reader: Yay!!! I'm sooo glad you reviewed! You can ask my mom, I was just considering writing a note to you in an update of a story you reviewed and ask if you were still reading, because I missed you! *hugs you* Thank you! I'm just soo glad to know you're still reading!
Also, Luke Rules, I don't have spell check, and I tried looking it over again and I did see about 4 words that I was typing too fast and missed a couple of letters (you know how sometimes the letter just doesn't show up) and I type the wrong way (looking at the keyboard instead of the screen) so that's why there are a few mistakes, and I'm sorry, I try to catch them but I can't catch them all, so I'm sorry in advance for any slip-ups that I make! I'm glad you're enjoying the story!:)
Again, thanks for the reviews, all of you, and I'm sorry that I missed you to the the people that I did miss!:(
Thank you ALL for your reviews! I love them! I love you! I like the story, I guess time will tell if I love it, which since I seem so generous with saying "I love____" you'd think that would be an immediate thing, but I've already said I'm weird *shrugs*. Hope you guys like it!
This chapter's kind of...blah, but that's only because it's still...not happy. But, the black eye thing sure made ME more happy!:D
**
The next morning I walked out of my room and towards the livingroom. I stopped at the end of the hall.
"Hi," Mom smiled.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Whatever you want." she replied, "We can wallow, or go shopping, or we can attempt to bake something like Sookie, you know, if you really want to we can even listen to a Britney Spears CD."
"Britney Spears?" I asked. She nodded. "Mom, I'm deserted, not blonde."
"Well, what do you want to do?" she asked.
Go to California. "Egg Jess' car, but since we can't do that, let's go get breakfast."
"Okay, Al's?"
"Yeah, I'll go get dressed." I went to my room and got dressed, then I walked back into the livingroom. "Ready,"
"Okay, let's get going." We walked out of the house.
I looked around once we made it to the town square. Maybe this wasn't the best idea. "My life without Jess, day one." I mumbled to myself.
"What's that?"
"Oh, nothing. What should we do after Al's?"
"Well, I highly suggest wallowing, now before you say no," she held her hand up as to stop me, "Remember what happened last time. The results of not wallowing are very bad. It's one bad day of crying and eating ice cream and watching movies that you can erase from your record once you're over...it."
I shocked her with my reply, "Okay,"
Her jaw dropped a little, because she was expecting to have to fight a little more like last time, but this wasn't last time. And it wasn't Dean. It was Jess. She closed her mouth, "Good,"
We went to Al's, I was glad we went there instead of Luke's. Then there's the townspeople, if they don't already know, they will soon. They had to, they're bound to notice Jess missing.
I just stared absently into my coffee. Mom tried a couple times to make conversation, but I wasn't feeling very talkative, so it didn't work very well. When we were done, we were walking back through town when I suddenly stopped dead in my tracks without Mom even noticing and tried to walk away fast.
"Hey, we need to get- Rory?" She turned around, "Rory?"
It was too late to get away though, Shane had already seen me, like I needed another reminder of Jess.
"Rory, where-? Oh," she noticed Shane.
Shane glared at me, "Hey freak, long time no see."
"Well, I'll consider myself lucky. Move out of my way please."
She didn't move though, "Why? You look unhappy."
"Shane, I'm really just not in the mood."
"Aw, why not?" she feigned concern.
"None of your business. Move." I ordered.
"Ooh, she's getting bossy." she taunted with a smirk.
"Rory, honey, come on," Mom said.
"What's wrong? Did Jess finally leave you?"
"Oh no, no. You did not just say that."
"Honey, come on," Mom said again.
"No, not yet," I said, "I'd like to see how many more low blows Blondie has."
"Sweetie, we really-"
"You should've known he'd leave you once he got bored, that's his way."
"Hmm," I shook my head, for a couple of reasons, one was that I didn't really want to cry or something like that. And two, because I needed to reamain calm; but I was starting to see why Jess and Dean were always at each other's throats.
"You know, he never relly cared about you in the first place." she said.
"That's it,"
"Rory-" Mom started, but stopped in shock with her eyes wide and jaw touching the ground.
I punched Shane. Yes, I, Rory Gilmore, punched Shane.
"Ouch! What the hell's wrong with you, freak?"
"Nothing, I fell MUCH better now," I turned to Mom, "Let's go,"
"Okay," she said quietly and followed me, still not entirely sure of how to act.
"Maybe I wasn't ready for public yet," I finally said.
"Yeah, I'd say that's probably a safe bet. I can't believe you punched her," Mom said, stifling a smile.
"Neither can I." I said, rubbing my knuckles.
