Talk About Bad Timing
Disclaimer: No matter how hard I wish and pray, I still do not own the Gilmore Girls
A/N: I was trying to writesome ofPiecing the Puzzle but I have complete and utter writer's block for that story and don't know where to go from where I ended. I have half of a chapter written...so I promise I will finish eventually. Summer's here, so I have a lot of time to think! But anyways, I thought of this idea and thought it would be kind of cool to do, and it's not something I've read yet, so why the heck not? Okay, I will exit the rambling stage now...
Summary: This is a completely AU idea that popped into my head clear out of the blue. Rory starts her junior year at Chilton and falls in love with someone she would never have expected. There is no Dean and no Jess in her life; Rory is completely boy free at this point in her existence. This probably isn't what you're expecting because I'm introducing a brand new character and it's a bit unorthodox. Hope you enjoy this, please read and review!
Chapter One - The Meeting
"It's your last night before school starts, what do you want to do? The choice is yours," Lorelai commented over lunch as her and her daughter Rory sat in Luke's Diner consuming gigantic burgers with a hunger that could rival a sumo wrestler's.
"Uh, I was thinking that sitting on the couch, watching Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory and eating lots of junk while vegging in my pajamas could be perceived as a perfect last night of summer," Rory replied as the fry she was trying to dispense into her mouth beat her in battle and ended up in her lap, spraying ketchup onto her blue jeans. "Crap!" she exclaimed, reaching for a nonexistent napkin across the dingy table. After her search for a napkin was an obvious failure, she gave up and used her finger to remove the offending blob from her denim-clad thigh.
"You know, I could have gotten you a napkin," Luke said as he approached the table.
"No, that's okay," Rory replied as she wiped the ketchup on the side of her plate, "but I would love a piece of pie," she commented with an angelic smile.
"Oh, pie! Good idea honey! I like pie!" Lorelai piped in, a smile identical to Rory's plastered on her face. Luke sighed gruffly, trying to make it seem like these two adorable girls in front of him were annoying him simply by being in his presence.
"Fine, you can have pie. But I will not be responsible for the imploding of your innards."
"Eww, no need to make the pleasurable pie experience into some kind of grotesque imagery!" Lorelai retorted, sticking her tongue out at the diner owner's retreating form.
"I can't believe that school starts again tomorrow!" Lane said with a sigh of disgust as she fell back onto her bed.
"I know," Rory commented, taking a seat in hard, wooden back chair that stood at Lane's desk. "But we're almost done! Only two more years, and then we're free."
"No, you're free. I, however, will continue to live in the Kim household, impaling myself with some sort of chair."
"Oh don't be some dramatic. You'll get out, I promise."
"Let's hope so. Otherwise, I doomed to spend all eternity in my closet, listening to The Clash and praying that my mother won't discover my incessant need to rebel against every single one of her ridiculous rules," Lane replied, sitting up and running a hand through her satiny black hair.
"Are you okay Lane?" Rory asked, concerned with her friends current behavior.
"Yeah, I'm just in an anti-everything mood today."
"Are you sure?"
"Yup, I'll be fine tomorrow. I'm just not too much fun right now," Lane said with a sigh.
"Okay, well I've got to meet my mom. It's another Wonka night. Do you want to come?" Rory asked, standing up from the chair she was sitting in.
"Nope, I'm good. Thanks though. Have fun," Lane commented with a smile.
"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow then. Bye Lane," Rory called as she exited the room, walked briskly down the stairs, and out the door into the warm night. As she walked towards her house, the sunset lay in front of her. The sky was painted colors of orange, yellow, and pink, reflecting a sweet glow onto the town. Rory sighed happily as she made her way home, unaware that tomorrow she would meet someone that would change her life forever.
"Is it bad that I still feel nauseous this morning?" Lorelai asked as she dragged herself into Luke's with Rory in tow.
"I told you that the multiple Caramello bar and Reese's combinations was a definite bad idea. But did you listen to me? Of course not," Rory replied matter-of-factly, a smug smirk on her face.
"It seemed like a good idea in theory," Lorelai whined as she took a seat at the counter. She laid her head down on the countertop, hugging her stomach. "But the aftermath of the situation was definitely anything but good. I don't think I can eat for the next week."
"Good, then I won't have to lecture you for a whole seven days," Luke commented as he caught the tail end of the conversation as he came from the back, holding a plate of blueberry pancakes.
"Pancakes!" Lorelai exclaimed perkily, lifting her head from the table, seemingly forgetting about the agonizing pain she was just in.
"Mom!"
"Lorelai!"
"No!" Rory and Luke exclaimed at the same time.
