Hey! So how are you all doing? Good I hope. I would like to thank Charmedchic72 for letting me use one of her quotes. Well, one of her friend's quotes. But it was told to me by Charmedchic72. Secondly, Lets all thank Ducky's beta, for being the wonderful sidekick that she is! Go Robin! Batman forever owes you. Now this next chapter is not that bad in my eyes, but it's just a bit of a filler. Not much going on (Luke does eat something unhealthy though. waits for everyone to pass out from shock). So yep. Go read it. And don't forget, I love reviews. The more reviews I get, the more inclined I will be to write during my week in Maine. Oh, and in my story, April hasn't met Jess yet.

Disclaimer: please don't make me talk aboutme not owning Gilmore Girls. It makes me think of how I have no money, and that's depressing. And it'll make me cry in a corner. No one makes Ducky cry in a corner.

Chapter 7: Dissected Frogs, Sitting On Logs

Lorelai sat in front of the muted TV while reading one of her old diaries from when she was younger.

November 9th, 1982

So I was in biology today and we had to dissect frogs. So not only do they kill the poor things, but we had to cut them open and determine which parts are which. I named or frog Millicent, only to find out it was a guy frog and have to change its name to Max. It was a sad, sad day for the frog. But for me, it was a grand day. Well Robert what's-his-face had a party tonight, so I asked my dear mother and she said yes because she thought it would be like some supervised, alcohol-free, boys on one side of the room, girls on the other, kind of party. Let me just say it wasn't. so Christopher, who I broke up with last week, was there with Cindy, Cindy Meyer, so I spilt a large amount of an expensive alcoholic drink on her dress (it was actually kind of a mix of drinks) and I'm hoping she goes home smelling like she was at a brothel with some disgusting guy--mainly Chris. So I met Robert there, and we had some drinks and then he ended up bringing me home. He walked me to the door, and we started making out. Now here's the grand part-- while making out, we failed to notice the fact that my back was pressed up against the bell, so it rang, and my mother opened the door! Her face was priceless! And it was fun to see her yell at Robert about how that's not how "respectable boys" should behave! I'm grounded for a month, but hey, that's what the balcony is for, right?

Lorelai skipped a bunch of pages to come to one of July 4th.

July 4th, 1983

My parents aren't here, they're in Paris. Which is actually quite good. Me and Chris are back together! Oh! And it's been a month! That's the longest we've ever been together! It's that so great? Here I go again, expecting this diary to talk back to me. Or maybe it's my future self reading it. Or maybe, my future kids, or my parents distastefully reading this bit at my funeral using it to prove how much of a horrible person I am, oh well. Either way, hi! Hope you're having fun reading this! Ok, so back to the story. Well Chris and I haven't ever, you know. Had sex, but we've gotten really close! And when we do, I hope it's dreamy and the best thing I've ever experienced. But I just can't wait, we were about to earlier, but the maid knocked on the door and we had to go eat dinner. The maid doesn't mind me having Chris here. We kind of have an agreement, I don't freak her out, and she doesn't say anything to my parents about what I do when they're gone. It's easier than pie.

Chris and I let off some fire works in the back of the house and I think the old lady what's-her-face next door freaked out and peed herself. It was kind of funny to hear her come outside in her nightgown yelling and screaming at whoever had done that. That was the best night we had. Well I have to go. I promised Rosita that I would play a game of checkers with her.

Lorelai smiled. She remembered playing board games with the maids and the cook when she was younger when her parents weren't around. She had fun, and they didn't judge her.

July 29th, 1983

We did it! Oh my god! That was so amazing, I mean, it really wasn't the best, but me and Chris are meant to be and so it was just so great in that way! Oh, and for the person reading this, if you don't know what I did, I had sex! My mother thinks that I don't even know what it is, but I do. And I wish I could just say, there! I'm not as stupid you thought! And you never saw this coming! You couldn't have stopped it even if you had known it was going to happen! But I can't say that because then Chris would be forbidden from the house, my mother would have a heart attack, my father would blame me for her death, I would have placed shame upon the Gilmore name, and all that good stuff. So I keep my mouth shut and pretend nothing is happening.

March 10th, 1984.

Define love. I'm pregnant. Is that love. Was that created by love? Am I in love with Chris? Am I in love with the little clump of cells attached to the inside of me? Does it love me? Does it love Chris? If no, will it love me? Will it love Chris? Will it love my parents? Will it play checkers with the maids and hide it's true self? No. I refuse. I refuse to let said clump of cells have to live my life! But what am I going to do about it?

I went to tell Chris I was pregnant, and when I did, he went pale. He was paler than I had gone! I mean, come on! No one would ever have to know he's the father, so why was he all sick? I never realized how weak and stupid Chris was until now. He was never the one to lead, I've always been the one to make decisions, and he always tried to please everyone. But now I've got a baby. I've got my baby. Actually, it's a clump of cells as said before. So, it's MY clump of cells! Ha, doesn't that should weird. How am I going to tell Emily?

