A/N OK, so, here's the time line/explanation. Rory goes to Chilton, but Lorelai never had to ask Emily and Richard for money because she had enough thanks to the inn that she owns. Mia is her co-owner, as is Sookie, and all three of them are best friends. There is no Tristan (unless I decide to add him in later). Rory's dad is Luke, and he and Lorelai are happily married and living in The Crap Shack. Jess has been living with Lorelai/Luke/Rory since Rory was in 3rd grade, and Jess and Rory are best friends. Rory and Lorelai have the exact same relationship as they do on the show. Dean does not exist, ever, never ever (sorry dean lovers, I really hate him. Don't get me started on my Floppy Haired Jerk rant). Logan, Finn, Colin, and Steph may be thrown in at some point, but I don't know. Rory's dream is to go to YALE, not Harvard. And Lorelai and Luke are basically rich because of Lorelai's trust fund that she got at 25, and the money from Lorelai's inn and Luke's diner. So they can like afford anything they want. And Rory may seem a little bit different.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls. The only thing I own is the random ramblings in my mind. Those ramblings just happen to be connected to the wonderful TV show Gilmore Girls. I also do not own anything related to the references I may make to other things, or names of characters from other shows that I may use due to the fact that I stink at making up names.
On to the story...
"MOM!!!!" Rory yelled, walking into the house after her first week at Chilton. She was not in the mood to be messed with, and there was only one way that was going to be fixed.
"Rory, Rory, Rory, guess what?????" Lorelai came bounding down the stairs, face glowing with a cup of coffee in her hands.
"You inhaled 90 of the world's coffee in the past twenty seconds?"
"Funny child, you got that from your father, you know."
"Mom..."
"Luke asked me out!!!"
"Mommy, in case you haven't gotten the memo, you and Luke are married. You walked down the aisle. You have the pretty white dress, I have the memory of you forcing Kirk to be your flower girl. We both remember it well."
"Hey, Kirk looked adorable in that pink dress. And the light pink daisy petals? I still get compliments about that!"
"From...?"
"Cosmo. Vogue. Teen Cosmo and Vogue."
"Of course. Back to the fact that you're already married?"
"It's like a return to the past night. I'm getting all dolled up, he isn't wearing flannel, it's going to be so much fun!!!"
"And the point of this will be what?"
"The dance marathon!!!"
"What?"
"Luke is my date for the dance marathon!"
"In 15 years you have not been able to get him to be your date for that marathon, how in the name of Bowie did you get him to agree this year?"
"Do not use the Rock Master's name in vain!!! And, you underestimate my persuasiveness. It may have taken many hours of wearing him down..."
"Dirty!"
"Yes. But I got him to agree! I did! I am Fred Astaire convincing Audrey to come with him to the fashion show! I am the matador luring the bull towards me with my pretty red cape!"
"How exactly did you convince him to do this?"
"By asking nicely. And when you're 21 I will tell you the real answer."
"Oh, mom, ick!!!!!!!"
"Hey, how do you think I got pregnant with you at age sixteen? By riding in his car? I think not."
"Mom, spare me this once, I had the worst day at fancy school."
"Did you get hit on by one of you teachers?"
"MOM! NO!"
"Did you trip in front of the hunky transfer student?"
"That's so NickNite."
"So, what happened?"
"It just so happens that Paris and I got into a fightlet."
"You're kidding!"
"Your sarcasm... astounds me."
"GAH!!! Why do you remind me of the evil picture lady?"
"She was so into you!!!!!!!!"
"What can I say, I'm pretty darn sexy."
"Ick."
"Kinda the point. So... what was the fight about?"
"Take a guess."
"Oh, you missing the Franklin meeting today."
"Yeah, I tried to explain that I had mandatory hang-out time with my loving mom, but she just didn't get it!"
"That's odd. Did you guys make up?" Lorelai knew how much it tore up Rory when she and Pear were fighting.
"Yeah, after a really interesting conversation with a guy I am guessing is new."
"Ooh, ooh, is he hot?"
"Really hot, but not the point. He actually seemed nice, unlike most of the guys I know at that school. He came after me when I ran out of the school."
"And you ran out because of the fight with Pear?"
"Of course, it is tradition."
"Right. God, that is an annoying song. Is Paris at Luke's now?"
"I know, Fiddler on the Roof was ruined for me by the bottle on head dance. And yeah, she is."
"So, back to Adonis talk."
"Anyway, he was actually interested in my life, like why Pear and I were fighting. It was weird, so I didn't tell him everything. I've never had anybody but you be interested in my fights with Paris before."
"Well, I am unique."
"Yes. In many ways."
"Hey! Mean!"
"I just meant that you are a very...interesting...individual."
"What do you mean by that?"
"I mean that only you could get away with naming our coffee pot Enrique."
"Hey, he is sexy. He is a sexy beast of a coffee pot."
"I know, it was whispered in my ear for the past week before I went to sleep."
"Well, you wouldn't let me write it in your underwear anymore."
"Hey, Mom, I heard a really funny joke today!"
"Tell me tell me tell me!"
"OK, there were these two muffins, and they were sitting in the oven, and the first muffin..."