"Mom, you were just whining incessantly about the state of your 'poor, little stomach' as you called it back at the house. Pancakes are probably a bad idea."
"No, I'm fine now, I promise. It was just a fluke." Rory shook her head and laughed.
"Lorelai, I am not giving you pancakes," Luke said, standing his ground.
"Please Luke! I'll give you a dollar!" she replied desperately, a devious smile on her face.
"They cost $3.50."
"Oh, well. You love me!" Lorelai said, searching for something, anything that would get her those pancakes. Rory watched on as her mother begged, pleaded, and beseeched her way through Luke's rough exterior, trying to find a way to get pancakes. Suddenly, she looked down at her watch and realized she had to go now or she would miss her bus.
"Mom, I've got to go! Luke, can I have some coffee, please?" With a disappointed sigh, Luke quickly poured her some coffee in a to go cup and handed her a cherry danish.
"Here you go," he said, "I don't want you to starve on your first day of school."
"Thanks Luke," she said with a smile, "I'll see you later, Mom," she told Lorelai as she kissed her on the cheek and bolted out the door.
Some coffee, a danish, and forty minutes later Rory arrived at school. She stepped off the bus with her backpack in tow, ready for another school year to begin. Somehow, Chilton didn't seem quite as large as it did her first day of school. She smiled mildly as she made her way into the stone building, prepared for anything.
"Hello, Gilmore," Paris greeted Rory, the smile on her face grim and bleak. It was quite obvious that Paris still would not be Rory's friend. With a sigh, Rory opened her locker that, unfortunately, was right next to Paris'.
"Hi Paris," Rory replied. "How was your summer?" she asked pleasantly, trying to make sure that the animosity between the two would not escalate. Rory didn't think she could take yet another year of being tortured by Paris.
It was obvious that torment was exactly what she would have to endure due to the fact that Rory received nothing in return from her act of amiability except an eye roll and a huff as Paris walked away from her.
"Whatever," Rory muttered to herself, not willing to let Paris get on her nerves; especially not within the first twenty minutes of the school year. She closed her locker and made her way down the hallway to her first class even though there was still ten minutes until the class actually started.
Rory walked down the hall, taking in everything about the school. It seemed very different as compared to the first time she entered these halls. With a half smile, she remembered the nerves she felt on her first day, the extreme frustration that enveloped her as she exited after her first day that entailed a new enemy and a new annoyance. But now that she had made it through her first year, she was happy to be back and take on new challenges.
Rory was shaken from her thoughts as she was bombarded by a mass in the middle of the hallway.
"Hey!" Rory exclaimed, angry that the idiot wasn't watching where he was going.
"I'm so sorry," he replied as he clasped her arms gently, "are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fi-," Rory said as she looked up at the person who had bumped into her.
Looking back at her was a tall, broad man; he was possibly the most gorgeous man she had ever seen in her life. With his strong jaw and his bright eyes, he literally took Rory's breath away. As he smiled down at her and their eyes connected, Rory couldn't help but smile back. It was as if the world stopped. All around her, the school swirled in slow motion and he and she stood, together, as time stopped and everything had a redolence of perfection.
"Sorry again," he said, seemingly unable to take his eyes off of her. He walked away, but their gaze didn't break until he rounded the nearest corner. Rory stopped and caught her breath as she leaned against the nearest locker. Never in her life had she felt like this; he had, in only a few mere seconds, left her feeling like she could die happy. After a few moments, Rory collected herself and made her way to her Calculus.
As she entered the practically empty classroom, she couldn't help but wonder why he wasn't wearing a Chilton uniform…
Rory sat in the front row of the classroom, reading her latest book as the class wandered in, one at a time or in pairs. None of them seemed too happy to be there, and not really knowing any of them, Rory chose not to acknowledge their presence. The bell rang obnoxiously, signaling the beginning of class. The students looked around and suddenly realized that they were without a teacher. Most kids began to chat excitedly, but Rory simply went back to reading her book. Five minutes later, she heard the door creak open and the sound of brown leather loafers tapping against the hardwood floor reached her ears.
Rory looked up and her breath caught in her trachea. There he stood, the man from the hallway. Rory could hardly believe it; he didn't see her, but began to speak.
"Hey kids, sorry I'm late. I'm your new teacher, Ian Smith." he greeted them with a warm smile and then suddenly, he caught sight of Rory. Unable to move, let alone speak, Rory stared up at him, mouth gaping open. And having lost every one of her senses, her book slipped through her fingers and fell to the floor with a gentle thud.
A/N 2: I hope you liked it! I am also hoping that you want me to continue... if you do and you've already read the story then you're half way there! All there's left to do now is review! I love review, the make my life complete and happy. So please review and tell me what you think
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