SORRY SORRY SORRY! I know I haven't updated in about forever. I'll try to be better I promise. There's just this little thing called college and it kinda demands a good chunk of my time.
A/N: Okay, finally to the reason why I started writing this. I've always wanted a story of what happened with the moment of Lorelai and Clorox that she mentions in "Rory's Birthday Parties". Then I decided to put in a brother for her and BAM here it is. The meat of the story with out all the background can finally begin. I hope you all like it. I am going to be blatantly ignoring the deal with Lorelai's debutante dress and all that. Figure its happened but somehow the news didn't come out. Well Lorelai figured it out but somehow got around the dress issue, I really don't know. And to end this author's note, i'd really like some reviews, maybe people aren't reading the story, idk, there are tons of hits just very few reviews and that makes me sad. Even if you hate it tell me, add why, but tell me how you feel cuz it helps! I am thinking about posting this at BWR as well, we'll see how things go. On to the story!
Chapter 4: Clorox Makes the Room Spin Round
She couldn't believe she was sixteen and going to have a baby; not that anyone else besides her knew about that little fact, her family, especially her parents, would be devastated. Hopefully Nicholas would take it better once the cat was let out, but only time would tell.
Today had been a particularly difficult and stressful day, albeit was her sixteenth birthday. The right side of the bed had apparently taken the day off and left her alone to face the wrong side all by herself. Birthdays were supposed to be happy, exciting days full of surprise, love and support. That was not how Lorelai's day went unfortunately. She woke up way to early with yet another urgent need to puke up whatever was left, if anything, after last night's rendezvous with the toilet, Sam. Nothing tasted right either, which led to that evenings fight between her and Emily.
Lorelai sat at the table with her family for her birthday dinner, silently pushing the food around her plate trying to make it look as if it had been eaten. Apparently this con couldn't get passed her mother. "Lorelai, eat your pate."
"I'm not hungry." She lean back in her chair and crosses her arms, a posture that reflects the stubbornness she has inherited from both parents, refusing to eat any more of her food.
"Lorelai, I said eat your pate!"
"No." she counters and takes a breath to mutter "It smells like Clorox." Nothing was tasting right today, so she decided it was better not to eat than taste it backwards later that night.
"What did you say?" Emily states indignantly, refusing to have a surly daughter at the table on her own birthday.
"I said, it smells like Clorox! I'm not going to eat something that smells nasty."
"That's enough! I've had it. I had this dinner made especially for you. The last time we ate this meal you praised it and now you refuse to eat any of it? It's your birthday dinner and you will eat it.
"NO! You can't make me!"
Richard and Nicholas watch the conversation like a tennis match. There have been many fights at this table in the past few years between Emily and Lorelai, so they have come to know that it's really better to stay out of it until everything has blown over.
Emily continues to go at Lorelai, she felt that her work should be appreciated. "Today may be your birthday but you've been moping around the house all day and cranky on top of that. Some days I just don't know what to do about you anymore." Her daughter sits there with no emotion on her face, no response at all to her outburst. Lorelai tries hard to keep everything inside; she can't help that the food smells horrible and that its been a bad day. Normally she loves her birthday and is a ball of energy but today just isn't working out. "Well?" Emily queries, "can you act decent for the rest of dinner, while finishing it the same time? Otherwise I don't see much point in having any cake if you're not going to appreciate it."
Lorelai nods, her face a mask showing only that a decision has been made. "Actually, I think I'll just head up to my room," inwardly thinking that solitude would be very welcome. She stands up and leaves the dining room and retreats to her room.
"Lorelai! Lorelai! You do not just get up and leave the table without finishing dinner or asking permission. Lorelai!" During the fight both men have kept silent and still do not dare to speak. Emily fumes at her daughter's behavior, once again wondering why her daughter is such a constant source of discourse within the household.
