( chapter seven ! )
"Lost and Found"

"JESS, I SWEAR TO GOD! HURRY UP! I NEED TO SHOWER!" Olive shouted, banging her fist against the bathroom door. He has been in there for at least an hour and she was beginning to get pissed off. The sound of loud muttering took her attention away from the bathroom and towards her uncle; who was muttering angrily to himself as he moved the twins boxes around the small apartment. "You okay there?" She asked, smiling cutely as she hugged the fluffy towel in her arms to her chest.

"Oh, I'm fantastic!" Luke drawled, sending Olive a sarcastic smile as he picked up another box. The sound of a knock on the door caught the relatives attention. Luke looked from the box in his hands and then towards his niece, motioning for her to get the door.

"Are you gonna get that? Or...?" Olive trailed off, tilting her head to the side; not catching on to what Luke was trying to say.

"Yup, I got it." He sighed, setting the box down and making his way towards the door. The brunette winced when she saw him trip over a box of her art supplies, soon followed by the swears of her uncle.

"Hey, Luke?" Lorelai's concerned voice came from the other side of the door. "Are you being attacked by your possessions again?"

Olive tunes them out, turning back towards the bathroom door, hitting her fist against it rapidly. "Hurry up, Jess! I really need to shower! This isn't funny!" She frowned with the lack of response she received, only hearing the sound of her brothers mocking singing. "Asshole!"

"Rory, Eric and I are starving. We need you to cook us breakfast." Lorelai informed Luke as she entered the cramped apartment, her eyes widening at the site of all the moving boxes. "Oh my god."

"Caesar can make you breakfast," Luke said simply, moving another box out of his path with an annoyed huff.

"What happened to this place? This is what I always pictured the inside of my head to look like."

"Hurry up Jess. How long does it take to shower, huh!" Olive shouted, now banging both of her fists on the bathroom door. "Uh!" She groaned, dropping the towel in her hands and running them threw her hair.

"See if you can find a brown leather ledger." Luke said, completing ignoring Olives shouting. It's been going on all morning.

"Jess!"

"I've never seen so much stuff." Lorelai said in aw as she looked around. "It looks like a white-trash Hearst Castle in here."

"Never mind," the dinner owner moved a few more boxes. "I'll find it my self."

"Where'd all this come from?"

"Jess and Olive. Liz shipped the rest of they're stuff last week. They finally decided to unpack." He said finally really loud so Olive could hear. She ignored him when her brother started laughing, obviously enjoying his sisters misery. A shaky breath left her pink lips as she tried to calm herself down. She is very close to breaking the door down.

"They did a very nice job." Lorelai commented.

"I know it's crazy now," Luke explained. "I just have to get it all organized, figure out where to put everything, buy another dresser, a portable wardrobe, some storage bins."

"Can of gasoline, box of matches."

"Jess! You piece of shit! I swear to god that I am going to kill you!" Olive shouted, kicking the door again.

"I'm trying to take a relaxing shower," Jess shouted in mock offence from the other side of the door. "And you're ruining it."

"What's going on there?" The eldest Gilmore sibling asked, motioning to Olive in confusion.

"Did I mention that Caesar can cook you breakfast?" Luke ignored her question as he continued looking through the boxes, ignoring the twins fighting as well. It was becoming a daily thing and he's learned to tune it out.

"But he doesn't make good, fluffy pancakes like you do!"

"Then order eggs," Luke tried to compromise.

Lorelai looks appalled, "No!" She held up her bandaged right hand, shoving it towards Luke. "See, I had a near death experience today."

"Really?" The diner owner scoffed.

"Yes! I almost fell off the roof of my house! Trying to clean the rain gutters, so I have to have pancakes!"

"Jesus, Luke!" Olive exploded, causing the two adults to look at her in surprise. "Make the woman her god damn pancakes!" She whipped back around to the door and kicked it for the third time. "And, Jess! Open the door!" The door finally opened, causing Olive to sigh and mumble a small 'finally'.

"Jesus, I'm done." Jess scoffed, sending his twin a glare as he dried his hair with a towel. "Clam your tits."

