Kiss with Open Eyes
Chapter 13: Hold Your Breath on the Way Down
Disclaimer: You know it's not mine.
Summary: They just keep dancing around each other. He feels guilty, and she knows it's wrong, but the music is playing, and they can't help but dance.
A/N: Hey guys, what's up?
It's snowing here. Oh man. I'm stuck in the house, so that means you guys will get an update. BTW I posted the last chapter of A Different Path, and all of you should check it out.
"Look, Lor, whatever I did, I'm sorry." Chris told his wife, that night.
"You didn't do anything." Lorelai told him.
"Then where is all of this crap coming from!" He asked raising his voice.
"Rory's sleeping!" She told him, and then sighed. "You really didn't see it coming, Chris?"
"I'm happy, I thought you were, too."
"You aren't happy." She told him.
"You can't tell me how I'm feeling." He shot back.
"Chris…" She began.
"No, Lor, we're happy… we're a family. C'mon, we can do this."
"Chris, I can't make you fall in love with me… and… and you can't make me love you." She told him, softly.
"I am in love with you." He told her.
"No, no you aren't."
"Lor…"
"You just want to be… but, but you aren't… You don't."
He shook his head, and got under the sheets beside her. He stared at the ceiling, while she lied at the edge of the bed.
"Emily called. Dinner's at 6 tomorrow."
"Great." Lorelai said, before shutting her eyes.
"I promise, we'll have a drink, we'll eat dinner, have a little bit of dessert… be out by 9." Lorelai said. "Maybe 8:30 if I fake a good case of food poisoning."
"But you did the food poisioning bit last week."
"Right, the Chinese food in the Food Court, bit." Lorelai nodded. "I guess we'll have to ask Dad to do it… How about… bad meatballs at work?"
"Meatballs?" Chris asked.
"Got any better ideas?" She asked him, trying to act normal in front of her kid.
"How about… shrimp?"
"No, too easy… How about a bad bologna sandwich."
"I hate bologna."
"Just another reason for you to get sick." She told him.
"Fine, at 8:20 I'll fake a little stomach pain, and you can go to your party." He told Rory.
"Maybe you should run to the bathroom and pretend to throw up, just incase." Rory told him.
He sighed. "OK." He said.
"Great." Rory said.
"So, who's going to be there?" Lorelai asked.
"Oh, everybody, you know." Rory shrugged.
"Right… everybody." Lorelai said. "Tristan?" She asked.
"Probably." Rory shrugged.
"How are things with you and Dean by the way?" Lorelai asked.
"Good." Rory said with a smile, that made Lorelai's stomach twist. She made a mental note to get to know this kid better, and definitely give him a stern talking to.
"Who is this Dean kid, have you met him Lor?" Chris asked.
"Not yet, but I will, right?" She asked Rory.
"Yeah, definitely. You'll love him, really. He's a really nice guy." Rory said. Lorelai hoped so.
"So, are you two dating?" She asked.
"Not officially." Rory said.
"Oh, so… then, what are you?"
"We haven't talked about it yet." Rory shrugged.
"OK." Lorelai said, making another mental note to give her daughter the sex talk again. Maybe she could pull out some maternity clothes or something, for effect.
"Here we are." Christopher announced, as they pulled in the driveway.
"OK, now remember… drinks, dinner- no seconds." She reminded Rory. "Eat dessert fast, big bites… you don't actually have to chew things 100 times… that's just a rumor." Lorelai told her daughter, as they walked up the steps.
"Right… and don't forget," She pointed to her Dad, "bad bologna… stomach pain, throwing up… just get us out of there." Rory said.
"Right." Chris said, before ringing the doorbell.
"Oh, Rory, Lorelai, Christopher… Come in, come in." Emily said, greeting the trio.
"No, 'cause we really wanted to stay out here." Lorelai said sarcastically.
Emily ignored her, and the maid took their coats.
