Stars Hallow's Princess

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Thank you to Mertail04 for reading <3

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"get up!" Rorys voice rang in my ear as i turned in my bed

"why?" i cryed

"cause we have school idiot!" She hollered from her room

I get up, my hand finding my eyes as i sheild them from the light, i blindly walk downstairs and into Rorys room

"can you not scream?" i ask

"why? you hungover?" She teases, brushing her hair

"yes, because im not a pussy" i spit, and untuck the hair from her ears

I walk into the kitchen, and turn on the coffee machine

I hear the front door open, and then close, mom walks into the kitchen and sets the stuff i left at Noah's on the table

"oh?" i questioned, pouring her a cup of coffee

"couldnt sleep, so i caught a cab, got your car and your stuff" She said, before taking a long sip of her hot coffee

"thanks" i say, kissing her cheek "do you mind if i stay home from school today?"

"sure honey" she says "how come?"

"hangover" i tell her, she laughs and i pour three more cups of coffee

I walk into Rorys room and set it on her vanity "thanks"

I walk back out and take a sip of my coffee

"instead of staying here all day, do you think you and Noah could go to lukes"

"why?"

"well, i dont know, it would be better then two teenagers sitting in a house all day with no adults"

I shake my head "were not gonna do anything" i assure her

"i know, but im a parent, Lory, im gonna worry about that stuff"

"ok, we'll go in and help luke"

"thanks honey" she kisses my forehead and peaks into Rorys room "come on honey, im gonna drive you to school"

"your going to that parent thing?" i ask, kissing her cheek while she puts on her heels

"yup"

"ill see you guys later" i give rory a hug, which she dosent aknowledge at all

They leave, and a bring Noahs coffee to him

He's still fast asleep on the couch and i sit it on the coffeetable

Leaning on the doorframe, i stare at noah, admirring how beautiful he is

"morning" he mummbles in a deep voice

my eyes widen and my stomach does a little flip

"m-morning" i say, quickly walking into the kitchen

i run my hands through my naughty hair

Why did that one word make my knees weak? was it thec word or how he said it? god that voice makes me wanna-

"you ok?" He quips, sitting at the kitchen table, his coffee in hand

I look at him and his messy brown hair

"uh, ya, im fine" i smile weakly, and look away

I steady my breahting and take my coffee and sit beside him

"mom said it would be ok if we didnt go to school today" i mummble, not making eye contact

"okay, so what are we gonna do?"