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GOLD RUSH
CHAPTER FOUR, ANNOYING RORY
Blair sat and watched whatever her mom had put on the tv in front of them in silence while waiting for Rory to get ready. "Hey, I have an idea for a new reality show," Lorelai spoke up when Rory exited her bedroom. "How about everyone just looks out their freaking kitchen window for a change?"
"Ooh, she's cranky this morning," Rory teased while Blair laughed.
"Let's just say the world's got a formidable opponent," Lorelai grumbled and turned the tv off. Blair stood up and made her way to the coffee pot, jumping when Rory turned around and pointed to their mom.
"Wait, shouldn't you be baking?"
"I don't know. Shouldn't you be knitting?"
"Mom! The Chilton bake sale is today!" Rory exclaimed.
"I got it covered," Lorelai shrugged.
"You do realise they expect it to be homemade right? And not Dolly Madison homemade," Blair teased while leaning against the counter.
"I know and I said I have it covered!" she smiled and made her way to the coffee pot, Rory getting in her way.
"All of the parents pitch in," Rory reminded her. "So, this is really important, you know that right?."
"Oh, I didn't know. In that case I don't have it covered," the woman shook her head. "I have it covered!" 
"And this conversation is really boring," Blair sighed. "Look, if she says she has it covered then she has it covered stop panicking. We both know she's asked Sookie to bake something."
"Get your stuff and hit the stereo, we're late," she told the girls.
"That's not me," Rory slipped past her and opened the bedroom door to reveal Lane who was dancing in the middle of the room.
"Where does your mom think you are?" Lorelai asked the dancing brunette.
Lane stopped the music and placed her thumbs through the belt loops on her pants, "Oh er on a park bench, contemplating the reunifications of the two Koreas."
"Not here, skanking to Rancid?" Lorelai asked rhetorically.
"Wouldn't be included," she pursed her lips.
Lorelai looked between the three teens with a smile, "School!"
"Rory, grab my bag, pleaseee," Blair called from the kitchen sink as she downed the rest of her coffee.