By Stew Pid
Rating: Should be okay
Disclaimer: I only own the Stew Pid stuff
A/N: Okay, this is going to be a long A/N because I have a bad habit of rambling especially when I have rambling material and I really do have rambling material now. I needed to explain this fic to those of you who will read it and this long author's note (I should recommend skipping this so that you might still want to read my story, but because I care about you all, I want to warn you). You ever have one of those days where you just don't want to be in the present anymore and you look to while away the hours in the chambers of the past conjuring up sweet memories of childhood winters, but all that seems to come to your mind are those embarrassing memories like when you walked down Lexington Avenue not realizing you had underwear stuck to the Velcro on the side of your jacket? Okay, so maybe you haven't. But I was having on of those days and with the present and past offering no relief I looked to the future. Considering my present, though, my future looks very bleak so I decided to think of another future, a Gilmore future. Normally, I wouldn't even consider future fics. They're too hard and while certain authors have managed them with a skill and ease I find remarkable, I do not pretend to be one of those authors. Therefore, I am writing this and posting this only because of my notorious dedication to pattern and numbers, for I set a goal to write 7 (the famous lucky number) stories before classes start and I would have to stop writing, and time is running out. I do not expect it to yield pleasant fruit (my apologies). Those of you who have read and liked my former fics and who may now be rolling your eyes because you've read my self-deprecatory author's notes before, trust me on this one. I think this time even you'll agree with me. But if you want to take a walk down The Boulevard of Broken Dreams (great Tony Bennett song), escape the memories of Velcro's tragedies, then join me, and continue. And thanks to those of you who supported my idea of advertising toothpaste. =)
Things had certainly changed since she was a sixteen-year-old girl in the small town of Stars Hollow. Now she was going on 21, soon to be a Yale graduate and that much closer to her journalistic dreams. Lorelai and Luke were in a steady 2-year relationship and Lorelai and Sookie were the proud owners of the most successful inn in Stars Hollow, not the Independence. Dean went to the University of Connecticut and was a Huskies all-star, engaged to an Economics major. He and Rory remained good friends, and Rory was even invited to the wedding. Paris was in Harvard and was steadily dating…you guessed it, Brad. Lane was happily attending NYU, and was even taking summer courses so as not to have to spend the summer at home. She was dating a saxophone player she met at the Garage Restaurant & Café. Jess worked assiduously to graduate Stars Hollow in January. He left that same month without a word to anyone, not even his then girlfriend Shane. The only thing he left by way of a goodbye was a note to Luke with his diploma that read, "I'm out. Don't wait up." When Luke had gone upstairs he found a lot of Jess' things were gone and the remaining things were packed. No one had since heard of his whereabouts. In Stars hollow, he was almost completely forgotten.
A/N: Okay, the author's notes are longer than the story, I know. This was just the preliminary set-up. A very cliché situation. Hopefully as the story progresses it won't be as platitudinous (that is a word that comes very naturally when I write but I can never say it. My tongue gets all tied up. Rambling again. Sorry.)