A/N: I know I'm still working on 'Drunk or Not', but bare with me here. Lol.

Disclaimer: Last night I owned GG, but...then I woke up, :(...Does that count? Lol.

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November 2007

"Why don't you just back off man!" Daniel Hayden was past frustrated now. He doesn't even remember how this all started.

"You don't think I know what you're doing?" Jess Mariano spits menacingly.

"No and I don't care to find out so if you'll excuse me." Danny pushes past him and the next thing he knows he's flying across the bar and slams into the table. He curses under his breath and struggles up and quickly grabs the bottle on the counter near him. "You wanna fight me?" He holds the bottle by the mouthpiece and breaks it on the counter. "Let's do it!" He doesn't even get a chance to do anything before people are pulling at him and sirens sound in the distance. Then guys are pulling him in all directions.

"Danny, forget him! Come on man!" One of the guys pull at his shirt. He drops the bottle and moves into the onrush of people scattering to the doors and doesn't look back.

July 2008

Rory walks back to her drawer and pulls out the remaining clothes and carries them to the suitcase on her bed. She begins grumbling under her breath. At this point Lorelai enters.

"Talking to yourself again, kid?"

Rory ignores the comment. "I don't see why I have to go to Philadelphia just to see him."

"If by him, you mean Chris then you know how bad he wants to see you." Lorelai starts but Rory interrupts.

"Then why doesn't he come here?"

"He says he's busy, he can't come now but he really wants to see you…"

Rory had tuned her out since the word 'busy'. It wasn't that she didn't want to see him or anything, its just that she needed the summer to prepare for Yale. "Busy, right." She repeats. "Perfect time." She closes her bag harshly and picks it up and heads to the door.

"Call me when you—"Lor is cut off by the door closing. "—get there." She continues anyway. "And tell Danny hi for me. Thanks hun." She sighs and looks around the room.

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Rory grabs her bag from the luggage rack and spins around and looks for some sign of Chris. She sighs and walks outside the double doors and heads down the sidewalk. Before she gets three feet, her bag is being taken out of her hand. She quickly turns around and fights the urge to panic when she sees Danny standing there. She stops in her tracks.

"Oh my god." She hugs him. "What are you doing here? I thought dad was coming." She starts.

He grins. "You're not happy to see me?"

Rory rolls her eyes. "You know I am." She hands over her other bag as he leads her back to his car.

"Good, because you know its been two years?" He throws the bags in the back of his Ford Mustang despite Rory's warnings of 'fragile' items.

"I know the last thing I remember is your birthday party." She admits getting in the car and closing the door. "What happened to your hand?" She notices a brief scar on the indent between his thumb and pointer finger.

"Huh?" He looks down at his hand and hesitates. "Ah…its nothing. Just some glass. No big deal." He pulls away from the curb. "How's mom?"

"She's good." Beat. "She misses you."

He nods and clenches his jaw. "I miss her, too." Pause. "Make sure you tell her that when you get back, okay?"

"You're already looking forward to my departure, huh?" She jokes. "She knows you do."

He nods. "Just…tell her anyway."

"Okay." Rory nods before looking out the window. "Danny?" He looks at her. "I missed you, too."

He smiles. "I know. I missed you too, kiddo."

She rolls her eyes again. "Don't call me that, you sound like dad." She sighs. He nods understanding. "Besides, I'm not a kid."

"You're not? But you're only what…" He pretends to ponder. "…fifteen?"

Rory shoves him. "Seventeen."

"Seventeen? No." Beat. "You can't be that'd make me…"

"Twenty-one." Rory fills in the blank.

Danny scoffs. "I'm at least nineteen." Rory looks at him disbelievingly. "Twenty-one? Really? God I'm old." He looks at her. "So college next year, huh?" He changes the subject.

"Yep." She continues looking out the window.

"A lot of boyfriends?"

"Actually, yes." He looks at her disbelievingly. She laughs at the expression on his face. "I'm kidding." She shrugs. "There was one guy, but, it didn't work out."

"Good." He sighs. "Keep it that way." He says seriously. Rory rolls her eyes, but smiles unconsciously.

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A/N: Tell me what you think! Should I keep it up? I promise it gets interesting!