Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Gilmore Girls or any characters in it.
I really hope you guys are enjoying this story so far. Don't worry, there are more things to come. I hope you guys are like me, and nothing makes me fangirl more when someone else points out that Lorelai or Luke likes one another, so that's what I'm going to do. So...what happens when a Lorelei accidentally wears the jacket to Friday night dinner?
Three days later, Friday afternoon, Lorelai Gilmore was dying to get her hands on a cup of coffee. Her natural instinct would have made her go to Luke's, but mother nature was not agreeing with her initial reaction. The mixture of rain, wind, and thunder caused a superstorm, which came and went every few hours.
Apparently, mother nature did not like Luke and Lorelai very much because whenever she craved that cup of coffee, a storm came in, causing her to just make her own.
Chilton, for the first time in a decade, actually called off school that Friday because they were afraid there would be a hurricane warning in the early afternoon, which Lorelai was super excited about. She wasn't excited for the hurricane, but she was excited that Rory got a break from school, which meant she could spend time with her.
As Lorelai and Rory were stuck inside all day, they mostly talked, but also played games and watched a few movies. As the day went on, Lorelai automatically assumed Friday night dinner was canceled due to the weather. She assumed wrong.
In the middle of the afternoon, when the storm started to pass, The Gilmore Girls got a call, interrupting their hilarious conversation about the Brady Bunch. Lorelai half-hoped it was Luke calling her, so she immediately answered, saying in a flirtatious voice, "Well, well. It's been a long time."
"Who is this?" Emily barked, causing Lorelai to scream.
Did I just flirt with my mother?! Wow, my love life is getting sad.
"It's me, Lorelai. Who else would talk to you sarcastically?" She lied as she stuck out her tongue to Rory, symbolizing it was Emily on the phone.
"I should have known," Emily said in a monotone voice, "For a second, I thought I dialed the wrong number and reached a whorehouse."
"Well mom, that's me," Lorelai kidded, "So...why have you called?"
"I hope you know that we are still expecting you for dinner tonight."
Lorelai gave Rory a long look as she covered the bottom of the phone with the palm of her hand, whispering, "She still wants wants us to come to Friday night dinner…"
Rory's face looked like she'd been slapped, "Tell that woman she's crazy."
Lorelai uncovered the phone, putting her lips closer to the microphone, "Mom, Rory wants to tell you that you're crazy."
Rory gave her mom an unappreciative look that said, Really mom? Did you have to tell her I thought she was a raving lunatic?
"What? How am I crazy?" Emily asked in a rather bitter tone, "Is it crazy to want to see family once a week?"
"Mom, there's literally a hurricane out there."
Emily exhaled deeply, causing Lorelai to believe she had won the argument. Before she could shout ah ha into the receiver, Emily retorted, "Well, I guess we will have to cancel all the payments towards Chilton tomorrow."
"See you later…" Lorelai said slowly into the receiver, swearing in her head, "Bye, mom."
"Goodbye, Lorelai," Emily said with pride. She liked winning arguments, especially when it was with Lorelai. Emily didn't like to fight with her daughter, but she loved when she outsmarted her because they were both equally witty. That was the only trait the two of them shared. But they've both experienced different lifestyles, so they believe in different things, causing their wits to not match sometimes. This is why they start a lot of arguments, usually small, but they sometimes mean the world to one or the other. Sometimes, they are neck in neck, literally trying to strangle one another.
As Lorelei set the phone into the receiver, she felt that feeling. She wanted to strangle her mother, but she was nearly 30 miles away so she couldn't do so. She sighed deeply as she looked into her daughter's same colored eyes, speaking in a frustrated tone, "We have to go over there for dinner, tonight."
Rory gave her mother a puzzled look, "So you couldn't convince her? Maybe you should've mentioned our car will flip over on the way there."
Lorelei sighed, "No, I guess we will have to drive like we are in fast and furious."
"So we're gonna die?"
"Exactly."
Since it was already 6:00pm, they had little time to get ready before they had to leave. Rory threw on a nice, black dress, covering it with a heavy raincoat and boots. She hoped her grandmother wouldn't comment on her rain boots, especially since they were a sickly color of green. They were indeed noticeable, and would later be commented by her grandmother.
Lorelai ran up to her room five minutes before Rory did, so she could change into the proper Friday night dinner attire. Because if Lorelai didn't look good, Emily would point it out and say Rory didn't look good. Then, she would question her parenting, which she didn't feel like getting into at the moment. As you could tell, Lorelai knew that conversation too well.
