Harley looks just like Alexis Bledel just with shoulder length curly hair.

Rory and Harley walked into Luke's and sat down at the table their mother, Lorelai, was sitting at with her coffee. "Hey, it's freezing," Rory said.

"What do you need? Hot tea, coffee?" Lorelai asked.

"Lip gloss," Rory answered.

Lorelei reached into her purse and pulled out her makeup bag. "I have vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, and toasted marshmallow."

"Anything in there not resembling a breakfast cereal?" Rory asked.

"Yes. It has no smell, but it changes colors with your mood," she said as she showed them yet another makeup bag.

"RuPaul doesn't need this much makeup," Rory said.

"You're crabby," Lorelai stated.

"I'm sorry. I lost my Macy Gray CD, and I need caffeine."

"Make that two of us," Harley said tiredly. "I'll take the vanilla."

Lorelai smiled at her youngest daughter and passed it to her. "I have your CD." She pulled it out of her bag and passed it over.


"Sorry, and I will get you both some coffee," she said before grabbing their cups and going over to Luke's.

A guy came over to the twins and started flirting with the two of them. "I've never been through here before," the guy said.

Lorelai joined them at the table again. "You have, too," she said to the guy.

"Hi," he greeted.

"Oh, hi. You really like my table, don't you?"

"I was just…"

"Getting to know my daughters."

"Are you our new daddy?" Harley asked in a little kid voice.

"Wow. You don't look old enough to have two daughters. No, I mean it. And you two don't look like daughters," he stated.

"That's possibly very sweet of you. Thanks."

"So, daughters." Lorelai nodded. "You know, I am traveling with friends."

"They're sixteen."


"Drive safe." The three guys exited Luke's quickly. Lorelai laughed with her daughters.

Later that day

Rory and Harley walked into the Independence Inn and found their mother behind the front desk on the phone. She kissed them both. Rory went behind the counter. "What is your offspring doing?" Michel asked.

"I need stamps. Can I have these?" Rory asked as she showed the stamps.

"No," Michel said.

"Take them," Lorelai answered. "What's with the muumuu?" Lorelei gestured to Rory's sweater.


"I'm just saying. You couldn't find one made of metal, in case anyone has x-ray eyes? Why don't you wear a sweater like Harley's," she said motioning towards the tight blue sweater her other daughter was wearing.

"Agreed. And you can't borrow it," Harley pointed to her mother.

"And now we say goodbye."

"I'll just steal it from you when your out of the house. Have Michel look at your French papers before you go."

"Excuse me?" the French man asked.

"That would be great."


"Come one, Michel. We'll tell all the ladies what a stud you are," Rory bribed.

"I believe that memo has already been sent."

"Oh please, Michel. Pretty please with sucre on top? I will stop talking like this."

"Leave it. I'll look at it if I get a chance," Michel said annoyed.

"It's due tomorrow. And pay special attention to the grammar," Rory pointed out before placing her paper in front of him.

"Thanks Michel. You're the best," Harley added with a wink placing hers with Rory's.

"That I already know."

Rory and Harley left and met up with Lane in the town square. The trio started heading to school. "When are you gonna let your parents know that you listen to the evil rock music? You're an American teenager, for God's sake," Rory said to her friend while she put a shirt her mother wouldn't approve on over her long sleeved shirt.

"Guys, if my parents still get upset over the obscene portion size of American food I seriously doubt I'm going to make any inroads with Eminem. I have to go to that," Lane said pointing to the teen hayride sign beside them.

"The hayride? You're kidding," Harley asked.

"My parents set me up with the son of a business associate. He's gonna be a doctor."

"How old is he?" Rory asked.

"Sixteen," Lane said.

"So he's gonna be a doctor in a hundred years," laughed Harley.

"My parents like to plan ahead," Lane said.

"You have to go to the hayride with him?" Rory asked.

"And his older brother," she added.

"Oh, now you're kidding," Rory and Harley said at the same time.

"Koreans never joke about future doctors. So I guess you guys aren't going?"

