Author's Note: Post Afterboom: Based on the film 13 going on 30…which everyone should go see. Also I used some scenes from 'Dear Emily and Richard' and 'One's got class the other one Dyes'. Also I'd like to mention I think Lorelai finds out she's pregnant at the end of 1984- and then gives birth in the fall of

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It was 1985, and Lorelai Victoria Gilmore stood in her bathroom.

Suddenly she dropped the stick that showed the sign that would give Emily Gilmore a reason to kill her. She felt as though the floor had just disappeared from underneath her. Everything was sinking…she started to hyperventilate and slide down onto the wall, onto the cold tiles.

Pregnant; it didn't sound like something that could really happen- maybe on some TV movie about Betty Plotnik in Texas…but not in real life, right? Something from the family channel. She remembered the moment this morning when she realized she could be…

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Lorelai was trying to get into her dress. The all-important dress and nothing she could do would move the zipper. I know I ate two donuts today- but that wouldn't do it. She had been trying to keep her mother at bay when she just barged in.

Emily entered in a huff; " I don't have time for your attitude young lady. This man is being paid by the hour," she lectured until she saw her daughter. "Why aren't you dressed?"

"I just…I think the zipper's too new or stiff or something."

"Turn around, I'll do it," she grabbed at Lorelai and pulled at the zipper, "Oh my God."

"What?" Lorelai half whispered. What could possibly merit an 'Oh my God' from unsinkable Emily Gilmore, she wondered and it worried her.

"It's not the zipper, it's the dress. It's too small."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure. It's too small. How can it be too small? We had a fitting three months ago. Have you gained weight?" She started to pull on the dress a bit.

"No," Lorelai replied quickly and placed a hand on her stomach.

Emily commanded her, "Hold your breath."

" I am."

" Hold your breath!" the older Gilmore, yelled.

"I am!" she yelled back. She was trying her best; she couldn't understand what was wrong.

"The only thing I can think of is the dressmaker must've written the measurements down wrong. Well, what are we supposed to do now? I certainly can't take a picture of you like that."

"Sorry."

"I'll just have to have him come back next week. And I'm going to call that woman at the dress shop and give her a piece of my mind. My God, is everyone in the world completely incompetent? Put on your sweats and run around the block. You're gonna fit into the next dress no matter what," Emily seemed proud of her decision as she left Lorelai alone.

Lorelai on the other hand, kept her hand on her stomach. Her eyes widened as it dawned on her. She was late- she thought at first it was because of the stress her parents naturally put on her. And now she was feeling sick in the mornings, and she seemed to have gained weight.

That was the moment that the world turned topsy-turvy.

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Now she was sitting on a cold bathroom floor. She couldn't help but let tears fall and the world blur. Why me… I don't understand…I mean I get the whole how- but not understanding the why of it. What am I going to tell Chris…what am I going to tell Emily and Richard…this would kill them- which albeit not bad under normal circumstances- but this is different. She got up slowly- and looked at herself in the mirror, her face was blotchy, and she imagined what her belly would look like in a few months. The thought of changing that much chilled her- I could have an abortion. Just as the thought shot through her she started to cry- It just felt so wrong- there was this life inside her, and she felt connected- she just didn't know how she could survive all of this. This is going to change everything.

She couldn't handle it anymore, and she grabbed her purse and ran out of the Gilmore prison. She needed to think. But before she left she grabbed Emily's car keys. The parents were both at a late dinner and wouldn't notice her not being there.

Once she got on the highway her thoughts were a blur. Pregnant! Chris would want to be all noble and start working and quit school. I can't let him do that…I can't. And what about this little kid…what am I going to support it- him-her- it? I could… I could… I could- She really didn't know what she could do- she hadn't even finished high school yet. Would she ever? A sign caught her attention. 'Stars Hollow, Next Exit'. She quickly turned off into the town. As she drove through the town it was fairly quiet. It was 12am. She didn't realize it was that late. She parked the car in front of a hardware store, and walked into the Town Square.

She sat down in the gazebo and tried to take deep breaths… but nothing seemed to make this seem less surreal. She closed her eyes, and tried to think of happy things. Like Madonna, or the Go-Go's. Then suddenly she heard a girl's voice call out.

"Butch," the high voice hollered.

It sounded like she was calling a dog. Lorelai ducked automatically, so that she wouldn't be seen. She really wanted to be alone.

"Butch? I thought we were suppose to meet at the bleachers," the whining continued.

Suddenly a guy crawled beside her. The strange man looked surprised to see Lorelai. She was about to speak when he put his finger over his mouth and his face pleaded with her to keep still and quiet. This must be the allusive Butch.

"Butch Danes," the female voice demanded, "I'm never talking to you again."

There were a few moments of silence. Lorelai watched 'Butch' closely, he was pretty attractive despite the lack of fashion sense. He looked like some make shift jock- meet's geek. And what was with the flannel. But he did have nice eyes- Down Lorelai- you love Chris- and it's that kind of thinking that got you here. It felt like an eternity, and then he looked over the gazebo fence. He looked relieved.

"Having a lover's spat," she followed with a mocking tone, "Butch,"

"It's Luke,"

"That's a relief because Butch just screams, Mock me, mock me!"

"I didn't come up with it, Carrie," he said as if it was venom, "did."

"Well you chose your girlfriend-"

He cut her off, "She is not my girlfriend- or girl anything- my sister seems to think I have to date her friends, and then she figures, hell why not set her pathetic brother up. But no, why tell him. Just have them show up."

Luke realized he was ranting in front of a strange girl in the middle of town in the middle of the night.

"Who are you anyway?"

"God that was rude. I mean a simple, what's your name, would be fine," she remembered her plan to be alone, and suddenly got angry, "Why should I tell you! You barged in on my space I just want to be alone- get out. Leave me alone!"

Alarmed by the girl, Luke glared at her, "It's not your space."

"It is now,"

"You are such a child."

"Leave!"

"Fine!" he stomped back to his house down the street. The girl she got to him- he didn't know why but she did. But she managed to piss him off.

"Good!" she called after him and then once she didn't see him anymore, she let out a soft, and sad, "good."

She lay down on the gazebo's bench and but her headphones on, and pumped up the volume. The Go-Go's 'Head over Heels' floated in her head.

Been running so long

I've nearly lost all track of time

In every direction

I couldn't see the warning signs

I must be losin' it

'Cuz my mind plays tricks on me

It looked so easy

But you know looks sometimes deceive

Been running so fast

Right from the starting line

No more connections

I don't need any more advice

One hand's just reaching out

And one's just hangin' on

It seems my weaknesses

Just keep going strong

She felt a bit of peace and opened her eyes, and saw a star. You could never see a proper star in Hartford. She wished on it.

Lorelai whispered, "I wish, I wish, I wish- I was a strong, successful grown up, a strong, successful grown up, a strong, successful grown up."

She continued to mutter her wish as the song continued and she drifted into sleep.

Head over heels

Where should I go

Can't stop myself

Outta control

Head over heels

No time to think

Looks like

The whole world's out of sync

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