Im back! Yay! I'm excited. So The Other Gilmore Girl is finished and here is your promised sequel. I sorta got called out by a FF member on my lack of updating my stories and she's right. Im sorry :( but Its summer now finals will be done this afternoon and I'll try and focus more on my stories. I'll update The Story of a Girl this weekend and I'm working on a rewrite of The Gilmore's little Princess and It could be worse so don't hate me. Oh, and I already have the first 9 chapters of this written. YAY! lol. R&R

Rosalie

"What time do you expect your parents to arrive?" Charlotte Hamilton, my roommate, asks in the adorable British accent that I have become so accustomed to. For two years we have been roommates and best friends. We are walking to our dorm from our very last class and I guess she is trying to make conversation.

"On Saturday?" I ask. It's dumb question because not only is tomorrow Saturday, but also that's the only time my parents are planning on coming. I expect some sort of sarcastic remark but she just nods intent on my answer.

I shrug because I truthfully don't know.

"How do you not know?" she asks eagerly.

"I don't think I asked," I explain to her.

"Your parents are flying all the way here for your graduation and you don't even know what time they'll arrive?" she repeats incredulously.

"That's right," I answer quickly.

"Is your sister coming?" she asks as we enter our dorm. I throw my stuff down. We've just begun packing so the place is a mess anyway.

"Ha ha!" I fake laugh. "You are hilarious," I say sarcastically. "I am an only child, remember?"

"And I'm your best friend, who knows all your little American secrets, remember?" It is true. She has met my sister. Her parents live in the house next door to my grandmother, Trix. She one of the people I can't lie to about Lorelai.

"Yeah okay."

"So that would be a no then?" she tries to clarify.

"That's a big no," I say with a sigh.

"Fine."

"What time are your parents arriving?"

"9:30."

"All the way from Bristol?"

"Yes, Mamma wants to get here early so she can pick something totally different from the outfit I already intend to wear."

"That sounds like fun," I say.

"Lots and lots," she replies sarcastically.

"Can you believe this is our last night in our room, at our school?"

"Absolutely not! Seems like yesterday we bumped into each other on the way to the loo," Charlotte says jokingly.

"But that was yesterday!" I joke.

She laughs, "Yes well…"

"Yeah! It's been 2 kick ass years!" I reply as I began to tidy up our room. Charlotte just kicks a path to her bed before doing a twirl and landing arms spread wide into her mattress. Spending time away from home gave me time to relax, to be free, and to be what Lorelai would call a 'normal' teenager. Normally I would expect my room to be cleaned, and breakfast on the table when I awoke. But now that I was at a boarding school, I had my own responsibilities.

After getting most of my room situated I take a break, resting my head on my crossed arms. Charlotte looks over at me and starts to giggle.

"What?" I ask looking at her strangely.

"Today is our last day!"

"No duh!"

"No I'm serious. Remember the fun we had. Now it's time to head off to some big university."

"Yeah. You're right. Have you figured out where you're going?"

"Oxford, Mamma and Daddy called and told me yesterday. And what for you, my fair Rosie?" Char asks, grabbing a tennis ball tossing it up to the ceiling and catching it.

"Cornell, most likely."

"So you're definitely going back to the states?"

"Looks like that's the plan." I sigh. I was baffled when I got into Oxford University it was a back up that I never thought I would manage but I highly doubt my parents would let me stay here in England. They'd want me to go Ivy League back in America.

"Why the hell not? You'll have way more fun here with me!"

"All right you tell Emily Gilmore that I'm not coming home because you want someone to party with," I tell her.

She rolls her eyes at me. "I just hope they don't arrive while you're snogging with Dash."

"I do not make out with Dash," I whine.

"Oh really? What do you call it then?" I shrug.

"We are just friends." Which is the god's honest truth. I don't have boyfriends.

"Yes I know, although he is head over heels in love with you."

"He is not in love with me, stop being silly Char."

"I'll stop being silly when you stop being naïve."

I fall back on to my bed and she lies beside me, "What are we going to do?" I ask.

"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean."

"You'll be eighteen next week and I will be next month, we'll be adults," I explain.

"Yes, but we've been taking care of ourselves all this time," she reminds me.

"Right but we won't be coming back here next fall. We'll be… on different sides of the world."

"I suppose, but I only have two more years until my trust fund becomes available and then I can hire people to take care of me," she jokes.

I laugh. "I'll miss you."

"Not at all, because I'll write and call and visit so much you'll be sick of me before long."