"Richard is in his study… just making a few phone calls, can I get you anything to drink?" She asked.
"Coke." Rory chipped in.
"Gin Martini." Lorelai said.
"Scotch." Chris replied, sitting down on the couch beside his wife, and then putting his hand on her thigh. She looked down at his hand, and then up at her mother, and over to Rory.
God, seriously, when is the curtain going to come down on this show? She hates this act, this pretending, this little game of house. She just wanted this to end.
She wondered, for a moment, when it started bothering her so much. She'd been married for 16 years, and it never bothered her this much. She tried to tell herself that it's only because Rory has grown up, but she knew that wasn't all. She knew what had changed. She knew why it bothered her now.
Because she found somebody else.
It scared her, it hurt her, and she felt horrible for thinking it, but it was the truth. She wanted Luke. She really, really did.
"Lorelai." Emily said, handing her the drink.
"Oh, sorry, thanks Mom." Lorelai said, and Emily sat down.
"So, Rory, how's school?" She asked.
"Oh, it's fine." Rory said, sipping her Coke.
"You must have finals coming up." Emily said.
"Yeah, soon." Rory replied.
"She's going to do great." Lorelai said.
"Of course she will, she's a Gilmore." Emily said. "Gilmore's always do great."
"It's in the rule book." Lorelai said. "Right under, give your one and only daughter ice tea spoons for her 18th birthday."
"That was years ago, Lorelai." Emily said, rolling her eyes.
"But Mom, ice tea spoons? Seriously?"
"So, Lorelai, how's the Inn?" Emily asked, changing the subject.
"It's uh… fine." Lorelai said. She had almost forgot about Emily's weird behavior, with everything that happened last night. What the hell was she up to?
"I'm thinking about having the auction next month there, what do you think?"
"The one for the tiny babies, or the blue babies… or is it the one for the crack babies?" Lorelai asked.
"Premature babies, Lorelai." Emily said.
"Are you sure it's big enough?" Lorelai asked.
"Of course."
"Then, sure, have it at the Inn." Lorelai shrugged, sipping her drink.
"That reminds me…" Emily began.
Oh, here we go. "What?" She asked.
"I have to show you something after dinner." She said.
Lorelai glanced over at Rory, who looked worried, and then at Christopher. "Why don't you show me now?" Lorelai asked. "Christopher has uh… He's been a little bit sick today, so we might have to cut the evening a little short."
"What's wrong?" Emily asked Christopher. "Is it Mad Cow Disease? Or is it that awful stomach flu that's going around? Do you have a fever? Why'd you come tonight if you're sick? I don't want to be sick. I have meetings tomorrow… and a hair appointment… I'm getting my nails done, I don't want to be sneezing, and running to the bathroom every five minutes." Emily babbled on.
"Uh, no I just had some bad bologna at lunch." Chris said, rubbing his stomach.
"Bad bologna?"
"Yeah… in a sandwich… you know, at work. My stomach's just been a little weird today."
"Oh." Emily said.
"Right." Lorelai jumped in. "So, why don't you just show me now." Lorelai said.
"Well, alright." Emily sighed, put her drink down on a coaster, and stood up. Lorelai followed her upstairs and into her parent's bedroom. Emily sat on her bed, and Lorelai sat beside her.
"So… what is it?" Lorelai asked.
"I think you should start working." Emily told her, flat out.
"You…? I'm sorry, what?" Lorelai said. It's never what you think it's going to be.
"I think you should get a job. Rory is going off to college soon… and it's going to be pretty lonely around the house… It's something to think about… And I know you're a member of the DAR, but I also know that you'd much rather be doing something else… so, when I saw that the Inn had a job opening, I immediately thought of you."
"The Inn? The Independence Inn? Mom… Are you- Are you serious?" Lorelai asked in disbelief.
"Do I look like I'm joking, Lorelai?" Emily asked.
"A job? A job at the Inn?" Lorelai asked.
