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Tiskets, Taskets and Tristans
By : Darkly
Category: G through L > Gilmore Girls
Views: 9654 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: I do not own The Gilmore Girls, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. - Chapter List
** Part 9
“Why
didn’t he kiss me goodnight?” Rory cried out entering the kitchen in a huff.“Honey,
I’m sure I don’t know” Lorelai stirred her coffee
methodically. She was tired of answering
the question. It had been two days of
answering the question, two very long days, “maybe your deodorant stopped
working and he was just being polite.”“I
don’t think so…” Rory muttered but nevertheless took a subtle whiff of herself for good measure.“Well…
maybe he had a cold sore and was being considerate”“Eww! No!” Rory stepped away from her mother
disgusted, but came back a minute later just as Lorelai
was about to take a sip of her coffee.“Why
didn’t he want kiss me goodnight?!”“Oh!”
Lorelai burned herself.“I
mean, wouldn’t you want to kiss me? I’m
kissable. Right? Don’t you want to kiss me?”“Not
at this particular moment, no” Lorelai tensely teased“What
if you were him?” Rory asked again.“Oh,
well then yes. Though were
I him, I would have some serious questions about my wardrobe…” Lorelai looked down
at the frayed T-shirt that read “Four Less Years!”Rory
started to turn away but turned back to her mother, who spoke up first,“Darling,
call him”“But--”
“Call
him! You’re driving mommy crazy!”Lorelai thought Rory had
left, but then again,“I
thought you didn’t like him?” Rory caught her mother mid-sip this time.“Well,”
Lorelai swallowed, “I’m not too fond of you right now and you are still living
so I’m sure he will too, for the time being.
So take advantage of mommy’s temporary lapse in judgement
and call him before you give me an aneurysm!”Rory
answered by turning around and going back to her room.Lorelai was
tired. Being the “cool” mom was
exhausting work. She wanted nothing more
than to go with her gut and say,“Honey, I
don’t like this, I have a funny feeling in my stomach which may or may not be
Kirk’s Tuna-Doritos casserole surprise but I am going to go with mother’s
intuition and just say you can’t see this kid.
Period.
End of story.”She
wouldn’t do that though, she was Lorelai, the
anti-Emily.God, no wonder
my mother always looked refreshed and invigorated, thought Lorelai, that woman never
bothered to try… she was definitely not cool, “cool” would not step within 100
feet of that house…Lorelai was a cool mom though,
“I
am a cool mom.” She whispered to herself. So as the cool mom, she had to come to terms
with the fact that Rory apparently liked this “Tristan”… even if Rory had
tried, for two days, to convince her otherwise…“I don’t like like
Tristan… but I don’t hate him either… I
mean I don’t think I hate him…”“Tristan?”
Lorelai had tried to clear things up.“Okay, I know I said that I hated hated him, but maybe I just sorta
hate him… Just one hate”“It sounds
like you like him like him”“Maybe just
one like”“With one
hate…?” Lorelai looked on feeling a knot in her
stomach.“Yeah…”
“Hon? ...don’t those two sorta
cancel each other out?”“You would
think so wouldn’t you?...”“Sure
honey.” Lorelai muttered to herself with a heavy sigh,
“you don’t like him like him, just please don’t convince yourself that you love
love him…”“Mom!
I gotta go!” Rory exploded out of her room. “can I take the jeep?”“Wha?” Lorelai whipped her head around.
“I
gotta go!
Tristan’s flight leaves at ten, he’s already left for the airport!”“Where
am I?” Lorelai
looked around the room, “Are we in the series finale of Friends?”“Mom!”
“Yeah,
go.” Lorelai dug through her purse and tossed her
daughter the keys, “Be careful!”The
door slammed shut before Lorelai could finish in a
resigned whisper,“…with you heart.”
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