Gilmore Girls 2

Chapter 27: Get Out

Chapter 27: Get Out

Luke's P.O.V.

I for a moment think that I'm still sleeping when I hear Lorelai say what she just did. But the hopeful and worried expression on her face tells me this is actually reality. 

"W-What?" I ask, still unsure.

"I want to have more kids. What do you think?"

"We aren't even officially married yet." I say, gently.

"I know, but you want kids and so do I."

"When did I tell you I wanted kids?"

"When you bought the Twincam house. Remember?" her tone in unreadable but my eyes widen in realization as I recall what she's referring to. "Do you not want kids anymore?" 

"I do. But I thought you wanted wait because you weren't positive."

"Well now I am."

"And you're sure you don't want to do this after we get married?" 

"I want a baby." she replies, smiling at herself in the most beautiful way.

"Okay, we'll have a baby." I smile back and her grin grows.

Rory's P.O.V. 

I get back to my hotel and thank Jess quietly as I walk to my room. I slump onto my bed with the burning urge to sleep forever. 

"Hey girlie, what a night last night." I hear Stacy tell me.

"How'd you get in here?" I ask, my eyes still closed as I lay.

"Bobby pin. I wanted to be here when you arrived so I could see if you were okay?" she explains and I simply grunt in response. 

Why do I keep making myself feel like this if I know I hate it. Didn't my spring break with Paris teach me anything?

"So...how are you?" she asks, her high pitched voice stinging my head.

"I'm alive." I can feel her smile at my response. "How are you?"

"I'm great, thanks for asking! So do you want to tell me about that super cute hottie that saved you last night."

Suddenly my headache increases and I groan at her request, too lazy to want to do anything but sleep. "He's Jess, you met him before."

"Oh that's right! He is such eye candy." she sighs and I chuckle slightly.

"You want to have him?"

"No way, I want to see how this love situation unfolds."

"Is this like a game to you?"

"More like an intriguing TV show."

"Well I'm glad my life amuses you." I say sarcastically.

"You ready for work?" she changes the subject to one that I've been avoiding thinking of.

"Do we have to do a lot today?" I ask.

"We have that interview with the president." I instantly jolt up, pain surging to my head like a wave of hammers. 

"What?!" I gasp, shooting towards my closet to change and get ready. "I'm going to be so horrible!!! I can't give an interview in this condition!!! Why would you do that to me last night if you knew we had this big day today?! I thought it was tomorrow!!! You're going to get me fired and ruin this amazing opportunity for both of us!!! And then the papers I want to work for will ask why I left this tour before it was complete and I'm going to have to explain that I failed an interview because I was ridiculously hungover and then they won't hire me!!! So then I won't be able to work so I'll either have to resort to writing books and hoping one makes somewhat of a hit on the New York Times Bestsellers which it probably won't because that is a rarity and I clearly don't have good luck. Or I would have to change my career. A career I've wanted to do since I could talk. And that's not an exaggeration. I'll have to go back through college which is expensive and I don't have the money for and I can't ask my family for that again, especially given the reason I'm switching careers. So I'll either have to go to some cheap college or I'll be drowned in student loans. If I choose the student loans route I would have to find a high paying job so that I could repay those. Which means I'd have to become like a doctor or something! I can't be a doctor! I don't want to be like Paris. Oh god. Paris was right. She was right when she told me to take all of those other classes and participate in those things like belly dancing and law discussing. She was right. I laughed at her before but she was right. I should have listened to her. I should have known my dream would never turn out to the way I wanted. I can't believe it all went down the drain in one night. I suppose this means it was never meant to be. I was never meant to be a writer. Or I was and I was just being a complete idiot and throwing my life away. God I hate myself. This is so-"

"Rory." Stacy cuts off my rant and I breathe heavily, clearly out of breath.

"What?"

"The interview is tomorrow."

The smirk on her face makes me want to slap her. Something I've never wanted to do in my entire life. I'm not sure if I actually dislike her or am just extremely angry at the trick she just pulled that sent me into a fit of panic.

"Get out." is all I say and she seems surprised but the smile doesn't leave her face as she exits.

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