"No. We're still fuzzy on what's fun about sitting in the cold for two hours with a bundle of sticks up your butt," Rory answered for the both of them.

"Don't expect me to clear it up for you."

"Hey is doctor boy at least cute?" Harley wondered.

"No idea I haven't met him yet," Lane answered with a shrug and with that the trio entered the school.

In the classroom

"For those of you who have not finished the final chapters of Huckleberry Finn you may use this time to do so. For those of you who have, you can start on your essay now. Whichever task you choose, do it silently," the teacher announced.

Both Rory and Harley started their essays having finished reading the book a couple days ago.

After school, entering Kim's Antiques

"Mom we're home," Lane called out. "Did you hear something?"

"I'm not sure," Rory answered.

"Mom, are you here?" Lane asked.

"We're open. Everything's half off," Mrs. Kim called back.

"We have contact," Harley said with a grin.



The trio started walking around the store.



"Mom, where are you?"

"Lane, where are you?"

"Back here."

"Over here."

"It's like playing marco polo," Harley said to the girls.

"I think she's that way," Rory pointed.

"Are we closer?" Lane asked.

"I'm by the table."

"She's kidding, right?" Rory asked.

"Look, we'll meet you in the kitchen.


"The kitchen!" both Rory and Harley said exasperated.

"Who's that?"

"It's Rory and Harley, mom."


"I could hear the disappointment from here."

"Come on. Stop it."

"It sucks that after all these years your mom still hates us," Rory said.

"She doesn't hate you."

"She hate our mother," the twins said together.

"She doesn't trust unmarried women."

"You're unmarried," pointed out Harley.

"I'm hayriding with a future proctologist. I have potential," Lane said.

"Go upstairs. Tea is ready. I have muffins. No dairy, no sugar, no wheat. You have to soak them in tea to make them soft enough to bite but they're very healthy. So, how was school?" Mrs. Kim said to Lane. "None of the girls get pregnant, drop out?"

"Not that we know of," Lane answered with a straight face.

"Though come to think of it, Joanna Posner was glowing a little," Rory joked.

"What?" Mrs. Kim's head snapped up.

"Nothing, mama. She's just kidding."

"Boys don't like funny girls."

"Noted," both Gilmore's answered.

A customer called out. "We're here. We're coming. Have the muffins made from sprouted wheat. Only good 24 hour," Mrs. Kim said walking away from them.

Later at in the Indepedence Inn's kitchen

Rory and Harley walked in the kitchen seeing their mother giggling with her friend Sookie. "You're happy," Rory stated.

"Did you do something slutty?" asked Harley.

"I'm not that happy. Here," Lorelai said handing over bags to both girls.

"What's going on?" Rory asked.

"Open it," Lorelai urged.

Both opened their bags and pulled out a plaid skirt. "We're gonna be in a Britany Spears video?" Rory asked.

"You're going to Chilton! Sorry," Sookie blurted out excitedly.

"Mom?" both girls asked.

"You did it, babes. You got in," Lorelai said showing them the letters.

"How did this happen? You didn't with the principal, did you?" Harley asked.

"No. That was a joke," Lorelai insisted. "They have two open spots. You're gonna start on Monday."

"Really?" both girls asked.

"Really," Lorelai confirmed.

"I don't believe this. My God, we're going to Chilton?" Rory said hugging both their mom and Sookie. "Sookie, we're going to Chilton!"

Harley followed suit and hugged them both as well. "I'll make cookies. Protestants love oatmeal," Sookie said.

"I have to call Lane. I love you," Rory hugged Lorelai again before heading out front.

"I love you," Lorelai said back.

"I'll get my uniform on and give you a hand in here Sookie," Harley said heading to the staff room.

Later that night

Rory and Harley put on their Chilton skirts and came out on the front porch. "Mom, so what do you thing?" Rory asked.

"Wow, it makes you guys look smart," Sookie answered.

"Okay, no more wine for you. Mom?" asked Harley.

