AN: Hey everybody! Here's my update. Kind of a crazy chapter... I had to restrain myself from the insanity or it would have been even worse and nonsensical. Thanks for reading.

this has not been beta-read because... i dont have a beta reader. ta da.

still, enjoy.

oh yeah... The Who, is obviously not mine. For those of you who don't know it yet, they're a rock band dating back to the 60s.

Chapter 12

Luke wiped the counter once more even though it was spotless. He seemed to be highly concentrated on his task but it was mainly because he was trying to block out Taylor's drowsing babbling about how a mashed paper deer would look great in front of the diner as a winter decoration.

His eyes suddenly fell on two very strange kids, who looked like they had "trouble" tattooed on their foreheads.

"What do you want, what are you doing here? I don't do charity," he drawled.

One of the boys shifted on his feet and briefly looked to the floor while taking a crumbled paper out of his pocket.

"We are looking for Rory Gilmore. The address is incomplete."

Luke's eyes became two tiny slits as he gave a better look at the two... specimens in front of him. They looked Rory's age, ok. But they definitely weren't Rory's crowd. Unless Chilton kids were even more eccentric than he thought they already were. And weren't rich enough to shower everyday.

"Luuuuuke."

He dropped the plate on the counter and heavily sighed at Lorelai's entrance, momentarily forgetting the strange teenagers who were still standing there, obviously feeling terribly misplaced.

"No."

"Luuuuukey!"

"No."

He turned his attention back to the boys. "This is Lorelai Gilmore, the manic, schizophrenic and highly dangerous mother of Rory Gilmore. Enjoy your stay."

Lorelei dropped her blue jacket on a stool, sauntered behind the counter to get coffee and a muffin and gave Luke her best hypocrite's smile.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm getting coffee. And a muffin. Don't you have cranberry muffins today?"

He glared.

"Okaaay, so I got choccy chip muffin. And now I'm heading backtomy fabulous stool who's waiting for my beautiful butt to sit back on."

"Which. The stool is a which."

"Luke, don't insult the stool. You already refused to baptise them, now you're not gonna deny them their soul, are you? The stool is a who, end of discussion."

"I didn't know these stools were one of the best bands of the 60s. Is yours Roger Daltrey or Keith Moon?" someone commented from behind them.

The two "adults" turned around to find the black-haired boy smirk and his friend biting his lip to keep from laughing at their antics.

Lorelai gave them a huge grin and reached for Luke's thick black marker. A move that was quickly stopped by said owner of the marker.

"Luke, you know I would never, ever, write anything on your furniture."

"What about the time when Rory said Churchill should have had a table like mine and you decided that it was thus Churchill's new posthumous property so now I have a table named Churchill and the marker wont. go. away."

"There's an apostrophe S so it means it's not the name of the table, just an indication of its ownership!"

Luke let out a deep growl and decided to give up this nonsense conversation about stools and tables and Churchill and pointed to the two kids. "They're looking for Rory. Get yourself out of here and make sure they follow you. I've had enough mentally challenged customers for today."

"Okay, moving. Kids follow. Luke, enjoy your talk with Kirk," Lorelai shouted cheerily, pushing the two kids outside of the diner.

Luke was still trying to figure out what she meant about Kirk when the man crossed the street and entered.

"Talk about mentally challenged," Luke muttered under his breath.

"Madeline, turn left for God's sake. No, not there. Here. There's a truck coming the other way. Jesus, how many Porsches have you had before this one? Did you crash them all?"

"Where's the statue we're supposed to turn at again?"

"Smooth, subtle change of topic," added Louise while checking her lip gloss in a pocket mirror. "Here's the ridiculous rooster. Turn. Did you know your thirty thousand dollars car is most probably equipped with brakes?"

Madeline shot Louise her dumbest grin and pushed up the volume of the radio.

The two girls found Lorelai strolling down the street, still followed by the teenage boys who were whispering behind her back.

"Hi Lorelai."

"Hey girls, how are you? Paris and Rory are inside, come on in. Boys, keep up or I'm leaving you out there with Babette and her gnomes army. They're a menace to society."

The weirdly constituted group climbed the steps and quickly got in. The smell of cooked food reached Lorelai's nose and her grin widened.

"Paaaaaaris, are you cooking again?"

She ran to the kitchen and stopped dead in her tracks.

"Dean? Paris? Civil? Cooking? Together? Apocalypse now?"

"I thought I taught you last week how to form three words sentences, Mom; with verbs and all you know," stated Rory from her doorway.

Lorelai dismissed the comment with a wave of her hand and motioned the boys to sit as Madeline went up to Paris to try the food and get an explaination about the morning in school.

"Mom, who's that?" asked Rory while pouring coffee for her and Louise, who had turned out to have the same addiction.

"I don't know."

"Okie, so what are the unknown people doing in our kitchen?"

