...She smiled at the scene, then the sun started to shine brightly in her eyes...

In Lorelai's room the sun shined through her window, casting it's brightness on to her bed, where Lorelai and Christopher, sleeping in each others arms, laid. The stillness of the moment was broken, when a pounding was heard on Lorelai's bedroom door.

"Lorelai, C'mon. Open this door. We're suppose to be shopping." Emily yelled while continuing the banging on the door. Christopher and Lorelai woke up with looks of shock on their faces.

"We fell asleep, how could we have done that?" Lorelai snapped at Christopher in a whisper.

"- Lorelai, let me in." Emily sighed, impatiently.

"Uh, coming mom. I'm just getting dressed." Lorelai yelled giving her mom a reason for the suspense.

Christopher looked around the room disorderedly, "What should I do?!"

"Go out the way you came...the window."

"Oh yeah, the window." Christopher put his shirt on and climbed out of the window.

"Hey. I had a great time last night." Lorelai said, as he was on the otherside of the window.

"Yeah, me too. Especially when you yelled at the guy in the cafe, for not filling your coffee cup all the way. I thought he peed his pants when you called him the `coffee dictator', and asked for him to get the manager."

Lorelai laughed, "Well you know, coffee -"

"- Lorelai! If you don't open this door."

"I better go. Love you. Bye." Christopher gave her a kiss as Lorelai pulled the window down.

"LORELAI!!"

"Coming mom." Lorelai walked over and opened the door.

"Lorelai, what was taking you so long?" Emily asked as she emerged into Lorelai's room.

"Sorry, mom. I couldn't decide what shirt I should wear." Lorelai said sighing in disbelief.

"Well, I hope it's not that one."

"Huh. What's wrong with it?" She asked looking at herself in her mirror.

"Lorelai. Its just not right. Why don't you wear the blouse I just got you and your long black skirt." Lorelai rolled her eyes at her mom suggestion. Emily caught her eye- roll. "Why not wear that?" She sighed.

"Why?. Because I look like a nun in that outfit. I'm not wearing it."

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Emily Gilmore walked into the department store with her head held up distinguishly high. Why not?! Everyone knew that the Gilmore family was one of the best known families in Hartford.

Lorelai followed her, her head looking down at her shoes. She was wearing the now infamous white shirt, black skirt combination. The shoes were the only thing that she picked out to wear.

"Lorelai, Are you still upset about having to wear that?" Emily asked, after noticing Lorelai's depressing demeanor.

"No mom. The flying nun look is so in, along with dressing up like June Cleaver and Donna Reed."

Emily ignored Lorelai and thought to herself, `She must get her ideas from my sister.', she started looking at gowns. Lorelai went to look at the tuxedos. She saw a powder blue tux and started to laugh.

"What's so funny, Lorelai?"

"Oh, I was just imagining Christopher wearing this." She said picking up one of the sleeves.

"Why would Christopher need to wear a wedding tux?"

"Mom, not now. He's going to probably get married someday."

"What? Are you planning on marrying Christopher?"

"I don't know mom, I'm only 16."

"You're almost 16, and you think about getting married."

"Yes, I think about getting married."

"Do you think about marrying Christopher?" Emily asked hoping the answer was no.

"Well, sometimes." Lorelai answered, knowing that wasn't what Emily was wanting to hear.

Emily was somewhat shocked by her answer, She decided to change the subject. "So,do you like this color?"

"C'mon, mom. Just say it."

"Say what, Lorelai."

"That you hate Christopher."

"No, I don't."

Lorelai rolled her eyes, "Yes you do. You've never said one good thing about him."

"Yes, I have lots of times." Emily lied.

"Like what?"

"Uh, uh. He doesn't mix stripes with plaids." Emily said, spitting out the only thing she could think of. Lorelai rolled her eyes, again.

"Mom, you don't know him at all. He's very smart, pays for the date, and he treats me wery well. All you see is his parents' income. His money, mom. I like him because he's not you. He's not materialistic." Lorelai said with watery eyes.

"Oh, so you're saying I'm materialistic, that all I care about money and not love and kindness, besides you're too young to be in love."

"Damn it, Mom. I'm not a little girl anymore."

"Uh, excuse me. Can I help you?" The clerk asked, not knowing of Emily and Lorelai's fight.

"Can you help me find a new mom?" Lorelai sarcastically asked. The clerk gave her a confused look. "I guess that's a `no'." She looked over at her mom. "Goodbye, Mom. You pick out a dress, I'm leaving." Lorelai stormed out of the department store.

Emily saw the shocked look on the clerk's face. "Teenagers" she shrugged.