A/N: I know I have like a million stories that aren't done, and I am currently writing another million, but I keep getting new inspiration. You can't argue with inspiration, can you?

Summary- Completely AU. Rory is the daughter of Emily and Richard, not granddaughter. Sorry, there's no Lorelia. If you don't like that, then sorry, but she couldn't fit into the story. Rory's never lived in Stars Hollow, she's always been in the high society life, and hated it. This is currently set when she's 21, but will flashback to when she was 16 and met an older Jess in New York. If you're confused, message me and I'll try and explain it a bit better. Looks like a cluster fuck now, but it will clear up.

Before reading you should watch the trailer and then opening credits. For the (dot) put in a period. won't let me post URLs. Sorry about that.

URL for trailer- for opening credits- http://www(dot)youtube(dot)com/watch?v4tO-CvA15uk

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Rory Gilmore, daughter of Emily and Richard Gilmore, is married. Married to Logan Huntzberger. There isn't necessarily anything wrong with Logan, just the fact that Rory wasn't in love with him. Don't feel too bad, he doesn't love Rory either. The marriage was arranged. They don't talk all that much, and feel pretty awkward around each other. Two very different people, Logan and Rory are. Logan loves being rich. Loves all the parties, and extravagant things he can buy. Rory hates it. Hates the maids, the sense of entitlement, and most of all, the people. She doesn't like big houses. She always feels cold and like she's too small in them. She likes small cozy places. Probably why even to this day she likes to sit in her closet when no ones around.

Rory is sitting by her window looking out onto the long driveway, the lawn that looks like it was big enough for a golf course, and those stupid slightly pornographic statues. She unconsciously wrinkles her nose and begins to think of where she'd like to live. Flashes come back into her head.

"It's not much, but it's all I can afford." The dark-haired twenty-three year old said.

"No, I like it. It's… cozy." Rory scanned the apartment. Books piled messily over every surface in the place. There was a miniscule kitchen to the left, and to the right there was a short hall with two doors Rory walked to the couch, plopping down and making a face as something jabbed into her back. Pulling it out from behind her, it was a book. "Ernest Hemmingway?" A look of disgust came over her.

"What? He's brilliant."

"Sure. If you need a cure for insomnia, he's brilliant." A look of disbelief came over the man's face, his jaw dropping almost to the floor.

"Take that back."

"Never." The man lunged onto the couch, tickling Rory.

"Take it back!" He yelled over her screaming and laughing.

"Never!!" She once again yelled. As a response, he started to tickle her more. Rory, now in a fetal position gave in. "Okay, I take it back."

"What?" He asked, not letting up.

"I take it back!!" He stopped.

"I thought so."

"You're evil." Rory pointed an accusing finger up at him, which he leant down and playfully bit.

"Not as evil as you are." He was hovering over her. Rory gave him a slight peck on the lips before turning on her side. He settled lying behind her on the couch, his arm draped over her waist.

"Maybe." Rory concedes.

"Mrs. Huntzberger." The maid startles Rory, and she almost falls off the window ledge. "There's someone at the door for you."

"Thanks." She gets up and takes her time down the stairs and to the door. It's probably not anyone she wants to talk to. Opening the door, Rory almost thinks she's seeing things. The man standing before her looking at his shoes, being the man she was just thinking about. "Jess."

He looks up suddenly, not having heard Rory open the door. He tries to smile slightly. "Hey."

Rory steps outside, closing the door behind her, then crossing her arms over her chest defensively as if Jess is going to hurt her. "What are you doing here?"

"I don't really know. I missed you, I came to see you."

She nods slowly. "Okay."

"You want to get something to eat or drink?"

"I can't." Already, her knees start to get weak.

"Why not?"

"Because I'm married, Jess!" She explodes showing him her left hand, weighed down by a huge diamond. Shock covers his face. He hadn't expected her to be married. Not expected, or not wanted to expect. One or the other. "I waited for you, I did. But I couldn't wait forever."

"So you got married?" Jess is suddenly mad for some reason.

"I had to!"

"No you didn't."

"You don't know. In this life, you're married by the time you're eighteen. I pushed it until twenty thinking, that by then he surely will have come. But I was stupid. Waiting on a guy to save me? Life isn't a fairytale. It took me way too long to figure that out."

"Do you love him?"

"You need to go." Rory doesn't want to answer because they both know the answer is no, but she doesn't want to give him the satisfaction of having her say it.

"Do you love him?" Jess repeats a little more insistent.

"Jess, it doesn't matter! I'm married whether I love him or not. Not loving him isn't going to change the fact that he's my husband." With her voice raised like this, the neighbors will surely hear, and she doesn't need that, so she makes an effort to lower her voice a little.

"Rory." Jess tries, stepping towards her, she steps back and looks away from him, not wanting him to see how hurt she is too. He blinks a few times, staring at her stiff form that won't take her eyes off a small stain on the walkway. Jess thinks he sees a glisten in her eyes from unshed tears, but shakes it off. He hates it when she cries. Without another word, be takes a few steps back before turning around and walking away.

Rory looks up to his back, shoulders slumped, walking down the long driveway. That image is what sends the tears she had been trying to hold back for so long, cascading down her face. She reaches out once, wanting to stop him, apologize, take it all back, tell him that she'll run away with him. But she won't. She just lets the hand fall to her stomach, because she feels like she's about to vomit. A sob escapes her mouth as she looks around, wanting to run away. Run away from the house, the situation, her life. Really not wanting to go back into the big, cold house, she walks to the gardens, reveling in the feeling of wet grass between her toes. She never put on shoes when she was in the house. She was supposed to, but hated it.

Finally, Rory takes a deep breath and looks around, resigned to the fact that this is her life, whether she likes it or not.

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AN: Whoo. That was hard to write. I couldn't decide whether to write in present, or past tense. I hate writing in past tense, but I couldn't write the flashback in present tense as well as the actual story. I hope everyone liked it. Now don't be lazy, and review.