Happy fandom swap, kirasha!
Happy fandom swap, kirasha!
Title: The Space Between
Author: happyeaster
Fandom: Gilmore Girls
Summary: Lorelai and Rory discuss college and Rory's future. Takes place between The Big One and A Tale of Poes and Fire in Season 3.
Pairings (if any): None to speak of.
Rating: PG
Warnings: If you get the Pepys reference, yes. If not, no.
"So what are you going to do with this stuff?" Lorelai Gilmore asked as she fingered her daughter's extensive collection of books.
Rory Gilmore raised her head from where she was lying on her bed and looked up at her mother quizzically. "What do you mean?"
Lorelai shrugged. "Well, now that you're a college girl ..."
"Mom," Rory said, exasperated. "I haven't left yet." Lorelai opened her mouth to respond, but Rory interrupted her. "And I haven't decided yet."
"I was thinking massive yard sale."
"Yeah, I don't think so."
"Neighborhood bonfire."
"No." Rory moved so she stood between her bookcases and her mother.
"Why not?"
"It'd pollute the environment," Rory responded matter-of-factly.
"There's my environmentally cautious girl."
"What can I say? I was raised well."
"That you were. But what's your real reason?"
"You don't believe me?"
"No, I believe you, but honey, you don't even recycle."
"Not true. I dropped my Aquafina bottle into that recycling bin at Doose's once."
"Doose's doesn't have a recycling bin."
"Oh." She glanced around the room. "Actually, I think I'm going to keep all my books."
"All of them?"
"All of them."
"Where?"
"Here. Or in my dorm."
"Your dorm, huh? Interesting."
"What?"
"What what?"
"Is there something wrong with wanting to bring my books with me to college?"
"Wrong? Hmm ... no, I don't think I ever used that word-"
"You've used it now."
"-I scarcely know what it means."
"That which is morally unjust, unfair, amiss, or improper; the opposite of right or justice; the negation of equity, goodness, or rectitude."
Lorelai gave her daughter a sidelong glance. "That you, Webster, but-"
"Oxford, actually." Rory grinned at the expression on her mother's face.
"-but," Lorelai said, emphasizing the word," what I was trying to ask was why would you presume to think that I think that something's wrong?"
"I got lost somewhere between thoughts." At Lorelai's confused look, Rory clarified. "Thinks."
"Oh."
"And 'presume to think' is redundant."
"Now I'm lost."
"Presume and think may have different connotations, but they have pretty much the same denotation, so 'presume to think' is repetitive and redundant."
"Wow. You already sound like a college student. Are you sure you want to be a Christine Amanpour? Because you'd make a heck of a William Zinnser."
"I'm just saying. Besides, you still haven't answered my question."
"Well, never having been a college student myself, I can't say for sure, but I'm relatively certain that the average dorm room doesn't have that much ... well ... room."
"It depends on the school. And the type of room."
"What about your roommate? She might mind."
"Or maybe she'll love reading and we'll swap books and stories all through freshman year." Rory smiled at her mother. "Why are you so worried? I haven't even decided which school I'm going to yet."
"I thought you already decided on Harvard," Lorelai said, frowning.
"I still want to look at the other schools before I make my final decision. Give Yale and Princeton a fighting chance."
"So it'll probably end up being Harvard."
"Probably."
"I hear the Huntzbergers are sending their only son to one of the Ivys. Maybe you'll see him there, talk it up, pick up a few major connections to 'war of all against all' world of journalism. Any little bit helps."
"That's supposing we end up going to the same school," Rory responded solemnly.
Lorelai stared at her daughter, aghast. "I wasn't being serious!"
"Neither was I." Rory laughed. "The look on your face ..."
"I don't think it's appropriate for you to laugh at me."
"You laugh at me all the time."
"That's different. I'm the mother. You're the daughter."
"Meaning ..."
"Something significant, I assure you."
"In other words, because you say so."
"Exactly."
"Now, as I was saying before you wanted me to snag up the spoiled-rotten only child of a major publishing company, I'm just saying that we have lots of time to decide what I'm going to do with all my ..." she motioned vaguely to her overflowing bookcases "... stuff."
"And eloquent too."
"What? 'Stuff'?" At Lorelai's nod, she gasped. "What? You used it too, you hypocrite!"
"Ah yes, but I'm not a college student."
"Neither am I."
"But you will be, and as such, I think it's high time you stopped using such ... juvenile language."
"Using 'stuff' hardly makes me juvenile. A.D. Hope used 'stuff.' Even Shakespeare used 'stuff,' mother dear."
"Bad examples."
"Why?"
"Hope was a little off, you must admit, and Shakespeare had his pretty wit."
"You did that on purpose."
"Did what?"
"Rhymed."
"Oh did I?" Lorelai asked airily. "I didn't notice."
"Alright, I promised Lane I'd meet her in ten minutes to talk about her Dave issues, so we'll decide what to do with my stuff," she said, emphasizing the word, "later, alright?" She kissed her mother on the cheek and headed out of the room.
"Dirty!"
"Mom!" Rory said, turning around. "You're worse than Pepys."
"Uh huh. Don't get any weird ideas about running off to be a serving wench who'll let some depraved older married man tener su cosa-"
"Mom!"
"Alright! I'm done! Go off and do nice things."
Lorelai grinned at her daughter's retreating back until she heard the door close. She glanced around the small room with a thoughtful expression before allowing herself a small smile.
