Well, here I finally go. My first fic. This one is going to be...interesting. I'm only hoping I get the characters down alright. This is all based on Gilmore Girls, I own nothing - I'm pretty sure it belongs to the goddess Amy Sherman-Palladino! Love that woman. This takes place just before Lorelai gets pregnant & on...her gorgeous transformation to rebellious teen to loving mother. Yay!

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Lorelai had once more holed herself up in her prissy room. It was like a comeback from Valley of the Dolls, only far more frills and much less chills...no...still chills. It seemed as though, despite the fact that she had every material thing a girl could wish for, she still had nothing to comfort her. And no one.

Well... A broad smile spread across her face as she swiped at her tears. She stood up, slipping on her jeans and Bangles t-shirt. As she slid open the window, the wind toyed with her dark brown hair, looking back in the midnight hour. Dropping her boots below her, bright blue eyes shining mischeiviously, she slowly climbed out and down her balcony. After slipping her boots back on, she hurried off of the Gilmore property, glad to have the caring cloak of night covering her shoulders.

Soon she slowed to a walk, thinking about the yelling match she'd just had with her parents. This time it was about school, and Christopher. Since she'd started dating Chris, her grades had dropped from it's straight A's to a steady stream of B's and C's. Big whoop, she was passing, at least...Mitzi was noticing the difference in grade, though, as Mitzi always did. And Mitzi was noticing Lorelai and Christopher's more frequent fights.

As she approached the Hayden property, Lorelai hesitated. Straub and Francine by no means liked Lorelai. They were scared for how far it would go, whereas her parents figured that, once Lorelai's grades were up, her and Chris would turn out perfect for each other. Chris would become a huge insurance businessman and Lorelai would become. . .her mother.

The springtime was a gorgeous time of year, and Lorelai made herself think about the cherry blossoms that surrounded her as she neared Chris' house - just to keep her mind off...things.

When Christopher came up to his room, he was mildly surprised to see Lorelai sitting there. He quickly went over and kissed her deeply. "Thanks for that," Lorelai teased as he sat beside her, leaving one hand to cup the nape of her neck and toy with her gorgeous hair.

"No problem. Any reason for the impromtu visit?" Christopher's eyes glittered in the low light in his room. God, Lorelai just loved to look at him - his eyes seemed so full of life.

"Not really. Is there ever?" Lorelai sighed. "The infamous Gilmores are deciding to reprimand me for the falling GPA."

Christopher smiled, trying to comfort her. "Who can blame who? Chilton is...Chilton."

"Only the most evil establishment on the planet." Lorelai grinned. "It's like a terribly bad form of -"

"Christopher! I want you to come directly back down here!" Despite the statement they heard footsteps on the stairs.

Lorelai winced. "Oooh...Straub doesn't like me." A woman's voice was added to the beckoning. "Francine less so."

"Francine doesn't like anybody." Chris pulled Lorelai to her feet, kissing her breifly. "Tomorrow is the dinner at your house. I'm not sure it's going to be altogether civil. Are you ready?"

"Who can be, Chris?" Lorelai's bright blue eyes saddened. "I don't want to be stuck here forever."

"Oh, Lore...we'll get out, I promise." He kissed her passionately, and let her go to his open window, climbing down just as soon as Straub began pounding on his door. "It is open, you know." Now it was his turn. He turned to face his parents.

Francine's black hair was up and perfect - as usual, while Straub's face was red with frustration. "Christopher, you need to stop seeing that girl immediately. Can't you see that she's bringing down your potential?"

"Potential, Dad? If Lorelai's doing anything, she's making me better - more respon -"

"Christopher," Francine interrupted, closing her eyes. She looked at her son, a powerful look in her eyes. "You need to begin thinking of Princeton. If Lorelai decides to hold you back..."

Christopher was apalled. "If I don't go to Princeton, mother, it would be my decision, whether I'm with Lorelai or not. I love her, though, and right now, I'd do just about anything for her."

Lorelai lifted her head toward the moon as Christopher's words drifted down to her. She sighed, smiling contentedly. Finally, for once in her life, she was loved.

But did she feel loved? She wasn't sure, even as she walked back into the hellhole commonly referred to as 'home.'

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R&R, please! Give me suggestions, anything! I'll be following the storyline, just putting it into a fic context...bwah!