"Now, before you say anything, I didn't really do anything… I just thought it'd be the perfect job for you, and that's all… I didn't talk to anyone or pull any strings… nothing. I just thought I'd put it to your attention that the Independence Inn is looking to hire someone." Emily said, reaching towards her nightstand and pulling out a sheet.
"Uh… OK. A job?" She asked, still not able to comprehend this.
"At the Inn." Emily said.
"What? Why would you do that?"
"I was there… just picking up a few things, and talking to a few people about having the auction there next month… and I saw they needed some help, so I got this for you." Emily said, handing her the piece of paper with the job information on it.
Lorelai took it and skimmed it, but she wasn't even paying attention to what it said, she was too surprised.
"I know you're bored, Lorelai." Emily said, matter-of-factly.
"What?"
"You're bored at home… Rory is growing up, she'll be going to college soon… Sure, you have the DAR, but the job is only part time, and you can do both… I know you took some courses last summer, and I just thought I'd tell you about it. You can decide what you want to do… I don't even really know if they'll hire you because you don't have a high school diploma or anything… I was going to ask your father about it, but he's been so busy…I just thought I'd tell you about the job… and let you decide."
"Well… uh…"
"It's at the Inn- the Inn you love, in the town you love… near the coffee you love." She said, looking her directly in the eyes when she said that last part. "You'd organize functions and activities for the Inn… they only need someone part time… just Mondays, Thursdays, and Friday afternoons." Emily told her.
"Wow, Mom…" Lorelai said, completely surprised.
"I just want you to think about it… Rory's growing up, and you should really start thinking about what you want to do after she leaves."
"Right… what I want to do after she leaves." Lorelai nodded.
"You don't have to take it. But, maybe you should think about it. You might like it."
"Yeah, thanks." She said, still completely shocked. Was her mother seriously saying this? Was she seriously telling her to work in an Inn? Was she actually telling her to get a job? A job that the upper class would probably not approve of? But… a job at the Inn, in Stars Hollow… Maybe she should think about it.
"And if not at Inn, there are plenty of other things you might want to look into… You may not want a job… there are plenty of classes you can take… clubs you can join. Betty Samson was just telling me about this wonderful pottery class she's taking… although it really did a work to her hands… but I'm sure there must be some classes you're interested in."
"I'll think about it." Lorelai nodded.
"So, we should get back down there." Emily said, standing up.
"Right… Yeah, OK." Lorelai said, a hundred thoughts running through her head. Her mother must be up to something, right? But what? What in the world, would she be up to?
"Where'd you two go?" Richard asked the women as they came down the stairs.
"I wanted to tell Lorelai about the job." Emily told her husband, and Lorelai sat down beside her daughter.
"Job?" Christopher asked.
"At the Inn." Emily explained.
"The Independence Inn?" Rory asked.
"Yes." Emily said.
"Mom?" Rory asked.
"I don't know. I'm just going to think about it." Lorelai told her daughter.
"Think about it?" Christopher asked, raising his voice a little bit.
"Chris?" She asked, questioning his tone.
"You're thinking about taking a job there?" He asked her.
"I don't know… I doubt they'd even hire me… But I don't know, a job might be something to think about…What is wrong with you?" She asked, trying her best to stay calm.
"What's wrong with me? Are you serious?"
"Uh… yeah." She said.
"A job, Lor? A job? There?" He asked, getting angry.
"Chris, calm down." She told him.
"Is something wrong, here?" Emily asked.
"No, it's fine." Lorelai said.
"It's so far from fine, Lorelai." Chris told her.
"Chris, please." She told him, begging for him to drop it. But, was it ever that easy? Not with him.
"I can't believe this… I can't believe you'd do this. You know, you might as well just fucking pack your bags and move to that fucking town! You're always there… why do you even bother coming home anymore?" He yelled, and Lorelai was getting angry.
"Dad…" Rory said, wanting him to stop.