"You know I don't doubt that," I say with a smile.

"So what do you say, let's get all dressed up and have one last night of fun before we walk across that stage," she suggests.

"Hear, hear!" I laugh. "So what shall I wear?"

"Something totally crazy!" she says as she rummages through my plies of clothes. "This!" she squeals picking up a shiny, pink strapless dress.

"Sah-weet!" I say standing up and putting the dress on. "Zip me!" I say as I quickly take my uniform off and pull the dress up. Char zips the dress up. "How do I look?" I ask.

"Who died and crowned you Madonna?" Charlotte jokes.

"Why thank you! So what you going to wear?" I ask as I watch her find an outfit.

"Hold on, be right back!" she says running in to the bathroom. Five minutes later she comes out in a hot pink dress with a tulle skirt of all different colors. "So what do you think?"

"You're a freak!" I say.

"Cheers!" she smiles. "So what are we going to do with your hair?"

"What do you mean? My hair is okay." I say toying with my medium length dark brown hair.

"It needs spunk!" Char says grabbing a brush. "Turn and face me!" she demands.

"Bossy!" I respond.

"Shut it, Gilmore!" she brushes my hair to a side ponytail, then teases it a little to make it frizz. "Brilliant!"

"Hand me the mirror!" I say as I grab the mirror from her hands. "Oh cool!" I admire my new hairdo.

"Now mine!" Charlotte yelps, excited as she always is when we are getting ready to party.

"I don't think we can do much with your hair." I look at the oodles of red curls.

"Just try please!" she begs.

I part her reddish brown hair to the side. Adding some hair gel, giving the curls some volume then adding a cute clip, holding the little hairs away from her eyes. "Does that look okay?" I ask handing her the mirror.

"It'll do! Let's go!" she shouts, grabbing some cash, and a jacket. Charlotte has already called a cab, so we hop in and head to the party. As we approach the steps, we can hear the roars of crazy teens and loud music.

After hours of nonstop dancing and head banging, we finally arrive home around what appears to be 3 in the morning. As soon as we unlock the door, kick off our heels we dart to our beds. Not minutes after, we settle our sore and aching bodies to sleep.

The sun wakes me instead of my alarm. I blink my eyes open with an outrageous headache - like a drummer was pounding on the inside of my skull. As it turns out, that last shot was the straw that broke the camel's alcohol tolerance level. I cover my face with my pillow just in time to remember what day it is. "Shit!" I yell as I jump up. "Charlotte, Charlotte," I scream rushing dizzily to her bed. I shake her awake.

"What?" she mumbles.

"You were supposed to meet your parents an hour ago, and mine will be here any minute!" I confess completely freaked out.

"What?"

"We're late!" I shake her again. "We have to get ready, we have to finish packing, we have to graduate in two hours. Although all I feel like doing is throwing up." She darts up.

"Oh my god," she says a little distressed.

"Un-zip me," I command turning around having not ever changed out of my dress from last night. "Oh god, they are going to disown us."

"We reek of booze," she squeals in a bad way as she practically breaks the zipper helping me out of my dress. I run allowing the dress to fall off of me as I grab a robe. "I can shower in 5. Hurry up!" I tell her. I stumble in to the bathroom that we share. It's completely empty which is good. I shower as fast as I can and rinse the hairspray from my hair. The headache I feel growing larger with every passing second intensifies. I hear Charlotte come into the bathroom.

"I absolutely dread my life," she moans.

"No time to dread! We have five minutes! Towel!" I yell as she hands me a towel. I step out quickly, throwing on the black knee length dress my mother sent over. Even three thousand miles away she still dresses me. But I wouldn't dare go against her. Not today. I quickly comb through my damp hair, and put on nice simple black heels, I rush to start packing. I'm just throwing everything into my suitcases, not caring if it's neat or not. I just needed to be pack before hear a mouthful from Emily.

I tuck away all my letters from home and from Universities into a small bag. I then hurry into the bathroom, put on some lip stick and blush and brush my teeth until my gums bleed to get rid of the taste of last night from my mouth. Charlotte is rushing too although she is already dressed in a white, floral printed dress. She also washed her hair, but there was time to do anything to it, but put it into a bun, which turned out fairly well.

Just as I stepped out of the bathroom there is a knock on the door. Shoot! I say to myself. "Coming!" I yell. "Char! Hurry they're here!" I shout to her in the bathroom. I hear mumbles and then "oh crap!"

"You okay?" I ask.

"Yeah just the bloody toothpaste doesn't like me! Shit!" she yells frustrated.

