I wrote this a while ago, so some of the references (Mainly the Anna Nicole not being buried one) might not apply anymore. Also, I'm looking for a reviewer, my best friend usually does them, but she's currently really preoccupied with classes (ugh). So if anyone is interested leave me a message and we'll talk. I need someone who is dedicated and who knows how to write. (And I mean write well.) They will get to read chapters before I post them here and I will be eternally grateful.
Lorelai didn't sleep much after Christopher left. Every time she closed her eyes she saw his car, speeding away from her. At five am Lorelai rolled off the couch and went into her kitchen to make herself some coffee. She watched the black liquid drip slowly into the pot. Finally, the pot had filled. Lorelai poured herself a cup and then sipped the coffee, deep in thought. She took the cup of coffee with her upstairs. She turned her radio on and turned it up as loud as it would go before she began getting dressed, sipping her coffee intermittently. As she looked at herself in the mirror she noticed the redness in her eyes and how puffy they had become since she had spent the night crying. With a shaking hand Lorelai quickly applied foundation in an attempt to cover up the evidence.
When she was satisfied with her appearance, assuring herself that no one could tell she had been crying just by looking at her, she grabbed a coat and her purse and walked out the door. Snow blanketed her front lawn and it crunched as she walked across the lawn to her car. About halfway across the lawn, Lorelai slipped. She fell backwards onto the ground. Coldness and wetness began seeping through her jacket to her jeans. But instead of getting up, Lorelai just sat there. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, taking in the smell of the snow. Snow had always been a friend to her and that's what she needed now, a friend. After a bit, Lorelai stood up, brushing herself off. She bent down and felt around in the snow for her keys that she had dropped when she fell. Slowly, she got into that car and then turned the car on, knowing where she had to go.
The knock echoed around the hallway. Lorelai looked around, noting the peeling paint and the cracked walls. No one was answering the door and Lorelai was wondering how long she could stand out here before getting robbed. With a shiver, she knocked once more. Finally the door opened.
"Rory, I've been…Oh hello." Instead of her daughter, it was a blonde boy, Rory's boyfriend.
"Hi Ms. Gilmore." Logan held the door open for her and Lorelai walked past into the living room.
"How many times have I told you, call me Lorelai." Logan smiled. Lorelai could see why her daughter was attracted to this boy. His smile was like a toothpaste ad, brilliant and white. And the rest of him wasn't so bad either, he had kind of a movie star look about him, but he looked a little bad which was good. No one wants to date a pansy. Lorelai pulled herself from her thoughts. "I was actually looking for Rory, is she here?"
"Um no, I came here about an hour ago and the apartment was empty, no Paris or Rory."
"Of course." Lorelai pulled out her cell phone and prepared to dial Rory's number before Logan stopped her.
"It's no use. I called her three times. No answer."
"That's just great," Lorelai mumbled half to herself.
"I'm sorry, is there something I can do?"
"No. Everything's fine. Just dandy." Tears began streaming down Lorelai's face. "My husband and I argued a lot. By no means did we have the perfect marriage, but we could have moved past that. That is until I kept getting phone calls from some woman asking for Christopher. And then I find out that he's cheating on me! But other than that everything's just fine." Lorelai fell down to her knees, sobbing. Logan seemed a little unsure of what to do, but then he stepped towards her. He sat down next to her and wrapped his arms around his girlfriend's sobbing mother.
"It's ok," he comforted.
"No it's not. We're getting a divorce," Lorelai said into his shirt.
"That's ok you'll be better off without him." Logan patted Lorelai's back. Finally the tears subsided and Lorelai pulled back. A large wet spot had formed upon Logan's shirt.
"This must be so weird for you, having to comfort your girlfriend's psychotic mother." Lorelai wiped her eyes. Logan reached behind him and got a tissue for her. He handed it to her and she blew her nose.
"You aren't psychotic. See, no padded walls," he swept his arm around, pointing to the walls. "No straightjacket either. Anyone in your position would react the same way." Logan smiled at Lorelai again. He hadn't noticed before how much Rory looked like Lorelai. They looked more like sisters than mother and daughter.
"Well I better get going." Lorelai stood up. Logan handed her purse and her phone to her.
"Are you sure that you're going to be ok?" Lorelai nodded.
"Yeah, I think one break down a day is my maximum. Will you tell Rory that I stopped by?"
"Absolutely."
"Thanks." Lorelai put her hand on Logan's arm. "You're a great guy, my daughter's lucky to have you."
"She's lucky to have you too." Lorelai smiled and then she walked out the door, Logan closing the door behind her.
It had been two weeks since Christopher had moved out. Lorelai was coping, but barely. She had begun to recover until she had had to sign the divorce papers a week ago. That had put her over the edge once more. But now, gradually the spark was returning to her eyes.
"Must get coffee now," Lorelai commanded as she set her purse on the counter and slid into a seat. Lane waddled towards her with a coffee pot and a cup. As she poured she began to talk.
"So how are you?"
"I'm fine Lane." Lorelai sipped her coffee. "And how are you? It must be getting close to time now." Lorelai put her hand on Lane's protruding stomach.
"Nope. I'm convinced that these suckers are never coming out. They're jammed up in there. Intertwined, since there are two of them after all, so that there is no possible way they can get out. And I will be fat for the rest of my life. In fact they will have to customize a coffin for me that has a lump in it where my big fat stomach can go."
"May I make a suggestion guys," Lorelai talked to Lane's stomach. "Either come out now or don't ever come out because there is one major guilt trip waiting for the both of you." Lane shook her head and then waddled off to serve someone else. Luke walked up behind the counter. "You know she really shouldn't be working. She should rest." Lorelai told him, still watching Lane.
"I've told her that, but every time I kick her out she's there the next morning."
