A/N: A new story from me! I am quite bored with my Rogan stories, the only one I'm really interested in is 'Don't Walk Away', so I wanted to start a new one. Let me know what you think.

Background: Lorelai got pregnant when she was 16, but instead of Rory, she had a boy named Jason. One year later she had Rory. Both their fathers are Chris. Lorelai and Chris aren't together, Lorelai is with Luke and Chris is just dating around. Rory isn't the usual shy and innocent Rory, over the years she had changed.

That is pretty much all you need to know, everything else will be revealed as the story goes.

Chapter 1: The first meeting

"My God, what a crappy day," Lorelai said and sighed.

Rory shook her head and opened the door to the car and got out. "Mom, the sun is shining, birds are singing, kids are playing around…"

"There is no snow!" her mother protested and also got out. "It is nearly winter; it's not suppose to be warm and sunny, it is suppose to be freezing your ass off-cold and snow should be falling. This is all wrong!"

Rory rolled her eyes at her mother's rant and began walking.

"You know, this is a sign," Lorelai said as she caught up with her daughter and looked at her. "It's God's way of telling you that you shouldn't be doing this."

"I thought we talked about this," Rory sighed.

"We did! But honestly Rore, I don't understand why you are doing this. I know you have changed, but does that mean that you have you give up your dream? Harvard was your dream, it has been since forever."

"And unfortunately reality wasn't as good as the dream," Rory tried to explain. "Mom, I tried Harvard, but truthfully it sucked. I mean, there wasn't a Paris there, you need a Paris!"

"You need a Paris?" the older brunette said surprised with wide eyes. "Okay I knew that you aren't the innocent little girl anymore-" she paused and looked down at her daughter's attire. Tight fitted jeans, a short white top with a black long-sleeved fishnet-shirt over and finally a black leather-jacket "-but that you had turned into a drug addict…"

Rory rolled her eyes. "Mom…"

"Alcoholic?" Lorelai tried and raised an eyebrow. "Glue-sniffer?"

"I'm not a drug addict, an alcohol nor am I a glue-sniffer," Rory said dryly.

"It official then, you have gone insane!"

"Says the women who just accused her twenty year old daughter of being a drug addict, an alcoholic and a glue-sniffer," Rory commented.

"Well, you've turned all bad-ass on me," her mother whined. "And how do you even know that Yale will be better?"

"I don't," Rory agreed as opened the door to the big building. "But Jase like it, and that is saying a lot since Jase usually isn't very fond of school."

"Hon, somehow I don't think that is so much the school as it is the women that Jason enjoys. Plus, he had become attached to those weird friends of his."

"Mom, last time I met Colin he seemed cool enough," Rory disagreed.

"Yeah, but that was over a year ago, a lot could have changed since then. Just look at you, when you were sixteen you were innocent and naïve, and then you turn eighteen and bam!" she said and snapped her fingers. "Now you are completely different. Certainly not shy anymore."

"How many times are you going to throw that in my face?" Rory asked half-serious. "And I not such a bad-ass like you make me sound. So I changed my style, began partying and drinking a little-"

"-For God's sake kid, you got a tattoo!"

"You bought that for me!" Rory said with a smile, shaking her head at her mother.

"Doesn't matter, you still have it," her mother protested.

Rory rolled her eyes and let out a slight laugh. "Fine, but I'm sure Jason's friends are nice," she said and returned to the original topic.

"Well, you have never met Finn. Alcohol-drinking womanizing Finn Morgan," her mother pointed out. "Really, if he hadn't been exotic, there was no way Jason would be friends with him."

"Empty threads," Rory teased.

Lorelai stuck out her tongue. "Stop teasing me!"

"Then stop being mad because I'm transferring to Yale," Rory said seriously.

Lorelai sighed and ran a hand through her dark hair. "I'm not mad," she said sincerely. "I just need to know that you are sure that this is want to want. You were always so sure that Harvard was the place for you."

"But it turned out it wasn't. I really am sure mom; going to Yale is the right thing to do." She paused and gave her a smile. "Sharing a dorm with Paris though, not so sure about that."

Lorelai grinned evilly. "I thought you needed a Paris."

"I do," Rory said and nodded her head. "But I would have preferred to have her at arm's length."

"Personally I think it is great!"

"You would, you just love to see me suffer." She narrowed her eyes at her mother and then stopped walking. "Well, this should be it," she said and took a good look at the door before her. The door to her new dorm.

