The story of Rory Gilmore's long lost sister, Lucy, and the trials she faces when she moves to Stars Hollow
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When we had gotten home, Rory and I joined Lorelai while she ordered pizza.
"Yup. One large cheese pizza with garlic knots!" I went into the bathroom. When I came out, Lorelai was finishing up the ordering.
"Thanks!" When she hung up, she turned to Rory and I. "Al's pizza. Pickup in one hour!" I nodded.
"Are we still going to dinner tomorrow night—at Grandma and Grandpa's?" Rory asked, grabbing pop tarts from a cabinet.
"Rory! That's the last thing I need to think about now! Bad child! But just for your information, yes."
"Isn't that going to be weird?" I asked.
Lorelai shrugged. "Probably. I mean, it's not like I got pregnant at sixteen! Oh wait..."
I laughed. "Speaking of Grandma and Grandpa's, did you get my stuff?" Lorelai sighed.
"Yes, but they weren't there. The maid let me in," Lorelai said as Rory handed me a pop tart.
"Oh. So, what's going on at work?" I asked her, biting into the sugary tart.
"Oh! There's a wedding. You two can come if you like. It's in a couple week," Lorelai said, clapping her hands together. "I love weddings!"
"Then why don't you have one of your own?" Rory asked.
"That's not funny!" Lorelai whined through a mouthful of crumbs.
"Can I come to the Inn after school tomorrow?" I asked.
"Sure! You and Rory can come help with the preperations!"
Behind Lorelai, Rory was making an "x" with her arms. She was mouthing something incoherently.
"Um, no offense to Rory, but I wanted to spend time with just you," I mumbled. Lorelai raised her eyebrows and turned around.
"Okay." She shrugged her shoulders. "As long as it's fine with Rory!"
"It definitely is!" Rory quickly said.
That night I slept on Rory's bedroom floor.
"Why didn't you tell Mom yourself?" I asked.
"Tell Mom what?" She asked, but she damn well what I was talking about.
"That you didn't want to go to the Inn."
"Lucy, in this family, we have to keep each others' secrets. I love Mom and I think she's the best mom in the world, but she has strict ideas and opinions. She doesn't want us to end up like her." What does that mean? She didn't want us to end up pregnant at sixteen? Isn't that a good thing?
"I guess," I murmured, rolling over in the mattress.
"'Night," Rory said, turning off her lamp.
"'Night."
"Lucy!" Lorelai hugged me as I came through the door of the Independence Inn.
"Hi! So do you need help with wedding stuff?"
"Well, you're eager. How about you do all the work for me?" She jokingly suggested.
I shrugged. "I like working." It was true. Even though Grandma never let me, I always wanted to help with the house chores.
"Well, there's nothing to do now, so you can go relax," Lorelai said. I went to the couch in the center of the main room and sat down with a book that Rory gave me. 1984. I hadn't read a lot in Hartford. I had mostly spent my time doing homework or doodling in my notebook, so I wanted to giving reading a try.
Then a woman came into the Inn followed by two identical twins.
Lorelai entered the room and walked up to the woman.
"Hi, Mrs. Shales! If you want to get right to business, follow me outside."
Just then, Rory came through the door. The Inn was very crowded. She walked to me.
"Who is that?" She asked, crossing her arms.
"Us in five years," I said, mirroring her. "Where were you?" I added.
"Um, at school. With Dean." She tucked a strand of hair back behind her ear.
"Oh?" I raised my eyebrows and looked at her.
"Yeah," she mumbled. "But you can't tell Mom."
"Why would I? I don't care."
"Wow. That's so nice of you," Rory sarcastically scoffed.
"What?" I shrugged. "It's not a big deal." And with that, I walked away towards the kitchen. Rory followed.
"What are you doing with that sauce?" Sookie exclaimed, storming over to a chef. "You put Parsley in! Not Cilantro."
"Hi, Sookie!" I greeted.
"Hi, Rory! I have some chocolate in that measuring cup over there." She pointed to a island in the middle of the kitchen.
"Actually, I'm Lucy, but sure!"
"Sorry, I can't tell the difference that well. Rory: straight hair. Lucy: wavy hair!"
I grabbed a piece of chocolate and went back out towards the main room.
"Do you want to get out of here?" I asked Rory.
"Sure." She shrugged. "What else is there to do?"
"Don't say it like it's your only choice," I scoffed. I grabbed my book and followed Rory out of the Inn.
That night was insane. It was six. We had to be and Grandma and Grandpa's in about an hour.
"Rory do you have something I could wear?" I asked, peeking into the room.
"You're not wearing my clothes!" She was wearing a light blue sweater with a skirt.
"And your not wearing that!" I exclaimed. She looked down at her clothes.
"What's wrong with this?"
"I mean—it—I—whatever. It's fine." I waved my hand and went up the stairs to Lorelai's room.
"Mom?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you have something I could wear? Rory won't let me borrow anything."
"Yeah, I have something." She pulled out a dark purple dress and paired it with some tights.
"Thanks!" I grabbed the clothes and ran to get changed.
About half an hour later, we arrived and the house. My heart was racing. This couldn't turn out well. I held Rory's hand. Lorelai reached for the doorbell, but turned to us first.
"If you want to leave, give me a signal. Like this," she pulled on her ear. I nodded.
She put her finger the the bell.
Grandma came to greet us. "How are my favorite girls?!"
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This is what I kind of imagine Lucy wearing. With tights, leggings, or something!
