Ok so now I'm going to try to write a Gilmore Girl's fic, obviously. Hopefully, it will be more original than my Harry Potter one. I have a couple of ideas where this will go and I think they're pretty original. I don't know if I'm going to stick with this title though. I also don't know how well I can write the banter between the Gilmore girls but I will try. So here goes nothing. Hope you like it.

"Mmkay, time out!" Rory Gilmore pulled back from her boyfriend. Her blue eyes sparkled at him.

"What? My kissing abilities too much for you Ace?" Logan's face broke out into his notorious grin. He tucked a piece of Rory's deep brown hair behind her ear.

"You think too much of yourself Logan Huntzberger." Rory smiled and leaned back, sinking into the back of the couch. She looked around at her apartment. A quaint little kitchen was off to the side although it was rarely used. The refrigerator was stocked with sodas and TV dinners. Her roommate's room was through the first door on the left. Rory's room was through the next door, she saw the faint glow of her laptop within. The rest of the apartment was cluttered with charts and posters, her roommate's reaction to the ending of senior year. Rory looked back at her boyfriend as he spoke.

"For good reason." Rory shook her head at him. "So my kissing skills don't intimidate you?" Logan leaned his face closer to hers. She leaned forward.

"Not one bit," she replied as she closed the gap between them.

"I'm hom…oh god you two get a room!" Rory's roommate, Paris Gellar entered the apartment. She threw her keys on the table by the door. "I mean you do live here Rory, there's a room all you own through that door right there." She pointed. "With a bed where you two can do all this and whatever else you care to do. Doyle and I don't have sex on that couch well except that one time."

Logan and Rory stood up quickly. "Oh gross!" Rory looked disgusted.

"And on that note, I'm gonna get going Ace." Logan pecked Rory on the cheek.

"I'm going to go see my mom anyways," Rory assured him as she led him to the door. "After I shower," she added with another disgusted look at the couch.

"Bye Paris!" Logan called over his shoulder. She nodded in return and then Logan left the apartment, shutting the door gently behind him. Rory walked to her bedroom, Paris close on her heels.

"So are you and Logan still all Dawson and Joey?"

"Did you even watch that show? Nothing good could be said about Dawson and Joey's relationship. And they don't even end up together."

"Fine then are you two still like Joey and what's his name?"

"Pacey."

"What?"

"That's…never mind."

"Ok fine, are things still going smoothly with you and Lover Boy?" Rory smiled.

"Yes they are." She bustled around the room picking up clothes here and there.

"That's swell," Paris said a bit sarcastically. She paused for a moment before getting to the topic she really wanted to talk about. "Well anyway, today's agenda." Paris sank onto Rory's bed and pulled a large notebook onto her lap. "Scuba diving lessons at noon, then a business seminar at four. And finally, dinner with some Yale alumni. I think I've got all the bases covered. We've got a doctor, a lawyer," she ticked them off on her fingers. "…an actuary, and an animal trainer in case Rico Suave keeps you distracted and you fail out of your last semester."

"You forgot the butcher, the baker, and the candlestick maker." Rory smiled before picking up a towel.

"Haha," Paris said unenthusiastically. "I'm just trying to make sure that you don't end up in a cardboard box on the side of a highway with a needle sticking out of your arm while your twenty children skip along around you."

"Well I appreciate the concern, but like I said I'm going to see my mom today."

"I thought you just said that to get rid of Logan." Paris looked genuinely confused. Rory rolled her eyes. "Well I'll take notes for you. Where are you going?" Rory walked out of the bedroom.

"I wasn't kidding about the shower."

Rory pulled up behind her mother's jeep in the driveway. As she got out of the car, she looked up at the small house in front of her. The small house that held big memories. This was where Rory grew up, after she and her mother had left the inn of course. She walked up onto the porch that was tucked snugly next to the white exterior of the house. Her keys jingled as she carefully unlocked the door. "Lucy I'm home!" Rory called as she entered the house. She set her bags down in the foyer.

"Rory is that you? It's been so long since you've been home, I hardly remember what you look like." Lorelai Gilmore strode into the foyer, her long brown hair pulled back in a ponytail and her blue eyes twinkling. "What happened to the Mohawk," she touched Rory's head. "And the nose ring?" She lifted Rory's chin.

"The Mohawk required too much maintenance and the nose ring got infected." Rory hugged her mom.

"Don't tell me you got rid of the tattoo too." Lorelai led Rory to the kitchen.

"Well it would be hard to explain another guy's name on my butt to Logan."

"Ahh!" Lorelai cover her ears and made a face. "I don't like to think about anyone but me ever seeing your butt." She handed Rory a Coke.

"You haven't seen my butt in twenty years," Rory pointed out.

"I mean it is a cute butt and it does deserve to be seen, but…"

"Mom!" Rory cut her mother off. "I'm in a place called reality, please join me."

"Right. Tonight we will have a perfectly well balance meal." Lorelai pulled a bowl off the counter.

