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Wenn man nicht schlafen kann weil das Meerschwein zwitschert, macht man komische Sachen.
Ich habe heute Nacht um drei angefangen mal meine komische Idee zu Papier zu bringen, das ich die wenigstens aus dem Kopf habe, wenn ich jetzt an meiner Hausarbeit schreibe und mir später die ersten Kapitel des Projekts anschaue (die heute reinkommen sollten...)

Ihr werdet ziemlich schnell mitbekommen um was es geht. Der Einfachheit halber (für mich) ist die Story auf Englisch




Chapter 1: Hell is frozen

Lorelai sat on the runner of her jeep and thought about her situation. If she would enter through this gate and ring the doorbell, the independence she had always been so proud of would be gone.
Everything she had done on her own, everything she had told Rory, and everything would be worthless, if she would run back to them and beg for help.
She had done everything for Rory, everything for her little daughter, which she never wanted to grow up like her. No expensive dresses, forced pictures and gala- dinners while you’re sick. She had left because of her, only a little bit for herself, and now she was coming back for Rory, somehow that was ironic.

“And isn't it ironic...dontcha think. It's like rain on your wedding day, It's a free ride when you've already paid, It's the good advice that you just didn't take, Who would've thought...it figures”, she sang quietly and took another sip of her coffee.

She never likes the huge grey building in front of her and she took another glance and shuddered. She really didn’t want to enter, but she couldn’t think of another solution.

Rory had been accepted to Chilton. Her smart girl should have the best education. Lorelai was sure that Rory would come very far in her life. She was a brainiac, always reading, always seeking for new information and so smart that sometimes it scared her how she could raise such a child.

Sighing she stood up, brushed her hands over her jeans, not sure how clean the runner was, and took another deep breath.
She held onto the coffee-cup in her hand like it was her life-line, her connection to sanity and the key to escape and walked slowly through the open gate, up the driveway and to the front-door.
Her mother’s cars stood in the drive-way, so maybe her father couldn’t prevent another huge fight by his pure presence, and that made her even more nervous.

She had seen them the last time on Easter, for dinner and had been happy when she could leave and escape the accusations, which flew towards her, wrapped up in politeness and so subtle it made her sick just to think about it.

She looked up the mansion and could see the window of her old bedroom. She hadn’t been in there for years, the last time the day she had fled and now she was crawling back to her parents.
For a second she wanted to turn around and walk away, but then she saw her daughters face in her mind and rang the doorbell, so she couldn’t back out anymore.

While she waited she calculated the seconds on her head she would have until she h to face her mother. A maid would open, she would have to explain herself and convince her to let her in. Then she would have to wait in the living-room until her mother would make an appearance, which would take another two or three minutes. So if she was lucky she had still five minutes until she had to face Emily Gilmore.

The door opened and all the calculation flew out the window, because Emily Gilmore opened the door herself and Lorelai was sure that now the hell must have frozen the very second.

She forced herself to smile, convincing herself that she could just be as manipulating as her parents.


“Hi, Mom”, she said as casual as possible and wondered if she really could have seen something like joy in her mother’s eyes.


“Lorelai, my goodness, this is a surprise. Is it Easter already?“ Emily replied and the honest surprise in her mother’s words made Lorelai nervous. Who was she trying to fool? She never stopped by randomly. Never.


“No, I just, uh, finished up my business class and I thought I would stop by”, she blurted out the first excuse that came to her mind. Dad where are you? She thought.


“To see me?” Emily asked, still not inviting her in the house.


“Yes”, Lorelai nodded. Not a complete lie.


“Well, isn't that nice. Come in”, her mother said and by the tone of her voice Lorelai already knew, that her mother knew she was lying.


“Thanks”, she said and followed her mother into the living-room, dumping the coffee-cup into a trash-bin by the door. Her last thing to hold on to was gone now.


“The place looks great”, she complimented, trying to get more time somehow.


“It hasn't changed”, Emily cut her short, she wanted to know what Lorelai wanted.


“Well, there you go. How are the girls at the bridge club?”, Lorelai asked, feeling like her life-time was running out. She could hear the ticking in her head.


“Old”, Tick-tock, tick-tock.


“Well...good”, she nodded and followed her mothers lead and sat down on the sofa.


“You said you were taking a business class?” Emily asked curiously while Lorelai started to fiddle with her fingers.


“Yeah, mmhmm, yeah. I'm taking a business class at the college twice a week. I'm sure I told you”, Lorelai gave her as much information as she was willing to.


“Well, if you're sure then you must have.”, her mother replied and that was already the point where they were out of things to talk about. Both stared straight ahead, wracking their brains what to say, although Lorelai’s was clouded by plain fear.


“Would you like some tea?” Emily asked after nearly a minute of awkward silence.


“I would love some coffee”, Lorelai replied and was relieved that the awkwardness would stop for at least the minutes Emily would leave the room.