Lorelai closed her eyes. Define love. Her and Luke. That's what love was. "No! Stop!" she yelled at herself as tears streamed down her face. She couldn't cry. She needed to get over it. Love may have been Luke and her, but it couldn't be anymore, it had to be her and Rory. Her and her town. Her and her best friend. No! Her best friend was Luke! No! That can't be Luke! Love can't be that! It just couldn't if she wanted to live a life worth living.

She ran up the stairs and grabbed her present diary. It was the only way she had survived over the past years of hardship. It had provided her with comfort and therapy if you will. She had needed it in situations that she couldn't tell Sookie about, situations she couldn't tell Rory about, and now, this kind of situation.

She wrote something down and packed the diaries all in a box in the back of her closet. She wouldn't want to read them for a while. Can you blame her? Who would want to read about the most depressing moments in someone's life?

Luke woke up to find April already dressed and outside her tent doing homework. Do kids normally get up this early? He asked himself.

"Morning Luke." April said when she saw him come out.

"Good morning." he then noticed she was munching on some dried cereal. He looked harder and saw that it was Lucky Charms. "How long have you been up?" he asked.

"Oh, not long, an hour or so." she answered.

"An hour or so?" he asked. He yawned. "Why didn't you wake me up?" he asked.

"You were sleeping and waking people up unless completely necessary, is not what I like to do. Trust me. I've gotten tackled by mom many times because I woke her up on a Saturday or Sunday before 5. Let's just say that she won." April said. She was smiling. She was happy. She wasn't totally miserable in Luke's company. This in turn made Luke happy, and gave him the ability to forget about the dream he had had that night.

"Ah, yeah. I know about waking people up early. I would wake Lor--" he stopped. He hadn't wanted to bring Lorelai up. He had just wanted to forget about her while he was out here with his daughter. "I mean, when I would wake Liz up when I was younger, she would throw glass things at my head." he fixed. He didn't know if April had caught his slip.

She had. "Liz is your sister, right?" she asked.

"Yes. She's actually pregnant now." Babies. He thought. Goddamn it! Couldn't he get any peace in his head! Nope.

"Really? Does she know if it's a boy or a girl yet?" April asked.

"Not yet, I think she said she was only a month or two pregnant." Luke answered.

"So will I be meeting Liz soon?" April asked.

"Most likely. And maybe even Jess, her son." Luke added.

"How old is jess?" April asked.

"Uh…about 21." Luke answered.

"Previous marriage?" April asked.

"Yeah." Luke answered. He sat down on the log next to April. She looked up at him and held out the box of cereal.

"Lucky Charms?" she offered. Luke reached his arm into the box and ate the sugar infested complex carbs.

Lorelai found herself walking through the streets of Stars Hollow. She didn't remember getting dressed or getting her purse, or even leaving the house, but she must have, otherwise, she wouldn't be walking down the street.

She entered the book store. What was she doing in a book store? She had never been one to read. She hated it. It wasn't her ideal way of keeping busy or even having fun. That was Rory's thing. But here she was, in a book store.

She decided that Shakespeare, Dickens, Dumas, and Austen were a bit too historical in her life. She remembered reading them to Rory at night before putting Rory to bed. Even at the age of 3, Rory had wanted her mother to 'act' out scenes from Hamlet and use her millions of funny voices to imitate the characters in The Count of Monte Cristo. That kind of reading was from a part of her life filled with happy memories of Rory, but an empty feeling that resulted from her lack of partner or love.

She decided she needed a change from normalcy so she found herself searching through the shelves of DIY books. She found sewing (second nature and wouldn't take her mind off Luke), scrap booking (who does that in their spare time?), gardening (can you say "NO!"), and many others. Nothing caught her eye until she found a misplaced book that belonged two rows down. Hmmm…maybe it would help. She grabbed it, paid the $12.99 for it, and then headed towards the store to pick up supplies.

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So! Ducky is here, to save your sanity, and add more to her story. Do you like it? Is it bad, good? Oh, wait, you can't talk to me on here. It's the internet, but wait! Oh my god, I just got the best idea ever! You can REVIEW! You can review this chapter! See, I think of everything. Along with my quotes. So here's one from Charmedchic72's friend Catherine: "Dude, I'm taking off my pants and running." So what do you think of that quote?

And here's mine: "The first law of dietetics seems to be: if it tastes good, it's bad for you." – Issac Asimov. Very appropriate for a Gilmore Girls fic, right? Well I won't threaten you today because I have to go study for my finals. Sounds fun, huh? Well, I hope you had fun reading this chapter, and remember that ducky likes it when you give suggestions, predictions, or just funny quotes! Go Charmedchic72!