Gilmore girls: your own storyline.

Chapter 26

I step back into the house, take my shoes off by the door and shove them into the shoe closet as my mother insists. I noticed her car outside so she probably just arrived while I was out.

"Mom!?" I yell to see if she really is home. No reply. I walk further into the house until I reach the dining room and see her sitting at the head of the table, her forehead resting in her hands and her glasses on the table. "dramatic much?" I joke. she only looks up at me and rests her interlocked hands in front of her on the table cloth. "mom?" I ask once more and step forwards, "what's wrong?" the air has somehow shifted.

Mom takes a deep breath, stands up and walks towards the bar parallel to the wall where we keep one of our phones. She lifts a finger and presses one of the buttons. I somehow know what I am about to hear, "Hi Giselle... or Olivia, I really don't care who is listening. If it's Giselle then call me back, if it's Olivia then tell our daughter to send in her RSVP to the wedding. Kimberly insists on it so that everything is in order with her plans, and if Giselle doesn't send it in then Kimberly won't factor her in for the seating arrangement and all of the other wedding stuff. okay, bye." my dad hangs up the phone. I barely heard anything he said over the loud beating drum in my chest. I feel caught.

"Mom I can explain-"

"Explain what Giselle? How you lied to me?" she asks. I try to interject but she continues, "how long did you know about the wedding?"

"Literally since Thursday, I don't know why Dad is so pressed for a stupid RSVP. It's only been like four days. That guy needs to find a hobby." I slightly raise my voice as I wave my arms around as I speak. Why does my father provoke me so?

"Oh. Your father made it seem like it's been a couple of months," Mom eases up, her eyebrows lower and her shoulders decent slightly. The tension in the room has lifted.

"yeah, Kimberly is just a bitch" I agree.

"hey don't use that language!" she yells.

"Sorry," I apologize.

"but your right, she is a bitch," mother agrees and I am surprised by her colourful choice of words. I've never heard her swear before. "why didn't you tell me?" mom asks.

"I was gonna... eventually. It's just that I never know how your gonna handle these things with dad. It's undiscovered territory in our relationship so I'm still trying to learn what to do." I tell her.

"It's fine. I'm over your father and his asshole choices. You can tell me anything. We've never really had a clear communitive path and I know that it's partially because I'm always working and you feel like you can't trust me with everything, but I want you to know that I'm here and I want to be, not because I have to be." mom tells me. This is probably the most real conversation we've ever had and it's so out of nowhere.

"I know that mom. I've never doubted that." I tell her and go in for a hug. She wraps her arms around me tight.

"good," she tells me. 

"I'm still not going to that wedding," I tell her.

"good," she repeats. I laugh lightly and let go of our hug. 

***

The next day is the beginning of the week. Mondays are the most optimistic days. Filled with so much hope and expectation for the rest of the week. When I stepped out of my house this morning to get to school a could immediately feel the spring weather. My junior year of high school is almost over.

This week and next was mostly focused on my business class project. The class was split into several groups and we had to create a new product that could actually do well in the real world and present it at the business fair next Friday. I was grouped with Rory, Paris, Chip, Madeline, Louise, and Brad. Mr. Gilmore, Rory's grandfather, was our advisor. Our product ended up being a mini first aid kit that can fit in any student's locker. It was Paris' idea and a good one too. What would set our first aid kit apart from any other first aid kit would be the designs they came in. I thought it would be a winner for sure but we ended up losing to the locker alarm another group presented. I still ended up with a good grade so I guess all is well.