Gilmore girls alternative

Chapter 6

The next day, again we went to Luke's diner before I went to school and mom went to work. When we walked in, Jess was sitting at the counter, eating an egg while reading.

"Luke!" Mom called. "What!?" Asked Luke. "Anywhere?" Asked mom. "You're supposed to wait to be seated." He said, while serving an old cupped coffee. "But you're taking too long." Mom whined. "Fine, anywhere. Jess, take their order." Luke demanded. "I'm trying to eat my breakfast before going to school." Jess protested. "Jess." Luke said, seriously.

"Where do you wanna sit?" I asked mom. "I don't know. Um, how 'bout this table with it's unobstructed westward view of the wide cosmopolitan expansive Klump Street?" Said mom. "Tempting. Do you know that on a clear day you can see all the way to the garbage cans behind Al's Pancake World?" I told her. "Hm. Or we could sit in the corner - you know, the Mafia table so that no one can come up behind you and whack you with a cannoli." Said mom. "Whack you with a cannoli? Oh, because he left the gun and took the cannoli." I said, understanding her reference from the 'godfather' movies which we watched 2 nights ago. "You're so my daughter." Mom exclaimed, happily.

"So, know what you're gonna order?" Asked Jess. "Coffee, pancakes and bacon." Mom ordered. "Rory?" Asked Jess. "Um, coffee, pancakes and sausages please." I said. "On it." Jess said lazily.

I watched as Jess went up to the chef, whose name is 'Ceasar' and gave him our order. "Rory." Mom said, snapping her fingers in front of my face. "You soo like him." Mom commented with a laugh. "Oh shut up. You like Luke." I said back. "Who is Jess's uncle." Mom pointed out. "Hmph, whatever." Just then, Jess returned with our coffee before I saw him walk out of the diner. After five more minutes, Luke comes to our table with our food, which Jess was supposed to be delivering.

Mom and I ate our breakfast, every now and then pausing to talk. After breakfast, we went our separate ways. That day, Jess didn't arrive at school until 3rd period. "Why do you keep skipping class?" I whispered to him. "I've got better things to do." He replied, simply. "Better than getting an education?" I asked, uncertain. "Yup." That was all I heard from him all day.

During lunch, I sat with Lane and her friends, although I kept my head down and read. I also noticed Jess doing the same thing at an empty table. 'I wonder why he doesn't sit with his friends.' I think to myself.

After school, I went and sat on a bench and read, until my concentration was interrupted by Dean jumping over the bench, before sitting on it beside me. I let out a little scream. "God, you scared me." I said, awkwardly. "Sorry." Dean said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"So how are you liking Moby Dick?" Asked Dean. "Oh it's really good." I commented. "Yeah?" Asked Dean. "Yeah, it's my first Melville." I explained. "Cool." "I mean, I know it's kind of cliché to pick Moby Dick as your first Melville but -- hey how did you know I was reading Moby Dick?" I questioned.

"Uh, well, I've been watching you." "Watching me?" I asked worriedly. "I mean, not in a creepy, like 'I'm watching you' sort of way. I just -- I've noticed you." He reassured me. "Me?" I asked. "Yeah." "When?" "Whenever you're not in class, you come out and you sit under that tree there and you read. Yesterday it was Fountainhead. This week it's Moby Dick." Explained Dean. "But why would you-" "Because you're nice to look at, and because you've got unbelievable concentration." Dean interrupted. "What?" I asked.

"A 15 minutes ago, these two guys were tossing around a ball and one guy nailed the other right in the face. I mean, it was a mess, blood everywhere, the nurse came out, the place was in chaos, his girlfriend was all freaking out, and you were just sitting there reading. I mean, you never even looked up. I thought, 'I have never seen anyone read so intensely in my entire life. I have to meet that girl." Maybe I just didn't look up because I'm unbelievably self-centered." I said in a small voice. "Maybe, but I doubt it."

"I should go, I told my mom I would meet up with her." I said before quickly scurrying off. I walked home where mom was waiting for me because she wanted to show me around the inn. "Hey Rory, how was school?" Asked mom. "Good, although there is this one guy, Dean, who keeps watching me and it's weird. "Well, maybe he likes you." Mom offered. "He said he keeps noticing me." I tell her. "Definitely likes you," She commented. "You got another call from Paris." Mom told me. "Oh God." I walk over to the phone and press play on the voicemails.

"RORY, WHERE ARE YOU! IF YOU ARE SICK I'M GOING TO KILL YOU! I KEEP RUSHING TO ANSWER THE TEACHERS QUESTIONS BUT NO ONE ELSE IS ANSWERING! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME! YOU BETTER BE THERE TOMORROW, I'M STARTING TO NOTICE THE OTHER STUDENTS!" Paris' harsh voice yelled.

"I should call her back." I told mom, before grabbing the phone and walking to my room. I called Paris and she picked up immediately.
"Where have you been." Asked Paris loudly. "
"Paris, calm down." I tell her.
"Don't tell me to calm down!" She said angrily. "Where have you been!"
"Well, my mom and I moved..." I said calmly.
"WHAT!? WHERE IS LORELAI? I WANT TO TALK TO HER!" Yelled Paris.
"Alright, alright, calm down." I said, walking to the kitchen, where mom was at the table.

"She wants to talk to you." I tell mom, handing over the phone. "WHAT!? No, tell her I'm not here!" Mom yelled, in a whisper.
"I can hear you both!" Said Paris. Mom takes the phone.
"Hello Paris." She said calmly.
Where did you move to?!" I heard Paris' voice say angrily.
"Um, a small town around 30 minutes away. It's called Stars Hollow." Mom replied.
Paris hung up.

"Why would you tell her where we live!?" I demanded. "I don't know, but she hung up. Now, let's head to the inn." We go to the car and mom drove off to the inn.