Okay, Okay, so I missed my deadline. It's been a hectic week. The say that the week before the play is called Hell Week, I'm convince that it's two weeks before the play. Oh well, so I had that and also mah Homecoming Game (my school's football team finally doesn't suck, WOOT!) And I had the homecoming dance and I slept at a friends house, and well I'm sure you really don't care so I'm gonna shut up now. Anywho, I only missed it by one day, so I'm not horribly late. Okay so, here it goes.


"Indeed," Emily said, her eyes breaking away from the little girl that sat in front of her. "Brunhilda, would you get the girls something to drink?" Emily asked awkwardly trying to change the subject, and trying to fight back her tears. As Brunhilda prepared the drinks the room was silent. She walked over to the girls, handed them a glass and walked out quietly. Lorelai turned her attention back to Emily after a sip of her drink.

"So mom, what have you been up to these days?"

"Oh, nothing interesting, where have you been?"

"I umm, I bought a house recently. Well, it's not all bought, I have a down payment on it, and we moved in, and all our stuff is there, and we're living in it, but it will be bought eventually." Lorelai went into one of her infamous uncomfortable rambles.

"I see, and where is this house?"

"Stars Hollow"

"Where?"

"It's about forty minutes away from here." Lorelai informed her.

"And how did you find this place?"

"I umm... I've been working as a maid and living at an Inn there, for the past few years."

"An Inn? You've been working and living at an Inn? How do you live at an Inn? You just took one of the rooms, or did they just give you a chicken coop out back or a tool shed?" Emily was appalled by any of these ideas.

"Yes, actually."

"What? You lived in a tool shed? That's preposterous."

"It was fine mom."

"No, it's not fine! You'd rather live in a tool shed and work as a maid in a ratty old Inn in some town God knows where, then just come and live with your own parents? Are we that bad of parents Lorelai, really? Did we lock you up in your room, and never let you out into the real world? Did we? No! Rory wouldn't be here right now if we had, now would she?" Emily's hysteria was cut short.

"No mom, it wasn't you" Lorelai finally admitted to her mother. "We're just completely different people is all. We have different ideas on how to raise a child, and I wanted to be able to go into the real world, and raise my kid the way I thought she should be raised, and not the way you thought. I wanted to be able to prove to myself that I was able to have a kid and be independent and make a living without having to rely on you and dad all the time. I needed to prove this to myself, it wasn't about you and dad, it wasn't because you were a bad mother. You're just not the kind of mother I wanted to be." Lorelai tried to explain to her mother.

"And what kind of mother is that?" Emily was now annoyed, on top of hurt.

"I just wanted my kid to be able to talk to me about things. I wanted us to be close, and I wanted to have a better relationship."

"So did I." Emily said quietly, as she put her head down, slightly. Lorelai was speechless, and all she could do was stare at her mother, speechless. "Please Leave." Emily said, tilting her head back up.

"What?"

"I said please leave. Have Brunhilda hand you your coats on the way out."

"We just got here mom. I wanted to talk."

"I think we've done enough talking. You can leave your phone number on a piece of paper with Brunhilda." Lorelai walked out silently, doing as she was told. She left a piece of paper with her telephone number and walked to her car. She sat in the front seat and looked over to her daughter.

"How you doin' kid?" She asked her, trying to sound a little more upbeat than she actually was.

"Okay," Rory lied.

"Good. That makes one of us." Lorelai whispered, so low that Rory could barely hear it. Lorelai turned the key, started the car and drove away.


Okie dokie. I guess you all might be seeing a growing trend of.. Short chapters. hehehe I hope you all like this one though. I have another busy week ahead of me. Hell Week at Drama Club aka the week before the play, the actual play and I gots a date.. tehehe. So, my deadline is going to have to be November 5, sorry it's so far away. Okie, so.. Please review!