"Oh, bite me!" Olive hissed, sending her brother a dirty look as she picked up her towel before heading into the bathroom.

"Why is my sister such a psychopath?" She heard her brothers annoying voice comment.

"Oh, I'll show you psycho," Olive mumbled, quickly turning around and jumping on her brothers back, tackling him to the ground.

LUKE WALKS INTO HIS APARTMENT, WINCING AS THE SOUND OF BLASTING ROCK MUSIC HITS HIS EARS. He scoffs when he sees his nephew sleeping like a baby. "Jess?" He stepped over him, pushing a pile of clothes out of the way and turning off the stereo. "How can anyone sleep through that? It's like the Huns are attacking while you're oblivious. That's why you can just lie there while the rest of the world is going def." The diner owner ranted to himself, bitterly. His face twisted into confusion when he saw Olive reading a book, wondering how the hell she can possibly read with all the noise. "Olive. Olive?" Luke tapped her on the shoulder, talking a quick step back when she jumped in surprise.

She looked up at her uncle, sending him a smile as she pulled out her earplugs; sighing in content at the silence that surrounded her. "Thank you," she said greatfully, setting her buds beside her and looking back down at her textbook and flipping the page. She's been failing history and she's hoping to get her grade up. She looked up when she heard a the sound of a crash, and chuckled when she saw her brothers radio laying on the ground. Normally Olive would feel bad, but with his recent attitude, she could care less. "What the hell are you doing?" She asked, biting her lip to hide a smile as Luke angrily started throwing Jess' clothes around.

"Whoa, jeez!" The male Mariano shouted in surprise as he shot up in his bed, now wide awake. "What the hell?!" Jess sent his uncle a piercing glare; angry that he woke him up.

"I can't stand it!" Luke exploded, taking the twins by surprise. "I'm going crazy!" He flailed his arms around like a mad man, "I can't live like this anymore!"

"Jeez, Dude." Olive breathed out, looking at her uncle like he was crazy.

"Don't Dude me, Olive Harriet Mariano!" The brunette gaped at her uncle in shock. She has never been full named by him before.

"Just relax," Jess grumbled as he rubbed his eyes tiredly.

"I can't relax! I can't sleep. I'm-I'm having nightmares about boxes with arms," Luke gestures around him at the endless piles of boxes. "And they tackle me and pile clothing on top of my face; secure it around my head with packing tape! And I'm just lying there chocking while you're," he points at Jess, "putting gel in your hair with a switchblade, laughing."

"And you," he rounds on Olive, who's pouting. "Your drawing it with Eric beside you cheering the boxes on like it's a football game."

"Yeah right," the female brunette snorts, "like Eric would ever watch a football game."

"Should I be putting a tongue depressor in your mouth right about now?" Jess asked his apparently insane uncle, ignoring his sisters comment.

"We're moving tomorrow," Luke demanded, pushing over another box.

"Oh thank, god!" Olive cheered, standing up and doing a little happy dance. She's been waiting for this, living in such a small space with two boys who freak out at the sight of a tampon box is driving her insane.

"What are you talking -"

Luke cut his nephew off and pushed Olive back in her seat, causing her to yelp. "I'm talking about you, me, and Olive finding a new place to live. If I see one more box of tampons lying around, I'm gonna loose it."

"I need them, accept that." The brunette snapped, glaring at her uncle. "Unless you want blood stains-"

"But I-"

Luke cut them both off again. "No buts! And no blood! At ten o'clock tomorrow morning. I want both of you up, washed, moussed, and ready to leave, end of story." He places his hands on his hips, pretty proud of himself. "Now go back to bed." He gives Jess a look when he doesn't move.

"Oh no," Olive huffed, placing her earbuds back in; knowing exactly what her brother wants.

"I need the music to sleep," Jess mumbled, sending his uncle a look.

Luke stares at him, baffled. He shook his head and grumbled profanities to himself as he picked the stereo back up and pressed play. Storming out of the room, stubbing his toe in the process. "Damn it!"

-

"FORGET IT." Jess scoffed as he stormed out of the house that the relatives were currently looking at; Olive and Luke following closely behind him as they briskly walked down the street.

