A/N- Hello! Thanks for the feedback on the last chapter. Yeah, I hate it when Lit fights. But it has to happen sometimes. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this little bit of feel good material, even if it doesn't completely make up for it. Also, feel free to comment on the actual argument they're having, if you want. It's a real argument, lots of people, especially lots of couples, have. So you're more than welcome to throw in your two cents if you have an opinion or insight that you think I've missed or could better portray. Please keep reading and reviewing, I desperately need feedback to make this thing better. I do not own Gilmore Girls or any of its characters or concepts but I do own cookware and managed to actually make fettucine alfredo with chicken tonight. Yep. That's right, I'm a self-sufficient adult :D I'm still a Gilmore at heart and prefer takeout/diner food though. But this place is more expensive than Emily's rage-shopping spree.


Chapter 92

Rory opened the door. "Mom!"

"Aww, Rory," Lorelai said, pulling her daughter into an enormous hug, "What's going on? What happened? Where's Jess?"

"Stars Hollow," Rory answered, her head hanging low. Lorelai cocked her eyebrow in confusion and Rory sighed. "We had a fight. A really bad fight. Really, really bad."

"What happened?" Lorelai asked, guiding Rory over to the bed. They sat down on it and Rory burst into tears again.

"God, he is just so infuriating!" she choked, "All I want is to be with him and around him and near him and suddenly that's a crime and it makes me a 1950s stereotype and Gloria Steinem and Simone de Beauvior should pull my arms in different directions until I split in half!"

"Well honey, then you'd only be half the woman you are now, and given your current stress level I'm not sure you could handle life that way," Lorelai said, trying to keep a straight face. Rory glared at her. "Okay, hon, catch me up a bit here. Why are you pissing off the feminist movement?"

"I want to work in Philadelphia," Rory answered, "And stay here. With Jess. And yes, I know how disappointed in me you're going to be and you're going to react just like he did and I get it, I know that makes me awful considering everything you sacrificed for me, and how hard you worked to have your dreams anyway, and how I have that opportunity and I'm just throwing it away for a guy, and how completely…"

"Okay, stop right there!" Lorelai cut her off, "This conversation requires ice cream. Serious ice cream. Do you own serious ice cream?"

"Vanilla?"

"That's a no," Lorelai sighed, "We're going to the grocery store to pick up supplies. But before we do, listen to me. I do not agree with him."

"You don't?"

"No," Lorelai said flatly, "I wouldn't leave Luke for anything. I don't even like leaving him to come see you, as much as I hate to admit it. And that doesn't make you any weaker or any worse of an independent, strong, self-assured woman. It doesn't make you antifeminist or unmotivated or one of those girls with no ambition who only aspires to getting her MRS. There is nothing wrong with being in love with someone and wanting to settle down with them. And I would never, and will never, hold it against you that you want that. In fact, I think it's one of the most amazing things that could ever happen to you. Are we clear?"

"Clear," Rory smiled weakly, hugging her mom tight, "Thanks."

"Anytime, " she answered, "So let's go get stocked up. I have a feeling I'm going to be here a while."

"Okay, we're just about done. Let's make sure we didn't miss anything. Marshmallows?"

"Check."

"Nutella?"

"Check."

"Three jars?"

"Four."

"Good daughter. Phish food ice cream?"

"Check."

"Fudge brownie?"

"Check."

"Strawberry cheesecake ice cream to fill our health quotient?"

"Check," Rory rolled her eyes.

"Cookie dough?"

"Um…ice cream or actual dough?"

"Both."

"Check and check."

"Frosting?"

"Check."

"Doritos?"

"Check. Nacho cheese."

"The only good kind. Fritos?"

"Check."

"Twizzlers?"

"Check."

"Kit kats?"

"Check."

"Reeses?"

"Sticks or cups?"

"Cups."

"Check."

"Soda?"

"Check."

"Wine?"

"Check."

"Strawberry daiquiri mix?"

"Check."

"Whisky?"

"What do we need whisky for?"

"Our much anticipated Literature of the Shared Bookshelf drinking game?"

Rory leaned over and grabbed a bottle. "Check."

"Popcorn?"

"Check."

"Donuts?"

"Check."

"And pie?"

"Nope."

"What? No pie?" Lorelai looked at her daughter incredulously, "But…"

"The pie at the coffee place is better," she answered, "Trust me."

"Alright. And we're ordering Chinese and Pizza?"

"Should that be enough?"

"I think so. We can always add tacos if not."

"You do realize we're diseased?"

"Absolutely sick."

"We should be studied under a microscope."

"Don't be silly, the food will make us far too fat to fit under a microscope," Lorelai grinned, "Ooh! Sour gummi worms!"

"There's nothing even resembling food that makes up any part of that."

"No, but there's gelatin in them. And gelatin is in marshmallows."

"Your logic is astounding. Grab 'em."

"Yay!" Lorelai smiled widely, throwing three bags in the cart. Rory smiled.

"Have I mentioned that I'm glad you're here?"

"You might have, but it can never hurt to be reminded," Lorelai smirked. Rory grinned.

"Thanks for coming, Mom."

"Anytime, anywhere, hon," Lorelai nodded, "I'm always here."