"My baby's going to college."
Title: The Space Between
Author: happyeaster
Fandom: Gilmore Girls
Summary: Lorelai and Rory discuss college and Rory's future. Takes place between The Big One and A Tale of Poes and Fire in Season 3.
Pairings (if any): None to speak of.
Rating: PG
Warnings: If you get the Pepys reference, yes. If not, no.
"So what are you going to do with this stuff?" Lorelai Gilmore asked as she fingered her daughter's extensive collection of books.
Rory Gilmore raised her head from where she was lying on her bed and looked up at her mother quizzically. "What do you mean?"
Lorelai shrugged. "Well, now that you're a college girl ..."
"Mom," Rory said, exasperated. "I haven't left yet." Lorelai opened her mouth to respond, but Rory interrupted her. "And I haven't decided yet."
"I was thinking massive yard sale."
"Yeah, I don't think so."
"Neighborhood bonfire."
"No." Rory moved so she stood between her bookcases and her mother.
"Why not?"
"It'd pollute the environment," Rory responded matter-of-factly.
"There's my environmentally cautious girl."
"What can I say? I was raised well."
"That you were. But what's your real reason?"
"You don't believe me?"
"No, I believe you, but honey, you don't even recycle."
"Not true. I dropped my Aquafina bottle into that recycling bin at Doose's once."
"Doose's doesn't have a recycling bin."
"Oh." She glanced around the room. "Actually, I think I'm going to keep all my books."
"All of them?"
"All of them."
"Where?"
"Here. Or in my dorm."
"Your dorm, huh? Interesting."
"What?"
"What what?"
"Is there something wrong with wanting to bring my books with me to college?"
"Wrong? Hmm ... no, I don't think I ever used that word-"
"You've used it now."
"-I scarcely know what it means."
"That which is morally unjust, unfair, amiss, or improper; the opposite of right or justice; the negation of equity, goodness, or rectitude."
Lorelai gave her daughter a sidelong glance. "That you, Webster, but-"
"Oxford, actually." Rory grinned at the expression on her mother's face.
"-but," Lorelai said, emphasizing the word," what I was trying to ask was why would you presume to think that I think that something's wrong?"
"I got lost somewhere between thoughts." At Lorelai's confused look, Rory clarified. "Thinks."
"Oh."
"And 'presume to think' is redundant."
"Now I'm lost."
"Presume and think may have different connotations, but they have pretty much the same denotation, so 'presume to think' is repetitive and redundant."
"Wow. You already sound like a college student. Are you sure you want to be a Christine Amanpour? Because you'd make a heck of a William Zinnser."
"I'm just saying. Besides, you still haven't answered my question."
"Well, never having been a college student myself, I can't say for sure, but I'm relatively certain that the average dorm room doesn't have that much ... well ... room."
"It depends on the school. And the type of room."
"What about your roommate? She might mind."
"Or maybe she'll love reading and we'll swap books and stories all through freshman year." Rory smiled at her mother. "Why are you so worried? I haven't even decided which school I'm going to yet."
"I thought you already decided on Harvard," Lorelai said, frowning.
"I still want to look at the other schools before I make my final decision. Give Yale and Princeton a fighting chance."
"So it'll probably end up being Harvard."
"Probably."
"I hear the Huntzbergers are sending their only son to one of the Ivys. Maybe you'll see him there, talk it up, pick up a few major connections to 'war of all against all' world of journalism. Any little bit helps."
"That's supposing we end up going to the same school," Rory responded solemnly.
Lorelai stared at her daughter, aghast. "I wasn't being serious!"
"Neither was I." Rory laughed. "The look on your face ..."
"I don't think it's appropriate for you to laugh at me."
"You laugh at me all the time."
"That's different. I'm the mother. You're the daughter."
"Meaning ..."
"Something significant, I assure you."
"In other words, because you say so."
"Exactly."
"Now, as I was saying before you wanted me to snag up the spoiled-rotten only child of a major publishing company, I'm just saying that we have lots of time to decide what I'm going to do with all my ..." she motioned vaguely to her overflowing bookcases "... stuff."
"And eloquent too."
"What? 'Stuff'?" At Lorelai's nod, she gasped. "What? You used it too, you hypocrite!"
"Ah yes, but I'm not a college student."
"Neither am I."
"But you will be, and as such, I think it's high time you stopped using such ... juvenile language."
"Using 'stuff' hardly makes me juvenile. A.D. Hope used 'stuff.' Even Shakespeare used 'stuff,' mother dear."
"Bad examples."
"Why?"
"Hope was a little off, you must admit, and Shakespeare had his pretty wit."
"You did that on purpose."
"Did what?"
"Rhymed."
"Oh did I?" Lorelai asked airily. "I didn't notice."
"Alright, I promised Lane I'd meet her in ten minutes to talk about her Dave issues, so we'll decide what to do with my stuff," she said, emphasizing the word, "later, alright?" She kissed her mother on the cheek and headed out of the room.
"Dirty!"
"Mom!" Rory said, turning around. "You're worse than Pepys."
"Uh huh. Don't get any weird ideas about running off to be a serving wench who'll let some depraved older married man tener su cosa-"
"Mom!"
"Alright! I'm done! Go off and do nice things."
Lorelai grinned at her daughter's retreating back until she heard the door close. She glanced around the small room with a thoughtful expression before allowing herself a small smile.
"My baby's going to college."