Remember when I said I was going to hate Jess? Yeah that didn't work out. It worked for a couple of hours though. I know, pathetic. But all that hate was replaced with curiosity, I just couldn't understand why he would leave. Luke didn't throw him out, that much I know.

"Your arm still hurting you?" My mum asked, pulling me out of my thoughts as we made our way toward Luke's. After an hour of begging and pleading she had finally agreed to go to Luke's so we can have breakfast.

I shake my head at her question. "It's just a little itchy."

"Maybe you should stick a chopstick in there and-" She stops herself when she noticed the crowd in front of Luke's. "What's going on here?"

Kirk turned around and answered us. "It's closed."

"What?" I asked, not believing what I'm hearing.

"It's closed," he repeated.

"Luke's is closed?" My mum asked in astonishment. I began to wonder what I would do about my job. Deciding not to worry much, I doubted Luke would let me work until the cast off anyway.

"Luke's is never closed."

Kirk looked at us with a nod. "I know."

My mum turned to see Lorelai and Rory come up to the diner.

"Hey," Lorelai greeted us with a smile.

My mum ignored her greeting. "Luke's is closed," she said to the two Gilmores with a frown.

"Are you sure it's closed?" Rory asked as she stood next to me. She was wearing the same uniform as me, we would miss our bus to school if this went on any longer.

All four of us turn to Kirk, seeing what he has to say. "First I read the sign," he beckons the to sign on the door. GONE FISHING! It read. "And then I tried the door incase it was some elaborate ruse." He adds.

"Luke's gone fishing, huh." My mum voiced out. The hint of a smile on her face at the fact that she wouldn't have to face Luke today.

Lorelai raised her eyebrows at her. "Don't you just love that."

"Can it." My mum retorted.

I nudge my mother slightly. "Mum, you know why he left."

She hushed me. "If it was because of the fight, he would've left yesterday, but he didn't." She did have a point. I did speak to him yesterday.

"But he never-" she cuts me off.

"Well, now he did." I make a move to speak but my mum continues on. "He took a trip. Don't read anything into it."

I cross my arms in front of myself. "It's because of the other night."

"No it isn't," she starts. "Even if it is, it will all go away. Everything will be fine." I didn't want to be the one to break it to her that not everyone just ignored arguments and went back to normal the next day like we did.

Kirk pipes up from in front of the door. "Speak for yourself, I left my wallet in there."

"Now where will we eat?" Rory asks.

~~~

"Not here," I groaned.  Standing at the entrance of 'The Hungry Diner' was the last place I wanted to be. The place was so pink and friendly. It was a big difference from Luke's monotonous one word answers.

"I agree with the little one," Lorelai said.

My mum rolled her eyes at us. "Oh hush you two."

Rory looked around at the place with a grimace. "Yeah, why are we standing here?"

"Because, the sign says wait to be seated." My mum gestures toward the tall stand next to me.

"But there are like 50 open table and if we wait any longer, we'll be late to school." I checked my watch. We had forty-three minutes to eat if we wanted to make our bus on time.

My mum made a move to quiet me down when a waitress came up to us. "Table for four?"

We all sat down at a table as the lady served us with the menus. "Can I bring you some coffee to start?"

"Yes," all four of us said simultaneously. I'm sure the waitress thought we were possessed by the way we said it.

"To start and to finish," Lorelai added.

The waitress sent us a grin so wide I was afraid that her cheeks would tear. "All right, I'll be back in a jiffy!" People that cheery in the morning made me question everything.

When she walked off I turned to everyone else. "Alright, when she comes back we'll hold her down. We're gonna tell her really ugly things about the world. Each of us get a limb."

Lorelai raised her hand. "I second that."

My mum didn't say anything, she just put her head in her hands. "No you will not. You two will behave." Rory chided the two of us.

"Sometimes I think our daughters got mixed up," My mum tells Lorelai.

"Don't I know it," she agreed before sending a playful glare Rory's way.

The waitresss came back with four cups that looked like it came from a set of Sylvanian Family.

My mum looked at them skeptically as she set one down in front of each of us. "What are the tiny cups for?"

"They're coffee cups, for coffee." She replied as she filled up my cup.

"Are you guys running out?" I asked sarcastically.

The waitress looked at me in confusion. "I'm sorry?"

"Mummy, I want coffee." Rory pouted at her mother.

"Listen," Lorelai begins looking to the waiter sympathetically. "We are very sleepy this morning so would you happen to have something in a larger size?"

Surprisingly, my mum chimed in. "A mug, a tureen or a small bowl of some kind?" She got pretty upset when there wasn't enough coffee.

"A coffee bowl?" The waitress asked horrified. Me and Rory kept quiet, deciding to let our mums handle this.

"Yes, a coffee bowl." My mum nodded in approval.

"Oh, we'll I'm sorry we don't have any coffee bowls."

Lorelai looked down in the tiny cup with a frown. "Okay then would you mind bringing us, uh-" she looks toward the three us. "What do you think? Five? Six?"

"Seven," I corrected.

"Yeah, seven of these little cuppy things." Lorelai tells the waiter with a smile.

"Could you leave the pot in the meantime," my mum added.

The waitress looked at the four of us with a horrified expression before leaving the pot on the table and walking away.

"Thank you!" I called out to her. The four of us turn to our respective mugs.

"Looks like coffee," Rory says.

"Smells like coffee," I comment.

My mum takes a sip of hers and immediately scrunches her face up. "And the comparisons stops there."

