Gilmore girls: your own storyline.

Chapter 14

The next morning

"Rescue the pop-tart!" I wake up to Lorelai yelling.

"Shhhh! Giselle's sleeping." I hear Rory say as I get up from the couch and start walking to the kitchen.

"But the pop-tart... it flies and it breaks," Lorelai says holding up two halves of a pop-tart as I walk inside the kitchen. The two of them are standing next to the toaster by the sink.

"Morning, sleepyhead." Rory turns to me.

"Morning," I say, my voice is rough and clear that I just woke up.

"Do you want a pop-tart?" Lorelai asks me.

"I'm more of an eggo girl myself, do you have any? Preferably chocolate chip, but all flavours are acceptable." I ask them.

"No, but we have pop-tarts and coffee," Rory tells me and I lay my hand out for a pop-tart. Rory hands me one so I stick it in my mouth to free my hand. I grab a coffee mug and pour some coffee into it.

"Are we going to Lukes, because I'm assuming that none of you learned how to make breakfast overnight?" I ask.

"Mhm, but first, the snowman competition," Lorelai tells me.

"Yes, we do it every year," Rory adds.

"Fun, but imma shower first," I tell them and grab my bag with all the girly makeup/toiletries stuff in it. I down my cup of coffee and eat my pop-tart on the way to the bathroom.

After all of us get ready we head to the town square, where everyone is building their snowmen. I helped them at first but when they decided that Bjork was their inspiration I gave up, so right now I'm making a snowball army on the ground next to my pal, Bjork.

"How do you like that mouth?" Lorelai asks Rory and I look up to see it.

"Um, It's not very mouth-like," Rory tells her and I lay down on the snow. It's a little bit cold but I'm wearing a beanie, a coat, and gloves so I'm good.

"Oh, I think it works." Lorelai disagrees.

"It's tilted to the side." Rory points out but I'm too busy looking at the clouds.

"Yeah, no, that was intentional. It gives her a unique expression." Lorelai explains.

"Like she had a stroke?" Rory questions.

"Fine, I'll use the Mrs. Potato head lips," Lorelai says and pulls it out from the bag of supplies they thought they would need for the competition.

"No, forget it. Leave stroke mouth. It's not like we're gonna win this anyway." Rory complains.

"Whoa, bad attitude," Lorelai says to Rory as I picture Tristan and me riding the dinosaur-shaped cloud.

"Mom, face it, that is the single most incredible snowman I have ever seen," Rory says and points at the snowman, two snowmen away from us. I sit up to get a better look. Wow, It's incredibly detailed. Rory wasn't kidding. Its human shape and the hat on its head is made from snow. it looks like an actual man wearing a coat. I would mistake that snowman as real if he wasn't so white and fluffy.

"I'm sorry, that snowman is way over the top. Way too showy. It's screaming "I'm incredible! I'm special! Look at me!" Lorelai mocks the snowman.

"That's kinda the point of a snowman building contest." Rory points out and Lorelai looks back at the showy snowman. The guy building it waves at her and she waves back with a smile.

"I hate this man with every fibre of my being," Lorelai tells us.

"He looks nice," Rory says.

"He's probably a ringer," I say.