"You guys look like you were swallowed by a kilt."

"Fine, you could hem it. A little, only a little," Rory said.

"Ok, or I could hem it a lot," Lorelai said.

"No, I don't want it to be too short," Rory protested.

"Go to town on mine, mom," Harley said with a laugh.

"That's my girl," Lorelai said smirking at her daughter.

"I can't believe tomorrow's our last day at Stars Hollow High," Rory said.

"I know," Lorelai agreed.

"Today I was so excited, I dressed for gym," Rory said.

"You're kidding!" Lorelai exclaimed.

"And I played volleyball," Rory continued.

"With other people?" Lorelai asked as she crouched to work on Rory's skirt.

"And I learned all this time I was avoiding group sports was very smart, because I suck at them," Rory stated.

"It was hilarious by the way. You would have laughed," Harley added with a chuckle.

"You got that from me. Harls got her skills from Chris," Lorelai stated.

"Where's your pate?" asked Sookie.

"At Zsa Zsa Gabor's house," Lorelai stated confused.

"Right. I'm going to the store, because you have nothing. Do you feel like duck?" Sookie asked.

"If it's made with chicken, absolutely," Lorelai answered.

"I'll be back," she called as she left.

"Bye. All right, this will give you an idea. Go see how you like it," Lorelai said.

"Okay. I love being a private school girl," Rory said as she left.

Lorelai knelt in front of Harley next and pinned up her skirt. Her's wasn't as long as Rory's. It went to about her mid-thigh. Harley nodded that she liked it and ran to her room to change.

Next day at school

Rory and Harley were cleaning out their lockers into boxes. "And we'll have uniforms," Rory told Lane. "No more people checking you out to see what you're wearing 'cause everyone's dressed alike in boring clothes, just there to learn."

"Okay, there's academic-minded and then there's Amish," Lane said.

"Funny," Rory said.

"Thank you," Lane replied.

"I don't think it's gonna be like that Ror. I mean come on most of the kids we'll be going to school with are rich kids."

"Yeah, but they have to maintain their academics to stay there so it won't be a big deal," Rory assured her little sister.

"I told my mom you guys are changing schools," Lane said.

"Was she thrilled?" Rory asked.

"The party's on Friday. I got to go. I have to have a pre-hayride sup of tea with a future doctor," Lane said full of fake excitement. "How do I look, Korean?"

"Spitting image. Let me walk you. Gotta get to the inn for my shift," Harley said to Lane.

"Good. Bye Rory."

"Bye," Rory replied.

Harley just waved to her sister as she left.

At the diner later that night.

Lorelai and Rory were both picking at their salads while Harley actually ate hers. "You were late getting home tonight," Lorelai said to Rory.

"Yeah, I went to the library," Rory informed her.

"Oh. We're having dinner with the grandparents tomorrow night," Lorelai said.

"We are? But it's September," Rory said confused.

"So?" Lorelai asked.

"So what holiday is in September?" asked Harley.

"Look, it's not a holiday thing. It's just dinner, okay?" Lorelai answered.

"Fine. Sorry," both girls said.

Luke walked over and delivered their plates. "Red meat can kill you. Enjoy," Luke said before walking away.

"I finished hemming your skirts today," Lorelai said.

"Thanks mom," Harley replied.

"Your welcome sweets," Lorelai said. To Rory she said, "A grunt of acknowledgement might be nice."

"I don't understand. Why are we going to dinner tomorrow night? I mean. What if I had plans? You didn't even ask me," Rory said moodily.

"If you had plans, I'd have known," Lorelai said.

"How?" wondered Rory.

"Well, you would've told me," Lorelai stated simply.

"I don't tell you everything. I have my own things."

"Fine, you have things."

"That's right. I have things."

"Hey, I had dibs on being the bitch tonight," Lorelai joked.

"Just tonight?" Rory muttered.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Lorelai wondered.

"I'm not sure I want to go to Chilton," Rory stated.


"The timing is just really bad," Rory said.

