WEDNESDAY: It's a Beautiful Day

A/N: Here's the third chapter of aWWC&L. Sorry about the lack of updating, I've been pretty stressed with exams. But I'm on winter break (woohoo) and I've got plenty of time to update and I will get this story finished. I hope XD

It's a beautiful day…

Rory sat up quickly in her bed, awoken suddenly. She glanced at her alarm clock.

6:05 am.

"Mommy!" she cried loudly, stumbling out of bed. "Mommy!" She trudged into the kitchen and gasped with horror.

"This is either some sort of nightmare, or Martha Stewart has taken over your body," Rory gasped, poking at a dirty pan in the sink. "Or it could be like in that episode of South Park we watched where a doorway opened to an alternate universe and Cartman was nice…what I'm trying to say, at six in the morning, is who are you and what have you done with my mother!"

Lorelai grabbed her daughter by the shoulders.

"Relax, sweetie, it's just breakfast," Lorelai reassured her daughter, "nothing else."

"Then why is the living room clean?" Rory demanded "And where did these groceries come from?"

"Calm down, Nancy Drew," Lorelai said "Getting rid of the caffeine from my system has given me some extra 'pep'. That and a nervous twitch, but that's going cold turkey for you. And I brought groceries last night."

"You mean, you 'planned' this?" Rory questioned.

"Yessiree!" Lorelai said enthusiastically.

"So, Rory said slowly, rubbing her forehead, "you're telling me you actually got up early, on purpose?"

"Uh huh," Lorelai nodded "again, coffee and withdrawal symptoms."

"Are you crazy?" Rory exploded, "And while I'm on that topic-" She reached over the counter and turned off the CD player, "while I love U2 as much as the next person, why the sudden urge to play it at 6 am?"

"Okay," Lorelai leaned against the seat, "Firstly, yes, I'm crazy. Crazy like a fox."

"That makes no sense." Rory folded her arms.

"You're right." Lorelai concluded, "Secondly, I've decided I've been going about this coffee thing all wrong. Instead of moaning and wanting to die, I've decided to be positive…" Lorelai pointed to a glass of orange juice. "The glass is half full, am I right?"

Rory stared at her mother.

"Strike two," Lorelai muttered, "And, in the words of Bono, 'It's a beautiful day'. So today, I have the day off work and I'm going to spend it doing something that doesn't require me thinking about coffee."

"Sounds good," Rory nodded "elaborate please."

"Well," Lorelai began, "you know how we have heaps and heaps of photos just sitting in boxes – you know, the ones too special to chuck in albums, but not special enough for frames?"

"Ah, yes," Rory nodded once again "the in-betweenies."

"I was going to make a scrapbook of us," Lorelai explained excitedly, "and call it…'The Sisterhood of the Travelling Rants!"

"Extremely corny," Rory though aloud, "but I like it!"

"Knew you would, darl," Lorelai grinned, "want some breakfast?"

"If it's alright with you, I think I'll go back to bed for another hour." Rory stood up, leaving the room.

"Remember: it's a beautiful day!" Lorelai called out.

"I can't wait until this day is over." Rory muttered.

Lorelai reached into the back of her closet, searching frantically. Somewhere in the darkness lay a huge box filled with photos and scrap booking supplies.

"Ah ha!"

Lorelai dragged a huge box into the kitchen. Grabbing a scrapbook, some decorated paper, glue andscissors, she was ready to begin.

"All I need now is some photos."

Lorelai glanced through various trips, town festivals and inn events, sorting as she went. She paused at one taken from their trip to Harvard. Both of them looked so happy. And both were holding cups of coffee.

Ring, Ring!

"Hello?"

Hi Lorelai, it's Luke.

"Luke." Lorelai smiled to herself, "What can I do for you?"

Just checking up on you, to see how you're doing. So…

There was a pause.

How you doing?

"If you're calling to see whether I'd given into temptation, the answer is no."

Oh?

"In fact, I'm doing really well. I got up at 6 am and make breakfast."

Wow. Congratulations.

"Now if you don't mind, I've got other, non-coffee related activities to attend to."

See you, then.

Lorelai hung up the phone, frustrated. Very distracted and suddenly craving coffee, Lorelai began to assemble her scrapbook. Piece by piece.

"Wow." Rory stated, flipping through the scrapbook.

"I know," Lorelai buried her head in her hands.

" I never realised we drank so much coffee," Rory pondered.

"I know."

"Everywhere," Rory said, amazed "on holidays, at festivals, practically everywhere."

What lay before the two was a completed scrapbook. In every shot, at least one of them was holding a cup of coffee.

"There's even a couple of pictures of just a cup of coffee," Rory stated "why on earth would we take a picture of a cup of coffee?"

"I don't know," Lorelai sighed, "Sweetie, I think I have a problem – I think I'm a…coffee-aholic."

"The first step is admitting it," Rory patted her mother on the shoulder.

"What should I do?"

"Well," Rory thought for a minute, "every Thursday these a support group meeting for people with addictions and phobias held in the Town Hall. Maybe you could go to that."

"And if it doesn't work?" Lorelai asked.

"I guess we could organise a lobotomy," Rory suggested.

"I'll go to the support group, then," Lorelai gave in.

Rory closed the coffee scrapbook.

"That a girl!"

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