To Each Her Own

By Steph

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.

Backstory of sorts: My favorite GG characters are townies. My favorite scenes on GG are townie-related. And since my last two fics also had elements about these two characters, I realize that I must now admit to being a full-fledged A/G shipper. Between her reading his mail and the fender bender reenactment scenes, I think that something is going on between those two. I have found out that to some extent I am not alone. I find a lot of comfort in that. This is a (for now) two part fic. The second part is already written and will be up in a couple of days. Some of the ideas came from some very talented and supportive people at TWoP. Thank you for letting me take your ideas and run with them. Now all we need is a ship name.

Summary: Bad dates, makeovers, town meetings and advice from Lorelai…there's just something oddly endearing about a (third-string) townie with a crush.


Part 1

Lorelai walked determinedly toward the town square where Miss Patty and Babette were standing.

She had been wanting to ask Miss Patty something all day and now she was finally going to have her chance.

"Hey, Patty," Lorelai called cheerfully. "Hey, Babette."

"Hey, sugar," Babette warbled before she turned away. Miss Patty and Babette were both looking straight ahead. No, staring straight ahead. Lorelai looked in the same direction. She didn't see anything.

"What's so interesting?" she asked.

"Will," Babette and Patty chorused, practically swooning.

"Who?"

They pointed out a man, maybe in his late thirties. Tall, dark hair, very good looking.

"He's only been in town for a few days," Babette said. "And he's gorgeous. Gorgeous!"

"He's a banker too. And he drives a Jaguar!" Patty chorused.

Lorelai laughed. "Sounds like quite a catch. Is it time for a new husband, Patty?"

Patty waved her hand dramatically. "He's not interested. Believe me, I've tried."

"Is he married?" Lorelai asked.

"Nope," Patty said. "No girlfriend either."

"All these girls are just throwing themselves at him," Babette said, shaking her head.

"He just doesn't seem interested in any of them," Patty said. "The only woman I've seen him talking to is Gypsy. They were deep in conversation a few seconds ago."

"Huh," Lorelai said. "The Jag giving him problems?"

"Shush," Babette said. "There they are again."

The three of them watched as Gypsy walked back over to him. Will and Gypsy talked for a little bit before Will pulled out his cell phone.

"She's giving him her number!" Babette shrieked loudly.

"Good for her," Lorelai said.

"I think he's asking her out," Patty said a few seconds later.

They watched Will grin at Gypsy (and he had a slow, sexy smile, they all had to admit) before walking away.

"Only one way to find out," Patty said. "Come on."

The three of them walked over to where Gypsy was standing. Miss Patty clutched at Gypsy's arm.

"Tell me everything."

"Everything?" Gypsy asked looking alarmed.

"About the dish!" Babette said. "You gave him your number!"

"Sure," Gypsy said. "He's having car problems."

Patty and Babette looked skeptical. Lorelai smirked. "Liar."

Gypsy shrugged. "Okay. I'm lying. He asked me out for this weekend."

Patty gasped. Babette grabbed Gypsy in a tight, uncomfortable looking hug. "Oh congratulations, sweetie. Where's he taking you?"

"I don't know for sure," Gypsy said disentangling herself from Babette. "He mentioned Au Printemps."

"That's fancy," Miss Patty said. "French."

"I figured," Gypsy said dryly.

"What are you wearing?" Babette asked. "You need something really girly."

"Yeah," Gypsy said. "I'll have to go to the mall and find something."

Patty nudged Lorelai. Actually, she almost shoved her. "You've got such wonderful style. You should take her shopping and help her pick something out."

"Well…"

"It's okay," Gypsy said quickly. "I'll just go after work and find something."

"Oh you two will have so much fun," Babette exclaimed. "I would love to go too."

"Well, let's go then," Patty said. "The four of us will go tonight and we'll find something."

Lorelai looked over at Gypsy. She didn't look too enthused about the whole idea. Lorelai could sympathize; she wasn't too enthused about going shopping with Patty and Babette either. And although she had nothing against Gypsy, the two of them had never been close, never socialized or anything.

But still shopping was shopping. And she would definitely be able to steer Gypsy away from some of the wilder suggestions Patty and Babette might go for.

"Sure," she said. "Tonight's fine with me."


After two hours of dress shopping, Lorelai was impatient, Babette and Patty were frustrated and Gypsy…

Well, Gypsy was a little irritated. Nothing was really looking good on her. Which was unfortunate because Will was handsome and he actually seemed to like her.