"What is that?" Rory asked, eyeing the myriad of food within the glass bowl.

"This here is a brilliant concoction that I made up myself." The two began to walk into the living room. "The bottom is a layer of Poptarts, marshmallows on top of that, Hershey's bar pieces on top of that, Red vines on top of that, Skittles…"

"Ok enough! I'd rather not know what I'm eating."

"I call it Layers o' Death." Lorelai placed the bowl on the coffee table before sitting down next to Rory on the couch. "Oh I almost forgot the onion ring side dish." She walked back towards the kitchen.

"So were you in a bit of an Irish mood when you named it?" Rory tentatively picked up a bit of the "meal" in front of her and tasted it. It wasn't half bad.

"Well Alexander was on when I first made it." Lorelai came back into the room and set the onion rings beside the Layers o' Death.

"First made it? How many times have you eaten this?"

"Every day this week." Lorelai gave a devilish smile.

"And how exactly is this well balanced?"

"Well…" Lorelai handed Rory a fork. "Onions are a vegetable aren't they?

"Yeah but…"

"And," Lorelai stressed the and. "The Poptarts are strawberry. And I know for a fact that strawberries are a fruit. See perfectly balance." Rory took a bite and licked her fork clean.

"Silly me, how dare I even question the genius that is Lorelai Gilmore."

"Here, here." Lorelai raised her Coke can before taking a sip.

"So what are we watching tonight?" Rory asked as she took another bite.

"Ah tonight is a Broadway night."

"Since when are we into Broadway?"

"We aren't, but you're about to graduate from college and I think you should be cultured."

"And you think that…" Rory flipped through the movies. "Rent, Grease, Spamalot, and the Lion King are going to do that?"

"Hey we got to take baby steps here. Rome wasn't built in a day."

"You do know that Disney's animated Lion King is nothing like the Broadway play right?"

"So we'll start with Rent then?" Lorelai ignored Rory.

"I guess it's always good to start with AIDs and drugs." Lorelai stood up and strode to the DVD player. She put the disc in and then began to fiddle with buttons on the big screen TV. She proceeded to turn the picture from black to snow. Change the volume from mute to blasting, but no movie picture.

"I don't know how to get this on the DVD setting." Lorelai was getting frustrated. She grabbed the remote and began to furiously punch buttons. "Whenever I watched a movie Christopher always set it up." The room fell silent. Lorelai stood up and sat on the couch with Rory. She threw the remote down on the table in front of her. The Christopher she mentioned was of course Rory's father and, currently, Lorelai's husband. They had been together for less than a year and they had already had a big blow up culminating in an almost break-up. Chris hadn't been back to the house since.

"So you still haven't talked to dad?" Rory looked at her mother. Lorelai stared straight ahead. She sighed.

"Not since the hospital sweets." Lorelai's father had had to have heart surgery after he had a heart attack in class, right in front of Rory. The whole family had been at the hospital, including Logan and, occasionally, Christopher. Rory nodded a bit, thinking.

"Are you going to tell me what you two fought about?" Lorelai didn't say anything. "Mom, I'm a senior in college I think I should know why my parents are fighting. I can take it. Mommy wow I'm a big girl now. I understand life isn't always chocolates and puppies a…and clouds." Lorelai smiled a bit before turning to Rory.

"Chocolates and puppies and clouds?"

"You know what I meant. So will you tell me?" Rory looked at Lorelai hopefully. Lorelai took her hair down before putting it back up, trying to buy herself some time.

"Your father…" Lorelai exhaled. "I…I found out that your father. Why is this so hard to say? Your father was seeing someone else." Lorelai looked down at her fingers, intertwining them and pulling them apart.

"No." Rory gasped. "But you two are married! You are still married right?" Lorelai nodded. "Well does he not know what that means?"

"I don't know honey, but you need to calm down. And don't be mad at him, he's your father."

"Don't do that mom. Don't be so..so…" Rory had gotten really riled up. "Don't be so passive about all this. He cheated on you! Cheated! Didn't pay any attention to the ring on his finger."

"I know hon. I know what he did, but he's your dad. No matter what he does to me."

"I don't care if he's my Siamese twin. He shouldn't have done that. I'm on your side mom."

"There are no sides."

"There are always sides. In every war there are sides."

"This is not a war. Your father is not Robert E. Lee and I am not Ulysses S. Grant, first of all because we are both in way better shape and don't have the unfortunate facial hair. And secondly because this is not a war!" Lorelai spoke slowly, stressing the last few words. "And I am not having this conversation with you." Lorelai leaned back, sinking into the couch. Tears began to form in her eyes. Rory looked at her mother. Trails had begun forming on her cheeks. Rory put her arms around Lorelai and the two of them stared ahead at the blank screen.

"Great movie, huh?" Lorelai finally spoke.

"Yeah, yeah it is." Rory smiled at her mother. Lorelai put her head on Rory's shoulder and Rory leaned her head on her mother's, stroking her hair.