Malka
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Hey. :) This is a new story I'm working on. It's untitled for now.

Catergory: Will be Rory/Tristan

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"You have to choose."

"I don't have to choose," Rory protested. "What's the thing with you and choosing, anyway? Can't I just say that I like them both the same?"

"Absolutely not!" Lane looked shocked. "That's like saying you like your liver better than your kidney."

"No, it's not," Rory said with a laugh.

Lane was silent a moment. "Ok, so it's not. It doesn't matter," she added hurriedly, flopping down on Rory's bed. "Pick."

Rory sighed. "You're not gonna leave this alone, are you?"

Lane sat up and looked at Rory. "Rory, check this out. This is my determined face."

"Ok, ok," Rory finally gave in. She paused, considering. "Hmm..."

Lane tapped her watch impatiently.

"You know, the more you do that, the slower I'll think," Rory informed her.

"What does my tapping my watch have to do with you thinking?"

"Well, obviously, when I see you tapping your watch, I associate it with the fact that you think I'm thinking too slowly."

"And?" Lane gave her a blank look.

"And, my subconscious ego feels bruised, and so to compensate, it makes my brain wander and think about flowers and peanut butter."

"Flowers and peanut butter? Ok, where did you get that association, Alice?" Lane demanded, a small smile on her face.

"Alice?" Rory questioned.

"In Wonderland," Lane explained. Rory raised her eyebrows. "She associates the Rabbit with being late all the time."

"The rabbit was late all the time," Rory said in confusion. "For the tea."

"The croquet game."

"Huh?"

"The rabbit was late for the croquet game."

"Oh, yeah," Rory said thoughtfully. "What happened to the rabbit in the end again?"

"Rory!" Lane shouted. "Can we please get back to the topic at hand?"

"Oh, right," Rory agreed, then paused. "Which was?"

"Flowers and peanut butter."

"Oh! Peanut butter. Peanut butter cup. Buttercup. Buttercup is a flower. Flowers and Peanut Butter," Rory connected for her.

"Your brain thinks weird," Lane scrunched her nose up.

"It's been working too hard lately," Rory responded, patting her head gently.

"Poor thing," Lane deadpanned, not without sympathy.

"Rory, La-ane!" Lorelai called from somewhere else inside the house. "Time for both of you to get to school!"

Lane and Rory stood up and grabbed their respective backpacks. "So, see you after school, right?" Rory double-checked.

"Right. 4:00 at Chilton. I'll be on the 3:25 bus," Lane assured her. "All ready and willing to help you with the candy sale."

"Great," Rory smiled. "Candy sale. Rich people eat candy. Who'd have thought?"

"Hey, if it brings in the money to help those chihuahuas," Lane defended lightly.

"Chimps," Rory corrected.

"Whatever. Rich people are weird," Lane observed.

"And yet, so strange," Rory added as the two left her room and headed off to their separate lives for the time being.