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A/N: Here's a new story! I had an inspiration. Hope you like it. Please REVIEW lots! Lit all the way!!!!!!!!!!!! This is sometime after Jess left for Venice.
Rory Gilmore let out a heavy sigh and pushed her short brown hair back. She had just
gotten it cut and was still getting used to the feel of it lying softly against her jaw line. She propped her chin in her hand and gazed down at her book with a glazed expression on her face. She was sitting in her dorm room at her desk with one lamp illuminating her open book. Paris was asleep in her bed. Glancing at the clock she squinted at the darkness closing in on her lone figure. The lamp on her desk was the only light on in the room. The clock's digital letters glowed green in the darkness. It read 12:45 am.
Before another sigh could escape her, she slapped the book shut and flicked the light off.
Pushing back her chair, she stood up and stumbled over to her bed. Morning would come quickly and with it the hustle and bustle of everyday college life that she now faced. Her classes were harder than she had anticipated they would be and she had to work much harder at it, to achieve the grades that she had in high school. Sometimes she thought she would never get used to living away from home and from the strenuous workload that starting college had dumped. so unceremoniously, into her lap.
Just as she was drifting off to sleep, a name floated through her subconscious like a wisp of a cloud. 'Jess'
Rory struggled to push the name away. "NO!" she thought angrily. Jess was long gone and he had taken her feelings with him. Her feelings for Jess had evaporated, boarded the bus and left with him. He had left her on the brink of her adulthood life, she had just been about to graduate and in her mind leaving high school and starting college meant her carefree childhood would be left behind. She was an adult now. One who could get over heartache. Not one who would cry on her mother's shoulder and mourn her first love. Her mother might argue that he was her second love, but she had never truly been in love with Dean. She had loved him. But she had not been in love with him. And she was not all that grownup. She had cried on her mother's shoulder. Late that night after her graduation, when everyone had left her party. She and her mother were once again alone and she had broke down and sobbed on her mothers shoulder. Lorelai said nothing just held her amidst the paper plates and plastic cups. That was the last and only thing said between them about Jess.
She felt abandoned without him. She felt alone.
"NO!" she whispered fiercely into the cold dark night. I do not need him or want him. I am completely over him!" Or so she liked to tell herself.
A/N: I know it's short but it felt like a good place to end for now. Do you guys want another chapter? Let me know what you thought. I guess this could be considered an intro. Please keep the reviews G rated with no bleeped out with stars, implied, or actual cuss words! Thanks!