Title: Life As I Know It
Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls or the characters. I do not own anything I mention that is obviously not mine. I kind of own the situations, and I do own the new characters.
Summary: It is October 1983, and Lorelai is fifteen. This chronicles Lorelai and Christopher's relationship.
Rating: PG-13
Lorelai
Ugh, I hate this dress! It's all stiff, and pink, and scratchy! For some reason Mom insists that I wear it every time she has friends over for dinner. All of her friends are just like her, old stick-in-the-asses. Who's coming over tonight? Oh, the Schnickelfritzes. Or as Mom likes to call them, the Haydens. Ugh, they're the worst. Their son's okay, but Mom's always hinting about how cute he is. I refuse to believe that preppy Christopher Hayden, whom I've known since kindergarten, could be considered as cute by anyone. He's just...not.
Christopher
Ah, another dinner at the Gilmores' house. It's been awhile since I've seen Lorelai. I wonder if she's changed. Let's see, the last time I saw her, she had just bought the new John Cougar album, and she was trying to wear it out by listening to "Jack and Diane". And that's how she said goodbye, "Little ditty 'bout Jack and Diane. Two American kids doing the best they can." Man, was she weird!
Emily
Lorelai looks so nice in that pink dress. She will probably look better when she stops scratching and puts a smile on her pretty face. I should tell her. But, no. She's fifteen; I'm sure she'll stop when she sees how Christopher has grown since last year. Oh,they're here!!
Lorelai
Oh, they're here. Whoop-de-do. Mr. Schnickelfritz, Mrs. Schnickelfritz, and--who is that? Wow. Is that Chris? He's wearing a leather jacket! I wonder how he slipped that by his parents?
Christopher
Wow. Lor's grown up. She looks good. She looks really good. Really, really, really good. I wonder if she still has that John Cougar album?
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Lorelai walked up to Christopher as they followed their parents into the study.
"Chris."
"Lor."
They grinned at each other.Oh, boy, did they grin at each other. On the walk to the study, in the study, the walk to the dining room, across the table, and, finally, as the Gilmores walked the Haydens to the door.
"Good-bye, Straub." Richard shook his hand.
"Bye, Francine. See you Wednesday at D.A.R.!" Emily waved.
"It's not that cold anymore," Francine hissed to Christopher as he tried to put his leather jacket back on. Chris glanced at Lorelai and put it on anyway.
"Chris."
"Lorelai." With a wink and a grin, Chris was gone, his mother pulling his jacket off.
"Well, you were awfully rude, Lorelai." The voice pulled Lorelai out of her stupor.
"What, Mom?" Lorelai asked sweetly.
"To Christopher. You were rude to Christopher. The only son of our dearest friends, and you barely said two words to him."
"Sometimes, you don't need words to say something." Lorelai answered dreamily as she started up the stairs. "Good-night."
Emily stared dumbfoundedly after her daughter, slightly worried.
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Lorelai was reading People magazine when there was a tap on her window. She stood up and walked from her bed to the window. Christopher was standing on the other side.Lorelai climbed through her window to the small balcony.
"Hi."
"Hi. Here." Chris handed a flower to Lorelai. She took it.
"Wow. Where did you get this from, and why are you giving it to me?"
"From our greenhouse, and because maybe you'll remember how sweet I am when I ask you to go out with me."
"You're asking me to go out with you?" Lorelai's voice squeaked.
"No. Not yet," he added quickly as her face fell. He kissed her on her cheek. "See you at school."
"At school? Wait, you don't go there!"
"I do now." Chris called from his perch in the tree beside the balcony. "Remember. Tomorrow." He shimmied down, jumped to the ground, and picked up his bike and rode away.
"Tomorrow." Lorelai whispered as she watched him pedal home, his untucked shirttails flying behind him. She shivered and smiled as she climbed back inside, then stared at his retreating form until she couldn't see it any longer. "Tomorrow."
Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls or the characters. I do not own anything I mention that is obviously not mine. I kind of own the situations, and I do own the new characters.
Summary: It is October 1983, and Lorelai is fifteen. This chronicles Lorelai and Christopher's relationship.
Rating: PG-13
Lorelai
Ugh, I hate this dress! It's all stiff, and pink, and scratchy! For some reason Mom insists that I wear it every time she has friends over for dinner. All of her friends are just like her, old stick-in-the-asses. Who's coming over tonight? Oh, the Schnickelfritzes. Or as Mom likes to call them, the Haydens. Ugh, they're the worst. Their son's okay, but Mom's always hinting about how cute he is. I refuse to believe that preppy Christopher Hayden, whom I've known since kindergarten, could be considered as cute by anyone. He's just...not.
Christopher
Ah, another dinner at the Gilmores' house. It's been awhile since I've seen Lorelai. I wonder if she's changed. Let's see, the last time I saw her, she had just bought the new John Cougar album, and she was trying to wear it out by listening to "Jack and Diane". And that's how she said goodbye, "Little ditty 'bout Jack and Diane. Two American kids doing the best they can." Man, was she weird!
Emily
Lorelai looks so nice in that pink dress. She will probably look better when she stops scratching and puts a smile on her pretty face. I should tell her. But, no. She's fifteen; I'm sure she'll stop when she sees how Christopher has grown since last year. Oh,they're here!!
Lorelai
Oh, they're here. Whoop-de-do. Mr. Schnickelfritz, Mrs. Schnickelfritz, and--who is that? Wow. Is that Chris? He's wearing a leather jacket! I wonder how he slipped that by his parents?
Christopher
Wow. Lor's grown up. She looks good. She looks really good. Really, really, really good. I wonder if she still has that John Cougar album?
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Lorelai walked up to Christopher as they followed their parents into the study.
"Chris."
"Lor."
They grinned at each other.Oh, boy, did they grin at each other. On the walk to the study, in the study, the walk to the dining room, across the table, and, finally, as the Gilmores walked the Haydens to the door.
"Good-bye, Straub." Richard shook his hand.
"Bye, Francine. See you Wednesday at D.A.R.!" Emily waved.
"It's not that cold anymore," Francine hissed to Christopher as he tried to put his leather jacket back on. Chris glanced at Lorelai and put it on anyway.
"Chris."
"Lorelai." With a wink and a grin, Chris was gone, his mother pulling his jacket off.
"Well, you were awfully rude, Lorelai." The voice pulled Lorelai out of her stupor.
"What, Mom?" Lorelai asked sweetly.
"To Christopher. You were rude to Christopher. The only son of our dearest friends, and you barely said two words to him."
"Sometimes, you don't need words to say something." Lorelai answered dreamily as she started up the stairs. "Good-night."
Emily stared dumbfoundedly after her daughter, slightly worried.
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Lorelai was reading People magazine when there was a tap on her window. She stood up and walked from her bed to the window. Christopher was standing on the other side.Lorelai climbed through her window to the small balcony.
"Hi."
"Hi. Here." Chris handed a flower to Lorelai. She took it.
"Wow. Where did you get this from, and why are you giving it to me?"
"From our greenhouse, and because maybe you'll remember how sweet I am when I ask you to go out with me."
"You're asking me to go out with you?" Lorelai's voice squeaked.
"No. Not yet," he added quickly as her face fell. He kissed her on her cheek. "See you at school."
"At school? Wait, you don't go there!"
"I do now." Chris called from his perch in the tree beside the balcony. "Remember. Tomorrow." He shimmied down, jumped to the ground, and picked up his bike and rode away.
"Tomorrow." Lorelai whispered as she watched him pedal home, his untucked shirttails flying behind him. She shivered and smiled as she climbed back inside, then stared at his retreating form until she couldn't see it any longer. "Tomorrow."