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Chapter 3- There's something about those bag boys

"It shouldn't be too hard to find a place around here," Luke remarked as he and Richard walked down the street. "I know all the business owners and land lords in town, so I'll probably be able to get you a good deal out of it too."

"You would have made a great business man," Richard laughed.

"Maybe. But I never was one for suits and ties. I think I own two."

"That's how many outfit I own that aren't suits."

"Well, not much suit work goes around here. You might actually be the first."

"Well, I feel honored."

"Ok. Well, uh, this is the first space I wanted to show you. This used to be Bootsy's newsstand. Bootsy never reopened it after the fire and the property has been open since."

"Not a lot of light here."

"Actually, it gets too much light in the morning and when late afternoon rolls around, there's practically no natural light. I wasn't too sure where you stood on natural lighting, so I showed you it anyway."

"I'll pass."

"Ok. Right this way then." Luke led them down the street. "This office used to be law offices, but there hasn't been a crime in town for over forty years so they packed up and left. Now you get good lighting here, but the space is kinda narrow."

"How narrow?"

"You have room for one desk and a few book shelves. Even that's pushing it though. I mean, you might as take the place next to my old apartment."

"That sounds like a good idea."

"What sounds like a good idea?"

"The space next to your old apartment. Maybe I should just take it."

"Oh. No. You don't want that space. It's small. And you'd have to go through the diner or the back entrance of the building to get to it. And you might, uh, hear…things."

"What do you mean?" Luke gave Richard a knowing look. "Oh. Well, let's keep looking then."

"Good idea."

Luke moved a little faster and refused to look his father-in-law in the eye. After all, he did just hint that he and Lorelai had 'encounters' in his old apartment- obviously frequently during business hours. They looked at a few more places and there still wasn't a place Richard liked.

"Ok, this is the last open space I know of in town," Luke said as they headed toward the place next to the music store. "It's fairly new. Great space, not too narrow and not too wide. The lighting is good. Sunshine in the morning and a view of the stars at night. You'll get a lot of business because it's closer to town square where everyone can see it. If you look right across the street, you see the diner meaning it's only a two minute walk to the house. And it's a decent price for the space. What do you think?"

"I think it's great. You make it sound incredible. If it's so incredible, why hasn't anyone bought it?"

"This is a very small town. The people here get a job and it's what they do for the rest of their lives. Except for Kirk. He has like forty seven, but that's beside the point. Fact of the matter, there wasn't really any desire or need for someone to buy this place and open a new business. It's all been done. Richard, we both know this space is perfect. It's a steal. I say take it."

"Why did you open the diner?"

"I wasn't as passionate as hardware as my father was."

"But you worked for him for years."

"It was my dad. He needed my help, so I helped. After he died, I figured I'd open a business I actually like. I could cook so a diner seemed sensible."

Richard turned to face the building and took a step closer to it. "I always wanted to pass on my business to someone. I knew Lorelai wouldn't, but there was still that glimmer of hope." The older man felt dispirited. He took a deep breath and faced Luke again, putting a smile on his face. "You're an excellent salesman Lucas. I'll take it."

Luke knew what Richard was feeling. He felt sorry for his father-in-law. He didn't want to know what it felt like to start a business with no heir to take over when he was gone. He was glad he had Will to carry on at the diner. At the same time, he felt guilty for feeling happy when Richard had no one. But on the outside, like his father-in-law, Luke kept a smile on his face and acted like everything was ok.

Lorelai walked into the newspaper offices and looked around for Rory. She spotted Jess first. "Hey stranger," she greeted as she walked up to this desk.

"Oh, hey Lorelai," Jess smiled as he looked up. "What are you doing here?"

"I was gonna see if Rory could get away for lunch. Hey, are you hungry? Why don't you come along?"

"I'd love to, but unfortunately I'm swamped with work. Maybe next time."

"Ok, but I'm holding you to it."

"You always do."

"So, you think I can steal Rory away?"

"Wouldn't be hard."


"Yeah. Considering she hasn't been to work in nearly a month."


"She hasn't been to work since Emily died. Everyone's picking up her assignments and Logan's been putting in more hours. The guy's getting really testy if you ask me. I thought you knew."

"No. Rory's never said a word about this to me. What else about my daughter do you know that I don't know?"

"Between you and me, sounds like they're sorta hitting a rough patch."