“Emily? I'm home”, her father’s voice suddenly echoes through the house and Lorelai nearly laughed in relieve.


“We're in here”, her mother replied and seconds later her father appeared.


“Hi, Dad”, Lorelai waved at him.


“What is it, Christmas already?” Richard replied with a confused expression.


“Lorelai was taking a business class at the college today and decided to drop in to see us”, Emily informed him, but even Lorelai could hear that her words held more information than it seemed.


“What business class?”


“Well, she told us about it, dear, remember?” her mother said, again with that edge in her voice.


“No”, Richard replied honestly.


“Well, actually, I came here for a reason. Dad, would you mind sitting down for a minute?” Lorelai said and took all courage and strength she had in her.


“You need money” her father stated and got himself a drink.


“I have a situation” she started.


“You need money”, he stated again and grinned.


“Dad, will you just please let me get this out, okay? Um, Rory has been accepted to Chilton”, she decided to start with the good news.


“Chilton? Oh, that's a wonderful school. It's only five minutes from here”, Emily said happily.


“That's right, it is. She can start as early as Monday. Um, the problem is that they want me to put down an enrollment fee plus the first semester's tuition, and I have to do that immediately or she loses her spot”, Lorelai came to the point and waited for the whole building to crumble and fall on her head.


“So, you need money”, her father shrugged, a proud expression on his face that he had guessed right.


“Yeah. But it's not for me, it's for Rory. And I fully intend to pay you back every cent. I don't ask for favors, you know that”, she told her parents, trying to hold at least a bit of dignity.


“Oh, yes, we know”, Emily huffed.


“I'll get the checkbook”, her father ignored her mothers comment and was about to leave the room.


“Thank you. You have no idea. Thank you”, Lorelai asid relieved and would have hugged him, if it wouldn’t have been her father.


“On one condition”, Emily stopped them both.


“So close”, Lorelai muttered and prepared herself for whatever would come.


“Since we are now financially involved in your life, I want to be actively involved in your life”, her mother started.


“What does that mean, Mother?” Lorelai asked and the aggression in her voice was not as subtle as she thought.


“I want you to marry”, her mother enlightened her.


“What?” Lorelai said and felt like she had been punched. She can’t be serious!


“Friday night you will get married. We have found a nice young man for you and I’m sure you two will be happy together.”


“Mom... “ was all Lorelai got out.


“You already know him and I have it on good authority that you two like each other. Actually there are rumours about the two of you for a while now. I knew his mother, she was one of my dearest friends before she died and I promised her to keep an eye on him. Because he is as stubborn as his father, a man the poor girl married, who was in no way acceptable, it was a difficult thing, but somehow we managed. Years ago we helped the boy with money and he said he would do everything to pay us back. I guess the time has come now. We will buy you two a house in that strange town of yours where you can live and you have to get married this Friday. As long as Rory attends Chilton you have to stay married and visit us at least once a month, so we can be sure you are still together. That's it. That's the condition. If you agree, you'll come to dinner Friday night and leave here with a check. Otherwise, I'm sorry, we can't help you” Emily told her the master-plan.
Lorelai was so shocked, she couldn’t reply at first. This was not the seventeenth century anymore. They couldn’t marry her off to a stranger. But then again her mother said she already knew him…


“Who is it? And please don’t say Chris, or I leave and never come back, Chilton or no Chilton”, Lorelai said.


“You will find out soon enough. I will call him later and tell him to contact you. Oh and don’t forget to tell Rory, she wouldn’t want to miss your wedding”, Emily smiled, she knew she had won.


“I don't want her to know that I borrowed money from you. Can that just be between us?” Lorelai sighed.


“Does seven o'clock work for you?” Emily referred to the wedding on Friday.


“Perfect”, Lorelai said with a forced smile. She still couldn’t believe this. She would get married of. The girl who lived on her own since she was seventeen. Hell was definitely frozen now.

TBC

WTF?! Also das ist echt genial! Was eine Idee! Find ich toll, ich hoffe mal, meine Vermutung ist richtig, wen sie da heiraten muss... Nee wirklich, auf sowas muss man erstmal kommen

also erstmal...

Zitat:Wenn man nicht schlafen kann weil das Meerschwein zwitschert, macht man komische Sachen.
Ich habe heute Nacht um drei angefangen mal meine komische Idee zu Papier zu bringen....

ok ich muss zugeben, ich saß selbst bis circa halb drei heute nach am schreibtisch, um zu schreiben, aber das war für eine laufende story. wie kommt man auf die idee mitten in der nacht eine neue anzufangen? hast du mit dem projekt und deiner hausaufgabe nicht genug zu tun? XD

dann...
die idee der story ist ja wohl mal richtig geil. zu beginn dachte ich ja, das kapitel würde so wie die erste folge werden, aber als dann Em's bedingung kam...