Luke sighed, rubbing his forehead as he sent his nephew a look of annoyance. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately. "What was wrong with that one?"

"It was pink," Jess snapped, not even sparing his uncle a glance as they continued down the mildly busy streets of Stars hallow.

Olive shrugged, she thought the house was lovely. The fact that it was pink just made it even better. "Well, I love it!"

Luke sent Olive a grateful look before turning back to the pissy twin. "We can paint it."

"You mean we can paint it," Jess motioned between he and his sister who was currently distracted by a butterfly that was flying around her head. She giggled as it landed on her nose, a huge grin spreading across her face. Jess sent her a wired look, which she ignored and just continued to watch the butterfly as her brother and Uncle argued.

"We can all paint it together," Luke tried to compromise. Wondering why his nephew was being so stubborn.

"Great," Jess said, his voice dropping with sarcasm. "Then we can hold hands and skip afterwords."

"I say 'no' to the hand holding," Olive cut in, a frown on her face as she watched the butterfly fly away. "But I say 'yes' to the skipping," She grinned, doing a little hop.

Jess scoffed, sending his sister an annoyed look. "Shut up."

"You shut up!"

"Both of you shut up!" Luke barked, rolling his eyes at their behaviour. "Now," he cleared his throat, getting back on topic. "Which one do you like?"

"I don't care," the female Mariano shrugged, doing another small skip just to annoy her brother. "As long as I get my own bathroom."

"The one before," Jess drawled, completing ignoring his sisters comment. Olive took in a deep breath, closing her eyes trying desperately to hold back tears. After a moment, she opened her eyes and shook her head, putting on a fake smile as she caught up with her family.

"The one with two fridges?" Luke wondered, crossing his arms across his chest.

"No," Jess said plainly.

"The one before was the one with the two fridges."

"No, the one before was the one with the cat."

"Aw, Yeah!" Olive said excitedly. "Let's get the one with the cat! Oh! Do we get to keep the cat. Oh, oh, let's name it Rob!" She rambled excitedly, not caring about the look her brother sent her.

"Sorry, Olive," Luke apologized. "But I hate cats."

The brunette pouted, letting out a sigh. "Damn it!"

"I don't think the cat comes with the place," Jess said smartly, causing Olive to roll her eyes.

"Yeah, But it had carpeting," the diner owner pointed out. "It's always gonna smell like cat."

"Clean the carpet," Jess deadpanned.

"Paint the pink," Luke shot back.

"How about the one next to the bank?"

"Too many windows."

"What?"

"Six windows all on one side, 3 o'clock in the after-noon, were sitting in an oven."

"So we just get curtains."

Olive gasped, placing her hands on her face, squishing her cheeks with a big grin on her face. "Yes! Curtains!"

"Maybe no curtains."The male Mariano stated, rolling his eyes.

Olive frowned, glaring at her brother. "You suck as a human being."

"You suck as a human being," Jess mocked.

"You'll both have to help me put them up!" Luke spoke loudly, pulling the siblings away from their fighting.

"Great, then we can hold hands and skip afterwards."

"As I've said before, I'm all for the skipping." Olive hummed, doing a little twirl. "But a no to the hand holding. Unless Eric's there," she sighed dreamily, "he has cute hands."

Jess pretended to gag, sending his sister a look. "Ew."

Luke nodded, for the first time ever, he agreed with Jess. "Yeah, ew. No. None of that. And Jess, stop saying that."

"I don't care, pick whichever one you want."

Olive scoffed, glaring at her brother. "I don't get a say?"

"No." Olive looked at her brother, a look of hurt on her face. For a second she thought she saw some guilt in his eyes, but it left as fast as it came. Shaking her head, she bit her lip and looked at the ground silently.

"Jess!" Luke shouted, completely done with how Jess has been treating Olive. "Be nicer to your sister and treat her with some respect. You're pissing me off. And Olive, " he turned to the sad girl and patted her on the shoulder, "of course you get a say. I trust your opinion more then his any way."

