A/N: Another short, VV-inspired one-shot. It was going to be longer, and I tried adding more, but I thought that it just made it pointless, so I left it just as it was. Maybe tomorrow night's episode will give me more inspiration… Also, I apologize for the somewhat sucky title. I couldn't really think of anything.
Disclaimer: Not mine….
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On Monday, Lorelai Gilmore left work early. After collecting her things and saying goodbye to Sookie, she climbed into her Jeep.
Lorelai pulled out of the inn's parking lot at 3:45 on the dot. Seeing as she lived in a small town, it wasn't long before she arrived at the crossroads that she had recently dubbed 'The Intersection'.
She slowed to a stop, following the silent directions of the bright red sign before her. Lorelai glanced to her right, then to her left.
Over to her right.
And back again.
To the innocent by-stander, she may have looked like a paranoid woman checking for oncoming traffic. But the truth was, there were consequences for going either direction, and Lorelai was debating them internally.
She looked to her left. If she followed that road, she would arrive at the town square, and, coincidentally, Luke's diner.
And that just happened to be the location of one April Nardini.
Lorelai looked once again to her right. If she chose this path, however, it would lead her to her house: empty, save for a shaggy mutt affectionately named Paul Anka.
After a moment of deep thought, Lorelai sighed in defeat, switching her foot to the gas pedal and rotating the steering wheel clockwise.
She was going home.
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