Zitat:“What?” Lorelai said and felt like she had been punched. ... Lorelai was so shocked, she couldn’t reply at first.

so in etwa dachte ich auch... wie kommt kommt man auf die idee??? absolut genial! und da du ja JJ bist, dürfte lores zukünftiger wohl auf dem namen Luke hören. das wird bestimmt eine tolle story! bin schon sehr gespannt wie es weiter geht. freu mich aufs nächste!

Wegen des Total- Ausfalls etwas später, aber dafür gleich 2 Teile
Bin mal gespannt was ihr davon haltet

Chapter 2: The only option?



While Lorelai was driving back to Stars Hollow she couldn’t really concentrate on the traffic, and for a moment the thought crossed her mind that she maybe should take a taxi, but then another thought entered her brain, overshadowed the rest of sanity she had and she couldn’t even remember anymore that she had thought about calling a taxi.

She would get married on Friday. She, Lorelai Gilmore, would get married on Friday and she didn’t even know her future- husband yet.
She was too confused and distracted by that mere fact to understand the whole absurdity of the situation itself. The only thing she could think about was the fact that she would get married. It didn’t even cross her mind how preposterous it was that she didn’t know the name of her fiancé, that there was no actual fiancé, no ring on her finger, no proposal, not even a first date.

On auto-pilot she reached her home, but remained in the jeep. She turned off the engine and stared at her house, which soon wouldn’t be her house anymore, because her parents would buy them a new one.
She wasn’t even sad or angry, all she was, was confused.

She took her cell-phone out of her bag and called Sookie.

“Hey Sookie, it’s me. Can you come over right now? I have to get married on Friday, otherwise I won’t get any money from my parents”, she said and hung up.

When the light turned on in Rory’s room, she got out of the jeep, dragged herself up the porch- steps and then plopped down on the swing.

She didn’t realize when Sookie’s car drove up to her house or when Sookie walked up to her. She didn’t even realize her friend was there until Sookie waved a hand in front of Lorelai’s eyes.

“What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?” Lorelai asked her, without explaining anything further than she had done on the phone.

“You can have anything I own. My car! Sell my car”, Sookie replied instantly, knowing that she needed to calm Lorelai before she could get something out of her which would actually make sense.

“Oh, sweetie, no one wants your car”, Lorelai smiled slightly and took a deep breath.

“Yeah”, Sookie agreed. “But tell me what happened. Whom should you get married to? Someone you know or a stranger? And where does that idea come from? Did it just pop into your parents heads today or did they have it for longer? And why do you have to marry on Friday? Why not Saturday or Sunday? Will there be a lot of guests? I need to know for the menu and the cake. Do you want a white cake? Or only white frosting and chocolate cake? And…”, Sookie started her questioning.

“Woah Sookie, I can’t even think clear without your questions, but I really can’t deal with the flood of information you want from me. My mother said something about the son of an old friend, who owes them, because they helped him. And that I know him and that there are rumours about us and that he’ll contact me. What do I do, Sookie?” Lorelai asked again and sounded desperate.

“You know they can’t force you to marry someone, those are not the medieval-times anymore. You should marry someone you love and who loves you back and not because your parents force you to because you need money”

“I don’t even need the money for myself, I need it for Rory. It’s for Rory’s future, for their precious, angelic grand-daughter. How can they pull something like that? It’s not even for me…”Lorelai trailed of, anger started rising in her chest.

“Maybe that’s why”, Sookie shrugged.

“Huh?” Lorelai said confused, not able to follow her friend, in the blind rage she was now in.

“They know you would do everything for Rory. If the money would be for yourself you wouldn’t even consider marrying a stranger”, Sookie made her point clear.

“True. But Sookie the thought that I should get married to a stranger is… it’s… I can’t even… it’s not possible. Not even for Rory”, Lorelai said, got off the swing and started to pace.

“Then we need to think of something else”.

“There's something I haven't thought of, I know there is. There's something out there staring me right in the face. I just. . .I haven't seen it”, Lorelai said desperately.

“You know, you might consider really marrying …”

“No”, Lorelai shook her head.

“But I don't think you have a …”

“Stop!” Lorelai said forcefully.

“You can at least meet him and…” Sookie tried again.

“Uh” Lorelai waved her hand.

“Okay, can I say one more thing? I think it's your only option”, Sookie stated the bare facts.

“Sookie, there are several chapters from a Stephen King novel I'd re-enact before I'd resort to that option. I know I was so shocked, I told them I would do it, but I just can’t”, Lorelai said defeated and sat back down on the swing.

“Okay, dropped. Dropped”, Sookie agreed and sat down next to Lorelai, the same defeated and sad look on her face.

“Thank you, I just have to think of something else”, Lorelai said quietly and stared off into space.

~*~
Meanwhile Richard and Emily Gilmore were sitting in their living-room. Emily was reading a book, while Richard studied the newspaper, but he was distracted. Since Lorelai had left, Emily had avoided talking with him, but he needed to know what had gotten into her.
He wasn’t completely surprised by her actions, she had talked about that connection more than once, but he had never thought that one day it would become reality.