"Chris, stop." Lorelai ordered him.
"We're married, we're supposed to discuss stuff like this. God, Lor, what the hell were you thinking? A job! Were you even going to talk to me about this at all?" He asked.
"Yes! Yes, I would have talked to you about it!" She said.
"No you wouldn't have. You don't talk to me anymore, not since you started going to that stupid town… that's all you care about now… those people."
"That's not true." She told him.
"You know it is." He told her, coldly.
"You're drunk!" She yelled.
"I'm not drunk, Lor. You fucking wish I was drunk… then maybe all this shit wouldn't be true… but it is… it's so true." He yelled.
"What the hell!" She yelled at him.
"You can't take that job." He told him.
"Why the fuck not?" She challenged him.
"You don't need a job, Lor." He yelled. "We have money. We have plenty of money."
"Maybe I just want to get out of the house once in a while!" She yelled.
"So, join a freaking gym!"
"I hate exercise." She yelled.
"You don't need a job." He told her.
"Well, maybe I want one!" She yelled.
"Why?" He yelled.
Because she doesn't want to be with him, anymore. She doesn't want to just be the wife. She doesn't want to be his wife. She wants to be independent. She wants to have something that is completely her own. She wants to move on. She wants this to be over. She wants to have an excuse to be in that town. She wants to have an excuse to see him everyday. She wants to drive by the diner, and see him through the window. She wants to be happy. She wants to laugh, to smile.
She wants to let go. She wants to hold on to something new, something real.
She was looking straight into his eyes, now. She saw it all, the hurt, fear, pain, disappointment. She hated that she was hurting him. She really did. It was never something she wanted to do.
They both knew it was over. They had been holding on, for their daughter, but now that she didn't need them to, they weren't sure what to do.
She didn't know what to say to him. She didn't know how to fix this, so no one got hurt. Maybe there wasn't anything she could do. Maybe somebody was going to get hurt, no matter what.
She sighed.
"I think we should just go, OK?" She said, softly. She looked over to her parents and her daughter, who were in complete shock. "Thanks for the dinner, Mom."
"You didn't eat." She said.
Lorelai shrugged. "The drinks, then… I'll see you at the meeting on Sunday."
"Bye." She said, still shocked.
"Let's go." Lorelai told her husband and daughter.
The car ride was completely silent. When Lorelai pulled into the driveway, all three of them got out of the car. Lorelai and Rory headed towards the house, and Chris went over to his car.
"I'm going to go to the office for a little while." He told Lorelai.
"Chris…"
He nodded, and walked towards the car.
"Where are you going?"
"Gotta go to the office… I'll be home late."
"When?"
"Late." He answered, before getting in the car. Lorelai nodded, and didn't watch as he pulled out of the driveway. She went up the steps, and opened the front door.
"He was really mad." Rory said.
"I know." Lorelai said.
"Like an old man trying to send back soup in a deli, type of mad." Rory said.
Lorelai nodded, and dumped her purse on the table.
"What happened?" Rory asked.
"Don't you have a party to go to?" Lorelai asked.
"Mom…"
"Rory, go. Everything is fine." She said.
"Yeah." Rory said, softly, going towards her room, with Lorelai following.
"When will you be home?" Lorelai asked.
"I told you, I'm sleeping over." Rory said, hoping to give her parents the alone time they needed.
"Right. Should I pick you up tomorrow?"
"No, Tristan's driving me home."
"I thought there was no you and Tristan?" Lorelai asked.
"There isn't." Rory asked. "We're just friends."
"Right." Lorelai said, watching Rory pick up a bathing suit. "Swimming?" Lorelai asked,
"She has an indoor pool." Rory explained. "Do you like this one?" Rory asked, holding up a tiny bikini.
"Does Christina Aguilera know you raided her closet?" Lorelai asked, taking the tiny bathing suit.
"Grandma got it for me last month." Rory said.