"Then why am I even here?" Jess sassed, stopping and turning to face his uncle, looking nothing more then done. "You're the one that wants to move. And Olive's a freaking pushover anyway. So having her looking with us, doesn't make much of a difference."

Olive felt her heart start sink. All she wanted to do is say something rude and insulting back. But she can't seem to make herself do it. She loves her brother too much to do that. Seems it's not the same on his end.

"Jess!" Luke looked at his nephew in shock. He sighs when he sees Olive start to tear up, "You like living the way we do?"

"Fine by me," Jess shrugged.

"No space, no privacy. Olive is a teenage girl for Christ's sake. She's Living in a small apartment meant for one with two guys."

"I got plenty of privacy."

"That's because I'm sitting downstairs in the dark. And Olive is either at the Gilmore's or wearing earplugs." The diner owner explained, wanting to kick some sense into the stubborn boy.

"You're the one with the problem! You make the choice!" Jess snapped. Olive just stood there, completely annoyed and sad. She just wants them to finish looking at houses so that she can go home and cry in the closet. Yeah, they really need a bigger apartment.

"Jess, come on." Luke pleads.

Jess rolls his eyes, looking down at his watch and then back at his uncle. "I have to go."

"We got three more."

"I'm supposed to be at Lorelai's in 20 minutes, remember?" The male Mariano rolls his eyes when a look of realization crosses his uncles face. "If you want me to bail on her, fine."

"No, you go." Luke shook his head, "me and Olive will find a place."

"Great idea," Jess smiled sarcastically as he started to walk away.

"We'll take some Polaroids and you can look at them later!"

Jess yelled over his shoulder. "Take a Polaroid, paint a still picture, whatever you want."

"Jess! Come on."

"Don't be such a dick, Jess!" Olive shouted after her asshole of a brother.

He turns around, raising a challenging eyebrow at his sister and then turning his glare towards Luke. "Nobody asked me if I wanted to move to Stars Hallow, but I'm here. Pick whatever place you want, and I'll be there too."

"Nobody asked me if I wanted to move here either." The female brunette stated, throwing her arms out at her sides.

"Well you didn't even put up a fight. Because you're a pushover who does everything she's asked." And with that comment, he walked away.

"I hope he falls off the roof," Olives said, releasing a shaky breath. She sent her uncle a forced smile as he looked at her with sad eyes. "You look at an apartment Uncle Luke. I'm gonna go find a place to cry." She whimpered a little bit as she started to sprint away, running into Taylor, causing the man to fall into a bush. But Olive didn't stop like she normally would, she just kept running.

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ERIC GILMORE HELD AN OLD GUITAR CASE TIGHTLY in his left hand as he made his way down the streets of Stars Hallow. Ms. Patty gave it to him because she thought it would suddenly make him a 'ladies man'. But he doesn't want to be a ladies man, because his hearts already been stolen and he probably won't be getting it back. But, he thought it may impress her. He just re-watched Friends. So he learned some tricks from Phoebe Buffay. Just as he walked past the Gazebo, he came to a stop when he noticed the familiar mess of chocolate coloured curls. A grin made its way onto his face as he approached Olive, though it fell when he saw she was crying; and the grin turned into a look of concern.

"Hey, hey, hey. What's wrong?" Eric cooed softly as he took a seat beside Olive on the bench.

She looked up at him, wiping at her eyes, trying to hide the tears. Though she knows it's too late. "Nothing," Olive sniffed, a forced laugh leaving her lips, "I'm just allergic to gazebos."

"Then you shouldn't be sitting in one," Eric joked, earning a real laugh from the brunette. "But seriously," he moved closer to her, "what's wrong."

It's silent for a moment, before a small sob escaped her pink lips. Eric's eyes widened, quickly moving to wrap his arms around the girl and pull her into a tight hug. Whispering calming things in her ear as he slowly rubbed her back.

"Am I annoying?" Olive choked out between sobs. "Am I a pushover? Am I such an unappealing person that anytime I open my mouth my brother looks at me like I'm the gum on his shoe?"