“Do you really think Lorelai will let herself be forced into a marriage?” he asked, and lowered the newspaper to look at her.

“She needs the money for Rory and she has no other options, otherwise she wouldn’t have come here”, Emily shrugged and smiled a bit.

“But Emily, a forced marriage?” Richard asked his wife and raised his eyebrows.

“Since we were little kids, Amber and I had the dream that one day our children would get married or be best friends. When she married that hobo and had her boy, I thought I could never give my child to such a man. But after his father’s death we got to know him better and he is a fine young man, must be the McGregor blood. The business he has is questionable, but he inherited his grandmother’s money when she died and as far as we know he hasn’t used it yet. We have it on good authority that he has a thing for Lorelai since he met her for the first time and he owes us. He’s a man Lorelai would go for and if it would only be because she thinks we wouldn’t approve. I am sure once she knows who he is she will agree to marry him. Rory would finally have a father figure, one not as weak and phlegmatic as Christopher and we wouldn’t have to worry about Lorelai anymore. She would be married, would be cared for and she wouldn’t be alone anymore. I think it’s a good thing for all of us”, Emily said and turned her attention back to her book.

Richard gave a sceptical look, remained silent and went back to his newspaper.

~*~

Lorelai and Sookie were still sitting on the swing, starring blankly ahead in silence when Rory came out in her Chilton-skirt.

“Mom? So what do you think?” she asked and turned around one time.

“Wow, it makes you look smart!” Sookie said enthusiastically.

“Okay, no more wine for you. Mom?” Rory wanted to know.

“You look like you were swallowed by a kilt”, Lorelai joked, hiding her worries from her daughter.

“Fine, you can hem it. A little”, Rory smiled.

“Ooh”, Lorelai tried to sound excited.

“Only a little”, Rory reminded her.

“Okay. Or I could hem it a lot”

“No, you're not. I don't want it to be too short”, her daughter disagreed and together they walked inside the house, followed closely by Sookie, who wandered off into the kitchen though.

“I can't believe tomorrow's my last day at Stars Hollow High”, Rory said happily, while Lorelai was searching for needles.

“I know”, she nodded.

“Today I was so excited I dressed for gym”, her daughter confessed.

“You're kidding!” Lorelai exclaimed.

“And I played volleyball”, another confession.

“With other people?”

“And I learned that all this time I was avoiding group sports” Rory started, waiting for a reaction from her mother, who seemed somehow distracted.

“Yeah?” Lorelai said, so Rory would finish her sentence.

“Was very smart because I suck at them”. Rory smiled and stopped fidgeting, because Lorelai had found the needles and started to pin up the skirt.

“Well, yeah, you got that from me”, she said.

“Where's your paté?”, Sookie suddenly asked out of the blue, when she came back from the kitchen into the living-room.

“At Zsa Zsa Gabor's house” Lorelai dead-panned.

“Right. I'm going to the store because you have nothing. You feel like duck?” Sookie wanted to know

“Ooh, if it's made with chicken, absolutely”, Lorelai joked and her problem had slipped her mind for a second.

“I'll be back”, Sookie excused herself, grabbed her things and walked to the door.

“Bye”, Lorelai yelled after her, but her friend was already out the door.
“All right. This will give you an idea. Go see how you like it”, she turned her attention back to her daughter, when she was done with the pinning up. Rory whirled round and started to run off to her room, but stopped in the doorway of the living-room and turned around again to face her mother.

“Okay. I love being a private school girl”, she squealed happily and then continued her way to her room, running and skipping.

Lorelai looked after her daughter and her problem hit her again like a ton of bricks. Her smile transformed into a sad version of one and she put the rest of the needles down on the desk.

With a deep sigh she turned around, facing the mantle and the pictures on it. Baby-pictures of Rory, pictures from her first Halloween, a picture of the two of them in the Inn, one when they had moved into the Crap Shack and finally a picture of Lorelai when she had been a child. Dressed in a black coat, with a black cap, the huge, grey mansion behind her, the gate closed and an unhappy expression on her face.

She didn’t want to get married to a stranger, she didn’t want to give her mother what she wanted. She didn’t want to be unhappy in a marriage she had no say in, but could she be happy knowing that Rory couldn’t go to Chilton because of her, and that she would ruin her daughter’s future?
She needed to talk to the guy and tell him she wouldn’t marry him, but before she needed to find another way to get the money.

TBC

So und Teil 3 gleich hinterher, Erklärung siehe Teil 2

Chapter 3: The Flood

The next day after school Rory decided that she would take a first load of books from her locker with her. Lorelai hadn’t told her anything about her problems or the absurd condition of her mother. Rory was sure she would go to Chilton a week from now.
Sure, it was a bit early to clear her locker, but she was so excited she had to start with something.