"What ever happened to those sweet old grandmothers, that sit in rocking chairs and knit… and think that girls should stay virgins forever?"
"I think they still exist somewhere." Rory shrugged. "I think I'll wear this one." She said, holding up a one piece.
Lorelai nodded. "So, what time do you think you'll be home tomorrow?"
"I don't know. 12?" Rory said.
"OK… should I go over the rules?" Lorelai asked, jokingly.
"No drinking, no sex, no drugs, no dancing on tables, no swimming with your clothes on, no swimming with your clothes off, no putting your cup down… and no singing Wild Thing with a tennis racket, in the sink."
"It's happened to the best of us." Lorelai said.
"Are you sure you don't want me to stay?"
"Yeah, it's going to be fine." Lorelai said, wishing she had said it more convincingly.
"Do you think you'll try to get the job?" She asked.
"I don't know, Rory."
"Do you want to?" She asked.
"Maybe." Lorelai sighed.
"Then you should… at least try… if you want." Rory said.
Lorelai nodded. "I'll think about it."
"Dad will be fine." Rory said.
"Yeah, sure he will." Lorelai said.
Rory kissed her cheek. "Bye."
"Bye."
"Look, I just don't get why you're so mad." Lorelai told him, later that night.
"We used to talk… What happened to that? When did we stop talking?" He asked, his voice becoming quieter. She knew he was hurt.
"When we got married." She told him, her voice much quieter than before.
"Yeah…" He said, looking at his hands.
"It's just a job. I don't even know if I have a chance of getting it. It's just something to think about." She told him.
"Yeah, I know." He said, still not looking at her.
"Chris…"
"It's just that…"
"What?"
"When things are getting tough… when we're faced with a decision… I always chose you… always… but you… you always chose to leave."
"I'm not leaving."
"Yes you are." He shot back.
"You're the one that's always fucking leaving Chris." She told him.
"I always come back." He told her.
"So do I!"
"Nope… you're still gone."
"Lorelai." Sookie said, with a surprised expression.
"Hey Sookie, are you busy?" Lorelai asked.
"Nope, just finished making breakfast." Sookie told her. "Stirring this sauce for dinner… Taste." She said, lifting the spoon, so Lorelai could taste it's contents.
"Mmm." Lorelai said, as she sipped the sauce.
"Good?"
"Extremely."
"Good. Good." Sookie said, nodding. Lorelai knew something was on her mind.
"So, um sorry I didn't come by after the party…" Lorelai began.
"Oh, right, the party." Sookie said, still stirring the sauce.
"I, um, fell asleep at Luke's… nothing happened, really… I just- I just fell asleep." Lorelai lied.
"Oh, Luke said he hadn't saw you." Sookie said, looking at her from the corner's of her eyes.
"Oh well, he probably didn't want you to think anything of it… you know, assume… suspect… Nothing happened, really." Lorelai said, trying to get her point across.
"Right… nothing happened." Sookie said, nodding and stirring. It wasn't said in an accusing way, just in a way that drove Lorelai nuts. She could see it in her eyes, she knew. She knew something had happened. Lorelai had never been a good liar, but she wasn't going to admit to anything.
"Yep. I just fell asleep." Lorelai said.
"OK." Sookie said, still not convinced. "So, is that why you came by? You could have just picked up a phone and told me, no need to dry all the way here." Sookie said, with a tiny laugh.
"Uh… well, actually… The Inn needs a part time activities manager." Lorelai said, uneasily. She wanted to see what Sookie thought about her going out for the job.
"I know… the old one, Sheryl… she's having twins." Sookie explained.
"Right, so I was thinking… that uh, maybe I'd you know, talk to Mia… and maybe… well I don't know if she'd hire me… but maybe I'd just talk to her about it?"
"You want the job?" Sookie asked.
"Maybe." Lorelai winced, hoping Sookie wouldn't start laughing hysterically.
"Oh, uh… wow." Sookie said.
