A/N: Hello lovelies! I'm just starting so I'm new in writing, but I've been reading fan-fics for almost ever. My faves are Trory and Lit. I don't write many stories about Lorelai, but I am a total JavaJunkie. I wrote this when my school was snowed in. If you live in Seattle then you know what I'm talking about.

Summary: Rory got drunk and got pregnant with Dean. After Dean leaves for Chicago, who will be there for her? Trory! Oh yeah this is under different people's POV.

Disclaimer: I sadly don't own them… because if I did, do you think I would be writing fanfics? Didn't thinks so.

Rory POV

Damn. No. No. No. No. No. This can't be happening… no. It's not. Maybe I read the box wrong. Blue means positive. Pink means negative. Oh crap… it is blue. No. This isn't happening. Not to me. My mom maybe, but me? No. I'm the responsible one.

"Lucy! I'm home! Lucy? Rory? Rorrrrrrryyyyy? Where are yooouuu?" Mom said at the top of her voice. No I can't tell her. She'll be crushed.

I quickly put the box away and stuffed the test inside my backpack. I've been feeling really weird for the past week. At school I've been using the bathroom more and I've been throwing up in the middle of the night. I've even thrown up after drinking coffee. Coffee. I never get sick from coffee. I though I might of gotten the stomach flu, but being pregnant? No… I was just checking.

Dean and I got really drunk and the night at the motel was a mistake. I don't even remember what happened, just us. Then in the morning when I woke up he was gone and I was in the really bad-smelling room. I remember just running away. Then I called my mom and told her I was okay and over at Grandma's house, but I was at a lake. I just needed to think. Oh no.

I can't be pregnant. At seventeen? Dean dumped me and left for Chicago and I'm here pregnant? No.

"Rory what are you doing in here?" My mom's voice just sounded so concerned and worried that I just lost it. Talking was the last on my list of things to do. I just cried on my mom's lap thinking of words. Any word that can explain to my mom how in hell did I follow in her silver-lined footsteps into getting pregnant at seventeen.

"I... I… Mom I'm so sor-sorry!" I said sobbing.

"What? Honey what did you do? Oh. No," she saw the instructions for the test on my lap.

I just nodded and threw the test out of my bag and cried. By now both of us had tears in our eyes.