A/N: This idea has been stuck in my head for quite a while now and since I had a total writer's block at my other fanfic I decided to give it a try. I hope you like it and I would be happy about some reviews. This will, eventually become a Literati.

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Reel Excitement

When I was 8 years old, my favourite band was "Reel Excitement". I was just crazy about this band. I bought every cd and the walls in my room were plastered with posters of the four boys who had formed the band. I knew every song by heart and every time I watched a music video of one of their songs I started to squeal with joy.

My best friend Lane hated them. But it didn't stop me; maybe it made me love them even more. The Korean girl has always been obsessed with music, and she has a very good taste, but we always had little fights because she disliked my favourite band so much. But we made up every time, that's what a true friendship is all about, right? Accepting your friends how they are, even if you don't like every little feature.

My mother always sniggered at my little obsession, but she let me be, since I always have been good at school, and have always behaved good, well, at least she thinks I always behaved, but we'll get back to this later.

My mother had me when she was 16, I know, that's very young, but it's also very cool. She may be my mother, but is also my best friend, right next to Lane. Maybe a little bit over her, but almost not noticeable.

I think Luke was happy that it was so obvious what I liked, so he knew what to get me for my birthday and for Christmas. Luke owns a diner in my city, "Stars Hollow" and he serves the best coffee on the planet. My mother and I went there at least once a day, when I started college, at least ones a week. But I know she goes there without me a lot more often since I went to college. I know Luke and my mother are flirting a lot, they have been doing it since I can remember, but sadly enough they don't know it. Or they don't want to notice it, I don't know.

My father, Christopher Hayden, what can I tell you about him? He wanted to marry my mother when she was pregnant with me, but since she had to get to class she never answered his proposal. He wasn't in my life for a long time, but when I was about five he started visiting more often, at first it was once a month, then ones or twice a week. It all led up to the inevitable. He and my mother started dating again. They dated for a long time, at least in my naive six year old mind I thought one year was a very long time. They talked about getting married until one day my father didn't live with us anymore. He had just moved out and nobody told me why. Today I know he had cheated on my mother, a lot, but it has been too long ago to hate him now. Ok, maybe I'm mad at him for hurting my mother so badly, but if he didn't had done it, my life would have been very different. My mother hated my father a long time after that for what he did to her and I can't blame her for it. It hurt that they weren't speaking, and barely could be in the same room together, but I had acclimated to it. Anyway, my father had moved out, but still wanted to see me, and I wanted to see him since I didn't know what an asshole he had been, so I visited my father every second weekend in the month. My mother was okay with it, I liked my fathers apartment, so everything was fine. My father actually liked "Reel Excitement" and let me hear their songs so loud I often had a headache the next day.

I was only crazy about "Reel Excitement" for about a year, I don't know, maybe I just grew out of being so obsessed with a boy group, but it was probably the most significant year of my life. Since this year my life really has been real excitement. It was the year I decided to become an overseas correspondent and be like Christiane Amanpour, it was the year my mother began speaking with my father again, it was the year he had a new girlfriend and it was the year I met Mark.

But this here is not about "Reel Excitement", al least not about the band, and it's not about Mark either, or maybe, not all the time, but it's about me. Rory Gilmore, soon to be 21 years old, brown hair, blue eyes. A lot of people have told me I would have stunning blue eyes, but to me they are just blue. People also told me they would sparkle when I'm happy, and turn very dark when I'm angry, but I don't know about that either. All I know, they are blue and I also know I always blush when people say nice things about them. I used to do that very often, blushing I mean. When I was younger I just couldn't handle compliments. And the more compliments I got, the more flattered I became, the more I didn't know what to do. If that would have been different, I'm sure my life would have been a lot different.

When my father told me he had a girlfriend I wasn't surprised. He had dated for a couple of weeks, and I couldn't wait to meet this woman. Her name was Susan; she was blond, thin and giggled a lot. When I first met her I found this kind of stupid but I think she was just very nervous. I was her boyfriend's daughter after all and she wanted to make a good impression. I think when Dad first had met her kids he must've been nervous like hell. Yeah, you heard right, she has kids. One girl, Laura, she was six years old when I met her. She was, and still is very cute. She had thick brown hair, big brown eyes and kind of an attitude. She could be the sweetest thing, but only when she wanted to. And she wanted to be a bad girl. I still don't get her sometimes, but that's just Laura.

Susan also has a boy and his name is Mark. When I first met him I felt like someone had knocked me over with a baseball bat. Why you may ask? Because he looked exactly like the frontman of "Reel Excitement". And back then, when I was 8 years old and totally in love with this band, it was enough to immediately let me love Mark. Of course, since I was so young it was more like admiring him. He was my new star. Every time when I visited my father I wanted Susan to come over because I knew she would bring Mark. I always wanted to look good for him; I just wanted him to like me. Mark had blond hair, very light blond hair, and sort of blue-green eyes. His eyes sparkle a lot. He looked good; as good as a ten year old can look to an eight year old girl who thinks she has found her star.

I think it's very illogical that the less I was obsessed with "Reel Excitement", the more obsessed I became with Mark. For one year I probably was something very close to a stalker to him, and the best thing was that he didn't minded. He thought I was cute and his friends tolerated me, so I began to hang out with them. After a while I knew everything about Mark. I knew that his favourite food were Frosted Flakes, at every time of the day, I knew he hated peanuts but loved almonds, and that he preferred bitter chocolate over the sweet kind. I knew that he loved skating, but that he was better at ice-skating. I knew that he adored his little sister, but he always was careful I didn't get jealous. I was his new sister, and I was accepted. And I absolutely loved it.

So, what do you think, should I go on? If you want me to, you can leave a little review :-)