When she had pulled the first ten books out, she discovered that it really had been a good idea to start them because she couldn’t have guessed how many stuff a locker was able to hold.

The books were heavy and when she kicked her locker shut, she dropped the books. Sighing she crouched down to pick up the books when suddenly a guy was standing next to her, nearly giving her a heart-attack.

“God! You're like Ruth Gordon just standing there with a tennis root. Make a noise”, she exclaimed and put a hand on her wildly beating heart.

“Rosemary's Baby”, the guy grinned.

“Yeah”, Rory nodded, confused that for once someone could keep up with her references, other than her mother or Lane.

“Well, that's a great movie. You've got good taste”, the guy complimented and Rory didn’t know what to say. An awkward silence followed. ”Are you moving?” he broke it.

“No, just my books are”, Rory said and felt stupid.

“My family just moved here from Chicago”, he explained and went to pick up the rest of her books which were still lying on the floor, because she simply couldn’t think or move anymore.

“Windy. Oprah”, she stuttered the first things which came to her mind.

“Yeah. Yeah, that's the place. I'm Dean”, he smiled and handed her the books after she finally got up.

“Hi”, she smiled goofily and stared at him. “Oh, Rory. Me. That's -- that's me” she continued when the first bit of blood returned to her brain- and her cheeks.

“Rory”, he repeated.

“Well, Lorelai technically”, she hurried to explain.

“Lorelai. I like that”, he smiled that brilliant smile of his again and Rory started to ramble.

“It's my mother's name, too. She named me after herself. She was lying in the hospital thinking about how men name boys after themselves all the time, you know, so why couldn't women? She says her feminism just kind of took over. Though personally I think a lot of Demerol also went into that decision. I never talk this much”, she finished a bit out of breath.

“Well, I better go”, he suddenly said.

“Oh, sure” Rory shrugged, although everything inside of her screamed NO!

“I have to go look for a job”, he explained.

“Okay, good” she shrugged again and snapped out of her daze when he started to leave.

“You should check with Miss Patty”, she called after him.

“What?” he asked and walked back over to her.

“About the job. You should check with Miss Patty. She teaches dance. She was actually on Broadway once”, she told him.

“I. . .I don't really dance much”, he chuckled confused.

“No, no, she just kind of knows everything that's going on in town. She'll know if someone's looking”, she explained and together they walked out of the school building.

“Oh, great. Uh, thanks. Hey, what are you doing now?” he asked and Rory’s heart started to beat a bit faster.

“Nothing...much. I should throw this away at some point”, she said and motioned to some notes that lay on top of her books.

“Well, maybe you could show me where this Miss Patty's place is”, he asked.

“Yeah, I guess so. I really don't have anything important to. . .let's go”, Rory agreed and was surprised when he took the books out of her hands and carried them, while they walked to Miss Patty and chatted.

~*~
It was early in the evening when Emily decided to call her future son- in-law and tell him bout his marriage. Richard was still working and she thought that it was time now that Lorelai would get to know who she had to marry.

“Hello, this is Emily Gilmore. Yes, Thank you, we are fine. How is business? That’s very nice to hear. Oh, yes, that’s true. Listen there is a reason why I am calling you after all this time. What? No, nobody died”, Emily said and started to doodle on the paper in front of her. It was an old habit she couldn’t get rid off and every time she talked to someone on the phone, she had to burn the papers afterwards, so nobody would see her stupid doodles.

“Actually it’s kind of a business thing I am calling you about. Do you remember your mother’s letter? No, not the one with the hearts all over it, but the one she wrote shortly before her death. Yes? So you remember that one paragraph about my daughter? Lola? Well that was the nickname your mother gave her, but actually her name was Lorelai…hello you’re still there?” she asked and a content smile appeared on her face.

~*~
A few minutes before Lorelai and Rory had entered Luke’s diner, which was empty by now and sat down quietly on a table. Lorelai was still debating how she could get the money without marrying a stranger, while Rory was deep in thought about Dean. Both had made a decision: Lorelai knew that Rory had to go to Chilton, no matter what and Rory had decided that Stars Hollow High wasn’t that bad anymore.

“So, you were late getting home tonight”, Lorelai tried to start a conversation.

“Yeah, I went to the library”, Rory lied. She couldn’t remember ling to her mother- ever. That was a first.

“Oh. Oh, I forgot to tell you, we're having dinner with your grandparents Friday night”, Lorelai told her, hoping that it would never even come that far. Because then the dinner would be no dinner, but her own wedding.

“We are?” Rory asked surprised.

“Mmhmm”, Lorelai made, sending silent prayer to every god she knew, that she would find another way.

“But it's September”, Rory said.

“So?”

“So what holiday's in September?”

“Look, it's not a holiday thing. It's just dinner, okay?” Lorelai snapped.

“Fine, sorry”, Rory muttered when Luke reached the table with their plates.

