A Light in the Life

Chapter 6 - Keep your phone line busy

Disclaimer: I don't own copyrights on the story or characters featured in Gilmore Girls, however I have a fertile mind and a fan orphan heart.

A/N: A short but essential chapter. I know is cheesy, but you know what they say about perfumes, right? Consider it one!

CHAPTER 6 – KEEP YOUR PHONE LINE BUSY

Crowded. Wherever I went, I was in the wrong place. I was starting to get used with the idea of never being alone anymore, and believe me, the baby was the one who threatened my individuality the least.

I remembered once being on Obama's campaign trail and seeing crowds gathering to follow their candidates with the greatest devotion I've ever seen. Being in agitated crowds had always awakened the worst senses of vertigo in me. Anxiety, the urge to flee and the need to build a silence of my own. It was funny to remember how millions of people had surrounded me, but no big crowd could be like this one — Stars Hollow.

Sometimes I wondered how a city with such a small population could be more invasive than an entire nation. Don't get me wrong, I loved Stars Hollow, but I'd like to find out where the limit of privacy was.

Luckily, one thing I learned unrelentingly; was to make my mind take off in situations of big disinterest. This was one of those moments. I watched many people with their carefully folded papers, bringing to the world their opinions about my life. It was ridiculous how much time people could waste doing pointless things.

It was like a comedy show, I couldn't decide whether to be upset or laugh at such disbelief, but since I was here, I used that time to make my own observations: Ms. Patty has lost so much weight that I could see the entrance to her clavicles. Babette had cut her bangs last week but the parched tips were still apparent. Gipsy was trying to learn how to cook, but her greasy nails make her an unwelcome culinary guest. Kirk's gray hair aged him twice as fast.

Reflecting about it whilst I was being morally lynched, I realized that we all had mean things to say, but deciding to say it would define what kind of person you wanted to be. I chose not to comment, but many people were comfortable to do it.

"RORY!" Taylor interjected on my personal insight.

"What?" I answered, bringing my consciousness back to my body.

"Are you even listening what we are saying?" Taylor confronted me, as if I were on the Doose's black list of defaulters.

I never wanted to preserve the image of the sweet girl they wanted me to be, pretending that I didn't have the same negative emotions that everyone else's.

"No, I'm not." I said, unconcerned.

Taylor's eyes widened; he never expected an answer like that coming from my angelical face. He seemed insulted by the answer. But he was lucky that I was so patient, Luke would have already swept him away from the house.

"I'm sorry, guys, but I'm tired and sleepy, I just want to take a shower and a nap, please, if you guys could leave me alone."

"Rory, we're here to help you, to make you see things with clarity, Lorelai isn't here, baby, let us help you." Ms. Patty argued, trying to convince me that I needed to be saved.

"But that's what I'm trying to say!" I exclaimed. "There's nothing you can do to help me. Yes, I'm pregnant, but It's not like I have some Ebola virus that can infect your life. So, if you excuse me, I really need to..."

"This isn't right in God's eyes" Ms. Kim interrupted, drawing my attention.

"What isn't right, Ms. Kim?" I rolled my eyes.