A/N- FIGHT! FIGHT! Do tell me if I've written it well.
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Lorelai walked in the door of her house. "Chris? Chris, I'm home."
Chris came walking down the stairs. "Hello, Lorelai."
"Okay, I get that you're mad."
"No, I'm not mad. I'm not mad at all."
"Chris…"
"No, Lorelai, no. I'm not doing this."
"Can we please just talk?"
"Fine. Talk."
"This whole thing… it was just so rushed, okay? I loved Luke. And when we broke up, it hurt Chris, it really did. So… I needed comfort. I needed someone that I could rebound on, because I've got the emotional baggage that even an industrial forklift couldn't hold. You- you were the first person that came to mind, okay? You're the father of my child, we just have so much history. And then, things started getting so serious. I thought I loved you Chris, I really did."
"And now?"
"I don't know anymore."
"Fine. I'll be sleeping on the couch tonight, don't wait up."
And with that Chris was gone. He went out the door without any thought. Lorelai sank to the ground and began to cry.
Rory walked in through the door of Paris and Doyle's apartment. She looked around miserably, just… needing her mom in that moment. She didn't want Logan, she didn't want Paris, she for some reason wanted to be seventeen again and still in the ritual of Chilton to home to Luke's to Jess to her mom. She wanted to be with her, she didn't want to worry about college graduation and money and living and Logan. She just wanted to go back to being a kid again. Was that too much to ask for? Just for one night? But she knew that her mom was busy with her dad, and she'd feel awkward breaking in on that. She took a deep breath and walked into her room. Grabbing her well read copy of Pride and Prejudice; she opened her dresser and took out a pair of pajamas. Quickly showering and getting dressed, she settled down in her bed and began to read. Before she knew it, she was sound asleep.
"Rory, Rory, come play come play!" Lane's voice was yelling. "I can't Lane, I can't play. It's school! I have to go to school!"
"It's only the first day of first grade!"
"It's the first of all firsts, please be early with me?"
"Okay."
Sitting through the day… tic, toc, tic, toc. Clock is ticking, clock is ticking… learn, learn. Go home.
"Mommy, mommy! You forgot to pick me up!"
The girl… the little girl… looks around… "Mommy?"
No mommy anywhere… where's the mommy…
Rory woke up with a gasp. She was sweat covered and her blankets were in a ball on the floor. She turned over and tried desperately to go back to sleep. She couldn't, she couldn't sleep. She missed her mom. Why was that so hard to comprehend? It was the first day of college all over again. It was last year's fight all over again. She couldn't page her; she couldn't call her… why couldn't she? But she was all alone. Get used to it, Gilmore, it's happening more and more.
Lorelai awoke and turned over, expecting to see Chris on the other side of the bed, or at least a warm spot. But no… all of last night came back at her. Was it a dream? She glanced at the clock. Twelve forty-five. Jesus, she'd slept late. Mumbling tiredly, she got out of bed and haphazardly threw on an outfit. At least it wasn't her rodeo outfit. She laughed under her breath, remember that day. If Lorelai had been cliché, she would have thought of how fast time flies by. But really, it did. Here was a woman getting closer and closer to forty by the day that still was getting her life on track. Hell, I even have a kid. She took a deep breath and picked up the phone. Dialing Chris' work number, she tried as hard as possible not to hyperventilate as she heard it ring. "Hello?"
"Hi, Chris…"
"Lor."
At least he wasn't as mad as last night.
"I have one question for you. How the hell did you find out?"
"Why now, Lorelai?"
"Chris, come one. I need to know."
"The guy gave me his and his lawyer's numbers. I called his lawyer with a question, and the guy who answered said he'd never heard of this guy. I called the guy up, and he answered the phone with, 'Whoever the hell is calling right now, hang the fuck up.' He isn't legal, is he."
"Chris."
"I don't want to talk to you anymore, Lorelai. Ever."
"What!? Chris, come on, you can't just do that!"
"Watch me. I can't be in this relationship right now, Lorelai. I can't."
"Can we at least… try?"
"I was never ready for this. I was… caught up in the moment. I never really believed this was all real, Lor."
Lorelai's voice was soft. "I never did either, Chris."
"So, this is another one of these non-lasting relationships, isn't it?"
"I think it is."
"I'll pick up my stuff Monday."
"Okay."
"Good-bye, Lorelai."
"Bye Chris."
She was suddenly free. She wasn't married, she wasn't in a relationship. She picked up the phone again and called Rory.
"Hello?"
"Hey babe."
"Mom."
"Your dad and I… we're over."
Rory was silent.
"Rory? Honey, are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Are you though?"
"I don't know, Rory. Just… come over, babe. We can have a movie night. And- and you can sleep in your room."
"Are you sure that's what you want?"
"I'm sure. Now, let's see. What movies do we want? I was thinking along the lines of new, boring teenage dramas. The ones that you love to make fun of."
"We'll hit the movie store the second I get there... but I was thinking more of scary, with really bad effects."
"I'll see you soon."
"Okay. Bye Mom."
"Bye hon."
Later they sat finishing up on the original version of The Amityville horror, with the eighties version of The Exorcist beside them and disgusting junk covering the table.
"I'm so full, yet I can't stop eating!"
Rory put another marshmallow into her mouth.
"Ohh, try that, with chocolate."
"Ohh, yum!"
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh… don't mention chocolate…"
"You were the one that mentioned it?"
"Stop talking about it… ohhhhhhh…"
"Are you getting old? Is it possible that you're not able to take all the intake of food?"
"No! Shut up. I can eat just as much as before."
"I'm sure you can."
"Yes! I can! Did you see all those fries that I ate?"
"All three of them?"
"I am not getting old! Ohhhhhhh… I'd argue more but I'm too full…"
"Me too..."
They both sat there for a while, just relishing in each other's presence.
"We've really got to spend more time together, Mom."
"We do, babe, we do."
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