"You think I don't have a chance." Lorelai stated.
"No… uh, I just… I didn't expect you to stay that." Sookie said.
"So… what do you think… You think I have a chance?" Lorelai asked.
"Yeah, maybe." Sookie said. The truth was, she knew Lorelai had the chance. Mia loved her, and she'd probably at least let her try out for the job.
Sookie wanted to be happy for her. She really did. She wanted to be excited. She'd be able to see Lorelai and hang out with her everyday. They could go on lunch breaks together, and gang up on Michel. She'd get to see Rory more, and she'd have a lot more stories to tell at parties, but part of her knew what this meant. It meant that Luke and Lorelai would be seeing a lot more of each other. And she knew that may not be very good.
"Lorelai, you're early." Emily stated as Lorelai walked in the door.
"You told me to be here at 3, Mom. It's 3, I'm here." Lorelai told her.
"Yes, but I only told you to be here at 3 because you're always late and the meeting starts at 3:30."
Lorelai rolled her eyes.
"So, have you thought about the job?" Emily wondered.
"I don't know, Mom."
"You should at least try for it, Lorelai."
"What?"
"You're bored… You and Christopher are fighting. You're drifting apart… and soon Rory will be gone and you'll go home… and it will just be the two of you. You have to start thinking about the future, Lorelai."
"I am Mom, but-"
"You really like the idea. I know you do." Emily pointed a finger at her.
"Well, yeah, but-"
"Then go fill out an application." Emily said.
"But Chris-"
"How much longer is he going to be around, Lorelai?" Emily asked, and Lorelai almost dropped her purse. She couldn't believe her mother had actually just said that to her. She was speechless. "What? You thought I didn't know? I have eyes, Lorelai. I can see two people who are unhappy… You know, you just got married too young… You got pregnant too young… These things happen. You got pregnant, and you did the right thing by getting married and making a family for Rory… but, you're unhappy, you're fighting, and Rory doesn't need to come up to a Full House episode every night anymore."
Speechless. Everything she once knew about her mother, went completely out the window.
"You watch Full House?" Was the only thing that Lorelai could get out of her mouth.
"No, but I heard one of those Olsen twins on TV talking about it last week."
"Oh, right."
"I know getting married at 16 was hard for you… I know it's been hard, but I've always tried to do what's best for you, Lorelai. I've always wanted you to be happy, really." Emily told her.
"I know Mom." She told her, almost surprised at the conversation they were having. This wasn't a side of Emily Gilmore she often saw, but it was nice once in a while.
"Promise me you'll do what it takes to be happy.
"I promise."
"Hey." She said, as she walked into the empty diner. She hadn't been there since that talk they had on the gazebo, but neither of them had ever clarified on that not being friends thing anymore, so she figured it was safe to come in.
"Hey." He said, as he wiped down a table in the corner.
"So guess what?" She told him.
"What?" He asked her, as he pulled the shades down.
"I might be getting a job."
"Oh… Where?" He asked, sliding a cup of coffee towards her.
"Well… guess." She told him excitedly.
"Lorelai." He groaned, and she was pretty sure a chill went down her shine.
"You might be seeing a lot more of me around here, Mister." She told him playfully.
"What are you babbling about?" He asked, as he threw a rag towards the other end of the counter.
"I applied for the job as the assistant activities manager at the Inn… It's a part time thing… but I don't know, it could be good."
"Wow, uh."
"It's good right?" She asked him, tracing the rim of her coffee cup with her finger.
"Yeah… good." He told her, looking at her straight in the eyes.
"Good." She smiled.
They gazed at each other for a moment too long, and then Luke shook his head and broke the staring contest.
"Luke…" She began.
"Lorelai." He told her sternly.
"Yes?" She asked, batting her eyelashes playfully.
"We can't." He clarified.
"Why Mr. Danes, whatever do you mean?" She asked, leaning a little too far over the counter.
"C'mon, stop." He said. "You're married."