And how long had it been since a handsome man had liked her?

Lorelai handed her another dress. "Try this one on," she commanded.

"Last one," she told her. "If this doesn't look good, I'm saying to hell with it and wearing a pair of overalls."

Lorelai grinned. "I'll call your bluff. Trust me, this one's the one."

Inside the small dressing room, Gypsy again disrobed and put on the dress. It was red and sleeveless. Just above the knee. Not bad, she had to admit.

Not bad at all.

"What's taking so long?" Babette said.

She opened the door. No one said anything. Which sucked, because Gypsy kind of liked this one.

She sighed. "I'll go change."

"Don't you dare," Patty said. She stood up from her folding chair. "Turn around."

Feeling like an idiot, she obliged.

"You look wonderful, honey," Babette said.

Gypsy turned to Lorelai, who had been her harshest critic all night. Say you like this, she prayed, so I can go home.

"I think you should buy this. The dress looks great…" Lorelai began.

"But..?"

"The ponytails aren't doing the dress any favors. What does your hair look like down?"

"Not great," Gypsy admitted. "Especially when it's been in ponytails all day."

"Let me see what it looks like down."

She frowned, but figured the sooner she did this, the sooner she could leave.

"It's an improvement," Lorelai said. "Do you ever curl your hair?"

She shook her head. "Not really. I don't own a curling iron."

"I do," Lorelai said. "Why don't I come over before your date and do you hair? I'll bring Sookie and we can do your makeup too. How does that sound?"

"Like a great idea," Miss Patty interrupted.

"Definitely," Babette said. "She's a wonder with the hair and makeup. Don't even think about turning down her offer."

"Okay," she said reluctantly.

She hoped it wouldn't be that humiliating.


"Bye," Sookie called to her husband. "We'll be back soon."

"Back in time for the town meeting," Lorelai promised.

"Where are you going?" Jackson asked.

"To Gypsy's," Lorelai said.

"Something wrong with the car? Cause I could fix it."

"Oh, honey," Sookie said. "That's sweet, but no you couldn't."

"We're going to play dress-up," Lorelai said. "Help her get ready for her date."

"Who's she going out with?"

"Will," Sookie said. "The hot new bachelor in town."

"Really?" he asked. "Huh. And I always thought she had a thing for…" He stopped mid-sentence.

"Who?" Lorelai and Sookie asked in unison.

Just then Davey started crying. "I'll get him," he volunteered. "Have fun."

"Who was he talking about?" Lorelai asked Sookie when they walked over to Gypsy's.

"Beats me. So we have everything?"

"Makeup, hair stuff, curling iron. We have everything."

"Good," Sookie said. "Let the makeover-ing begin."


"Wow," Gypsy said looking at the huge amount of cosmetics spread out in her bathroom. "That's a lot of makeup."

"Well, you won't be wearing all of it," Lorelai said reassuringly.

"I know," she said. Then she sighed. "You know I do wear makeup. And I do dress nicely occasionally. I mean I don't dress up for work of course, but I do know how to do these things for myself."

"I know," Lorelai said. "I wasn't saying that you didn't."

"Sometimes it's nice to have someone do your hair and makeup for you on a big date," Sookie said. "Lorelai did the same thing for me when I had my first date with Jackson."

"Really?" Gypsy asked, sounding somewhat hopeful.

"Yep," Lorelai said. "And now they're married. Trust me," she said picking up a makeup brush. "I know what I'm doing."


Crap. This was the third time this week his car wouldn't start.

He sat inside the car and put the key into the ignition again. The car made an odd, screechy sound.

That was not a good sign.

And he had to do errands tomorrow. Out-of-town errands. He really needed his car working.

He got out of his car and began the four block walk to Gypsy's.


"So, what's left?" Sookie asked.

"Let's see," Lorelai said looking at Gypsy. "We have the makeup done, the hair curled…"

"The dress on," Gypsy volunteered.

"The dress on," Lorelai agreed.

The doorbell rang.

"He's early," Sookie said. "Really early."

"Go down," Lorelai said. "I need to finish spraying her hair."

"More spray?" Gypsy asked skeptically.

"I'll entertain him," Sookie said, grinning.


Sookie walked downstairs. She hadn't met Will yet, but had heard wonderful things about him.

Well, wonderful things about his looks.

Hey she was married, not dead. She could still look.

She opened the door and saw…

Andrew?

"Andrew?" she asked surprised.