"The timing is bad?"

"And the bus ride to and from Hartford, it's like 30 minutes each way."

"I can't believe what I'm hearing," Lorelai said.

"Plus I don't think we should be spending that money right now. I mean, I know Chilton's got to be costing you a lot," Rory said.

"You've got no idea," Lorelai replied.

"All of your money should be going into buying an inn with Sookie."

"What about college? What about Harvard?" Lorelai wondered.

"We don't know I can't get into Harvard if I stay where I am," Rory stated.

"Okay, enough of the crazy talk, okay? I appreciate your concern, but I have this covered," Lorelai told her.

"I still don't want to go," Rory insisted.


"Because I don't."

"I have to get out of here," Lorelai said getting up to leave.

"We have to pay first," Rory said.

Lorelei came back and put money on the table. Rory and Lorelai left leaving Harley at the table. She shrugged and continued eating. When she was done she slowly walked home knowing that Rory and her mom were arguing and didn't want to be involved.

At the house.

Harley walked into the house and saw her mom coming out of Rory's room. "It's about a boy."

Harley smiled and flicked on the radio. She sat on the couch with her mom and listened to the radio for a bit, then she headed downstairs to her room to paint for a bit.

Next day at the Independence Inn.

Michel and Harley walked into the kitchen. "You told me to tell you when your daughters arrived. They're here and one is sitting in my chair," Michel said.

"Hold on just a minute," Lorelai said to Sookie. "Hey sweets." She kissed Harley on the cheek and went out to Rory.

Michel looked to where the burnt stove was. "And you are the one left standing. Life is a funny thing, no?"

Sookie looked at him with no amusment. Harley laughed, and put on her chef's jacket.

That night. The Gilmore's mansion

The three of them stood at the front door. "So, do we go in or do we just stand here reenacting The Little Match Girl?" Rory said clearly still in her bad mood.

Lorelai shook her head and faced Rory. "Look, I know we're having a thing here, and I know you hate me but I need you to be civil, at least through dinner and then on the way home you can pull a Menendez. Deal?"

"Fine," Rory agreed.

Lorelai rang the door bell and Emily, their grandmother answered.

"Hey, Grandma," the twins greeted.

"You're right on time," she said.

"Yeah, no traffic at all," Lorelai told her.

"I can't tell you what a treat it is to have you girls here," Emily added.

"Oh, well. We're excited, too," Lorelai said.

"Is that a collector's cup, or can I throw it away for you?" Emily said pointing to Lorelai's to go cup.

Lorelai went to throw it out. "In the kitchen, please," Emily added.

"Sorry," Lorelai apologized.

"So, I want to hear all about Chilton," Emily said taking Rory and Harley's hands.

"We haven't actually started yet," Rory told her.

"Richard, look who's here," Emily said entering the sitting room.

"Rory. Harley. You're tall," Richard stated.

"I guess," both girls answered.

"What's your height?" he wondered.

"5'7," both girls answered.

"That's tall. They're tall," he said to Emily.

"Hi dad," Lorelai greeted.

"Lorelai, your daugthers are tall."

"I know. It's freakish," she replied. "We're thinking of having them studied at MIT."

"Champagne, anyone?" Emily asked.

"Oh, That's fancy," Lorelai said.

Everyone took a glass. "It's not every day I have my girls here for dinner on a day the banks are open. A toast: to Rory and Harley entering Chilton, and an exciting new phase in her life," Emily toasted.

"Hear, hear," Richard said.

"Well, let's sit, everyone," Emily said. Rory sat next to Richard, Harley sat in a chair, and Lorelai sat next to Emily. "This is just wonderful. An education is the most important thing in the world, next to family."

"And pie," added Lorelai. "Joke."

Richard passed part of the paper over to Rory silently.

Dining room.

"Rory, how do you like the lamb?" Emily asked.

"It's good."

"Too dry?"

"No, it's perfect."

"The potatoes could use a little salt, though," Lorelai said.

"Excuse me?" Emily asked.

