Lucille in Stars Hollow

Snow Day

It had been a couple weeks after mine and Rory's birthday parties.

Lisa, Leo, and I would hang out with Leo's friends at school. Finally I had more than a best friend. I was starting to fell in place in Stars Hollow.

As far as I knew, Leo and I were friends. For now at least, as Lisa said.

I wanted something to happen between us soon, but Leo had friend zoned me. Which made sense. I mean, we didn't know each other that well. It was awkward.

Now, it was snowing. Rory and I were and Emily and Richards'.

"Okay, well, they can stay here tonight, Lorelai," Emily said, walking towards us while we looked out the window. "Fine. Girls? Your mother wants to talk to you two."

"Thanks, Grandma," I said as she handed me the phone.

"I'm so sorry, Lucy. At least you'll die being treated like a china teacup!" Lorelai mocked. I rolled my eyes.

"Stop being dramatic. Just because you had a bad experience living here, doesn't mean we all have." Lorelai was silent at that.

"Okay....well Max is sleeping here tonight. His car is at Gypsy's. Don't tell Rory....she's still uncomfortable with the whole sleeping with her teacher thing," Lorelai whispered. I looked to Rory.

"I won't tell her," I said, getting Rory's attention. She mouthed "What?" And I mouthed back "Max is at home". She cringed.

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow, I guess," she said. "Hand me to Rory."

I handed Rory the phone.

"Hi, Mom," she said. "No! It's not that bad...more like the tea inside of the cup!"

I laughed and assumed that Lorelai made the "teacup" joke.

"Okay, bye." Rory put down the phone. "Do you think that Mom and Mr. Medina are getting serious?" I shrugged in response.

"I don't know anything these days," I sighed.

"Oooh, is this about Leo?" I shoved her.

"Who is Leo?" Emily asked, stalking up on us. Rory grinned.

"Friend from school..." I said.

"Okay, Sarah. Yes. Thank you," Richard said, walking into my old bedroom, which was Lorelai's first.

"When did she say she's coming, Richard?" Emily asked.

"She's not. She's snowed in."

Emily did not take that well. "She's not coming? How can we have dinner then? If we don't have a cook? And Loretta is snowed in, too!"

"Well, we'll just have to make do with what we can find in the fridge or freezer, Emily."

"We can find something!" Rory said, standing up, I followed her.

"Yeah, there must be leftovers or something that we can scrounge up!" I huffed.

"Lucy, Gilmores do not "scrounge up" food. You should know this most of all!" Emily exclaimed. I looked at Rory.

"Grandma, go sit and have a drink. Leave dinner to us!"

                                                                                     

"Wow, they really have nothing in here," Rory said as we searched through the fridge. All there was was a couple of sodas and things to make dinner with. Which Rory and I both knew, no one in the house could do.

"Oh! I found pizza!" I pulled out frozen pizza from the freezer. Rory looked at it.

"It could very well be ten years old...but I'll still eat it!" She read the directions and put the pizza in the oven while I ran out to inform Richard and Emily.

"Dinner is almost prepared," I said in a proper way.

"Good," Emily barked. "I'm getting hungry." She crossed her arms.

When I got back, Rory was hovering over the oven.

"Are they hungry lions yet?" She asked. I chuckled.

"No, but Grandma is kind of a hungry lion cub," I said, grabbing plates from from a cupboard.

"Well, this should be ready in a couple minutes," Rory said. Then she opened up a soda from the fridge. "What was it like living here?"

"Me?" I gasped. She nodded. "I don't know...it was fine, I guess. Like what do you mean?"

Rory shrugged. "Like, did you ever wish you lived with us?"

"Not really. Grandma and Grandpa never talked about you guys unless it was, "Rory and your mother are coming to visit" or "It's your mother's birthday today". You know? Like they never talked about her leaving me here or something."

"Well, for what it's worth, Lucy, I'm glad you came. Now we have three people for torturing Luke!" And with that, she took the pizza out of the oven, put it onto plate, and danced into the dining room.

"Ha ha! Very funny," I mocked.

"What is this?" Emily asked in shock.

"This is delicately prepared round bread with cheese and tomato sauce on it!" I said.

"It's pizza, Emily," Richard corrected.

My heart skipped a beat when she started to eat it with a fork and knife.

"Grandma, you know, the experience is better when you eat it with your hands," Rory said as I added, "And with cheese on top!"

She replied, "Rory, I'm not an animal."

"Please," Rory begged. Finally, Emily caved and grabbed the cheese grater from the table.

She picked it up—with her hands—and took a bite. Her lips immediately turned into a smile.

"Oh my goodness! Richard, you have to try this!" She walked over to him.

"Emily, please—."

"Trust me, Richard. Just put extra cheese on it!" She put the cheese in his pizza, then went to sit down at her seat.

I looked at Rory. I bet Emily will twine this into her weekly menu.

"Goodnight, Grandma, Grandpa!" I kissed the both of them goodnight and went upstairs, with Rory behind me.

"God, I just want to go home!" Rory whined, as we brushed our teeth.

"Eh, it's not so bad. When you're there, they are less tense. Mom and I are like the children...you're the grandchild. The attention is different."

"I guess you're right," Rory said as we walked to the bedroom and got under the covers.

"Are you a kicker?" I asked.

"No. Are you?" Rory retorted. I shook my head. "Then we shouldn't have any problems."

I turned off the lights.

"'Night," I sighed.

She replied, "Goodnight, least favorite grandchild!"