"Well… if I wasn't?" She asked, her tone becoming more serious.
"What?" He asked.
"I was talking to my mother today… and seriously, this is the weirdest thing that has ever happened to me… Over the past few days… She's helped me come to this realization…"
"A realization?" He asked.
"Yes… a realization… She basically told me that Chris and I were heading for divorce… She basically said that I have to think about the future, and figure out what I'm going to do when I'm all alone… And you know, she's right… We are headed that way, and I should start thinking about the future and what I want to do… and yeah… I mean, it's a pretty scary thought… I've never been completely alone, you know? I had my parents, and then I was 16 and I got married… and I've just… I've never been alone… It's sort of scary." Lorelai told him.
"It's not bad." He said.
"Well, you'll have to teach me the tricks."
"There are no tricks. You just get used to it."
"But isn't it lonely?" She asked.
"Sometimes." He admitted.
"I don't like lonely."
"You've got Rory." He pointed out.
"I know, but she'll be at college soon… and I don't know… It'll be weird."
"Not having a husband around?"
"Well, I don't know… He's never around anyway… but it's just…"
"Different?"
"Yeah… It's weird you know? Here I am, thinking about divorce, the future… What I'm going to do when I'm all alone. I didn't think it'd be like this."
"How'd you think it was going to be?"
"I don't know. I guess I never really thought about it… never wanted to."
"Why not?"
"Because I guess, I always knew Chris and I were headed down this road… I mean, our whole lives are like one big game of house… we wake up, we put on fake smiles, we say 'hi honey' in that fake cheery voice, we eat breakfast, we say goodbye to Rory, and then the masks come off and it's just us." She told him.
"Yeah…" He said, with a sigh.
"I mean, in the beginning, we could rant about Metallica and Offspring, make a few jokes, and then head to work… everything would be OK… but after about 50 mornings in a few with the same dead baby jokes… it got old, and we started fighting… Ever since then, it's just been… I don't even know."
Luke nodded, and she stared at her coffee as she stirred it. After a few minutes, she looked up at him. "Do you think? Do you think, in the future… we could… you know…"
"Maybe." He told her. "But you can't do this because of me… it has to be for you… what you want."
"Of course." She told him, sipping her coffee.
"My mother made me promise her something today."
"And what was that?" He asked.
"That I'd do whatever I can to make myself happy."
"So, what makes you happy?" He asked, her as he wiped down the counter in front of her.
"You."
Not quite my favorite chapter, but hey
I think it seemed sort of random. I had some trouble writing it. Filler chapters are never my specialty, even though I'm not quite sure if this is considered a filler, but whatever.
It's snowing here. I'm stuck in the house. Boo
I'm working on a new story. It's not really like any of my other stories at all, although I guess it's closest to this story… but there's no Chris or anything and Lorelai and Rory grow up in Stars Hollow. There is a tiny bit of Max, but barely anything… I think he'll be in like half of a chapter or something. It's set in season 1, but it's completely different from any other season 1 story I've ever read…So, yeah. I'll probably be able to give you a much better summary later. But anyway, the story is called Poker Faces. It might change, but it might not. Who knows. It won't be posted for a while, if I even do post it. But I just thought I'd mention it.
Also, I finally wrote the last chapter of A Different Path. It's posted, so everyone should go on and read it. I've gotten good reviews so far, so check it out. And please leave a review. Gracias. Oh, also, there's a pretty little spoiler at the bottom of the last chapter about Tuesday's episode. I hope it's true. I'm excited about it, but I hope it's not like cheesy or anything. Anyway, please review that story…
And this one.
16 pages… not a record breaker, but pretty nice, don't you think? Please review. Thank you!
She Lies to Keep You There: Rory gets her mother to open up, and things begin to unravel, but Lorelai doesn't tell her the full truth. Lorelai lies to Luke. Sookie continues to suspect.
Is it Tuesday yet?