"Sookie?" he asked just as surprised.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

"She's ready," Lorelai called walking over. She looked at Andrew in shock. "What are you doing here?"

"I had a car question," he said. What was so awful about that?

"You had a car question?" Lorelai repeated.

"You had a car question tonight?" Sookie asked.

"Yes," he said. "Is Gypsy even here?" Should he be getting worried?

Lorelai and Sookie met each other's eyes. "Yes, she's here."

"Well," he said. "Can I talk to her?"

"Talk to who?" he heard another voice say. Gypsy. Finally.

"What are you doing here?" she asked sounding surprised.

"He had a car question," Lorelai answered.

He was actually grateful for Lorelai answering for him, because he suddenly forgot what he was going to ask her. Some part of him knew that he shouldn't be staring at her like that, knew that it wasn't polite, but she looked so different.

Her hair wasn't in the usual ponytails, but it was down and curly. And she was wearing makeup.

And a red dress with heels. Any second now, he would stop staring. Any second now.

"Hey you know what?" Sookie said. "Andrew's a guy."

He broke out of his reverie for a second. "Yes," he confirmed.

"So we should get a guy's opinion on how she looks," Sookie said.

"Way to put him on the spot," Lorelai said.

"Way to put me on the spot," Gypsy muttered.

"Well, how about this," Sookie suggested. "We'll leave now. Andrew can ask her his car question and then he'll leave. And you'll still have plenty of time."

"Okay," Gypsy said. "Thanks for all this."

"You're welcome. We'll want to hear everything."

Once they had left, Gypsy turned to Andrew and smirked. "So you didn't get the chance to answer. How do I look? Overdressed, silly, clownish…?"

"Hot," he said, before he could stop himself.

She looked at him strangely before smiling, looking a little embarrassed. He felt pretty foolish himself.

"Sorry," he said quickly. "That was probably inappropriate."

"No, that was nice," she said. "Now what was your car question?"

He didn't remember. He stared at her dumbly for a second before lowering his eyes. To her legs.

He shouldn't be looking. Inappropriate.

He raised his eyes slightly. Very slightly.

Shit. Cleavage. Something he really shouldn't be looking at.

Doubly inappropriate.

"Okay," she said sounding amused. He met her eyes guiltily. "Now that we have our eyes in the right place…"

"Sorry," he mumbled. And he was.

"I'll ask you again. Car question. Yes or no? I'm in a hurry. He'll be here in a few minutes."

Of course she was going on a date. Why else would she be all dressed up? He should have expected that. Still the idea left him with an unexpectedly bitter taste in his mouth.

"Who are you going out with?" he asked.

"His name's Will," she said. "He's fairly new to the area."

"Oh."

"Do you know him?"

"No," he said frowning. Then he stopped. What was wrong with him? Was he jealous? Why would he be jealous?

"Well, now we have that out of the way, do you have a car question or not? Cause I'm really in a hurry."

"I'll be quick," he said. Very quickly, he described what was going on. She tilted her head and gave him a suggestion.

"Thanks," he said. "I'll try that."

"Okay," she said. "If it doesn't work, give me a call tomorrow and I'll take a look at it."

"Thanks," he repeated. He walked outside.

"Hey," he said. "Have a good time."

She grinned at him. "I will," she said confidently.


Forty-five minutes later, sitting in the oh-so-romantic French restaurant, she realized that she was not in fact having a good time. She was having a horrible time.

Will was kind of a jerk.

And she couldn't wait to go home.


Once home, she took off her dress and shoes and changed into jeans and a sweater. It was still early and she felt restless.

She decided to walk to the town meeting.


"Ow," Lorelai said glaring at Sookie. "Why did you pinch me?"

"Look," Sookie said. "Gypsy's here."

"Here?" Lorelai asked turning around in her seat. "That must have been quite a date."

"Poor thing," Sookie said. "Does she looked distressed?"

Lorelai turned around to get a better view. She wasn't wearing the dress anymore, but her hair was still curly and ponytail-less and it looked like a lot of the makeup was still on. She didn't, however, look distressed.

"She looks okay," Lorelai said. "We'll talk to her after the meeting."


"No big story," Gypsy said. "He was just kind of a jerk."

"So I guess there's no second date?" Sookie asked sounding disappointed.

"Nope," Gypsy said. "It's okay though. I'm okay. Really."

"Well you did look great tonight," Lorelai said. "If it's any consolation."

"It is," she said. "Sort of."


"Have you met my girlfriend? This is Lulu, my girlfriend. Lulu, this is Andrew," Kirk said.