Lorelai nodded her head and stared at the door. "Well, it's pretty?" she said and looked at her daughter. "Are we going inside or what? Because honestly, I don't find the door that interesting. Sure, very nice wood, good size-"

"-my God, mom, please stop talking," Rory begged and opened the door. She was immediately met with the sound of Paris Gellar yelling out frustrated.

Lorelai followed her daughter and went inside. "How in the hell didn't we hear that when we were standing outside?" she whispered to Rory, who shrugged. "Well, let's go say hallo."

Rory let out a groan as her mother grabbed her arm and dragged her off to find Paris. She was in one of the bedrooms, sitting on her bed with her laptop.

"Paris?" Rory asked.

"Rory, I was wondering when the hell you were-" she stopped as she looked up and saw Rory and Lorelai standing in the doorway. "What the hell happened to you?"

Rory raised an eyebrow in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"The dark make up, the painted on pants and the skimpy fishnet top. I feel like I am watching 'Pretty Woman' backwards."

Rory rolled her eyes. "It's good to see you too Paris, thanks for the compliment," she said dryly.

"You are welcome Jessica Simpson. So tell me, why this drastic change? The boys not falling for the innocent look anymore?" Paris raised an eyebrow and looked at Rory.

"I simply wanted a change," Rory told her. "And the Jessica Simpson comment, not cool."

"She's right, if anything her hair had gotten darker," Lorelai stated. "And she knows the difference between tuna and chicken. I've got a smart kid!"

"Swell," Paris said dryly. "So quite amazing that the room was free, huh? I still can't believe that my roommate moved out."

"I can," Lorelai whispered to Rory.

Rory elbowed her in the side. "Yeah, it's quite the miracle," she answered sarcastically.

Paris shot her a look.

"Well," Lorelai began as her eyes drifted from Paris to Rory, "I would love to stay and watch the cat-fight, but mommy has got a little thing called work. You going to be okay, babe?"

Rory nodded her head. "Go, I doubt Paris will kill me just now. She always enjoyed a little foreplay."

"You are right, she likes to make you shake and shiver from fear first," Lorelai said with a smile.

"The things you people say about me," Paris said and shook her head and turned back to her laptop.

"Well," Lorelai began and lifted an eyebrow. "I better go. Say hi to Jase and tell him I wish I could come by to see him, but I have to go back to work."

"Okay mom, bye," Rory said and kissed her mother's cheek.

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"Please!"

"No."

"Please!"

"No."

"Please!"

"No Finn! You don't even know her, you haven't seen her. She could be ugly as hell," Jason pointed out as he went back to watching the movie.

"Colin says she is hot," Finn answered and raised an eyebrow.

Jason removed his eyes from the television and glared at Colin, who sat next to him on the couch, with narrowed eyes. "It doesn't matter; none of you are going out with my baby sister."

"You can hardly call her your baby sister, you are only one year older," Logan stated.

"Doesn't matter, she is my sister and none of you are going out with her." He turned to Colin. "And don't go around saying my sister is hot!"

"She is!" Colin defended himself. "Dark curly hair, baby blue eyes, pale silky skin and a body you wouldn't believe."

"My God, she sounds just like my type," Finn said excited. "If you look past the hair-colour, of course." He shifted his head and gave Rosemary a suggested smile. "Don't worry love, my heart is still burning for you."

Rosemary rolled her eyes annoyed. "I'm seriously thinking of colouring my hair."

"I don't blame you," Jason mumbled and ran a hand through his own dark hair. "Okay, I'll tell you again. Colin, Logan and Finn, stay away from my sister. I mean it."

"Don't worry Jase," Logan said from his spot behind the couch and patted his friend's shoulder. "I'm not going after your sister, I don't need to. Girls love me!"

"Thank man," Jason said dryly.

"Finn and Colin on the other hand… That's a different story."

"Girls love me!" Finn and Colin protested at the same time.

Steph let out a snort. "Sorry to tell you this, guys, but Colin, you are a tight ass who studies way too much and Finn, you are a drunk who studies too little." She paused dramatically. "The girls don't love you."

"Mean," Finn said offended.

"Bitch," Colin mumbled.

"Aw baby," Jase said and turned to Steph, a look of wonder in his eyes. "I have been waiting for someone to tell them that."

"My God, please don't tell me you have been watching 'Dirty Dancing' again. If you have to watch some romantic movie, then watch 'the Notebook'. Haven't mom taught you anything?"