"You are an amazing person Olive," Eric whispered in her ear. "You're not a pushover, you just care. You're cute, funny, and an actual angel. Your brother is just an asshole who's pants are so tight it's messing with his brain."

Olive snorted, pulling away from the boy and whipping her tears. "Thank you," she hiccuped. "You're really sweet. And you are right, he is an asshole."

"No problem at all. So..." Eric trailed off, leaning over the side of the bench and pulled out the guitar. He sent Olive a smile when he saw her confused look; she had no idea he played. "I am gonna play you a song. It's a classic. I'm a little rusty, considering I've been playing for a week." Olive laughed, grinning at the boy and showing off her dimples. This just caused the Gilmore's face to heat up. "You ready?" He asked, positioning the guitar on his lap.

"I'm ready!"

"Okay," he cleared his throat, strumming the guitar a few times before he started singing— very off key by the way. "Smelly cat, smelly cat. What are they feeding you? Smelly cat smelly cat, it's not your fault." Eric looked at Olive, smiling when he saw no hint of sadness left on her face, instead it was replaced with a look of amusement. "Join me Olive, I know you wanna. One two three..." he started strumming again.

Olive shook her head nodding her head as she snag. "They won't take you to the vet. Your obviously not their favourite pet. Smelly cat, smelly cat, it's not your fault." They both sound horrendous, but at least they're having fun.

"You may not be a bed of roses."

"You're not friend to those with noses."

"I'll miss you before we're done."

"Or the world will smell as one."

"Smelly cat, smelly cat, what are they feeding you?" They sang together, there faces slowly moving closer. "Smelly cat, smelly cat. It's not your fault...."

Olive sent him a dimpled smile before gently placing her lips onto his. Eric quickly responded, closing his eyes and kissing her back. She slowly pulled away, smiling softly at the boy who looked just as shocked as he did the first time they kissed. "Hey Eric?" She asked, smiling when he nodded rapidly. "Wanna be my boyfriend?" She bit her lip, her brown doe eyes staring at him through her eye lashes.

Eric stuttered for a moment, "No." Olive's face fell causing his eyes to widen. "I mean yes! Yes! I would love to!" She grinned at him again; she's always grinning when she's with him. She moved the guitar out of his lap and kissed him again, this time deeper and more passionate.

"So?" Olive asked after they pulled away. "Why aren't you fixing the rain gutters?"

He raised an eyebrow at her, "Dude, I spend my free time watching musicals. I'm not meant for fixing things."

"Of course." She jumped up from the bench and grabbed Eric's hand, pulling him up with her. "I have to go to Doose's Market. I have to apologize to Taylor."

"What did you do to Taylor?" He asked as they walked out of the Gazebo.

"I pushed him into a plant."

"My girl," he grinned, slinging an arm around her shoulder.

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OLIVE DECIDED NOT TO START A FIGHT WITH HER BROTHER, she's just hoping it's a faze. He still hasn't apologized, but he hasn't been a dick to her. That's basically a Jess apology. So there she sat, playing Go Fish with her twin brother as loud rock music played through the stereo. No, she hasn't forgiven him, but's she's missed her brother.

"Do you have any threes?" Jess asked, looking up from the book he was reading and at the cards that are in his other hand.

Olive smirked, shaking her head, "Gold Fish."

Jess stared at her blankly, "it's Go Fish."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Huh," Olive smiled, her nose crinkling. "You learn something new everyday."

The front door flew open, followed by Luke storming into the apartment. He stormed right pass them, opening the closet and grabbing the sledge hammer. The twins shared a wide-eyed look, jumping up and following their uncle as he headed towards the wall at the other side of the room. Luke takes a step back and swings, creating a large hole in the wall. Jess jumped back, pulling Olive behind him and out of swinging rang. Luke turned to the twins and sent them a sarcastic smile, "That's your guy's room." He handed Jess the hammer. "Finish up. We'll hold hands and skip afterwords." He patted his nephew mockingly on the back before he leaves; slamming the door, causing a ton of cement to fall out of the hole.

Olive let out a sigh, resting her elbow on her twins shoulder. "I'll skip, but I won't hold your hand."