Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls or any of their characters.
A/N: Ok, so basically, this is technically an AU. Rory and Lorelei are still basically the same characters, except Rory is a little more tomboyish- y (not a real word, but you get the idea). Rory has met her grandparents, but she hardly knows them, or Chris. Lorelei still has issues with her mother, and more so considering what her life has been like since Rory was born in this fic. They are just moving into Star's Hallow, and the estate where they live on- formerly The Crap Shack- is now called Strawberry Fields.
Jess has already moved in with Luke, and Luke is still a little infatuated with Rachel. Lorelei currently doesn't have a job considering she just move in two chapters from now. Uh, I'm not sure what I'm going to do about Dean yet, so you'll just have to stay tuned. Basically, all the chapters will be named after Beatle songs, hence, Hey Jude.
Well, I think that's it for now, and if you've got anymore questions, just keep asking.
ULTIMATE ROWING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!TRISTAN AND JESS ARE SO HOT!!!!!!!!!!!
Hey Jude:
We're on the road again. Whoo hoo (she says sarcastically)!
It wouldn't be so bad if we hadn't moved FIVE times in one year! It's like she was trying to break some kind of record or something. Each time a new school, new friends, new apartment, new job and totally new town. Each time, only a few months spent before she'd burst into our diminutive apartment and gave me that look oO (Yeah, that one!). And simultaneously we'd say:
'I'm tired of this damn place, let's get the hell out!'
In a matter of days, we'd have packed up the U-Haul, settled our affairs and headed back on the interstate towards another foreign town.
I should be mad at her, I guess, my being a teenager and all. I should be upset that I had to leave my friends, family, school and everything that I knew. I should be upset, livid that I haven't even had time to get settled before she kidnapped me towards another unknown destiny. I should be angry that every time we left a place, it was as if we never existed; we never even stayed long enough to make an impression. She dragged me down to Hicksville, USA- all FIVE friggin' chapters- but I can't.
I mean, ya' can't stay mad at her. You can try. You can definitely try! Like when she's been in your room and you find your diary opened to a particularly incriminating page. Or when you ask to go out with the guys and she won't let you because she doesn't know those 'guys.' Or even when she asks you to clean the dishes. But then she does something so insignificant and sweet- like making you a cup of coffee before school or buying you a blanket with monkeys so you could use it on the road- and you can't help but love her again.
I think I even understand her. It must be lonely loosing something that has been so close to you for so long. It must be hell to have everything remind you, and not at the same time. It must be miserable waking up in the middle of the night to cry and having no shoulder there to lean on. It must be depressing as hell entering a house where nothing was the same as before, and knowing that there's no way it'll ever be.
And to tell you the truth, I feel the loneliness too.
She and I are a lot alike. When I was little, He used to say that God accidentally sent down her carbon-copy instead of mine. I used to correct Him by saying God didn't make mistakes,
He'd laugh.
But this time would be different, she promised.
When things got hard, we'd deal instead of run. We'd make friends with the people there, and they'd remember us always. We'd be there for each other; this time will be different.
Where we're going, it used to be her parents. They let her have it.
Now she'd be somewhere where she knew someone; somewhere that was familiar. She said when she was younger, she used to live there during the summers.
She said it's beautiful and that I might like it there. She said the best memories of her youth were spent climbing one of the many trees in the back yard, swimming in the creek and catching a tan with her best friends during the summer, Rachel and Mary Beth.
She kept trying to rationalize the move by saying it'd be good for me to get away from the pollution and fast paced world. She says it'd be good for me to get away from the myriads of angry people and all the dangerousness. She said we'd be protected now,
We'd have a home now.
I never corrected her, but I knew she was talking about herself.
She did that a lot when we moved. Sometimes I'd wake up in the middle of the night as we sped away from the city lights and she'd be arguing with herself.
Of course she was angry. She had a right to be. She kept mumbling it was for my safety and her own sanity. She was so angry, so disappointed, so . . . detached. I could tell that she wanted to talk to me, but she couldn't find the words.
She was scared, I could tell. Everything was falling to pieces and she didn't know how to save it. That was one of the qualities that I'd gotten from her. I like to be in control and when I'm not, I get afraid. I get reckless and I get mean.
And that quality was what got me into trouble. . .
. . . Ok, enough about that.
So now it's January, midterms are over, and we're on our way towards a place she calls, Strawberry Fields. . .
-Rory
TBC. . .
A/N: Hey, I hope you like this chapter. R&R please. And tell me what you really think.