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A/N: Never written a fic before so be gentle. Please review. I know where I want this to go, but if you want to see something let me know and I'll see what can get done. This won't be a long fic maybe 6 chapters. I'm not 100% sure yet. Also, I hate seeing fics not finished so this will definitely get finished. Thanks and I hope you guys like this.

CHAPTER 1

Rory comes home to find the house dark and the end of "Nobody Knows" by Pink coming from her daughter's room. She gives it a minute for the next song to play hoping for the best, but then she hears it. Janis Joplin. "Piece of my Heart." Rory knew it was the nail in the coffin.

Her daughter had flings and she had heard this mix before, but the difference now was that this was her daughter's first real boyfriend and apparently break up. Rory remembered when her and Dean first broke up she was so heartbroken, but once she got over the initial shock she wanted everything gone. She knew she needed to get to Sam before she started to through away stuff.

"Hey Sam?" Rory called knocking on her daughter's door. That's when the music turned up.

Rory understood needing and wanting to be left alone after a break up. She just knew she needed to talk to Sam before her father got home.

"Sam Lorelai . . ."

"What?!" Sam yelled throwing her door open and cutting her mom off.

Sam didn't mean to yell at her mom, but her mother always left her alone after a break up. Given that her and her mom always talked about everything she thought it was odd that her mom let her be after the first break up, but she appreciated the space.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell. I've just had a long day and I don't want to deal,'' Sam explained to her mom.

"Thanks for the apology, kid, means a lot. I know I generally leave you be, but I got to tell you I think this break up is different," Rory said to her daughter.

"How do you know Matt and I broke up?" Sam looked at her mother.

"Janis Joplin. You got to do better than that kid,"

"Oh, that's right, I just don't want to talk about it right now. Wait!? What makes you think this is different?"

"Go, sit, I'll be right out. I have to get something," Rory went to her room and grabbed four boxes.

Three hadn't been added to for years and the fourth constantly getting new additions of memories. With four boxes in hand she made her way down to the couch to her daughter. She wanted to make sure that her daughter got the opportunity her mom gave her. The only difference was she wasn't going to hide it from Sam like her mom hid it from her.

"Here," Rory handed Sam one of the boxes and started to explain. "Many, many years ago I had my first boyfriend. Obviously, that was followed by my first break up. I wanted everything he gave me or touched thrown out. I put everything in a box and gave it to your grandmother to throw out. Your grandmother being who she is kept the box. I found it once and she told me I will probably want to remember the good times sometime in the future and I am glad she held on to it for me." Rory paused trying to give Sam a chance to process.

"I'm figuring that this story has a point and that this is one of the boxes. Who's Tristan?" Sam asked.

"Well the point is that I think this is different because this relationship seemed to be more than a fling. I think you really cared for him. That being said Dean was my first boyfriend unlike you I didn't have flings. We were head over heels for each other. I don't want you to give me a box to throw away and then stumble upon it. I want you to give me the box knowing that I'll hold on to it if you ever want it, but I promise you'll never find it if that's what you want," Rory stated.

"Ok. Maybe. So, what are these boxes for? And who is Tristan? I ask once again," Sam pointed at the other three boxes and shaking the one in her hand.

Rory sighed and took the lid off her Tristan box. "Just so you know Tristan and I never dated, but kissed once. Our banter was actually our way of flirting. I didn't realize it til he was gone that I did actually like him. Given this I made him a box."

"So, what's in the box mom?" Sam asked.

To Be Continued . . .