"Screw the toothpaste, use mouth wash! Let's go!" I hear another knock. My mother is very strict when comes to doorbells and knockers. There must be a two-ring minimum and definitely no more than two knocks. I rushed to the door, unlocking it and then opening it. "Hey Mom!" I say smiling. I think to hug her because it's been so long since Christmas but then I remember the whole maintaining proper distance and space mentality. I kiss her cheek but then quickly step back and then reach out for my father's hand.

"Rosalie it is very rude to leave your company waiting!" she shrills immediately. Wow, 30 seconds, that must be some sort of record.

"Sorry Mom. I woke up late. My alarm didn't go off." I shrug letting them in.

Mom looks up to Dad. "Now where have I heard that before Richard?" she says smugly. I sigh at her reference to my sister. I am not Lorelai. They both come into my room. "Are you all packed?" Mom asks.

"Um…almost," I tell her.

Char emerges. "Charlotte, hello," Dad says.

"Good afternoon Mr. Gilmore," she replies politely.

"We just saw your parents, they're looking for you," he tells her. She hugs me quickly.

"It was lovely seeing you both. Excuse me," she says to my parents before rushing out of our room with her shoes in hand.

"I suppose her alarm didn't go off either?" my mother asks quite sternly.

I shrug not wanting her to know the real reason. I knew if I told her I would get another 'you're just like your sister' comparison. Being anything like Lorelai is never good in my parents' eyes. It's always a bad thing. Anytime she gives me that look I know I have done something wrong.

"So grab your things and..." Emily pauses sniffing the air. "What is that smell?"

"What smell?" I ask. Checking my breath.

"It smells like a pub in here!" she exaggerates.

Busted I thought to myself. How am I ever going to get out of this one?

"No, it doesn't. You smell…Chinese takeout. We ordered in last night," I lie with the first words to come to mind.

"I smell Brandy," she pronounces sternly.

"Mom, I am going to miss my graduation," I push. "Can we please discuss your distrust of anyone under the age of 21 later?" I beg.

She grimaces and walks out of the room I follow behind them. We part ways at the main building because I have to go get my robes and they have to find their seats. I see Charlotte getting her gown on.

I go stand with her to get mine on. Once we are all dressed completely with hats I take a deep breath and grab her hand. "I can't believe this is finally happening."

"Me either," she tells me.

"Graduates line up," the head mistress' assistant yells at us.

"We have been waiting for this our whole lives I can't believe it's over!" I whisper.

She nods.

"Best friends forever?"

"Forever and ever."

"Good." She takes her place in line behind me.

We take our seats and listen to a hundred speeches from teachers, the head mistress, the valedictorian, and others and finally we begin our march. Names are called and finally they come to one I recognize…my own. I forget all about my killer headache.

"Rosalie Hope Gilmore." I walk across the stage and shake the Head Mistress' hand. They hand me my diploma. I take a second and glance out to the crowd. I see Mom and Dad. They look proud and I am glad but I almost half expect to see another face, one I haven't even considered looking at for three years. I shake it off and take my seat beside my classmates while we wait for the ceremony to end.

The ceremony ends. We head out to a big oak tree to take the traditional family photo. After taking a few pictures my parents follow me back to my dorm. I gather my luggage and see Charlotte hasn't come to get her things. "Mom, Dad, can we wait for Char? I want to say goodbye?"

"Yes we can," my dad says, taking a seat on the sofa.

Charlotte enters moments after. "Hey I thought you be on a plane by now?"

"I couldn't leave without goodbyes!" I say running up to her, tears in my eyes. "I'm going to miss you SO much!"

"I know me too," she says sniffling.

"I have an idea," my dad says as he stands up.

"Yeah?" I ask.

"Why not have Charlotte and her family join us for dinner?"

"That would be bitchin!" I say quickly putting my hands to my mouth. I just swore in front of my parents. Oh my gosh!

"Rosalie Gilmore!" my mother says sternly. I don't dare to look her in the eyes I know she has that look.

I feel like a dog with my tail in between my legs. "Sorry Mom! It slipped."

"When you walk in a puddle and fall, that is a slip. But when you use profanity like that...that is no slip."

"I said I am sorry."

"I think this English air has gotten to your head."

"Charlotte run along and ask your parents if they would care to join us please," my dad requests.

Not wanting to discuss my language with my mother any longer. I grab my suitcase and wheel it out by the door for the bag boy to take to the car. Char had already returned. "So?"

"Yep we can go!"

