Why
Disclaimer: I own nothing. A/N: This chapter does not introduce the plot. That will happen next. Some characters are OOC in this fic, but please read and review, anyway. Thanks. This all happens near the end of last season.
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"Mom, you weren't there!" Rory screamed.
"I told you, I'm sorry, honey." Lorelai pleaded with her daughter.
"What on earth could have made you forget?"
"I just did, okay?"
"No, not okay. I told you that it was important to me. I told you to be there. But you weren't."
"I really am sorry."
"Well, sorry doesn't always cut it. Why can't you just tell me where you were?"
"I.I-"
"Or is it some secret that you can't even tell your own daughter? I thought we didn't keep secrets. I have always been honest with you! Is this what I get for that? I work to make you trust me. I do everything I can think of. And for what? You aren't even here to meet my new boyfriend from school! Didn't you want to meet him?"
"Of course I did, honey. I just got tied up at work and."
"Right, work. That's your excuse for everything. You didn't even get back until after I had gone to sleep."
"But it's true."
"It is going to take more than that to earn my trust back." And with that she was out the door and on her way to school. Rory didn't want to leave now. She wanted to talk this out of course, but she was late and figured that she could cool off at school. She would, of course have to apologize again to Mark for her mother's behavior, but she knew that he would understand. He was great to her.
Jess had gone back to New York over two months ago to take care of his mother, who was getting very sick, and Rory had decided, after 3 weeks, that the long distance relationship wouldn't work out.
Then, about a week ago, she found Mark Harol. Mark wasn't exactly new to the school. No, he just wasn't very active in the school. His mother, he had told Rory, had made him join a club: Any club he wanted. Of course he had chosen to be on The Franklin. He loved to write and wanted to be a reporter. That's the first time Rory had seen him. She hadn't given him much thought. Sure, he was attractive. She didn't deny that. But he hadn't looked like he had given her much thought either. He just sat there taking whatever came. When Paris handed him the worst topic at one of the meetings, he didn't protest. He just looked up and said, "Okay." That was at least a few months ago. Maybe even before she and Dean had broken up. She didn't remember.
The truth was that Rory wasn't even sure when she had become attracted to him. No, it just happened. Finally, a week ago, Mark stopped her after a meeting and asked if she wanted to do something sometime. She had been rather surprised. She didn't like to date strangers, but something in his eyes had driven her to accept his offer. It hadn't been desperation, just this energy in them, like he was the happiest person in the world just by talking to her. They had been going out ever since.
Last night, Rory had planned to introduce him to her mother. At 6:30 they were going to meet at the diner and have supper. Lorelai had never showed. Rory and Mark had ordered and eaten anyway. Mark drove her home around 9:00. She hadn't seen her mother until this morning. That's when they had fought. Rory knew that she should let this go. They could always reschedule, but the thing that bothered her the most was that her mother hadn't even called. It was like she had stood them up.
Rory got onto her bus and rode to school. When she stepped off the bus, she wasn't surprised to see Mark waiting for her. He had light brown hair and brown eyes. His hair was just long enough to look carefree, but not shaggy. With a light kiss, they headed toward the gates of Chilton, the thick bars looking a bit more inviting than they had a few years ago.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. A/N: This chapter does not introduce the plot. That will happen next. Some characters are OOC in this fic, but please read and review, anyway. Thanks. This all happens near the end of last season.
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"Mom, you weren't there!" Rory screamed.
"I told you, I'm sorry, honey." Lorelai pleaded with her daughter.
"What on earth could have made you forget?"
"I just did, okay?"
"No, not okay. I told you that it was important to me. I told you to be there. But you weren't."
"I really am sorry."
"Well, sorry doesn't always cut it. Why can't you just tell me where you were?"
"I.I-"
"Or is it some secret that you can't even tell your own daughter? I thought we didn't keep secrets. I have always been honest with you! Is this what I get for that? I work to make you trust me. I do everything I can think of. And for what? You aren't even here to meet my new boyfriend from school! Didn't you want to meet him?"
"Of course I did, honey. I just got tied up at work and."
"Right, work. That's your excuse for everything. You didn't even get back until after I had gone to sleep."
"But it's true."
"It is going to take more than that to earn my trust back." And with that she was out the door and on her way to school. Rory didn't want to leave now. She wanted to talk this out of course, but she was late and figured that she could cool off at school. She would, of course have to apologize again to Mark for her mother's behavior, but she knew that he would understand. He was great to her.
Jess had gone back to New York over two months ago to take care of his mother, who was getting very sick, and Rory had decided, after 3 weeks, that the long distance relationship wouldn't work out.
Then, about a week ago, she found Mark Harol. Mark wasn't exactly new to the school. No, he just wasn't very active in the school. His mother, he had told Rory, had made him join a club: Any club he wanted. Of course he had chosen to be on The Franklin. He loved to write and wanted to be a reporter. That's the first time Rory had seen him. She hadn't given him much thought. Sure, he was attractive. She didn't deny that. But he hadn't looked like he had given her much thought either. He just sat there taking whatever came. When Paris handed him the worst topic at one of the meetings, he didn't protest. He just looked up and said, "Okay." That was at least a few months ago. Maybe even before she and Dean had broken up. She didn't remember.
The truth was that Rory wasn't even sure when she had become attracted to him. No, it just happened. Finally, a week ago, Mark stopped her after a meeting and asked if she wanted to do something sometime. She had been rather surprised. She didn't like to date strangers, but something in his eyes had driven her to accept his offer. It hadn't been desperation, just this energy in them, like he was the happiest person in the world just by talking to her. They had been going out ever since.
Last night, Rory had planned to introduce him to her mother. At 6:30 they were going to meet at the diner and have supper. Lorelai had never showed. Rory and Mark had ordered and eaten anyway. Mark drove her home around 9:00. She hadn't seen her mother until this morning. That's when they had fought. Rory knew that she should let this go. They could always reschedule, but the thing that bothered her the most was that her mother hadn't even called. It was like she had stood them up.
Rory got onto her bus and rode to school. When she stepped off the bus, she wasn't surprised to see Mark waiting for her. He had light brown hair and brown eyes. His hair was just long enough to look carefree, but not shaggy. With a light kiss, they headed toward the gates of Chilton, the thick bars looking a bit more inviting than they had a few years ago.