Doing What's Right on the Wedding Night Chapter 9: Angie, Trish, and, um, Bob, a gilmore girls fanfic

Doing What's Right on the Wedding Night

Rating: A probably unnecessary PG-13

Disclaimer: If Gilmore Girls belonged to me, you wouldn't be reading this. Instead, you'd being watching the Gilmore channel, which would play Gilmore Girls around the clock (early season 7 would be banned). But alas, I don't own it, and we are therefore forced to suffer with no Gilmore-devoted channels. Oh, and some of the dialog is borrowed from "The Road Trip to Harvard".

Chapter 9: Angie, Trish, and, um, Bob

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"Wow!" I exclaimed. "Harvard is over 300 years old."

"Founded in 1636," Rory said affectionately.

"That means that almost everyone who ever went to Harvard is dead now. Are you sure you still want to ge here?" I asked. Luke rolled his eyes.

"Lorelai, almost everyone who ever lived in America is dead now. Are you sure you still want to live here?" he mocked. I used his attempt to make fun of me against him.

"No! Let's move to Canada!" I said. Luke rolled his eyes and I looked back at the Harvard guidebook in my hand. "They developed the pacemaker here. Also, they discovered how electromagnetism and radioactivity are two manifestations of of the same force and postulated existence of a charmed quark." What the hell does that mean? I wondered.

"I was wondering who did that," Luke said sarcastically.

"The smarties at Harvard," Rory said. I smiled and read more of the guide book.

"Holy smokes. They get an average of 18,000 applicants every year and only 2,000 get in. Those are not good odds," I said.

"No, they're not," Luke said. "But at least Rory has more people who's faces she can rub it in to when she's accepted." I smiled at Luke's show of confidence for my daughter.

"Of course she'll get in," I said, "she's different." I looked back to the guidebook. "Past graduates. Henry James..."

"Isn't that a beer?" Luke asked.

"An a novelist," Rory corrected. "Go on."

"John Adams. That one's a beer!"

"Our second president. He's very in right now."

"I knew that," Luke said.

"Shut up," I said with a pout before continuing. "W.E.B Du Bois, Yo-Yo Ma. Oh, cool! Fred Gwynn."

"Who?" Rory asked.

"Herman Munster. Now I'm impressed," I joked. We walked up to a vendor.

"Do you want something?" Rory asked.

"Yeah, a nice cold John Adams," I said, shooting a look at Luke.

"Or some coffee?" Rory asked.

"Or some coffee," I agreed. Rory walked to the vendor and I started looking at the bulletin board. "Hey, there's people looking for roommates. Tons of them," I started reading the ads, "'Wanted, girls to share a two bedroom apartment locate in trial bridge, quiet building, quiet building, so quiet roomie a must,'" I shook my head, "Join a convent and cloister yourself, you loser."

"Lorelai," Luke said, "it's gonna be two years before she goes to Harvard. These people will have roommates or have graduated by then. Besides," he added, "you don't need to visit Rory daily, you gotta give the girl some space once she's in college."

"You just don't want me to move away," I teased.

"Something like that," he said quietly. I grinned and gave him a kiss. His arm snaked around my waist and the kiss deepened. Then Rory walked up.

"Whoa, you two. Just because we're on a college campus doesn't mean you two have to make out in public like college kids. I'm being scarred here!" she said. Me and Luke broke apart and he smiled at me.

"I'm gonna go grab a soda," he said, gesturing to the vendor.

"Why didn't you just ask Rory when she was over there?" I asked

"Cause I just decided I wanted it now," he answered.

"Or maybe you just are trying to hold on to your masculinity and refuse to be helped by a woman!" I joked accusingly.

"What?" he asked in confusion. I laughed.

"Just go get you're soda." He smiled at me again (God I love that smile) and walked over to the vendor. I returned my attention to the bulletin board and a boy I assumed to be student walked over to me.

"Man there are a lot of postings here," he stated.

"Oh, yeah, there sure are," I said.

"You looking for a place to live?"

"Uhh, maybe."

"Well there's a lot of choices. Something for everybody."

"Yeah, yeah. Unless you're one of those existentialists who can't really figure out what they want."

"Good point, good point. Hey, I think we have a class together. Contract Law, Professor Chefferson?" It was around here that I realized he was flirting with me. I glanced over at Luke to see if he had noticed. He had, and he did not look overjoyed by the fact.

"Oh yeah, Chef's class."

"Right. I've been meaning to say hi to you."

"Really?" I asked, glancing at Luke, who looked very, very jealous.

"Yeah."

"Oh, hi."

"Hi."

"Hi," I said, keeping my eye on a increasingly jealous Luke.

"So, do you like the class?"

"Um, it's not too bad." I swear Luke was about to explode. I couldn't get over how cute it was that he was getting jealous over some random college kid.

"He's kinda got a monotone voice. If I don't caf up he puts me right to sleep."

"Oh, I'm about to caf up just for the hell of it," I said, holding up my coffee cup.

"Okay. So I'll see you in class. An maybe at that Phi Cap party tonight?"

"Ginchy!"

"Cool. Bye."

"Bye." He walked away and Luke came over, still looking jealous.

"So, who was that?" he asked.

"Oh, I don't know. He didn't mention his name. Why? You jealous?"

"No, of course not. I mean, he has to be like ten years younger than you. What do I have to be jealous about?" He sounded like he was saying this more to himself than to me.

"Nothing." I kissed him. "Absolutely and totally nothing." Luke seemed calm after I said this and we kissed again. I applaud my daughter for waiting until tongue was involved to interrupt.

"Um, guys. Public place and lots of scarring. These are things I will tell my therapist." Me and Luke broke apart and the three of us kept walking.

After convincing Rory that she doesn't suck and doesn't fritter too much, we walked past a dorm. I looked at it approvingly.

"This is a dorm? Not bad, huh?"

"Pretty actually," Rory said.

"Come on, let's see what it looks like inside."

"Lorelai, we can't do that!" Luke said.

"Why not?" Rory answered for him.

"It says 'Residents Only' in plain English."

"So?" I walked into the building, giving Luke and Rory no choice but to follow me.

We got inside and Rory started worrying.

"We're gonna get in trouble," she said.

"You're such a worrywart." I saw two female students walking down the hall. "Ooh, get in character."

"What?"

"Hey there!" The girls looked at me and the first one answered.

"Hi."

"I'm Angie, this is Trish. And this is, um, Bob." Luke shot me a look.

"Hi," Girl number two said.

"How's it going?"

"Not bad," said girl number one.

"Oh, cool. We're just kinda hanging out between classes. We got Chef next. So, we'll probably see you at the Phi Alpha Beta thing tomorrow, right?" Luke looked at me in amusement.

"Maybe," said Girl Number 1.

"Yeah, I know, we're not sure either. They can so totally lame. Gag me."

"Yeah," Girl number one agreed. "See ya." They left and Rory turned to me.

"You do realize that all of your college jargon comes from 'Happy Days' and the 'Valley Girls' song?" she asked. I waved her off and kept walking.

tbc

So, like, yeah, oh my God, that chapter like took forever, and I considered writing more but then I was like "Oh my God, no. Gag me with a spoon!". (Sorry, writing this totally made me have to look up the 'Valley Girls' song on Youtube. I will end up talking like this for hours)

Like oh my God, like review! That would be like so bitchen! If you don't review, like bag your face!