Sorry that my recent have been really late but it was because I was caught doing a Tyler Durden sketch.
Chapter 26
"Mom," Rory called out, closing the front door behind her.
Lorelai's voice came from inside the lounge saying "In here!", so Rory went in. Her mother sat on the couch with her feet up, reading Fight Club. Rory plopped down next to her.
"So..." Lorelai said, still looking down at the pages in the book. "How was the fine wine and dining?"
Rory smiled, shrugging one shoulder. "We didn't really make it to the dinner part – actually, we never even left the car..."
"No!" Lorelai dropped the book onto her lap and clapped her hands over her ears. "I don't wanna hear this!"
Rory leaned forward and pulled her hands away. "Stop it, mom, it's nothing dirty."
"Oh."
Rory tilted her head. "We just... never got to the restaurant..."
Lorelai, squinting sceptically, asked "Then what happened?"
Rory stretched out an arm and filled her hand with doritos. "Well, it started off really awkward and his monosyllabic thing didn't help," Rory rolled her eyes. "But then he started playing Coldplay and—"
"Ugh. Gag me."
"That's what I said," Rory grinned and Lorelai gave her a small smile. Rory waved her hand at the silence. "Anyways, we started arguing over that—"
"Arguing?" Lorelai speculated. "On a date? How romantic."
"No, but it was fun arguing... Like... Bonnie and Clyde kind of arguing."
Lorelai's mouth twitched into a grin. "Hopefully with less murders."
Rory brushed her off. "So anyways, then we just kept talking, and because I was driving around in circles..."
"Huh."
"Yeah, and we didn't leave the car. Instead we just drove around Stars Hollow arguing about books and music and stuff."
"Really?" Lorelai smiled, a brow raised so high she provoked wrinkles.
"Yeah," Rory said, thin lipped and nodding along slowly. "... And I gotta say – Stars Hollow is not that interesting."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah..."
The two of them sat in silence for a second until Lorelai spoke up. "So what do you wanna watch?"
Rory smiled brightly at her mother, then looked over at the new stack of dvd's on the coffee table. She leaned over and started rummaging through them. She frowned as she did so. "Uhm... mom?"
"Yes, dear?" She asked out of her character.
"These are all really depressing."
"They are not."
Rory glanced sceptically at her. "Titanic... Schindler's List... Sophie's Choice – mom, what's with the theme? It's like Sylvia Plath picked these out..."
"Hm," Lorelai said, chewing on the end of a red vine. Rory sighed, got up, and crouched down by the TV set where yet another pile laid. She stared behind at her mother. "Can we just watch 21 Jump Street? I'm kinda jonesing for Grieco."
"Wow!" Lorelai declared, sitting up, hands spread. "Are you saying you wanna watch the beloved Jump Street to watch Richard Grieco."
"Yes..." Rory said slowly and cautiously, bowing her head as she did so.
"As in... over over Johnny Depp?"
Rory scrunched her nose up. "He doesn't really do anything for me."
Lorelai, opened mouthed with shock, scoffed. "But – (another scoff) – that's the whole reason 21 Jump Street was invented!"
Rory frowned. "No... It really wasn't..." Rory said before setting up season three. Lorelai glared at her. "What happened to you?"
Rory looked at her blankly. "...What do you mean?"
Lorelai fake-sniffed. "Your favourite character used to be the innocent janitor with glasses that hopped around everywhere, and now..." She sighed. "What happened to the little girl in you?"
Rory's eyes stared up in thought. "Hm." She looked at Lorelai. "I think it died when Miss Patty gave me and the other ballerina's the sex talk."
Lorelai squinted. "Yeah... six does seem little young..."
Rory smiled half heartedly at the memory of her sitting in a fluffy pink tu-tu while Miss Patty talked of husband number 2, blowing puffs of smoke into the air. Of course, three of the ballerina's had to be picked up early after bursting into tears.
Rory grunted, getting up (because she was just that unfit), and plopped down next to her mother.
Then the two of them sat and watched the classic, and a tad fascist, 21 Jump Street.