"So, Grandpa, how's the insurance biz?" Rory asked breaking the tension.

"Well, people die, we pay. People crash cars, we pay. People lose a foot, we pay," he answered.

"Well at least you have your new slogan," Lorelai said.

"And how are things at the motel?" Richard asked.

"The inn? They're great."

"Lorelai's the executive manager now. Isn't that wonderful? And Harley here is the assistant chef."

Harley smiled at her grandmother. "Speaking of which, Christopher called yesterday," Richard said.

"Speaking of which? How is that a speaking of which?" Lorelai wondered out loud.

"He's doing very well in California. His internet start-up goes public next month. This could mean big things for him. Very talented man, your father," Richard informed.

"They know," Lorelai said.

"He always was a smart one, that boy. You must take after him."

"Speaking of which, I'm going to get a Coke. Or a knife," Lorelai said leaving the table.

"I think I'm gonna go talk to her," Rory said as she started to get up.

"No, I'll go," Emily stated. "You girls stay and keep your grandfather company. She rose from the table and went to the kitchen.

The three of them sat awkwardly while they listened into the argument taking place loudly in the kitchen. Both Rory and Harley looked up when they heard their mother say she came to their grandparents for money for their school. Their grandfather fell asleep in his chair, which made Harley giggle.

They exited the house. Lorelai leaned against the wall. "Mom?" Rory asked.

"I'm okay. I just…Do I look shorter? Because I feel shorter," Lorelai said.

"Hey, how about I buy you guys a cup of coffee?"

"Oh, yeah. You drive, though, 'cause I don't think my feet will reach the pedals," Lorelai chuckled.

They walked to Luke's. "So, nice dinner at the grandparents' house," Harley started.

"Yeah. Her dishes have never been cleaner," Lorelai replied.

"You and Grandma seemed to have a nice talk," Rory said.

"How much did you hear?" Lorelai wondered.

"Not much," Rory replied. "Snippets. Little snippets."

"So basically everything?"

"Basically, yes," Harley replied with a smirk.

"The best-laid plans," Lorelai said.

They entered and sat at a table. "I think it was really brave of you to ask them for money," Rory told her.

"I so do not want to talk about it."

"How many meals is it gonna take till we're off the hook?" Harley asked.

"I think the deli spread at my funeral will be the last one," Lorelai joked with a straight face. "Hey, wait, does that mean…"

"Can't let a perfectly good plaid skirt go to waste," Rory replied.

"Honey, you won't be sorry. Plus Harley's got your back," Lorelai promised. Luke walked up to take their order dressed up nicer than usual. "You look nice. Really nice."

"I had a meeting earlier at the bank. They like collars. You look nice, too," Luke complimented.

"I had a flagellation to go to."

"What'll you have?" he asked with a smirk.

"Coffee, in a vat."

"I'll have coffee also. And chili fries," Rory said.

"Coffee, and apple pie," Harley said.

"That's quite a refined palate you got there." Luke walked away with Lorelai watching.

"Behold the healing powers of a bath," Lorelai said. "So, tell us about the guy."

"You know what's really special about our relationship? The total understanding about the need for one's privacy. I mean, you really understand boundaries," Rory told her.

"So tell us about the guy," Lorelai insisted.

"Mom!" Rory said.

"Is he dreamy?" asked Lorelai.

"That's so Nick at Nite."

"I'm gonna find out anyway," Lorelai promised.

"Really? How?" Rory asked.

"I'll spy," Lorelai said like it was obvious.

Luke came over with their order. "Coffee, fries, and pie. I can't stand it. This is so unhealthy. Rory, Harley, please, put down that cup of coffee. You do not want to grow up to be like your mom."

"Sorry. Too late," both girls said.

Lorelai smiled proudly. "Tell me about the guy," she continued to insist.

"Check, please."

"Are you embarrassed to bring him home?"

"I'm not embarrassed."

"Does he talk at all?"

"No, mom, he's a mime," Harley answered sarcastically.