"What? About what?"

"No clue. But they really got into it yesterday. I was working late last night and when I left, I passed by the boss's office and there was major yelling going on."

"Rory had dinner with her grandfather last night."

"Phone fight."

"Oh. What was it about?"

"Don't know. I only caught the end of the conversation. It was something about having to work and not coming to dinner on Friday."

"Logan's trying to skip Friday night dinner? Is he crazy?"

"I guess so. I think he's trying to ditch Sunday service to. The lousy bum."

"Work on Sunday. Is it really that bad?"

"Rory was our number one reporter and with her on leave, I don't know if this paper's gonna last very long."

"Oh wow. Ok, I have to get going. Thanks for the scoop."


"Bye Jess." Lorelai headed for the exit. She passed by Logan's office and took a peek inside. He was sitting behind his desk, his tie loosened and his hair a mess. It killed her to see him like this. It killed her even more to know her daughter was the one doing this to him.

Max headed to his office. He had returned to Chilton five years ago to take the position as headmaster. He, Rachel, and their kids still lived in Stars Hollow because of the photo studio Rachel opened a few years prior to Max's job offer. He acknowledged his secretary before walking into his office. He sighed when he saw the back of the head of the student.

"Mr. Danes," he sighed as he made his way behind his oak desk. "We need to stop meeting like this."

"You get your guys to stop sending me here and we won't have to," Will joked.

"And there's that infamous Gilmore wit." Max sat down and picked up the incident report sitting on his desk. "It says here you got into another fight."

"Yeah but…"

"Let me guess. You didn't start it."

"Good, glad we agree. I'll just…" Will started to stand.

"Sit down Mr. Danes," Max instructed. Will sat down. "Why did you hit Mr. Callen?"

"I'm guessing you won't accept the 'He had it coming' excuse." Max shook his head. "How about he tripped and his face landed on my fist?"

"Try again. And let's try the truth this time."

"I hit him because…he came to Stars Hollow yesterday with his dad to talk to Dean Forrester about this construction job Eddie's dad was having done at his office. They met up at the diner and saw my dad. Of course since I look exactly like Pops, Eddie knew who he was."

"So you hit Mr. Callen because you were embarrassed that they saw your father working?"

"No. I'm not embarrassed of my dad. He works hard and does a damn good job at what he does. I hit Eddie because he was making fun of my father. He called him blue collared."

"Well, he is."

"I don't like it when people talk about my family."

"I know that."

"They're all 'Oh cool, you're Richard Gilmore's grandson.' Then when they find out my dad owns a diner, suddenly I'm a nobody. It doesn't matter how hard my dad works. No. It just matters where he works. They make fun of my dad and call me Diner Boy."

"Will, I understand how you're feeling. I know you're angry that they are disrespecting you, your father, and your family, but you can't keep doing this. You can't keep getting into fights. Do you realize you almost broke Mr. Callen's jaw today?"

"I knew his jaw was made of glass if that's what you're asking."

"I can't cut you slack just because I'm friends with your parents."

"I'm not asking you to."

"Good. As for your punishment, you will serve cafeteria duty for one week. I'm not going to call your parents this time, but the next time you're in my office for rough housing I will have no other choice. Is that understood?"

"Yes Headmaster Medina."

"Good. Now go get to class."

Will gathered his things and walked out of the office. On his way to his next class, he thought about what Max had said. He never thought about being embarrassed of what Luke did for a living. It never really mattered…until now. Now that someone knew that his family owned a diner and could make fun of him for it, it made all the difference.

"He just walked up to him and punched him?" Tiffany Galloway asked as they walked down the aisle in Doose's Market.

"They exchanged a few insults first, but basically yeah," Emma replied.

Emma, Tiffany Galloway, and Lynn Kirkland had been best friends since they were two. Tiffany was Miss Patty's niece who came to live with her after her father died and her mother became very ill. Lynn's father was a member of the Dragonfly Inn's kitchen staff. They grew up together and up until high school, they went to school together since preschool. As children, they were inseparable. They told each other everything. Today they were helping Emma get some groceries for her parents.

"Will's always had a temper problem," Lynn remarked. "Those preps at your school should know by now."

"They don't know Will like his friends do. At school he sits by himself and reads Shakespeare. He only talks to me and a few guys from the baseball and track teams. He's a loner."

