Thank you so much for all your reviews! Sorry it took so long to update.. I've been trying to think out the storyline.. I think have writer's block or something..
Thanks for reading~
-Ggirl
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"Rory?" Lorelai looked up as her daughter walked into the hotel. Shoulders hunched. Dragging her feet. She looked defeated. Beaten. Downcast.
"Honey! What happened?"
Rory now had a dumbfounded look on her face. "Mid.. terms...happened.."
Lorelai smiled sympathetically. "Let's go get you some coffee in the kitchen." She put an arm around Rory's shoulders. "Or, at least, what's left of the kitchen."
Rory jerked awake at the sight of the black soot on the kitchen ceiling. "What happened?" She sat down on one of the stools at the counter.
"Carrot cake incident."Lorelai replied, pouring two cups of coffee. "It wasn't pretty. Even Peter Rabbit would have run at the sight of exploding carrots." She sighed and handed Rory a steaming mug. "Really, I don't understand why there are no decent chefs in San Francisco." She shook her head and took a gulp of the brown liquid. "Or, why the decent ones already have jobs."
Rory gave her a look. "Cause they're.. decent..?"
Lorelai thought for a second. "Could be that." She sat down next to Rory.
"Do chefs have to take midterms?" Rory asked, sipping her coffee. "Cause if they don't.. I want to be a chef."
Lorelai gave her a look. "Tell me you're joking."
"Okay, I am," Rory replied, rolling her eyes.
Lorelai let out the breath she was holding. "Whew, for a second there, I thought you were serious."
"Mooom!"
"Rory, come on, we Gilmores couldn't cook if they threatened to put Richard Simmons in the Oval Office. Or George W. Bush." Lorelai started to laughed hysterically. "George... hahaha.. in the oval office?" She laughed again. Rory gave her a look. "Teeheehee," Lorelai tittered. She cleared her throat. "Anyways, that's also synonymous to your saying that you were going to go work for Hugh."
"Grant?"Rory asked. "I liked him in Four Weddings and a Funeral."
"Hefner."
"Why?" Rory asked, jokingly. "You don't think I have the body for Hugh?"
"Ugh, don't even say that," Lorelai replied and grimaced. "You and Hefner. Nasty picture."
"Your active imagination must be curbed," Rory replied calmly and took a gulp of her coffee.
"Plus, you'd have to change your name to Bitsy or Bopsy or Biopsy.. whatever. Take your pick."
"Bopsy."
"Plus, how could I ever show my face in public ever again?" Lorelai asked melodramatically. "My pride and joy, now Ms. December. I'd rather have you cooking in a kitchen, Bopsy."
Rory nodded. "I second that, Bitsy." She clinked her coffee mug with her mom's.
"But not really," Lorelai admitted.
Rory frowned and her mom giggled.
"I'm glad that's settled. No cooking for you. More coffee?" Lorelai held up the pot.
"Did you need to ask?" Rory put her head down on the cool counter and waved her empty mug in the air.
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"Je-...!" Liz stopped mid-yell as she entered the living room. "Jess?"
He stood at the front door. Two blue duffels lie on the floor next to him. "Let's go. We're late," He said sharply.
"You're.. going?" Liz was surprised at his cooperation. She had expected to at least drag him out of bed and pack his bags for him in between a flurry of angry words.
Jess sighed and picked up the bags. "Whatever. It's almost nine." He raised an eyebrow. "You don't want me to miss the bus, do you? You'd be stuck with me for longer than you need to be."
"Jess..," Liz started, but he was already out the apartment door. She bit her lip. "Wait up!" She called out.
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The subway was relatively empty.
"Aren't you late for work?" Jess suddenly asked her.
"Well, you are going for a while," Liz replied. She attempted a smile. "I thought I would see you off."
Jess shrugged and looked out the window into the darkness. "You didn't have to."
She sighed. "Jess, I know we haven't been on the best terms..." For the last 17 years... "I'm hoping that things will become better between us."
"Huh," Jess replied, his face twisting into a familiar smirk. "And sending me off to the boonies will do that."
"No," Liz admitted. "But maybe we need a little time off from each other."
Jess looked away from her. "Whatever. It doesn't matter to me."
Liz sighed and sat back in the plastic orange seat. As the train stopped, Jess got up and picked up his duffels from the floor.
"You need help?" Liz asked as they left the subway station.
"No," Jess replied. Not from you.
"Okay," Liz replied and they walked into the bus station in silence.
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"When's your nephew coming, Luke?"
Luke looked up and glared at Kirk. "Why?"
"Just curious," Kirk replied.
"How did you know about my nephew?"
Kirk gave him a look. "Where do we live?"
"Right," Luke muttered and grunted. "Stupid townspeople have nothing better to do than gossip.."
Kirk shrugged. "Can I get my Equals now?"
Luke threw him the box. "Don't you have somewhere to go or something to do?"
"No."
"Well, go find something then."
"I don't want to."
Luke got the feeling that this was good practice for the conversations to come between him and his nephew. "Never mind then. Just drink your coffee and leave." He glared at Kirk and went back behind the counter.
"You really should improve your atti-..." Kirk stopped talking when he saw the look on Luke's face. "Bye!" Kirk ran out the door.
The bell jingled as Ms. Patty walked into the diner. Today is my day... Luke thought, grimacing slightly at the look of hunger on her face (and he had a feeling it wasn't for food).
"Hello, Luke," She said and smiled.
"Hi, Patty."
"So, when's your nephew coming?"
Luke groaned inwardly. "Soon."
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Jess looked out the window as the bus left Port Authority. He wouldn't be back in New York for a while. He would miss the city. But, hell, he wouldn't miss eating dinner alone every night when Liz went out on another of her little dates. Or meeting any of those imbecilic losers that she seemed to attract.
So she thinks that we need a little time off from each other. Jess smirked. Smartest idea she's had in a while.
Star's Hollow was probably some dinky little town thrown together by a bunch of outcasts and weirdos. The very town that his mother grew up in. Whoopeee..
He wondered what 'Uncle Luke' was like. Liz raved about him constantly. "Dependable Luke," She had said. In other words, boring Uncle Luke.
Whatever, he didn't really care. He was going away from the stupid little craphole called FDR High School and his 'mother' Liz. That's what mattered.
That and the letter in his pocket that would buy him his way out of the east coast.
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Luke leaned against the counter in the empty diner and wondered what his nephew was like. He remembered a frowny, brown haired baby boy. He remembered jam hands and wails late at night when he visited. Hopefully, the kid wasn't as sticky and whiny as he used to be. He didn't want to wash jam off clothes and wipe tears.
He honestly didn't know what he had been thinking when he had agreed to take Jess in. What did he know about raising a kid? But Liz had begged and begged. Something about trouble in school and fire sprinklers.
"He's not a bad kid.. he just has some issues," She had said.
Don't we all? Luke had wanted to say. But this kid was family, and Luke was loyal to family.
How bad could it be? Maybe the kid would be helpful...
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