“Red meat can kill you. Enjoy”, he told them sarcastically and then went back behind the counter, because the telephone rang.

“So, I finished hemming your skirt today”, Lorelai said, but Rory remained silent.

“Did somebody die?” they heard Luke ask.

“A grunt of acknowledgment might be nice”, Lorelai added.

“I don't understand why we're going to dinner on Friday night. I mean, what if I had plans? You didn't even ask me” Rory changed the topic.

“Well, if you had plans I would have known”, Lorelai shrugged and ate some fried from her plate.

“How?”

“Well, you would have told me”, Lorelai shrugged, not in the mood for any arguments.

“I don't tell you everything. I have my own things”, Rory spit out.

“Fine, you have things”, Lorelai shrugged again, annoyed by her daughters behavior

“That's right. I have things.”

“Hey, I had dibs on being the bitch tonight”, Lorelai snapped.

“Just tonight?” Rory shot back.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Lorelai asked stunned.

“I'm not sure I want to go to Chilton”, Rory admitted.

“What?” Lorelai was sure the Flood would come right through the diner door now.

“The timing is just really bad”, Rory muttered.

“The timing is bad?”

“And the bus ride to and from Hartford, it's like thirty minutes each way”, Rory tried to be at least a bit rational.

“I can't believe what I'm hearing” Lorelai said, once a loss for words.

“Her name is..? Jeez!” they heard Luke yell in the background, but were too occupied with their own fight to pay attention.

“Plus, I don't think we should be spending that money right now. I mean, I know Chilton's got to be costing you a lot”, Rory brought out the next argument.

“Oh, you have no idea” Lorelai replied.

“All of your money should be going toward buying an inn with Sookie”.

“What about college? What about Harvard?” Lorelai asked her daughter.

“We don't know that I can't get into Harvard if I stay where I am”, Rory replied.

“Okay, enough. Enough of the crazy talk, okay? I appreciate your concern but I have this covered”, Lorelai lied, fed up with this discussion.

“I still don't want to go” Rory said louder.

“Why?”

“Because I don't” Rory yelled and stood up.

“Okay, fine. We always had a democracy in this house. We never did anything unless we both agreed. But now I guess I'm going to have to play the mom card. You are going to Chilton whether you want to or not. Monday morning, you will be there, end of story“, Lorelai yelled back and stood up as well.

“No! No way! This is crazy” Luke yelled into the phone, while the two Gilmore Girls stared at each over the table.

“I have to get out of here”, Rory said suddenly, turned around and left the diner as fast as she could. For some seconds Lorelai looked after her daughter, not believing what had just happened.

Then she let herself fall into the chair and pushed her plate away from her. She was deep in thought and didn’t hear Luke slamming the phone to the cradle or marching up to her. She was startled when he suddenly stood beside her, looking down on her, his face red with anger, a defeated look on his face.

“We are getting married on Friday.I won't wear a tux”, he said, pointed his index- finger to her face, nearly touching her nose and then he marched back behind the counter and up the stairs and a second later his apartment-door slammed shut.

Lorelai sat on her chair, feeling like she had been hit by a truck. This was the end, she was sure now. The Flood was near, it must sweep her away any second now, she could already feel the spume on her skin.

TBC

Hey!
Wow neue Story! Du bist gut!
Du weißt ja, dass ich deine Ideen wie auch deinen Scheibstil liebe...
Aber (überlies das einfach ist nur meine Meinung, hat also echt nichts zu sagen) es ist für mich alles zu nah an GG und zu hmm langweilig! Wahrscheinlich sind das nur die ersten Kapitel und später nicht mehr. Zur zeit ist es für mich zu viel Wörtliche Rede und zu viel GG (das ist als würde ich es zum 2000 x sehen und dann verpasse ich die Sachen die wichtig sind, weil ich nur überfliege).
Die Idee Luke und Lorelai zu zwingen zu heiraten, hab ich bis jetzt noch nie gehabt *g*! (Glaub auch nicht das je einer von beiden sich zwingen lassen würde). Bin schon sehr gespannt wie du das mit Lorelais Entscheidung machst und wie es weiter geht!
Hab viel Uni, also kann es etwas dauern, eh ich etwas lese. LG Sandra

Hach ist das toll, ich liebe diese Story Wirklich voll klasse, schreib schnell weiter, will doch wissen, wie die Hochzeit wird... Tolle Story

momo:

Zitat:Aber (überlies das einfach ist nur meine Meinung, hat also echt nichts zu sagen) es ist für mich alles zu nah an GG und zu hmm langweilig! Wahrscheinlich sind das nur die ersten Kapitel und später nicht mehr.