"They're sitting on our chairs. I thought it'd be nice to have external opinion about how comfortable they are?"

"Mother."

The boys looked around in dismay and decided it was time to explain themselves and get out of the psych ward while it was still possible.

"My name's Liam and this is Joe. And I found a paper with your name and address in the pocket of a jacket of someone you know and yeah… erm… I'm not being very clear, am I?"

"There's mucho fog in London."

Liam blinked at Lorelai and decided not to comment. "Anyway, I found this in Tristan's jacket and thought I'd come here since he's a stubborn idiot and now I think I'm just going to shut up," he rambled on at thirty words per second.

Joe nodded and patted his back.

Paris, however, had already dropped her spoon. "What did you say? You know where Tristan is?"

As Liam was struck speechless with the sauce that had landed on his nose, Louise patted his shoulder. "I would answer if I was you. You don't want to suffer Paris' wrath, trust me."

"Like that time you copied her test and you both got detention?"

"Madeline, shut up."

The guy called Joe shifted in his chair. "Excuse me, may I ask what the hell with the plaid skirts army?"

Dean snorted in his pan as four plaid skirts came to face Joe. "They're uniforms, you ignoramus. But of course, what do you know about that, considering what you're wearing, I doubt you even go to school in Farmland," Paris snapped.

Liam elbowed Joe to shut him up. "Okay, can we drop the kindergarten attitude? It's getting tiring. I'll assume you're Mr. Tristan's schoolmates."

He looked around, making sure everybody had his attention. "Now, as I said, my name's Liam and I'm the so-called leader of a street tribe in Hartford. Not exactly your neighbourhood I would assume. Anyway, he said he'd come here for help and left and he found us again and now I think he's somewhere looking for food with my sister, and don't make me regret coming here, but I'm kinda worried."

Silence followed his speech. "Did you listen to me?"

"Do you always talk that fast? You talk faster than me. That is quite an achievement you know."

Everybody turned to look in despair at Lorelai who was munching on a pop tart.

"What?"

"Can we focus here?"

"But Paris, he talks faster than me! I've never ever met someone who does!"

"So that's your school, eh?"

"Yeah, welcome to Hell," smirked Tristan.

"Thank you, I didn't know Satan was into the whole plaid skirt and tie fetish," replied Alex motioning towards two pupils walking out of the building.

"It's a trendy twenty first century torture accessory. The kitchens are that way. There's always plenty of leftovers from the day that they leave in crates outside for the associations for the homeless to pick up."

"Well, we are kind of an association, aren't we? I think I should be president. You can be my butler."

"I'm flattered, do I get to wear white gloves and a ridiculous bowtie or something?"

"C'mon Slave, let's move."

They crawled out of the bush and approached the crates. After having looked around for anybody, they waved for the others to come out and get the crates. They decided to be generous and leave some for other "associations" though.

The sun was now going down quickly and they quickly emptied the crates and put everything in their backpacks before running back to the hangar. Liam was still invisible and nobody had any clue where he was so Alex supervised the food distribution.

"Damn, Chiltonites left us no dessert. How mean of them, really," whined Tristan while digging through the aluminium boxes.

"It was vanilla pudding. And it was disgusting so honestly, you didn't miss anything. However, I can try throw it up for you if you want."

Everybody turned around at the foreign voice and gaped at the new group of people standing in the doorway. Tristan sighed as he spotted Liam's black hair before turning his attention back to the blonde.

"As elegant as ever, Louise."

"Thank you darling."

"I want vanilla pudding. Throw it up." Ria's voice rang clearly in the now silent hangar, and the place was suddenly filled with laughter and made the atmosphere less heavy.

Tristan rolled his eyes at his sister before walking up to Liam who saw the look on his face and decided that the safest place was behind Lorelai who had surprisingly kept quiet up to that point.

"Guys, if you fight, try not to punch my beautiful face."

"Beautiful butt earlier, beautiful face now. Someone's awfully modest I see," snorted Liam while dodging Tristan.

They were circling around Lorelai who didn't dare move or say anything else.

"I trusted you man, and you went to them."

"Oh yeah, and what are you gonna do? Punch me?"

"Explain to me what could possibly hold me back," Tristan gritted through his teeth.

"If you punch me, I'll kick you," the black haired boy smirked.

"Very first grade of you."

"I'll kick you and you'll cough up blood and then we'll have a good reason to seek help."

The circle stopped, much to Lorelai's relief. She was getting a tad dizzy.

"What did you think man? How long did you think you could go on without anybody noticing that you're seriously injured? I took the paper with her address in your coat this morning after I heard you cough all night and found rags full of blood."

"Charming."

"Madeline, shut up," everybody said in unison.

Here we go children. hope you enjoyed. i had fun writing this. REVIEW. NOW. Or the vanilla pudding will get you.