#gilmoregirls 'The Unbearable Heaviness of Being' - another great (but unfinished) Java teen #Fanfiction. I hope Nogodsnomasters doesn't mind if I put a preview up. :D

The Best Laid Plans

Hartford, 12:15 p.m. Friday, June 10, 1983

"Lorelai! Hey, over here!"

Fifteen year old freshman Lorelai Gilmore looked across the cafeteria where her friends, Christopher, Jennifer, and John were sitting. Smiling, she walked over with her tray ready to vent.

"Can somebody please explain to me how time has seemed to stop? Aren't we breaking an essential law of physics or something? Really, is it just me or has this day dragged on forever?"

"I think it's called Fridays, Lorelai," offered John. But there's only 3 hours 'til freedom!" He gave Chris a high-five and both boys held their palms up to the girls expectantly. Jennifer and Lorelai laughed and shook their heads.

"So who's for cutting class and getting a jump start on the weekend?" asked Christopher, staring hopefully at Lorelai.

"No way, Chris," said Lorelai shaking her head. "The last thing I need right now is to draw attention to myself. My parents are currently in this experimental phase in which they are not monitoring my every move." She held out her leg, "Look, no ankle bracelet! Besides, I have a Biology test last period."

"Wow Lor, what's with the Goody-Two-Shoes act?"

"Uh, I don't know, Chris. What's with using the words, Goody-Two-Shoes? I haven't been called that since I refused to stay out past dark with Wally and the Beav.."

"Sorry I was just—"

"And another thing, Chris. Some of us have to get good grades to get into a top college. It's not like I can float by with C's secure in the fact that my daddy will get me into Princeton!" Lorelai snapped, her frustration evident.

"Come on! You don't think Richard would pull every possible string to get you into Yale?"

"Are you kidding? My father probably loves Yale more than me. If he thought would sully Yale's image by getting accepted with C's—hell, even B's, he would probably call Yale Admissions himself to make sure I didn't get in."

"Okay, okay!" Chris threw up his hands in mock surrender. Sorry. You win round one of the My Father's-a-Bigger-Ass-Than–Your-Father Contest! How about we sign a peace treaty and move on to other more important topics like this weekend?"

"Well," John broke in." "We've got tomorrow all figured out, what's on the agenda tonight? I heard there's a party in Windsor we can crash."

"Wait, Jon," said Jennifer. "Actually, we don't have tomorrow set just yet. I haven't had a chance to tell Lorelai."

"Tell me what?" Lorelai asked.

"Road trip! What time do you want me to come pick you up?" Jennifer tried to avoid mentioning the purpose of the road trip.

"Pick me up? What are you talking about? I'm not going anywhere tomorrow. I've got the house to myself for once."

It was true. Lorelai's parents were going to be out late tonight for a DAR function and had an all-day insurance related shindig in Danbury on Saturday. As an additional bonus, they were staying overnight in Danbury and wouldn't be back until Sunday afternoon. Lorelai could not wait for the freedom to do as she pleased.

While most of her friends would have thrown a party, Lorelai just wanted a break—a break from everything about her life. Though the pool house had been shuttered up for renovation, Paul, the head of maintenance at the Gilmore house, had promised Lorelai the pool would be ready by Saturday morning. Lorelai was geared up for a glorious day of sun bathing, snacking, magazine reading, and movie watching. Most of all, she was looking forward to some time alone.

"What are we talking about?" Christopher pierced Lorelai's thoughts. We're talking about the road trip to watch the semi-final."

"Semi-final?"

"Baseball, Lorelai. You've heard of it, I suppose?

"Uh…yeah, but who cares?"

"Come on, Lor!" Christopher said. "The whole school cares. Haven't you been paying attention to all the posters and announcements? Our team is only one win away from going to the state championship."

"It's kind of a big deal, Lorelai," John piped in.

"Yes, I'm sure it is to someone…somewhere."

"Come on, Lor! It's going to be a great time."

"Said the boys to the girl who hates sports. Seriously guys, have we met? My name is Lorelai Gilmore. My Native American name is She-Who-Hates-All-Things-Athletic."

"You don't have to play," added Jennifer, "just watch."

"Almost as bad! Besides, baseball is the worst of them all. I think it was actually invented as a torture device for maximum security prisoners."

"Lor," Chris pleaded. "Come on, this is big. Everyone who's anyone is going to this game. The senior and junior classes even charted a bus."

"Oh well if everyone's going…," replied Lorelai sarcastically. She just had to call Chris out. He could be such a wannabe at times. "Look Chris, as much as I live to see and be seen, my hatred for sports trumps all."

"Even me?"

"Huh?" Lorelai glanced at Chris.

"Lorelai," said Jennifer taking her by the arm and pulling her off to the side. "I don't think you're getting the whole picture here."

"Enlighten me."

Jennifer grinned. "It's not about baseball per se. It's about baseball players. This happens to be my area of expertise, and believe me, baseball players are the best looking athletes."

"Really?" questioned Lorelai. "I mean, I don't mean to question your authority, but have you looked at our team lately?"

"Actually, our team is below average in my opinion. Besides, between the two of us, we've already checked out, flirted with, or dated all of the cute ones and since we know how obnoxious they are, we can't be objective. That's why it's important to do some, uh, scouting of other teams."

"Jen, you've made some good points, and clearly you have much knowledge, but I just can't."

"Come on, it's my first road trip since getting my license. Don't leave me alone with the dork duo over there," Jennifer motioned towards Chris and John.

"Hey we heard that!" the boys yelled.

"What about Andrea and Tracy?" Lorelai asked laughing at the 'dork duo.'

"They thought ahead and got seats on the bus. But it's going to be more fun to go in a car. We're taking only back roads because I'm too chicken to drive on the highway, but we are going to make spontaneous junk food stops along the way."

"That does sound like fun, Jen, but I really can't. You'll only have to put up with the boys for a little while. Once you get to the game you can find Andrea and Tracy. Where is this game anyway?"

"Some place called Stars Hollow. Have you ever been?"

"No. I haven't even heard of it. Sounds pretty, though. Is it far?"

"Not really. If I don't get lost, my dad told me it's only about 30 minutes away."

"That's not too bad," said Lorelai. Are you nervous about driving?"

"A little, " Jen admitted. "But as long as I stay off the highway, I'll be fine."

"I'm sorry Jen, I really am, but I'm sure you can handle the flirting and assessing on your own. You'll take notes of course?"

"Of course! I'll even include illustrations and hopefully a few phone numbers."

"Hey. If we win, there will be another game right? Maybe we could scout that one together?"

"It's a deal, girlfriend!" Jennifer was happy to let the matter drop. Even though she sincerely enjoyed Lorelai's company (Lorelai had a way of making things fun), when it came to boy watching, sitting next to her put Jennifer at a distinct disadvantage. Though just in ninth grade, Lorelai was gorgeous—gorgeous in a way that made everyone else around her invisible. At least it seemed that way to Jen. Even though Lorelai was only fifteen, she was already 5 feet 8 with long legs and curves in all the right places. She was often assumed to be a junior or senior instead of a lowly freshman. With her piercing blue eyes, long, naturally curly black hair, and megawatt smile, Lorelai Gilmore stood out.

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