~~~

I was pretty pissed on by the time I got home. Okay maybe not pissed off but definitely mad. Maybe both, I don't even know the difference.

Saturday morning, I had gone to Taylor to apologise for hitting the bench where his treasured new Doose's Market sign was sat. But he completely brushed me off and gave me a talk about how your body's pain is important.

I even offered to give him some money to get him a new sign. He wouldn't take it, naturally, but I offered anyway and I told him it was my fault. That was when he went on a whole rant about how I was completely innocent and it was all Jess' fault.

He talked about how Jess was a natural disaster and how they should name a tornado after him and stuff like that. The worst part was when Taylor said that he knew I would never be involved in something like that. He didn't know I was the one who drew the fake body outside his store.

The way he said it was like I was a child who was stupid and naive. But I knew for a fact that it was as much my fault as it was Jess'. I was the one who had told him to keep on driving.

Deciding that it was best to stop taking to Taylor before I implode on him, I went over to Rory's place. That's where I got ambushed by Babette. She called over to me as if her house was on fire. Obviously, I asked her if anything was wrong.

Then she made a big deal about my cast and told me how hard it was being a woman. I was pretty confused by then so I just let her say her piece.

Her words were and I quote, 'You got your morals and your standards and you're good common sense and then bam! You meet some guy and all that goes right out the window.' I had picked up that she was talking about Jess and the accident. Like everybody else, she blamed him completely and held me responsible for nothing.

She went on and on about how, 'For every good woman there's a dirty little wolf ready to lead her astray. You can't help it.' For a while I found it quite amusing how majority of the town thought I was a model citizen. It was as if I could do no wrong.

But where Taylor made it seem like I was a young child who knew nothing, Babette made it seem like I was blinded by love. Alright, I may like Jess that way but I was smart enough not to let that ever cloud my judgements.

Babette began to talk about how she got roped into a cult because the guy was just so gosh darn good looking. But the more she told her story the angrier I got. I was not some dumb girl. I knew my right and wrongs. And I definitely knew what I was getting into when I told Jess to keep driving that night.

That's the thing, I told him to keep driving. So maybe it was all my fault. He had told me we could've gone back and studied but I told him to keep going. So if anyone's to blame it's me. When Babette had finally finished her story about dancing around with a muumuu and a tambourine at the airport, I headed into Rory's house.

"Rory!" I yelled when I noticed she wasn't in the living room.

"What?" I heard her yell from somewhere in the house.

I slumped down into the sofa. "Come here, I wanna rant!"