AN: Here is installment three, per the request of La Rose Noir here is Our House.
I don't own the song or the show
Our house was our castle and our keep, our house in the middle of our street - Madness
At the age of 14, Gigi spent at lot of time in her room. She loved her room; it was the only one on third floor of their house in Stars Hollow. Her step mom had owned the house since before she was born, and pretty much refused to move, so her dad did the only thing he could think of, and added on. The second floor of the house was now as large as the first floor, and there was a third floor that had one bedroom and bathroom.
Her older sister Rory's bedroom was still on the first floor. It was technically the guest room, but it was still decorated exactly as Rory had left it when she left for college, Yale paraphernalia and books everywhere, and to be honest, the only people that ever stayed in that room were Rory and her husband, and sometimes their kids.
Her parents were on the second floor, along with her two brothers, and Gigi got the third floor all to herself. She loved it. She could sit for hours lost in her own thoughts and just watch the crazy world that was Stars Hollow go right on by.
Today she was thinking about how crazy her family was. She was the middle child, sort of. Her older sister Rory was 16 years older than she was, but she was still an older sister. Rory and her husband lived in New York with their two kids, but they came to visit a lot. As Gigi grew older she appreciated her older sister more and more. She was always there to talk to about everything, especially when their parents did crazy things. In addition to her older sister, she had two younger brothers, a lot younger. The next closest to her was Mark, technically Straub Marcus Hayden – but nobody called him that, and he was 5. The youngest was Richie, technically Richard Christopher Hayden – but the only person that called him Richard was Emily, and he was 4. Being little brothers, of course they drove her crazy, but she assumed that was par for the course.
Her parents were the craziest of them all. Her dad, Christopher, had been in love with Lorelai his entire life, but they'd had Rory when they were really young and couldn't put it together. Later, they tried again, but Gigi's mom, Sherri, got pregnant with her, and that screwed things up again. In a third attempt they actually got married, but that didn't work either. Finally when Gigi was 8 they worked it out for good, and shortly thereafter, Mark and Richie came along. They'd now been happily married for six years.
There were times when Gigi thought about leaving, running away to Paris to live with her mom, but those thoughts never lasted more than a few minutes. She tried it when she was 4 or 5 and it only lasted a few months. Sherri still called her and tried to convince her to move once or twice a year, but she never did. She did spend a few weeks there in the summer, but it was never home. Sometimes she felt left out at home in Stars Hollow, because she was the only one who wasn't Lorelai's child, but for the most part, sometime around her 10th birthday - when Lorelai threw her the coolest party ever, she got over it. Lorelai never treated her any different than others, so she figured she should stop feeling different. She and Lorelai had their own special relationship. She no longer called her Aunt Lorelai, like she had when she was little, but instead she called her Lore, just like her dad did. It was their special thing. Two people on earth called Lorelai Gilmore 'Lore', and she was one of them.
Today was one of those days, where she felt like running away. Her brothers were being obnoxious, her dad didn't have any time for her, and Lorelai was at work. She tried calling Rory, but she wasn't around. She talked to her brother-in-law for a few minutes, but his family was nothing like hers, and her niece and nephew were acting up, so he didn't have time for her either.
She sighed deeply when she hung up the phone, and contemplated calling her mother. She picked up the phone again and began to dial, stopping before she finished when she realized it was probably 11:00 at night in Paris. She set down the phone, grabbed her book and sat down in her window seat to read. Only five minutes later she put the book down and stood up… it was a beautiful summer afternoon, she shouldn't be reading inside. She scooped up a different book, a nice summery beach read instead of the classic she had been working on, and headed down the stairs.
Her father was in the living room, on the phone with someone, probably her grandmother from the tone of the conversation, so she walked out the front door to enjoy the sun.
She settled into the old porch swing that Lorelai refused to get rid of, that Christopher swore was going to collapse any second, and looked out into her yard.
Gigi Hayden watched her little brothers run around the front yard, chasing each other with squirt guns.
"Gigi," they yelled and came running towards her, guns a-blazing.
She put her hands up to cover her face, "Mark! Richie! Stop it right now!" she squealed.
The front door opened and her father came out, "what's going on out here?"
"Just squirt gun fights," Gigi explained. "For some reason they decided to attack me."
Christopher smiled at her, "I'll fix it," he whispered with a conspiratorial wink. Not more than a minute later he was chasing both boys around the yard spraying them with the garden hose.
They were so caught up in the action that they didn't notice a car pull into the driveway until the boys screamed "Mommy!" and went running towards Lorelai as she got out of the car. Gigi could see her dad try to stop, but he wasn't in time, Lorelai got drenched with the hose.
"Christopher!" she shouted, but Gigi could tell she wasn't really mad. She stayed on the porch laughing at her family.
"Hey Sweetie, how was your day?" Lorelai asked her as she climbed the steps towards the front door. Her dad was still chasing the boys.
"Not too bad Lore, how was yours?" Gigi asked in return.
"Michel was in a snit because Sookie put 13 blueberries in his pancake – you know, nothing new."
Gigi laughed at the thought of Michel in a snit. He was so funny that way.
"Incoming!" Christopher shouted from the yard, and they both looked up in time to see Mark and Richie both dripping wet streaking by Lorelai into the house. Lorelai sighed with a smile and followed them in.
"Hey Kid, since we're the only dry ones, you want to help me wrangle the others?" her dad asked her as he stepped onto the porch.
"Sure, I call Lore!" she said with a grin.
"I meant your brothers Smarty Pants. I think Lorelai can manage on her own," he said with a smile.
"Yeah, I know. I'll take Mark," she told him reluctantly. She abandoned her book on the swing and went inside to help her brother get cleaned up. Her house really was a mad house, but for the most part, she wouldn't change a moment of it.
AN: This one is just a little slice of life set in the future. I hope you liked it! What would you like to see next?
Thanks for reading and reviewing! S