Ich überlese grundsätzlich keine Kommentare, schließlich dient ihr hier als "Versuchskaninchen" bevor ich das woanders poste . Wie du sehen wirst, wird auch das neue Kapitel (und alle folgenden) Dialoge aus GG enthalten, allerdings nur noch manchmal und die eigenen Dialoge werden immer mehr werden. Ich muss allerdings gestehen, dass es mir ziemlichen Spaß macht einfach Dialoge so zu kombinieren und zusammen zu schneiden, dass es passt. Wäre auch mal ne Idee für ne Story.....:p

wohnraumheldin:

Zitat:will doch wissen, wie die Hochzeit wird..

Wer sagt denn, dass es eine Hochzeit gibt?!


Chapter 4: The Ark

She was drowning, she was wet and she knew this was the end. Through the masses of water which surrounded her she heard Luke’s words in a daze, couldn’t register them, could barely understand them.
When they reached her ear they sounded strange and blurred.
She sat on the chair in the diner and was sure that she was drowning. She was gasping for air and started to look around the room in panic.
Then, after endless hours, at least that’s what those few minutes were to her, she took a deep breath and came back into reality.

Slowly her surroundings became clear again in front of her eyes. She could see the diner in all it’s pale green color and the yellow glow of the lamps.
This place really needs a spruce, she thought while she was looking around, her eyes drifting to the corners of the diner.
Suddenly her eyes popped open when she heard a sound upstairs and the things Luke said came back to her. “We are getting married on Friday. I won’t wear a tux”. That sentence was so typically Luke, at least the second one. The first sentence, though… married on Friday. Why did he want to get married on Friday? Why did everyone suddenly wanted to marry her or marry her off? Were they all nuts?

Married on Friday…. And then it really hit her.

She jumped out of her chair, took only three steps to reach the curtain, passed it and then hurried up the stairs.
She didn’ bother knocking, she just snatched the door open, walked in and slammed it shut behind her.

Like a person possessed she looked around the room and found him standing on the opposite side of the room in front of the window, his hands were gripping the window- sill so tight that his knuckles turned white and Lorelai could see that he was visibly shaking .

“It’s you?” Lorelai yelled at him and grabbed his arm to turn him around. She wasn’t interested that he was obviously upset. All her anger and despondency was directed against Luke now, who was standing there facing her and for the first time seemed small.

“You are the guy I am forced to get married to? What have you, some kind of sick deal with my parents to get me? You never even asked me out on a date and now we have to get married? What kind of sick pervert are you? And where the hell do you know my parents from? Ooooh, now I get it! It wasn’t our idea, but you let them pay you for that. How much did they give you? Or will you get the money after the licence is signed? How could you?” she screamed, her face red with anger and tears appeared in her eyes.

“This is for Rory Luke, for Rory! How could you use the future of my kid?” her voice was hoarse now and furiously she wiped the tears away.

“I don’t want to marry you! Actually I don’t know how I will stand you twenty- four seven. Your annoying babbling, the constant smell of coffee and stupid references all the time, which no-one ever gets! Your ugly pink purses and the inappropriate clothing, along with a purring, mewing or squeaking alarm clock. Oh and don’t forget the sexy clogged sinks because you never pull your hair out ” Luke yelled back. He was hurt that she was thinking he would trick her in such a mean way.

But then he saw the tears in her eyes and on her cheeks and took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry. I guess I am just as shocked as you are”, he apologized and sat down on his couch. He leaned back and lay his head back against the couch and rubbed with his hands over his face, closed his eyes for some seconds.

“Look, I think we are both still too shocked about this whole thing. Why don’t we calm down, meet tomorrow evening and then discuss what we are going to do and how we can get out of this without any consequences for Rory?” he asked then and turned around to face her; she was still standing in the same place.

“Okay”, Lorelai just nodded and walked to the apartment-door without looking at him. She opened the door and made a step over the thresh-hold when she stopped.

“I’m sorry Luke” she said quietly and didn’t wait for his reply before she closed the door.

~*~
The next morning when Lorelai entered the Inn Michel gave her a disapproving, nearly hostile glance.

“I was instructed to tell you that Sookie is waiting for you in the kitchen. And that work is waiting for you- that was my own addition”, he snorted and walked away.

"Tell me when Rory gets here", she called after him, shook her head and walked into the kitchen where she surely would find her friend.

“Hey, Sookie, what did you want to talk…” she started, but couldn’t get farther before Sookie embraced her in a bear-hug. “Oh my!” she exclaimed.

“I'm so happy!” Sookie squealed and bounced up and down, still hugging Lorelai.

“I'm so glad you're so happy! Is this is a normal happy or was there cooking sherry involved?” Lorelai replied and succeeded to get out of the hug.

“It is so wonderful. Do you know how wonderful it is?” Sookie said, still in that squeaking tone that made Lorelai’s ears ring.

“No, no, I don't, but I would love to weigh in”, she said and felt how her own mood lightened when she saw her friend so happy.

“You're getting married to Luke”, Sookie smiled and clapped her hands excitedly.

“Ah, how did you know?” Lorelai asked stunned and her good mood was gone again.