"What were the muffin's names?"
"Ummmmm, George and Ann."
"OK. Wait, that means one is a boy muffin and a girl muffin. Is this going to get dirty?"
"Mom..."
"Sorry, continue the joke."
"OK. So, like I was saying, there were two muffins sitting in the oven, and George turns to Ann, and he is like, 'Man, it sure is hot in here', and then Ann goes, 'Oh my god, a talking muffin!!!!!!!'" Rory says energetically.
"Oh my god!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That is the most brilliant joke ever! I have to call Sookie!"
"OK, mom, go ahead, I'll be here, reveling in the hilarity of my funny joke."
"OK, don't let it get dirty."
"OK, me and Mr. Hilarity will try to keep it PG in here."
"Nope."
"What?"
"Keep it G. I am talking Telletubbies. Absolutely no references to anything that could be considered dirty."
"You got it, Tinky-Winky."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! You know I hate that name, you know that it is dirty, you know that it makes me feel sad, why must you torture me with it?"
"Because it is really fun to say?"
"So is dictionary, say dictionary next time!"
"I am sorry for scarring your brain with images of various tinky-winkys you have seen through the years."
"You are so my daughter!"
"As if you didn't already know"
"Yes, the torture of labor constantly reminds me."
"Gah, that doesn't mean you have to remind me!"
"I am sorry. It is my prerogative as your mother to remind you of the horrible pains of labor so that you yourself never get pregnant."
"All right then. Go tell Sookie my amazing muffin joke."
"I will as long as while I'm gone you don't get a muffin in your oven."
"The term is bun in my oven, and I promise, I will not."
"All right then." Lorelai walked into the living room to call Sookie, as Rory sat exhausted at the kitchen table. After the day she had, it was understandable why she would be so tired. Fighting with Paris was like fighting a war; It made you very tired. And bloody. And if you came out alive, you were likely missing a limb.
Flashback
"Why won't you come to the meeting?"
"I'm meeting up with my mother, what part of that do you not understand?" Rory responded to her friend. She was starting to get a little annoyed.
"The fact that you are blowing off a Franklin meeting to go hang out with your mother! Yale will not look upon this kindly!"
"You really need a new excuse, the Yale one is getting old."
"You don't have the extracurriculars, you don't have the family, you don't have the background..."
"I am a freaking Gilmore, Paris! I have the family, and the background, as you so bluntly put it. I go to Chilton, I may not have a boyfriend, but if I went to a club, I could have twenty in about fifteen minutes, and double that in one-night stands. I, however, don't want a boyfriend. But if a guy happens to come along who catches my interest, sure, I'll date him. I may not be the richest person on earth, but in the amount of friends I have, I feel pretty wealthy. Not to mention I have parents who love and support me. That may be a foreign concept to you, but to me, it is my way of life. So back the hell off." With that, she stormed away. She did not, however, notice the group of guys standing about 10 feet to the right of the lockers which that conversation had occurred in front of. The blond standing in front quickly ran after the pissed brunette, wanting to know exactly who she was. As he caught up to her, she spun around. "Whoever you are, if you speak to me now, I will forever hate you, so back off, let's talk tomorrow, God you're hot. Rory Gilmore."
He looked a tad bit like someone had just shot him in the side of the head, but he remembered the hours of Junior Cotillion burned into his brain."Logan Huntzburger. Care to tell me why you are so mad?"
"I am guessing you saw the blond in there with the not so happy expression on her face?" He nodded in the affirmative. "She is one of my best friends."
Apparently, this girl knew just how to shock a guy. He was now standing with his mouth agape for the second time in 3 minutes. He couldn't remember ever having been at a loss for words. "Huh, I never would of guessed," was his witty response as soon as he found his voice.
"I know, I know, we fight like cats and dogs. But deep inside, we would never hurt each other. See, hold on for like five seconds."
Logan slowly counted, "5...4...3...2...1..." Suddenly, the blonde he knew as Paris came running up.
"RORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to insult you, I'm just mad about Jamie." Rory could feel her resolve not to forgive this time melting, as it did every time she and Paris fought.
"Pear, I'm sorry too, I didn't mean to bring up your family, it just slipped out, please forgive me?"
"Of course, Raz, love you!"
"Love you too, Pear!" As the two girls hugged, Logan stared at them in amazement. Two minutes ago inside, he could have sworn they were going to slit each other's throats. But now, outside, it looked like nothing could have ever broken the peace. He just had to say something.
"Hey, Rory, would you care to introduce me to your friend here?"
"I would love to, but my ride just got here, sorry Logan! We can talk tomorrow, come on Pear, Jess tends to honk when he gets impatient!" Logan once again stood shocked as both of the girls kissed his cheeks simultaneously and ran to get into the waiting Porsche. 'God,' he thought, 'they had to have practiced that kiss thing.'
A/N So, there is the first chapter ever of my first ever fanfic!!! I hope you people liked it, because it was fun to write, seeing as I have never written anything Gilmore girls related before. I think i want a beta, but i'm not sure if i need one, or if i do end up wanting one, if i should just use my friend from school who is as obsessed with Gilmore girls as i am. No flames please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