At the thought, Lorelai suddenly remembered a small memory from her childhood. She was maybe eight or nine, and she (of course) got into an argument with her mother. The argument went on for a week straight. During the middle of that week, their was a fancy party they had to attend to. Lorelai finally thought of a way to win the argument. Lorelai wouldn't wear a dress.
What the nine-year-old Lorelai planned to do was steal one of Christopher's tuxedos and wear it. She was so excited to do it, she would barely sleep, smiling at the fake, glowing stars that smiled back down at her. When she took her jacket off during the party, revealing the tuxedo, Emily was extremely infuriated, not wanting her daughter to look like a boy. Lorelai had thought she had won the battle, but Emily was smart in comparison to the nine-year-old rebel, and forced her to just wear her jacket during the whole party.
Lorelai didn't know why she remembered that memory now, but it made her laugh. The thought of her younger self made her smile as she started to get dressed.
As she took off her Monkey's t-shirt and dark, blue jeans, Lorelai saw Luke's jacket perfectly folded on her bed, asking her to put it on. The thought of a few days before warmed her heart up as she looked down at it.
Lorelai dressed into an intricate red dress (which she would later wear to her daughter's high school graduation), and planned to put on high black boots. She also did nothing to her short, curly hair, which reached down to the top of her shoulders.
When it came to her style, Lorelai Gilmore was fearless. There were days where she'd wear dresses, some days where she wore very badass-looking business attire, and other days where she just wore a t-shirt and jeans.
Hearing the rain pelting the roof, she remembered what Luke had said about his jacket, Just...wear the jacket if the weather's like this again."
Well, the weather was as crappy as the other day...why not wear it?
No, she couldn't...it was Friday Night Dinner. Anything can happen there. It was like another universe there. If she wore the jacket, questions would be raised.
"Mom!" Rory shouted, "It's 6:15! We have to go!"
As Lorelai shoved her left foot into the same long, black boot she used to cover her right foot seconds earlier, she shouted, "God damn it! I'll be there in a second!"
"Mom, it needs to be now! Grandma will kill us!" Rory screamed as thunder tried to boom louder than her. Although it was loud, Lorelai could still hear her daughter, rolling her eyes at her remark.
"Emily can wait!"
"Mom!"
Without thinking (because of the rush), Lorelai quickly grabbed Luke's jacket off her bed, putting it on as she ran down the stairs, "I'm coming!"
Both of the Gilmore Girls left the house in a rush, letting the rain crash on top of them as they ran into the Jeep. Lorelai didn't notice Rory's sickly green rain boots. Rory didn't notice Lorelai's black leather jacket.
Driving, they couldn't see through the windshield at all (even with the wipers on), causing Lorelai to swear numerous times as she almost hit a tree, another car, and almost swirled off the road. The storm was a monstrous one.
Rory's heart was skipping too many beats, nervous about crashing the car, especially in this kind of weather. Oh god. Oh god.
Lorelai looked like she wasn't thinking about anything as she tried to use her psychic powers to see through the rain that was trying to crash through the windshield. Actually, she wasn't thinking anything, she pulled a Lorelai, and said it, "God damn it!...Emily Gilmore I will kill you...God, I don't remember a tree being there before!...Why'd stop your car in the middle of the road!"
As they reached The Gilmore residents, they quickly stopped the car, painting as the rain pelted the windshield.
"Let's never do that again," Rory confirmed as she gripped the armrest next to her tightly.
Lorelai fake smiled over at her daughter, joking in a sarcastic voice, "Well, we are going to have to do that on the way home."
"We could just spend the night here."
Lorelai truly laughed for a moment, wiping fake tears from her cheeks and banging her hand against the armrest as she snorted. After seeing Rory's pissed off face, she stopped, "Oh, you weren't kidding?"
"No, I wasn't, missy."
"While, it sounded like it."
"Well, I wasn't."
"We are not spending the night here."
"Why not?"
Lorelai frowned, "I can name all the reasons."
"Go ahead."
After thinking for a minute, she thought of nothing. Instead of saying I don't know, she said, "Well, I'm your mother and I know what's best for you."
Rory gave her confused look, pointing out the window, "And the best thing for me is to drive out into a storm, a suicide attempt?"
"I'll think about."
"What?"
Lorelai sighed, "Okay, it just depends how it goes in there. If we don't fight, we can stay. If we do, then we get our butts outta there."
Rory exhaled a long breath, groaning as she did so, "Fine."
