So, Ducky, who is in Maine as she types (Yay! Maine! The beach!), has been able to get online, and write just enough of her story to be considered a chapter. And my dear friend, Sammi, or Charmedchic72, is leaving for a week, and won't be able to read my story after really early Saturday morning, so this is for her, hope you like it, oh, and I hope you have fun next week! Oh, and much thanks to my beta, who can write stories, read them, edit them, and help me fight crime on a daily basis! Thanks Robin!
Disclaimer: hmmm, I think I would own a cottage on the beach before owning Gilmore Girls, and because I don't own ANY building on the beach, I think it's safe to say that the fate of Gilmore Girls is not in my hands. Sorry.
Chapter 9: Mentally Emotionally Involved
Lorelai thought she heard something crash as she walked down the street, but decided to ignore it. As she came up to Patty's dance studio, she got a sudden feeling of dread. Not that she hadn't been feeling that way before, but now it was worse and made her want to vomit. Why did she have to go to this? Oh yeah, because if she didn't, she would be bugged by the townies for the rest of eternity.
So, in spite of the dread, she entered the studio to find it fuller than usual. She took one of the only available seats in the back just as the meeting was starting.
"So, now today, we have quite a lot of things to discuss. First on the list, is the problem of the pesky children that are being allowed into our park." Taylor started the meeting.
"You mean the school playground?" Babette asked.
"Yes! They are leaving their food wrappers all around; they are disregarding the rules, and are making too much noise! The noise is disturbing the elderly community that surrounds to school. I mean, just the other day Mrs. Galepo was complaining about how she can't get her afternoon nap because of this noise problem! They have been requested to be quieter, but it just isn't doing it! We need to find a solution and the only one we have at this moment is banning them from the grounds outside." Taylor concluded.
"Taylor, Mrs. Galepo is 102 years old, she should be in a nursing home where she can get the help she needs." Miss Patty said.
"That's beside the point!" Taylor argued. "The children need to go!" he said.
" Taylor, let the kids play!" Gypsy said.
"Yeah, they can only do so much! Let 'em have some fun!" Babette agreed.
"But it still stands that they make such a mess! It's costing us more to keep the janitors for half an hour extra each week to pick up!" he argued.
"And that's what? Five extra bucks a week? Let 'em be Taylor!" Jackson added.
"But the point is--" Taylor began.
"Save it Taylor! Leave the kids alone." Bootsy said.
"All those in favor of banning the kids from the playground, say Aye." Miss patty said. The room was silent. "All those opposed, say nay." Miss Patty added. The whole room was filled with Nays.
"Fine." Taylor gave in. "On to the next item on our agenda. I would like to address the issue of the newly arisen Luke and Lorelai break up that is more than apparent to the town at this point." Taylor said.
Lorelai let out a huge sigh. She had been waiting for this, but she thought Taylor would save it for last.
"I request that Lorelai Gilmore please stand so we all can know who you are." Taylor instructed.
" Taylor, everyone knows me. I'm not standing up." Lorelai said.
"Fine, be stubborn. Now, on with the issue. Lorelai could you please tell us if this is a temporary thing or if you and Luke plan to get back together." Taylor asked.
Lorelai's jaw dropped. Yeah, as if we planned this! As if I know what the hell is going to happen! You want to know what; I don't want to talk about it! Screw them, they can guess like all normal people do! She told herself.
"Taylor, I will not tell you anything about the current situation except for that I don't know what is going to happen." she started. She was about to say more but was interrupted by Patty.
"Hunny, it's good to get you're feelings out now." she said sympathetically but Lorelai knew she just wanted something to gossip about.
"Yeah, and it lowers the blood pressure too!" Babette pointed out. All eyes were on Lorelai.
She decided that if she couldn't even tell her best friend the details, then she wasn't ready to tell the town either.
"It is none of your business. Me and Luke are not together at the moment, end of story. Is my love life the only thing you have for entertainment? I'm ashamed to call myself your neighbor if it is. I'm leaving, and I advise that you all get a new hobby." she said angrily as she grabbed her purse and left the town in shock. Where would they find a new hobby?
She got outside and slumped against the door. She didn't want to deal with this. She didn't want to deal with the questions. She didn't want to have to see the truth--that it was her fault. Answering the questions would cause her to see the truth. She might not have to tell anyone else, but she would know the truth. She didn't want to know the truth. She didn't want to admit it. She didn't want to have anything to do with the truth. She wanted to be able to blame everything on someone else like she always did. She didn't want to tear away from habit. It was too hard.
Tears started to come down. She was now sitting on the cold concrete of the ground next to the wall. Her tears flowed freely as she sobbed.
"Why? Why did I do it? Why did I let him go!" she yelled at herself. She grabbed her hair and tried to pull it out. It was obviously a futile attempted, but you couldn't blame a girl for trying.
"Stupid me! Uhhhh!" she yelled at herself. She slammed her fists on the ground, only to feel the pain shoot up through her hands to her wrists. She stomped her feet on the ground repeatedly. She took the makeup in her purse and started throwing at the ground in front of her. "I hate you!" she yelled at all of her possessions as they came crashing to the ground, the majority of the things being fragile and breaking upon contact. God, would Taylor have a field day with this littering. She sat in anger and sobs for five minutes before she heard someone else.
"Lorelai? What the hell?" she heard Luke's voice.
"Luke. Just go." she pleaded. She didn't need him to see her breakdown.
"What happened?" he asked. He had obviously noticed the bits of glass and color scattered all over the ground in front of her.
"Please Luke, just leave me alone." she begged.
"Not until you tell me what happened." he said firmly.