"I've met her several times already, Kirk. Hey, Lulu. How's it going?"

"Fine thanks," she said smiling. "Good turnout tonight."

"I guess," he said distractedly. He had a lot on his mind. Car problems. A bizarre lingering feeling of jealousy. Car problems were much easier to deal with. "Hey, you two don't know anything about cars, do you? I'm having car trouble."

"Nope," Lulu said. "Sorry."

"You should just ask Gypsy," Kirk volunteered. "She's right there talking to Sookie and Jackson."

He turned, surprised. Kirk was right.

"Wow, her hair looks great," Lulu said. "Did she have a date?"

"Yes," Kirk said solemnly. "With Will. That new guy."

"Do you know him?" Andrew asked, trying to keep his voice casual.

"He's really handsome," Lulu said. "Looks like he should he on the cover of some magazine."

Kirk frowned. Lulu patted his arm.

"Oh," Andrew said. For some reason, he really didn't like hearing that about Will.

"Don't be jealous. You are far superior to him," Lulu said.

He met her eyes shocked at both her realizing that he was jealous and the bizarrely intimate tone of her compliment, before he realized that she was talking to Kirk.

Of course.

He really needed to get home.


She was talking to Sookie and Jackson when she felt someone's eyes on her.

Oh. Three pairs. Andrew, Kirk and Lulu were all staring.

Great. She knew she should have washed off a few layers of the makeup.

She gave the three of them a phony Miss America style wave. They all innocently waved back.

Maybe she should give them all the finger.

She said goodbye to Sookie and Jackson about the time Andrew was saying goodbye to Kirk and Lulu. She walked over to him.

"How's the car?"

"I think it may be a hopeless case," he said.

"Maybe, maybe not," she said. "I'll come by tomorrow and take a look at it."

"Great," he said. "I'd appreciate that."


He didn't quite know how it happened, but he ended up walking her home. He didn't want to pry, but a part of him had to ask.

"So how was your date?"

She sighed. "I think the fact that I showed up at the town meeting is a good indication of how the date went."

"Sorry," he said. And he was. Sort of.

"He was a jerk," she said. "He seemed so nice and normal before. But one of the first things he told me on the date was that he had never met a 'girl mechanic' before. That's what he called me. A 'girl mechanic.' So that should have been the first sign that he was a prick. Then he told me he doesn't think it's classy for girls…and he used the term 'girl' again…to have tattoos. And I have one."

He coughed. "You have a tattoo?" he asked, trying not to sound too interested.

"A little one. On my ankle. The dress I was wearing showed it off and apparently he didn't approve.

"And then," she continued, "he started talking about his car. His Jaguar. He's very proud of his Jag and very very proud of himself for having one. So proud that he felt the need to recite facts and statistics about his car, forgetting momentarily that I was a 'girl mechanic' and knew more about cars than he did. So when he got some of his facts wrong, I told him. He really didn't like that."

"So I'm guessing you won't be seeing him again."

What was with him today? Why was he so happy that her date had ended so badly?

She grinned. "Good guess."


And then they were at her house.

She looked up at him.

She knew it was strange, but she had always had a bit of a crush on Andrew. She didn't know why.

Admittedly it had never been a huge weight on her mind. She had had dates, boyfriends, and she knew that he had had girlfriends.

Like that Liam Neeson-loving dance partner of his.

Man, she had always hated that bitch.

She guessed that part of the reason she had never done anything, never made a move was because he had never given any indication he had ever felt the same way.

So she kind of ignored her stupid little crush and hoped it would go away on its own.

But tonight it was weird. Tonight he was weird.

Tonight he was staring at her, staring and ogling and telling her she looked hot.

That was weird.

And he had walked her home and he asked about her date and he had smiled and looked almost relieved when she told him that she wouldn't be seeing Will again.

He wasn't jealous, was he?

Nope, she told herself. Of course not.

He was so shocked at seeing her dressed up that he stared, he was a gentleman so he walked her home, he was her friend so he was interested in how her date went.

She looked up at him and wondered what it would take for him to kiss her. Wondered what he would do if she kissed him. She swallowed.

"I should get going," he said abruptly, leaving her to wonder if he had somehow guessed her thoughts.

"Okay," she said, disappointed. "Thanks for walking me home."

"No problem," he told her.

"I'll come by tomorrow," she promised again. "And look at your car."

"Great," he said. "Thanks."

She watched him leave and then went inside.

To be continued…