“I was out of onions last night and wanted to make stew. Dosey’s was already closed, so I thought I could stop by at Luke’s and get an onion from Luke. I would even have paid for it, although it’s not from France. You know French onions have that certain spice which other onions don’t have. It’s a mixture of lemon and...”

“Sookie!” Lorelai called her back into reality. Sookie stopped and looked at her friend.

“Where was I?”, she asked then.

“You needed an onion and wanted to get it from Luke” Lorelai told her.

“Right. So I went over to Luke’s and he was walking up to you and told you that you would get married on Friday and that he wouldn’t wear a tux. That is so great!” Sookie said and started bouncing again.

“Well, Sookie, I”, Lorelai started to explain.

“I am so glad! You two are perfect for each other. I have always thought that someday, if you just sort of turned around and opened your eyes that you'd see it, and now that you have, I'm just so damn happy”, Sookie smiled brightly.

“Sookie…” Lorelai tried to say something.

“You're not gonna die alone. I mean, somebody will be there. Somebody will know. Somebody will find the body and call the police and…” Sookie went on, but this time Lorelai really stopped her.

“Sookie, we won’t get married”, Lorelai told her then.

“Why?”

“Because obviously he is the man my parents want me to marry. I don’t know yet what they did and where they know each other from, but we won’t get married”. Lorelai shook her head.

“I don’t see the problem”, Sookie shrugged.

“Huh?”

“If you marry Luke everything could stay the same. He is your friend and he has a thing for you. He is there whenever you need him and he repairs your house when it needs fixing. He feeds you and gives you coffee. And I bet he is good in the sack as well” Sookie grinned devily.

“Sookie!”

“What? I’m just stating the facts. I just don’t get it. You were upset because you should marry a stranger. Now it turns out it’s Luke and that’s a good thing. Besides, I don’t think that Luke has anything to do with that plan”.

“I know. I mean, I yelled at him and accused him, but I didn’t mean it” Lorelai admitted and had a bad conscience about that.

“But he knows right?” Sookie asked.

“He knows. I think he knows. He should know. I hope he knows”, Lorelai said.

“Well make sure he knows, okay? Because you two together could really find a good solution”, Sookie said and then went back to her sauce and left Lorelai alone with her thoughts, but then suddenly started to squeak again.

“Sookie, please, I am begging you, pull yourself together, okay? I got no sleep last night and I think I put my contacts in backwards”, Lorelai said and started to rub her temples.

“Rory's still mad at you, huh?” Sookie changed the topic, aware that the wedding-topic was done for now.

“Hey, I'm not so crazy about her either”, Lorelai replied.

“It was a fight. Mothers and daughters fight,” Sookie tried to calm her.

“No, we don't fight. We never fight”, Lorelai shook her head when Michel entered the kitchen.

“You told me to tell you when your daughter arrived. Well, she's here and she's sitting in my chair”, he said. Lorelai gave Sookie a defeated wave and walked out to the lobby.

“Hey, no muumuu today. You know what's weird, I kind of miss it”, she said.

“You left me a note to meet you here”, Rory replied aggressively.

“Yeah, I thought you might want to work a couple hours, make a little extra cash”

“Fine”, she shrugged.

“Aw, you're not gonna give me the "Mommy Dearest" treatment forever, are ya?” Lorelai tried it again.

“You wanted me here, I'm here. Should I do something or what?” Rory grumbled. Lorelai’s shoulders slumped and she wasn’t able to keep her composure anymore. This whole thing was getting unbearable. Rory noticed the change in her mothers demeanor and got worried. She sensed that something was really worrying her, which had to be bigger than their fight.

“Mom?” She asked worried

“I'm okay. I just. . .do I look shorter? 'Cause I feel shorter”, Lorelai smiled slightly, soothed by her daughter’s worry for her.

“Hey, how 'bout I get you a cup of coffee?” Rory asked her and slung her arm around her mother’s waist to lead her to the kitchen. They both needed some cheering up.

Lorelai was only too happy to got back into the kitchen again and get some coffee. The room where Sookie was suddenly seemed like the Ark, which had saved her from the flood. At least until she had to face Luke again.

TBC

Wie, keine Hochzeit?! Du spinnst wohl! :p Es wird immer besser, und diese Sache mit den Original-Dialogen ist toll

Hey!
Komm gerad aus der Uni und geh gleich in die Uni, also hab ich mein Gehirn zwischendurch abgestellt. Sorry, bin ganz schlecht was FB angeht während der Uni-Zeit!!!
Gut das du mich nicht hasst. (Zumindest zeigst du es nicht lol).
Ja dieses Kapitel hat mir schon besser gefallen. Armer Luke, arme Lorelai. Aber eins versteh ich nicht (Gehirn = Off). Wenn Luke durch das Geld der toten Großmutter reich ist, warum zahlt er denn das nicht einfach für Rory? Das wäre doch besser als zur Hochzeit gezwungen zu werden, also für beide!
LG