The troubadour starts playing a song. Lorelai, Anna, and Rory push past him with large backpacks on their backs. "Coming through! Heavy packs." Rory warns.
"Sorry." Anna held onto her backpack straps as she passed him.
"Out of our way, peace boy!" Lorelai was grumpy from the heavy lifting. "No offense, love the song. Carry on." She looked over her shoulder to apologize. They walk into Luke's diner. "Ugh. And wuss patrol, halt." They drop their backpacks on the floor.
"I've never known such pain." Rory whines.
"We are not walking around Europe with those annoying things on our backs." Lorelai glares at the items on the ground. They panted as they sat down at a table.
"But we're backpacking through Europe. How're we gonna do this without backpacks?" Rory asked.
"I thought the backpacks would stay at the hostel." Anna didn't think about people robbing them.
"I never actually pictured us with backpacks either." Lorelai agrees.
"Well, what were you picturing?" Rory rubs her shoulders.
"Spry, accommodating European men with neat mustaches trailing after us, carrying our luggage, hailing taxi cabs, constantly reminding us how beautiful we are." She detailed her daydreams.
"Oh, that would be nice." Anna imagines Jess with a mustache.
"No, it's just the three of us carrying our backpacks around." Rory gave them a reality check.
"Well, at least my new walking shoes are all broken in. If you count broken skin, broken toes." Lorelai began to unlace her boots.
Luke hurried over when he saw what she was doing. "Don't do that."
"Don't do what?" She continues to loosen them up.
"Don't take your shoes off. This is a restaurant." Luke didn't think he would have to remind someone of that so much.
"I don't see a no shirt, no shoes, no service sign." She looks around for it.
"It's right here, don't do that." He points at his chest.
"We're in pain, Luke." Rory whines.
"I think my armpits are bleeding." Anna rubs them.
"But it's great that you guys are bearing it so nobly. And can you move these?" He points at the backpacks.
"Can? No." Rory shook her head.
"Would we if we could? Debatable." She laces her boots back up.
"I'm never touching that thing again." Anna glares at the backpack that hurt her.
Luke moves the backpacks by the door and stacks them neatly. The ladies watch in amazement. "Look at that." Lorelai nods.
"We struggled to move one and he moved all three at the same time." Anna's jaw dropped.
"Spry and accommodating." Rory hummed.
"Hey, would you grow a mustache and follow us around Europe?" Lorelai asked when he came back to the table.
"Sorry, I have travel plans of my own." He takes out an order pad.
"Really?" Lorelai wondered if it was true or not.
"Yup, I'm closing down the diner for a couple of weeks and taking Nicole on a little trip." He told them.
"Where are you guys going?" Anna asked.
"We're driving through Western Canada and then taking a cruise up to Alaska." He smiled, clearly looking forward to it.
"A cruise?" Rory hummed.
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Glitter Years
FanfictionSusanna Gilmore is a small-town girl, and she loves everything about it. Now, she and her sister are going from a public school to an elite private school. Despite feeling like she doesn't belong, she determined to make it.
