Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls or any of it's characters.

A/N: Okay, this chapter has been sitting in my computer for the longest time. And, I'm sorry, but a perfectly good story can't go to waste. I really hope you like this. It's actually going to be very different than anything I've ever written. I'm excited. I really hope you guys like it. I'll continue if I get enough reviews and enough people who want me to add more chapters. So, review please!

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Beautiful eyes.

Love.

Electricity.

It'll kill you.

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The tall long legged girl, in all of the men's eyes, walked out of the computer class and sat down on the bench conveniently stationed right next to the door. Maybe it wasn't so wise to sit there, in the end. She had a book placed on her lap and she would continuously push her hair out of her face, concentrating on the words that flowed through the book. It was her daily summer schedule. She would wait until her brother came and got her, on that same bench and read. Interruptions were not welcome. But, she made an exception for this one.

He tapped his foot quickly, in front of her, casting a shadow upon her. She took a frustrated look up and gave him the best death glare she could muster up with The Great Gatsby running through her mind. It was not love at first site. It didn't exist in her life, and in most of the people around her. 'What?' she asked, putting a place in her book and slamming it shut.

He shrugged, hovering over her. 'Can I sit here?'

She gave him a know-it-all kind of look. 'I don't like it when people hover. It makes me nervous.'

He didn't pay attention, and just sat right down next to her. She wasn't used to this, usually guys would just ask and ask until they got her permission to sit. But, it didn't seem that he was at all interested in her. He treated her as if she was some guy that he knew all his life. The first thing he did was take a ciggerate out and blow a big puff of smoke in her face.

She was disturbed by this, but just opened her book.

He looked straight at her, and watched her mouth the words in the book sentence by sentence. He wondered how many times she had actually read that book. He looked at her up and down, and was curious. She had a tank top, but seemed very petrified by it, since she would just try to cover herself up every chance she got. She had jeans, though. He didn't think that she would ever even go for something so "racy" as shorts. But, she didn't notice one bit that he was staring at her.

He looked at the book cover, it was torn and shattered. He could tell it was old. In tiny letters, "Lorelai Gilmore" was written on the side.

'You know, it's very obvious that you have your name on the cover. No guy is ever going to be able to ask for your name without making themselves look mentally challenged. One conversation piece taken away. What a shame…' He smirked, 'Should I just ask for your phone number?'

She turned her head and looked at him like he had just taken off his shorts or something. 'I don't think that I want to do that.' He could tell that she had moved at least an inch away from him.

He rolled his eyes. 'Relax. I'm not some kind of kidnapper or something. Besides, I'm too good for you.'

This Lorelai Gilmore seemed appalled to be hearing this. 'Excuse me?'

He stuck another ciggerate in his mouth. 'Kidding. God, Lorelai, give me at least a little bit of credit.'

'Rory.' She muttered, tucking her hair behind her ear.

'Rory, then.' He nodded, 'Want a ride?'

Rory sat up, and put her book in her pack-pack. Everything he seemed to say made her want to run farther away. She shook her head shyly. 'My brother's picking me up. Uh—bye.' She said in a low voice, and stood up, walking down the sidewalk slowly.

But, he wouldn't give up. Closely following her, he made conversation. 'Why are you here? You seem smart. I don't think anyone would make you come to summer school.'

She looked back at him and sighed. 'It was voluntary.'

He stopped. 'Oh. Your that kind.'

Rory stopped all of a sudden too. 'Okay, I don't know who you think you are. But, I would advice you to not make any more comments to me. And I'm not that kind. Just because I like to learn, it doesn't make me some kind of alien.'

He smirked.

'Why are you here?' She couldn't help asking.

'Liz made me. Grades haven't been that great.' He shrugged, 'We do live different lives, Rory. I'm surprised.' He said this in a sarcastic tone, and then stalked off.

This whole conversation had been kind of surprising to her, so, her brother had to beep and yell ten times before he got her attention. When she finally jumped into the car, he was curious.

'What's wrong with you?' asked Charlie, looking at himself in the mirror. 'Bad day at geek camp?'

Rory took her book out again and ignored him all the way home.

The door of the Gilmore home creaked open when they finally got home. Their mother, Lorelai also, came running down the stairs as fast as she could. She jumped up and down, putting on her heals with only one hand. 'What took you guys so long? I'm going to be late for my date.' She barked, 'Never giving you the keys again.' She snatched the keys from Charlie's hand and rushed out the door. She completely ignored Rory's other sister, August, who was walking through the door.

August smiled. 'Good. She's finally leaving this stink hole and going on a date. Peace and quiet.'

'Boyfriend coming over?' Charlie rolled his eyes, dropping on the couch and snatching up the control before anyone else could get it. 'Rory, get me a beer, will you? Picking you up is thirsty work.'

'You mean getting off your lazy butt…' She mumbled under her breath.

'What was that?' Charlie looked at her in a threatening way, pointing his big finger at the kitchen.

August took his finger and pushed it down. 'You're a complete lunatic if you think your going to be down here when Tanec gets here.'

'What kind of name is Tanec?' Charlie said lazily, flipping the channels.

'Well, I might as well find a boyfriend that matches the same weird name quality as me. Now get out of here, slug.' She walked up to the television and turned it off.

'Hey, I never even knew that you could do that.'

Rory rolled her eyes, and ran quietly upstairs. She dropped on her head and sighed, she turned her head to a picture of the family picture that she had to keep next to her bed. In the small bedside table. Her cell phone vibrated in her pocket, so she turned her head away from the picture frame and seized her phone.

'Hello?' Her tired voice filled the speaker.

A gruff voice answered, he cleared his voice. 'Oh, sweetheart, hello. It's your father. I was calling to ask about your day.'

Daddy dearest calling for the first time in five months. She heard her stepmother giggling on the other side of the phone. She sat up, sighing.

'I've been fine now, for five months.'

'Oh, has it been that long? I'm sorry, baby, it's just been hard to umm, get away.' She heard another giggle escape his wife.

She changed the phone to her other ear. 'It's fine. I've barely noticed….'