"No Luke! Just go!" she yelled. She was still sobbing, and Luke could tell.
"Lorelai, just let me help." he said softly.
"No! Go!" she yelled again.
"I…I…I can't." he told her. She knew why. He thought he loved her. But Lorelai couldn't deal with that. He had given up door number one a week ago, and she had to remember that.
"Yes you can! Now go!" she told him. He reached for her, trying to give her a hug but she pushed him away. "Stop it Luke! Just go home!" she yelled at him.
"Lorelai! I can't just go! I have to know what's wrong! You're here crying with bits of glass lying all around! I can't just leave you!" he said. His eyes started to glaze over now too. He reached for her a second time, but again, she pushed him away.
"You lost the right to touch me, to hold me, to know what's wrong, and to comfort me when you chose to keep your two lives separate and to give me up!" she told him bitterly as she tried to lift herself up. Luke offered a hand but she pushed it away.
"I didn't give you up. You chose for me, and you know that. That's why you're out here beating yourself up. I know you Lorelai. Please just--" he started.
"I have to go." Lorelai said as she quickly leaves. She knows that if she stays, she'll start to hate herself even more, because she knows that Luke was never at fault, it was always her fault. But it wasn't. She didn't keep the secret for two months and then postpone the wedding and then ignore the one she loved. That was Luke. But again, it still felt like her fault.
Luke laid there in bed. Had that just happened? Did he really just see Lorelai Gilmore breakdown a little less than an hour ago? Did she really just leave him there after he said he cared too much, he loved too much, to just let go? Yes, it had all happened.
He just couldn't believe it. It was almost as unbelievable as the call he had gotten about an hour and half ago. Why had she called? But of course, she had explained it all in the call, but it still shocked him. He had tried to tell her the he didn't want to, but she hadn't taken no as an answer and had hung up before he could tell her he was wouldn't. Oh well, he would just have to listen to her.
As for Lorelai, fine. If she was done, so was he. He had been through enough with her and every other woman on earth. He was done. He resolved to harden his heart, and let it all go. Let it all just be in the past, except what he had now, and move on; without Lorelai. He wouldn't give her any thought now, and he didn't care what the hell happened to her. The more he cared, the more he got rejected and hurt. He couldn't handle the rejection and hurt anymore, he was done.
Lorelai was lying in bed. It was 11. She was curled up in a ball, crying again. She knew her ability for tears was at least four times as powerful as she had reached so far that night, so it wasn't over. She now realized how stupid she had been. There was the chance to end it all, and to be together again, but she had given it up.
She had been stupid. Beyond stupid, moronic, idiotic. Stupid as hell. None of those even came close to the self hatred she felt, but they would have to do.
She closed her eyes and tried to wish the tears away.
"This is Lorelai and sometimes Luke's house. Oh, and Rory's too. You know what to do. If you don't, you shouldn't be using the phone." Lorelai's voice could be heard from the answering machine. BEEP.
"Lorelai, this is your mother. I was calling to remind you of diner tonight. I know you're going to try and get out of it, but unless you are dying, I want you here no later than 6." Emily said. Lorelai had just woken up at about seven but it seemed her mother had gotten up earlier to make that call.
"Of course. Emily wants to know if I'll be coming, and of course I will, because I know she will use it against me for the rest of my life." Lorelai said dramatically as she walked into the kitchen.
She turned and stood staring at the coffee pot for a good five minutes before rejecting it and walking to the refrigerator. She didn't see anything in there that she found appealing. She closed the door and walked back into the living room. Nothing to do but get dressed and go to work. Or not. She decided it was time to use those sick days she had been saving up.
She called the inn and told them she wasn't feeling well and that she wouldn't be coming in until Monday. Michel protested, but she didn't care. She hung up quickly and went to purging the house of all that was a reminder. It was like going on a crusade to save the holy sanity of Lorelai.
"Rory, what are you doing?" Logan asked.
"I am getting laundry done. What does it look like I'm doing?" she asked.
"Trying to build a replica of Mt. Everest with all of the cloth in the apartment." he answered with a smile. It was true; there was huge pile of sheets, clothing, and towels that was 6 inches short of being taller than she was.
"I'm just trying to get this done! So when I get home, we have clean sheets. And of course so I don't have to do any small loads for a while." she added.
"Come here my little clothing Nazi." he said.
"Hey! I am in no way a Nazi!" she protested as he pulled her into his arms.
"Oh, well then you have fallen prisoner to the Nazi clothing." he answered as he kissed her neck.
" Logan. I need to get the laundry done. I promise we can continue this tonight with the clean sheets tonight. But first, let me get the sheets cleaned. Ok?" she asked.
"Ok, but they better be extra clean if I'm gonna wait for 'em." he said.
"They will be!" Rory said as she pulled away and went to finish her laundry.
"So are you going to your grandmother's house tonight?" he asked.
"Yeah, I always do. Why?" Rory asked.
"Because I was wondering if you could get out a bit early and come hang with me. You know, like dinner." he said.
"I will see what I can do." Rory said.
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Dun dun dun! Who called? Whom did Luke talk to that wouldn't let him get a word in edgewise? Why is Lorelai acting the way she is? And what is wrong with the town? Did they really all escape from a mental institution? Well, you'll just have to wait! Tell me what you think though. I think this is one of the better chapters, and I would really appreciate it if you reviewed. Please, for my writing's sake? Well, here's my quote of the chapter:" The word 'politics' is derived from the word 'poly', meaning 'many', and the word 'ticks', meaning 'blood sucking parasites'." –Larry Hardiman. What do you think of it? I like it, it's funny. Hehe.