Letters I Never Sent. (Tristan Dugray)

3. Vivian's Friends. (I) ~ ☆

((I was born after GG aired.. so don't come at me for not understanding most of how things worked then))

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Marnie's POV

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Marnie's outift

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I don't pay attention to anything at dinner with the grandparents. I take a bite every couple of minutes so that Grandma still thinks I like it. But other than that I just poke at it with my fork. All of their food looks weird. I'd rather be at Luke's, eating any food that he gave me other than this.

"--Chilton." That's when I lift my head up and pay attention to what is said.
"Okay, done with me now." Mom looks down quickly, though an awkward smile still on her face.
"I'm sorry. Was there more to the story?" Grandma asks and I wonder what story Mom had been telling before.
"Uh, the girls have to pick a team sport to play." Mom explains, changing the subject.
"It's a requirement," Rory adds.

"Physical fitness is as important as intellectual fitness. So says Plato, and so say I." Grandpa tells us.
"What sport are you going to pick?" Grandma asks Rory.
"Well, Marnie's doing track, but I'm not sure. I'm not really the athletic type." Rory answers for both of us. Track. I had chosen track out of any other sport I could possibly choose. I mean, I sort of like soccer? But I don't know the rules, and I'd get embarrassed trying to learn them and then messing up. So I'd decided to just keep that a personal hobby. Meanwhile, track, I can run. I like to run. Sometimes, there will be days where I wake up early and leave the house just to run around the town square. I do it early, so no one sees me.

"--He could take you there on Sunday." Grandma suggests, about what, I have no idea.
"Emily..." Grandpa tries to get Grandma to stop but she continues.
"It's perfect!" The older Gilmore woman exclaimed.
"It's not something you can teach in an afternoon."

I sigh quietly to myself and continue just staring at the cake on the fancy plate infront of me.

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I speed past Mom joking with Rory as we walk out. Hopping into the car, I lean my head back against the seat in the middle that had been claimed as mine when I was 7, trying to even out my breathing before the two Gilmore girls got into the car. I hate Friday night dinners.

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I lay on my bed on my stomach (it's more comfortable that way) reading A Walk To Remember by Nicholas Sparks when the phone starts ringing. Mom is at the Inn and Rory is with Grandpa, golfing, so reluctantly I roll off my bed.
"I'm comin', I'm comin'.." I grumbled as I picked it up. "Hello?"

"Hey! This is Vivian, I'm looking for Marina Hayden?" Vivian's soft voice rings in my ears.
"Uh, yeah, it's me." I wrap an arm around myself, shifting on my feet. "Not to sound unhappy to hear from you, but how did you get this number?"
"Phone book. There weren't any Hayden's in Stars Hollow, so I moved onto Gilmore and got this number." She explained.
"Oh. Did-- um. Was there a...?" I stumble over my words as I come to terms with the fact that someone called our house phone just to talk to me.
"A reason? Yeah," Vivian lets out a small laugh. "I was wondering if you were doing anything right now? I have to watch my little sister in a bit and since I'm by myself I thought, 'Why not have some company!'" Vivian's voice is nice to listen to. "I could pick you up right now if you need me to?" She offers.

"Oh, yeah sure." I wasn't doing anything, and I guess I could use my voice today. It was beginning to feel a little dry.
"Alright, I'll be there in thirty."
"Oh-- uh, could you actually pick me up and Luke's? It's a diner, it's really close by."
"Yeah, of course. See ya 'Mar." She hangs up, and I smile at the nickname. I put the phone down and roll my neck as I walk out the door and begin the walk to Luke's.

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"Luke!" I call out for the older man as I enter the diner. He's behind the counter, trying to fix the toaster. "I'm not even gonna ask about that," I shake my head as I lean against the counter.
"You need something or did you just come here to judge me?" Luke sighed.
"If you see her, can you tell my mom I went to a friend's house and I'm not sure when I'll be back?"
"I've been upgraded from diner owner to messenger." He grumbled under his breath before nodding. "Yeah, yeah I'll tell her."
"Thanks Luke. Uh-- could I work until my friend comes to pick me up?" I raise a brow.
"Yeah, work on this toaster." He put down -- whatever he was using to fix it, and wiped his forehead.

I nod and make my way behind the counter, picking up what Luke just had in his hand and sticking it in the toaster, wiggling it around. I feel Luke looking over my shoulder so I turn my head.
"Something on my back?" I question.
"You made a friend?"
"Suprised?" I stopped 'fixing' the toaster to look at him.
"No- no, no, I just I--"
"It's fine, Luke. Yeah, I made a friend." I smiled, a genuine, actual smile, because I am happy to be friends with Vivian.
"I'm uh, proud of you." He nodded, running his hand down his face. I nodded, turning back to the toaster, my smile somehow growing wider.

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"What can I get you?" I ask, not looking up from the notepad in my hand when someone sits down at the counter.
"Yourself." I hear a familiar voice say. I look up to see Vivian, her curly hair in a half up half down style. She's wearing a sleeveless purple tank-top, small darker purple flowers along the bottom of her chest, black jeans, and a heart locket around her neck.
"Oh, hey." I greet her, putting the notepad and pen down.

"You all ready to go, or do you get off at a certain time?" She rose both her eyebrows.
"No, we can go now." I answered her, "Luke!" I call out to him, who stood a few feet away at a table, taking someone's order. "I'm gonna go," I tell him and he nods, shooing me away with his hand.

"Let's go."

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Quick chapter.. almost 1,000 reads which is insane ???? Hope you're enjoying!! I wonder what will happen while watching Vivian's little sister 🤔
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