"That's why you don't feed them."
"But she says she's fine." Lorelai nodded and sipped her coffee. "So how are you?" Lorelai smirked a bit and sat her cup down.
"I'm fine. Jeez the way people treat me you'd think someone died."
"Well you did get a divorce."
"But I still have my health. And my dad got better. And leggings with mini skirts are back in, so everything is right with the world." Luke shook his head at her and began to ring something up on the cash register. "In fact, I think I'm ready to start dating." The drawer pinged as Luke accidentally pressed a wrong button.
"Yo..you're what?"
"I think I'm ready to start dating again." Lorelai sipped her coffee as if they were only talking about the weather.
"But it's only been two weeks and have you even told Rory yet?" Luke walked towards her.
"No I haven't told Rory, but I will soon. And I know it's only been two weeks, but I'm not getting any younger. Here I am, almost forty years old and what do I have to show for it? No ring on my finger and only one child that I had as a teenager. I mean don't get me wrong Rory's great, the best daughter a mom could ask for, but I would like more kids. And the window when I can have said kids is getting smaller. God I sound pathetic. I like to think I'm a strong, independent woman you know like Rosie the Riveter or something and here I am thinking if I only had a man." Lorelai shook her head.
"Well you know maybe sometime…" Luke began, but Lorelai cut him off.
"I know sometime I might find the right guy. That's what I've been told, but my prince charming must be one of those really stubborn guys you know. He must have got lost and now he refuses to ask for directions. Stupid men!" Lorelai slapped her hand on the counter.
"I actually was thinking that maybe you could go out with someone you already know like…"
"Christopher. I know that's who everyone wants to see me with. After all these years, he, Rory, and I could be one happy family. In fact that's what Rory thinks is the deal right now. Oh my gosh I'm an awful mother! I haven't even told my one and only daughter that her father and mother can't seem to work it out and they are now divorced."
"You're not an awful mother," Luke reassured her. "But what I was trying to say was…"
"Sorry Luke, but I have to go. I need to tell Rory." Lorelai threw some money on the counter and ran out of the diner.
"Will you go out with me Lorelai?" Luke whispered to her retreating back. Lane walked up behind him and touched his shoulder.
"I heard you guys talking and you know next time she comes in here I think that you should tell her…"
"That I like her, I know." Luke threw his hands up and then went to busy himself in the kitchen.
"Actually I was going to say that you should tell her that if she can figure out how to get these things out of me she can have them." Lane shook her head and then walked over to fill someone's coffee.
"Rory I need to talk to you!" Lorelai beat on Rory's apartment door. Finally the door swung open, but it wasn't Rory behind the door instead it was Paris. "Does my daughter even live here?"
"What?" Paris demanded.
"Never mind. Is Rory here? I need to talk to her."
"I think she's in her room." Paris held the door open and Lorelai walked in. She strode through the living room and pushed into Rory's room without even knocking. Rory was asleep in her bed. Without even thinking, Lorelai began to shake her.
"There better be something on fire Paris," Rory mumbled, half asleep.
"Rory wake up it's me."
"Mom?" Rory sat up in bed. "What are you doing here?"
"Your dad and I split up. We're not married anymore." Lorelai stared at her daughter. Rory's face showed little expression.
"You know this would be a really sucky wake up call if I didn't already know."
"You already knew?" Lorelai looked confused.
"Yes, Logan told me. And by the way," Rory threw her covers off. "why does Logan know things about my parents before I do?" Rory crossed her arms. "That kind of makes me angry."
"Well you weren't here. I wanted to talk to you, but you were…"
"Salsa dancing with Paris."
"And then I kind of had a break down and Logan was there to attempt to comfort me. I'm really sorry I had just broken up with my husband. I needed someone to talk to. Do you forgive me?"
"Of course. Partly because you're my mother and partially because you're just too pitiful to be angry with." Lorelai attempted a smile. Rory gave her mother a quick hug and then got up to pick out an outfit. Glancing into the mirror, she saw her mother seated on her bed. Rory smiled at her and Lorelai smiled back. Rory began to brush her hair.
"I think I'm ready to start dating again," Lorelai announced. Rory's eyes got large and she put down her brush.
"And the hits keep on coming." She whirled around to face her mother. "You're ready to start dating?"
"Well yeah. I mean, it's no surprise that your father and I divorced. Things were never really smooth sailing for the two of us." Rory walked over and sat next to her mother on the bed. She attempted to get her head wrapped around the words her mother had just said.
"Surprisingly I think I'm ok with you dating. I would have thought that it would bother me more, I mean it should bother me more, but I think it's good for you. You should date. But, date who?"
"Well that's my problem. I want to date and yet there's no one for me to date."
"No one for you to date? Come on there has to be someone."
"I swear every guy I see I think about dating and then I realize that they'll either turn me into Juliette Collins or Anna Nicole Smith."
"May she rest in peace." Rory put her hand to her heart.
"Well may she finally rest."
"Yeah they really need to bury her."
"She's got to be starting to smell."
"They didn't bury James Brown for over three weeks." Lorelai nodded. "Well what about Luke?"
"What about Luke?"
"It's no secret that he has had a thing for you forever and he's the right age."
"But he's Luke. He's my friend. My supplier. He brings me coffee every morning and food pretty much every meal, usually accompanied by a comment on my eating habits and how they disgust him. And if we break up then there's no more food for me. We'll never be able to eat at Luke's again." Rory's face fell.
"Yeah," she muttered sadly.
"I'm dying in America," Lorelai stated.
"You're not alone," Rory continued the quote. They sat in silence for a moment.
"So you went salsa dancing with Paris?" Lorelai finally seemed to comprehend that.
"Graduation thing." Lorelai mouthed oh and nodded and the two of them lapsed into silence once more.