The two Gilmore Girls ran out of the car, trying not to get their hair wet as they ran for the entryway.
Lorelai quickly rang the doorbell, shivering as she hugged herself in Luke's leather jacket.
Rory gave her mother a puzzled look, "I've never seen you wear that before. Is it new?"
Lorelai started to take it off, "Oh shit…"
"What? Did I say something. There's nothing wrong with the look of it, it just looks new. And big…"
"Help me take this off," Lorelai told Rory as she tried to take her right hand out of the sleeve, getting it stuck halfway from the rush.
"What's the big deal? It's a nice jacket."
Lorelai breathed heavily, "Oh god, they are going to notice…"
"Notice what?"
Lorelai's eyes went wide, "It's a man's jacket, Rory!"
Rory tried to help her mom get out of the coat, but her elbow and hand were truly stuck in between the sleeve, "Mom, the only way out of this coat is to put it back on again, then take it off."
Lorelai exhaled heavily as she quickly started to put it back on, her heart having a little stroke.
"Who's is it?" Rory quickly asked, helping her mom get her arm untangled from the coat, "It looks fancy."
As Lorelai fully put it on again, she whispered, "It's Luke's."
The door opened, revealing Emily Gilmore, saying, "Come in, come in. It's pouring out. That stupid maid didn't answer the door...now your hair's all wet."
They both quickly stepped in. Lorelai with Luke's jacket and Rory with her sickly green boots, which Emily noticed both immediately.
"What are you two wearing?" She asked as soon as the door shut behind them, causing the noise of the storm to decrease.
"Stuff for the storm, mom," Lorelai answered as she started to take Luke's coat off, "You didn't expect us to wear full on ball gowns, did you? If you did then you should've added that to the pleasant phone call you gave us earlier."
Emily sighed, "No, Lorelai. I just expected you to look nice in front of our guests."
"You had the soul to force other people to a meal while a storm's going on? What other guests?"
"The Hayden's."
Since Rory only knew that Christopher's girlfriend was pregnant, her initial reaction was sadness. She didn't have the heart to see him.
Lorelai gave her mom an angry look, having the urge to tug her by the shirt, but she didn't. Instead, she whispered, "I just had a very pleasant encounter with him, and I don't feel like talking to him."
Rory gave her mother a puzzled look, asking in a sad tone, "What?"
Emily looked closely at both of them, squinting at both of their outfits like she didn't even want to look at them, "Rory, take off your boots. Although it's rude to not have shoes on, it's worse to have those on."
As Rory followed her command, Lorelai gave her mother an angry look, "Mom, you have to make The Haydens leave. We don't want to see them."
Emily ignored her statement, commenting in a truly serious voice, "Lorelai, I hate that dress. Put your coat back on so you can cover it up."
Lorelai totally forgot everything she was mad about, hearing Rory's laughter, she asked, "What?"
"You heard me," Emily smiled like she knew everything that happened, causing Lorelai to get mad, "Put on your jacket, that dress is ugly."
"What do you have against my dress?" Lorelai asked defensively as memories of her childhood came flooding back, "What, it isn't a pantsuit?"
"Lorelai, just do as I say. Don't cause a commotion like you always do."
"Mom, the coat's wet," she said, trying to get her mom to change her mind, "It's full of tiny, individual raindrops that are ready to soak your couch."
Emily's smirk turned into a smile, "Oh Lorelai, your coat is leather. It's already almost dry."
Lorelai frowned as her mother's remark was correct. The leather coat in her arms only had very few drops of rain water on it. In a normal situation, she would've bellowed something like, Oh my god, this coat is amazing! The power of Luke, but in this situation, she scowled, whispering, "Really? This stupid goddamn coat had to have magical powers at this moment?"
Emily walked away with a smile, announcing their names, "Christopher, look who's here! Lorelai and Rory!"
The two Gilmore Girls frowned at one another as Rory took off her shoes, exposing the world's most embarrassing fluffy socks, while Lorelai put on Luke's coat, thinking of one hundred ways to rip her mother's head off.
"I'm guessing we aren't sleeping over," Rory remarked in a whisper as she looked down at her fluffy, polka dot socks.
Lorelai fake laughed in a whisper, smiling down at her daughter, who was getting to be about her height, "Not a chance."
I hope you guys liked this chapter. I know it was kind-of boring, but we are getting to the good stuff next few chapters. What happens when Christopher notices the jacket isn't hers? What happens when the whole family gets into an award winner Friday night dinner argument? What happens when the Gilmore Girls drive home in the storm?