"Happy birthday, little girl." Lorelai whispered as she glided into her daughter's bed.
"Hi." Rory smiled as she scooted over, allowing her mother more room.
Of course the birthday story began, as it did every year. Rory listened attentively and quietly as her mother narrated the story. Rory snuggled closer and soon fell back asleep.
(A few hours later)
Rory rose quickly from bed. "Oh no!"
"What?" Lorelai asked startled as she raised up as well.
"I'm late!" Rory threw off the covers and hopped out of bed.
Lorelai glanced over at the clock. The bright red numbers read 7:00. "Sweetie, calm down. You have an hour."
Rory quickly pulled back her hair in a pony tail. "But it takes 30 minutes to get there."
"So, you have 30 minutes to get ready." Lorelai replied.
Rory stopped for a second and thought about what her mother was saying. "Okay... You're right. No need to panic. I just need to quickly get ready and hurry down to the bus stop."
"I'll make some coffee." Lore smiled as she walked out of her daughter's room.
A few minutes later Rory walked out of her room. She looked as if she had slept in her clothes. Lorelai giggled.
"Don't laugh." Rory scolded.
"Sorry." Lore snickered. "Here, have a cup of coffee"
Rory took the coffee. "I have to get going."
"Alright, Luke's after school?" Lorelai asked.
"Yep. And then party here at the house." Rory smiled.
"Fighting for the right, baby."
"Bye, mom." Rory hurried out the door to catch her bus
"Hey, Gilmore." Paris called from across the hall. "Come over here a second."
Rory let out a brief sigh. "What, Pairs?"
"You plan on trying out for the Franklin next year, correct."
"Well, then you'd better sign up."
"What are you talking about? Sing up isn't till spring." Rory replied.
"That's the dud sign up sheet." Paris remarked. "Haven't you learned by now that the most successful people complete tasks months before others?"
"O...Kay." Rory slowly remarked. "Where do I sing up?"
"Why are you helping me?" Rory suddenly decided to inquire.
"Because the Franklin has enough idiots working on it, already." Paris turned and walked way, leaving Rory with a slight grin on her face.
Lorelai giggled. "So, then I was like 'Hey, Michele can you come in here a moment please?' and he walked in with that snooty French look on his face and that only made it that much more fun. I looked at him and I said with a straight face. 'Is it true that French women don't shave under their arms?'" Lorelai's laughter burst out.
Rory sat solemn and unamused. "I don't see what's funny."
"I haven't told you yet." Lorelai replied calming down again. "So, I asked him that and he said in his little French accent 'I would not know.'" Lorelai mocked. "And I said, 'Well, what about the men?'" Lorelai's laughter burst out again.
"Mom, that's not funny." Rory replied. "In fact it's really mean."
"Yeah, but I called Michele gay." Lorelai smiled brightly.
"I know. That's the mean part."
"Ugh, you're not cool anymore." Lore teased.
"What can I say? I'm sixteen now, someone has to be the mature one."
Luke walked over and handed Rory a cheese burger with a candle sticking out of the bun. "There you go." he said proudly.
Rory gazed at the burger. "What is that?"
"It's a burger." Luke replied.
"With a candle in it." Lorelai added.
"It's a birthday burger." Luke cleared. "I didn't have time to bake a cake today."
"Well, we're having a party at the house later this evening, there'll be cake there." Rory smiled.
"Yeah, I know. I just wanted to do something a little extra." Luke cleared his throat. "So... enjoy." he patted Rory on the head and walked back towards the bar.
"Did Luke just pat your head?" Lorelai snickered. "That's great." she sat beaming with amusement. "He should have thrown in a 'Good girl.' and a doggie treat."
"He's just trying to be nice." Rory defended.
"I know. Blow out your burger birthday girl."