The six of them turned around to see a tall brunette leaned against the doorframe, her arms crossed over her chest, a smirk on her face.

"Well, if it isn't none other than the new and improved Rory Gilmore," Jason said and got up.

"Complete with a new haircut," Rory joked. "Now, come here lover-boy," she said and crocked a finger.

Jase let out a laugh and walked over and embraced his sister. "My my, little sister, look how much you have grown."

"Yes, a whole inch since you saw me two weeks ago," Rory said sarcastically.

Jason rolled his eyes. "You told me you would call when you got here."

"Yes, well," Rory said and clear her throat. "Paris and I got a little occupied with giving each other new nicknames. Apparently I am Jessica Simpson."

"How nice. And she is?"

"I haven't come up with an official name yet. I just like to call her 'the chick that told the world about her new lost virginity'," Rory said with a shrug.

"Nice," Jason said with a grin and they high-fived. "So, come and meet my friends. And don't be scared. They might be the weirdest people in the world, but they won't hurt you."

Rory looked unfazed. "Jase, did I tell you about Terrance?"

"Terrance?" Jason asked.

"Oh yeah, Terrance is Paris' life-coach. Paris Gellar, whom I, by the way, live with." She sent her brother a look.

Jason nodded his head. "Got ya," he said with an apologetic smile. "Anyway, this is Colin, but you of course know him."

She nodded her head and smiled at him. "I see, still digging the expensive sweaters, huh?" she said as she took a look at his black boring sweater.

"You know me, never changing." He sent her a smile and quickly gave her a hug.

Jason rolled his eyes and pointed to Steph. "And the stunning blonde is Stephanie, also called Steph."

"Actually, we have already met," the blonde said.

Jason raised his eyebrow at his sister.

"She knows one of my 'friends' from Harvard. Pete." Rory turned to Stephanie. "Still talking about you, apparently you are the love of his life, the Rose to his Jack, the Maria to his Tony..." She rolled her blue eyes. "I would avoid Harvard for the next month or so, if I were you. He has put up posters."

Steph let out a pained noise. "Oh God."

Rory sent her a sad smile. "Don't worry, in a month or two he had found another blonde to obsess about. Trust me, that is his style."

"I hope to God you are right," Steph said with a smile. "Anyway, nice to see you again."

Jason looked at his sister strangely. "Well, apparently it's some interesting people you've become friends with. But nobody can beat my brunette friend here. Now, brace yourself," he began as his eyes fell on Finn. "This is-"

"-My God, I think I'm in love!" Finn shouted dramatically and dropped on one knee. "Marry me, please, you beautiful creature?"

Rory looked down on the Australian with a smile. "Let me guess, Finn?"

"And she knows my name!"

"Yeah well, mom told me to look out for the exotic one," Rory explained.

"Mom's here?"

"She had to go. Work. Though I really think she just wasn't in the mood for frat-boys right now. Or maybe she was afraid of being killed by Paris. Not sure."

Jason shook his head in mock disappointment. "Bad mom. Anyway, this beautiful redhead, also known as Finn's biggest weakness, is Rosemary."

"Seriously, you mother was right," Rose said in fake whisper to Rory. "Look out for Finn if you don't want him to jump you. And never ever colour your hair red. It's a curse."

"Got ya," Rory said with a quick nod of her head.

"Actually know that I think about it," Rosemary began. "Look out for all of them, they are all whores."

"Thanks for the advice," Rory said with a smile. "So tell me, who's the cute blond that has been staring at me since I entered?"

Logan sent her a flirtatious smile. "Logan Huntzberger," he said and kissed the palm of her hand. "And I must say, when Jason told us about you, he never mentioned how beautiful you were."

"Colin on the other hand did," Rosemary pointed out.

Rory grinned. "Aw, a charmer," she said to Logan and then turned to her brother. "Learn something from him, bro."

"Oh, how to be a man-whore?" Jason asked innocently. "I'll try."

Logan glared at Jason dangerously but he simply glared back.

Rory looked between her brother and Logan. "Starring contest, cool," she said and walked over to television. "'Casablanca', someone here has great taste!" she said amazed and plopped down on the couch.

Finn quickly joined her. "It's me, love, I'm very emotional."

Jason rolled his eyes but sat down beside his sister as Rosemary and Steph squeezed themselves down on the couch.

Logan looked over at Rory with a smile. "I take back what I said," he told Colin, still staring at the brunette. "I am so going after her."

"Go luck," Colin said with a grin and patted his friend's shoulder.