"That was kind of cool," she said, trying to cheer me up.
"Yeah, I've been wanting to do that since September." I admitted.
We walked in silence the rest of the way home. When we finally got there I spoke, "Maybe we should've wallowed first."
"Yeah, Shane was the un-Rory reaction instead of Tristin."
"Yeah," I agreed, but I couldn't feel anything. For the rest of the day we wallowed. Then, that night I went to my room and sat down on my bed. I grabbed a notebook and pen and propped myself up against my headboard. Then I wrote a letter to Jess. I couldn't actually send it, because "Jess Mariano, California" wasn't enough information. And even if I could send it, I'm not sure that I'd even want to. Once I'd filled the front and back of two sheets of paper, I folded them up and put them in an purple envelope. Then I took the envelope and put it i my bookshelf.
*
The next morning we got up and I decided we should go back to Luke's. It's not like I could stay away from Luke's forever, now's as good a time as any to go back. So, we went. Luke was glad to see us coming in again. So glad, in fact, that he voluntarily gave me blueberry pancakes with sausage, bacon, toast, one of every muffin he served -including chocolate chip- and pretty much any other food I asked for. Then for desert he brought doughnuts, Danish, and apple pie. And the best part was, we got all the coffee we wanted without complaint. When he came to refill our coffee, I couldn't keep my mouth shut any longer.
"Luke?"
"Yeah?" he asked, attentively.
"Um, has he called to say he made it there okay or he's almost there, or...anything?"
"No," he shook his head slightly.
"Okay," I went back to my silence.
*
After school, I went home and did my homework. It was strange not seeing Jess before school this morning. I didn't realize just how accustomed to seeing him every morning I was to seeing him every morning. I was sitting there staring at my text book when I stopped and pulled a clean sheet of paper out of my binder. I decided to write another letter to Jess, to tell how strange it was not seeing him this morning and to tell him how much I missed him. I had just finished when Mom got home.
"Wilma, I'm home." Mom called out.
I folded my letter up, "Okay Fred, dinner's not ready."
"Whatcha doin'? she asked.
"Homework," I answered, grabbing a white envelope and sliding the letter in it. "I'll be right back," I said. I took the letter from the bookshelf and the one I'd just finished, and put them in my Jess box, then I slid it under my bed.
*
Thursday after school I couldn't stop thinking about Jess. I hadn't written him a letter lately, not since the one I had written Monday. I needed to get my mind off Jess, I was going to turn the radio, but the last time I did that the song was called "I Miss You" and I figured that would happen again, so I decided against it, seeing as how that would completely defeat my purpose. So, instead, I went in the kitchen and got the stuff together to make brownies. As Mom pulled in the brownies were done; I pulled them out and sat them on the stove.
"Mmm, something smells good, weird, kinda like I kjust walked onto the set of Martha Stewart, well, without all the inside stock tips and stuff. But, what are-" she stopped dead in her tracks and her jaw dropped, "Those are brownies! How did those get there?" she asked, wide eyed.
"Our fairy godmother dropped them off." I answered.
"Who knew she did housecalls?"
"She must be updating her services, she even used a laptop for the ingredients instead of a magic wand."
"Can I ask you something?" Mom asked, looking at me, a little more seriously.
"Can you- well, your mouth can open and when that happens words usually come out, even when people don't want them to. So, I guess if your brain told your-"
"MAY I ask you a question?" she corrected.
I smiled, "Yes, you may."
She smiled back, "Well, Miss Teacherlady, why the sudden domestic streak?" she asked.
"What are you talking about?" I turned to the sink to rinse out the bowl that I used for the brownies.
"Well, yesterday you organized our movies in alphabetical order, in different catagories, including '80's Classics', 'Strictly Mocking', 'Scary Movies', and a miscellaneous section for the ones that didn't fit into any of those catagories. Today, you MADE brownies. You baked. You, a Gilmore, put ingredients together, mixed them, poured them, and then you put them in the oven. Then you took them out without burning yourself." she said.
"Many millions of people do that everyday." I said.
"Yes, and while those people are charming in a Donna Reed meets Sara Lee kind of way, we are not a part of that number of people."
"I'm an independent woman, and I wanted a brownie, no big deal."
"When we want brownies we call Sookie. Or Luke if we want a lecture with them."
"Mom, I didn't make chocolate `eclairs from scratch, I just made brownies. From a box. It's just a brownie."
"The helpful fairy?"
"No, the Betty Crocker,"
"But why did you make them?"
"I just wanted to," I replied. Drop it.
"Uh huh, for no reason?"
"In remembrance of my Donna Reed days."
"And you're not doing this because of...?"