"I can't imagine your brother being a loser," Tiffany joked.

"She said loner not loser Tiff," Lynn said.

"Same difference."


"What did you call me?"

"Tiff, an oxymoron is a figure of speech or expression that contradicts itself. Like bittersweet," Emma explained.

"If you say so," Tiffany said. "Hey, guess who just came back to town."

"Who?" Lynn asked.

"Tyler Doose."

"Really? Didn't he move away like two years ago?"

"Yup. His grandfather on his mom's side got sick and they moved to Maine to take care of him. He died a month ago and his parents decided to move back into town."

"Didn't Tyler eat dirt in kindergarten?" Emma asked.

"Yeah," Lynn laughed. "And he had those really thick glasses and talked in that nasally tone. That bugged the hell out of me."

"I bet he looks the same," Tiffany remarked. "The Doose clan isn't exactly known for their good looks."

"Yeah, they're known for bugging my family. My dad in particular," Emma joked. She personally had a strong dislike for Tyler Doose. He always picked on her and made her cry. It was a classic Danes-Doose feud. The three girls turned the corner and Emma froze when she caught sight of the bag boy.

"Well hello there. Check out the goods on the new bag boy," Lynn joked.

"He looks familiar," Emma remarked. "Doesn't he look familiar?"

"Is familiar the new word for hot? Because he is hot," Tiffany joked.

"I'll let Paul know you think so," Lynn teased.

"I'm just looking."

"Seriously guys, he looks really familiar," Emma stated. She knew she had seen him before- after all, she lived in Stars Hollow where everyone seriously knows your name along with your family history- but she couldn't remember from where.

"I don't know, but I have to get going," Lynn said. "I've got a lot of homework and I need to get home if I'm going to pretend to do it."

"I need to go too. I told Paul I'd meet him at Luke's for a burger," Tiffany said.

"I'm gonna check out, then I have to get to the inn to help my mom," Emma said.

They said their goodbyes and Tiffany and Lynn left while Emma proceeded to the check out stand. When she got to the register, the bag boy looked up at her and smiled. His name wasn't even printed on his name tag.

"Hi," Emma greeted to be polite. He was cuter up close.

"Hey," he greeted. "Nice outfit. Very 'Hit me baby one more time'."

Emma cursed herself for still being in her Chilton uniform. "It's my school uniform."

"I deduced that."

"You look familiar. Do I know you?"

"I was about to ask you the same thing."

"Are you new in town?"


"What's that supposed to mean?"

He was about to answer when Taylor Doose interrupted him. "Emily!" Taylor called as he walked over to them. "Emily, I'm so glad you're here."

Emma put a smile on her face and faced Taylor. "Good afternoon Mr. Doose. I was just picking up some groceries for my mom and dad. Is there something I can do for you?"

"Yes there is. I've been trying to get a hold of your father all day. I tried calling your house, the diner, and his cell phone, but he isn't answering or returning my calls."

"He's helping my grandfather look for office space in town, but I'm sure he'll get back to you as soon as he can."

Taylor rolled his eyes. "Would you let him know it's very important that I speak with him? I need to talk to him about renewing the lease for the ice cream parlor and something else that is very important."

"Um, shouldn't Mr. Travis Doose be taking care of the lease renewing?"

"You know what they say, if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself."

"Uh, Miss, do you need help out with your bags today?" the bag boy asked.

"That's ok. I live down the street, but thank you for asking," Emma replied nervously.

"Very good young man," Taylor complimented. "Always ask to help the customers. You're learning quickly."

"Thank you Uncle Taylor," the bag boy said.

Uncle Taylor? Emma thought.

"Do you two remember each other?" Taylor asked. The bag boy and Emma looked at each other, then at Taylor. "My boy, you must remember Emma Danes. Emma, this is my great nephew, Tyler Doose."

Next time on "Breakaway": Emma and Tyler catch up on her porch. Rachel witnesses an incident concerning Luke. Logan sees Rory and Colin at Weston's together.

A/N: Someone said something about Richie's hearing disability in the last chapter. You don't HAVE to learn sign language if you have a hearing impairment. Richie was born with the impairment and they weren't sure if he'd be able to use a hearing aide so they learned sign language just in case he didn't learn to talk- or want to. Richie learned because his parents made him (Lol). He can talk, but it won't be often. Just wanted to clear it up.