"Yes!" I squeal hugging her tightly.

The Hamiltons, my parents and I all go to a lake front restaurant. So elegant, with every table draped with silk and lit by a chandeliers.

"So how your last night at the dorm?" Mr. Hamilton asks Charlotte and me.

"Very well. We had fun, watching movies and stuff. We were up really late reminiscing," we fib, not wanting them to know of our party days and nights.

"Emily, how is Lorelai? I would have expected you to bring her with you," Mrs. Hamilton asks. I almost choke but don't make any noise wanting to hear the answer.

"Lorelai is well," Mom says telling a little lie of her own. I don't believe she has actually spoken to my sister.

"Still free spirited I take it?"

"Very much so." Emily smiles wearily. Before dinner is over Charlotte and I spew off into our own conversation, I promise her that she will get a letter once a week and we will keep in touch. She promises the same to me. My father comes up and pulls me aside.

"Rosalie?" he says.

"Yea Dad?" I ask.

"Seeing what excellent work you have done, it is my honor to give you this," he says pulling out an envelope from his suit pocket.

"What is it?"

"Just open it," he says smiling.

"Wow!" I say looking at the rectangular piece of paper signed for me. "Is this all for me?"

"Yes it is. You need some money for yourself while you're away at college."

"But a that's a lot of zeros behind that 5?" I start to question.

"All for you my dear," he says.

"Thank you Daddy!" I yell hugging him. "Thanks Mom." I hug her too.

"You are welcome dear," she mutters.

Dinner ends sadly and Charlotte and I face our real final goodbye.

"You're coming to Connecticut before the end of the summer…right?" I ask her.

"Absolutely," she replies.

"Good." I hug her tightly.

"Goodbye Rosalie Gilmore, until our next adventure." She walks away and I feel empty again.

I have no idea what's going to happen now. I'm going back home. Last week England was home and Connecticut was a place with bad memories that I went to during vacation time. My parents take me back to the hotel where I shower again. I don't really need one but it gives me time to think about what it really means to be almost grown. I sit on the floor of the tub and cry for the passing of my high school years. I grieve for all the things I never did and all the friends I may never see again. When the water runs cold I wipe my face and get out, put my pajamas on and climb into the large, plush, turned down bed.

I don't have nightmares anymore. I don't scream out in terror in the middle of the night. I stopped that a long time ago when I pushed everything and everyone to the back of my mind but now all those distant memories seem to flood back into existence.

I roll over and against my better judgment I close my eyes, which is like turning the lights down in a movie theater. I think about Reese, the center of the way I live my life, walking on eggshell, Michaela and the life I left behind in the states, Lorelai and wonder where she is and what she is doing, if she and my niece are okay, and then Josh who actually wrote to me and became a long distance friend. I fall asleep.

Early the next morning Mom comes in a wakes me up. I dress in a brown tweed skirt with matching jacket and pink blouse. I pull my hair back with a headband. I wear the string of pearls sent to me by my grandmother and earrings and bracelet that match. Then I slide on my simple black pumps.

I chose this outfit especially for today. I want my parents to be pleased with the lady I have become, aside from all my childish nights. Room service, per Mom's request, brings me an egg white omelet and tea. Just as I finish eating she comes for me.

"Are you ready to leave Rosalie?"

"Yes Mom." I grab my purse and leave my luggage for the concierge. A young lady never touches luggage. We go out to the car and drive to the airport. Take off is clear but I know it's going to be a long flight. I reread a collection of Edgar Allen Poe's, one of my favorites is his Alone.

alone

From childhood's hour I have not been

As others were-I have not seen

As others saw-I could not bring

My passion from a certain spring

From the same source I have not Taken

My sorrow –I could not awaken

My heart to joy at that same tone

And all I'd lov'd –I lov'd alone

Then—in my childhood-in the dawn

Of a most stormy life—was drawn

From ev'ry depth of good and ill

A mystery which blinds me still

From the torrent or the fountain

From the red cliff of the mountain

From the sun that round me roll'd

In its autumn tint of gold

From the lighting of the sky

As if it pass'd me flying by

From the thunder, and the storm

And the cloud that took the form

(when the rest of heaven was blue)

Of a demon in my view

Edgar Allen Poe

By the time we land in Hartford I have the poem committed to memory. I am home. I look out the window beside me and see tiny droplets of rain. The sky is grey and the slight boom of thunder tells me there is a storm coming. I wonder if it's a sign?

"Come along Rosalie," Mom says. I follow behind them off the plane.