"I have to go take a shower."
"Rory, honey-"
"By the time I get out the brownies should be cool enough to eat." I walked down the hall to my room and grabbed my clothes. Then I went to the bathroom to 'take a shower', but actually I just wanted to cry. No, I needed to cry.
*
Friday after school I went straight home and started my homework. I finished most of it by the time Mom got home.
"Honey, are you here?"
"In my room," I called back.
She walked in, "Hey, babe,"
"Hey," I replied, not looking up from my screen.
"Plotting to take over the world?"
"No, I have to gather information about Stars Hollow and some interesting facts about its history."
"Oh, fun, fun,"
"Homework," I explained.
"Ah, I see,"
"Yeah, I'll be in there in just a second," I said.
"Okay, well, I'm going to go shower."
"Okay, I'll get dressed."
*
We showed up at Grandma and Grandpa's house for our regular Friday night dinner. We rang the doorbell and waited.
"I don't think they're ever going to answer," I said after a minute.
"Oh man, that sucks. Oh well, we tried," she turned to leave.
"No, maybe they didn't hear the doorbell." I suggested.
"Or maybe they did and and don't want company,"
I rang the doorbell again, "Yeah, right,"
The door opened, "Hello, girls. I swear, Edith wouldn't know a doorbell if I hit her in the head with one; I'm starting to consider it." she shut the door behind us.
"Uh, hi, Mom," Mom said looking at me.
"You can't find a decent maid these days." she continued as she led us in to sit down. "Do you remember Lily?" Grandma asked Mom.
"Lily?" Mom questioned.
"Yes, she was our maid when you were 11, you don't remember her?"
Mom stared at her, "I was 11,"
"Well, I liked Lily,"
"Hi, Grandpa," I siad when I sat down.
"Hello, Rory,"
"All right, enough about maids," Grandma said, "How are you girls doing?"
"Fine," I said a little too quickly.
"Oh, yeah, me too," Mom agreed.
"Rory, how's school?" Grandpa asked.
"Good,"
There was a short silence.
"Why are we being so quiet?" Grandma finally asked.
"No reason," I said.
"Is everything all right?" she asked.
"Yeah, Rory even made brownies." Mom said.
"I didn't know you could cook," Grandma said.
"Well, I didn't either." I said, "So, Grandpa, are you going to be travelling soon?"
"Oh, no, not for a couple of weeks." he replied.
"Lorelai, how's work?" Grandma asked.
"Good," she said.
"Oh," I smiled, "Tell her about what happened Wednesday," I said.
"Sweetie, Grandma doesn't care what happened Wed-"
"What happened?" Grandma asked.
"Well, some guy that was staying at the inn got locked in the bathroom in his room," she said.
"Yeah, then it turned out he was claustrophobic, he kept trying to open the door, until finally he ended up pulling the doorknob right off. It was horrible," I said smiling.
"That's awful," Grandma said.
"Then, the guy went and told Michel off once he finally got out of the bathroom," I added.
"But, we let him stay an extra night for free, so everyone was happy." Mom said.
"How did he get locked in? Aren't your rooms safe?"
"Yes, Mom, our rooms are safe," she said.
"Then how did he get locked in?"
"Because, the doorknob was defective," Mom said.
Time to change the subject, I decided. "So, didn't you guys go to a party at the country club?" I asked.
"Yes, we did," Grandma replied.
"How'd it go?" I asked.
"It was lovely," she said.
"If that's what you want to call it," Grandma said
"Oh, Richard," she fought a smile.
I half smiled, "What happened?"
"Oh, a friend of mine, Victor, his son is on some baseball team, oh, what was the name of that team? Well, anyway, he says he's really good, and he did nothing but brag," Grandpa said.
"Richard, you've been friends with Victor for years,"
"Is his son on a famous team?" Mom asked.
"Yes. Emily, what was the name of that team his son plays on?"
"I don't know, I know nothing about the game," she said.
"The Dodgers! That was it." Grandpa remembered.
My heart and face instantly fell. Dodger. I didn't hear very much of anything else that they said for the rest of the evening. How could I pay attention to them? I couldn't stop thinking about MY Dodger.
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A/N: Hi, sorry, it's not as depressingly sad as the last chapter, but it's certainly not happy. Next chapter...well, you guys will probably still hate me, but I swear, if you hang in there, it will get much better! Just one more chapter where you won't like me, and I won't like me, no one will like me, but THEN I go back to being me!:D
Personally, I can't wait! PLEASE REVIEW! PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!!
And see, I am getting back into improving on the time between updating stories thing *nods proudly*. that's gotta count for something, right?