Disclaimer: I do not own ANY of the Gilmore Girls characters. I wish I could at least meet them!!! To own Jess would be even better!! (yummy!!) lol….Anywayz…I really hope that no one directly copies and pastes my story. I had a little mix up with that situation already. Also, this is NOT a song fic!!!

Now…On with the story!!!

Chapter 1-There's no place like home

Rory Gilmore sat in her New York apartment on a rainy day missing her hometown. She had finished her last year at Yale just a few months
before and thought she needed some alone time so moved to New York, despite her mother's pleas for her to stay in Stars Hollow. On this
rainy day she sat, writing in a book, as if she were to publish it, the story of her life.

My mom was only sixteen when she had me. I don't know and don't think she planned to have kids at that young an age. When the news got out, my grandmother and grandfather wanted her to get married to my father, for the baby's sake. They didn't. I was born in Hartford, Connecticut and shortly after, my mom moved to Stars Hollow, without my dad. He went to live somewhere in Boston and I didn't see him for a long time.

As I grew up in Stars Hollow I became more like my mom each day. It scared some people like Luke. Luke was the best guy anyone could know. He filled my mom up with coffee and gave me doughnuts when I was very little. As I grew older though, I started to have coffee and became an addict just like my mom. Luke, of course, would only give us a limited amount of cups per day even though my mom begged for more. I always thought Luke was the perfect daddy because I never saw my own but eventually, I did and he promised to stay with us. He broke his promise though, when his girlfriend got pregnant. Then I was back to where I started, alone with my mom and my town.

If you looked up Stars Hollow in the dictionary it would probably say: A town no one has ever heard of where everyone knows everyone else's business and you can find a friend anywhere you turn. A place filled with events. Nothing to be bored of with a special place to think…

But doesn't every town have one of those? For me, it was a bridge where I could read my books, figure out problems, or simply stare at the water that lay under it. It was a very peaceful and special place where I spent most of my childhood. I would always go there alone and didn't tell anyone. No one would dare come and find me because they knew I would come out eventually, the same old person they knew. That's what everyone said they loved about me. I didn't take my problems out on anyone, I kept them inside and I always saw the good in everyone. Even Jess Mariano.

Jess came to our little Connecticut town in need of a friend. I could see that right off the bat. He was a friend of mine's nephew. Luke, coffee supplier and a very good friend of my mom's. Jess came to town on a bad note. He came from New York, where I reside now, full of hate. Hate for his mother, everyone that was connected to her, everyone else and life. Of course, when he came I knew that he couldn't be in his 'I hate you' attitude all the time so I tried to talk to him, make conversation. He told me he didn't read much and I said I was the total opposite. I loved to read and I couldn't see why anyone couldn't like to read.

When Jess 'stole' his first book from me, I didn't know his way of understanding them until he gave it back. When he did I questioned if he stole it. He answered saying he wanted to put some notes in the margins for me. I asked him if he had read the book before. He confessed, « About forty times. » He lied to me; he did read a lot. In the next few months Jess 'stole' many more books from me and we became good friends even though my boyfriend, at the time, didn't like him. To make matters even better, my mom didn't take a liking to him either.

Now my mom was a cool mom. By cool I mean young, and supportive of all my decisions. She was my best friend and still is but at that time, when Jess came, she just didn't understand. I liked Jess as a very good friend and knew he had the same feelings for me. My mom thought he would only make my life bad because of his history…

Rory looked at the clock, which read 11:00 p.m. 'Enough' she thought and closed her book, leaving it on the table. She got up and walked into the kitchen.

"Boy writing can make you hungry." She said aloud looking at the dog on the floor that stared back at her.

"Isn't that right Sparky?"

Sparky barked as if to agree with her.

Rory went into the fridge and poured herself a glass of water. She couldn't have coffee at this time of night, not with work in the morning. After drinking her water she closed the kitchen light and walked across the living room just as her roommate, Jenny, came in.

"Hey Rory what're you doin' up so late?" Jenny asked following Rory to the bedrooms.

"Nothin' I was writing." Rory replied as the two walked into their separate bedrooms for the night.

"Kay well…don't ask me to wake you up tomorrow morning." Jenny warned which reminded Rory to set her alarm clock early enough so that she could take a shower before work.

"Alarm set." She called. "But I might wake you up in the process of me waking up so watch out!"

"Very funny!" Jenny called back knowing it was true. Rory was the loudest person when it came to waking up. When she woke up, everyone else had to too.

'Well…tomorrow's a new day.' Rory thought. 'Maybe tomorrow will be a better day than today.'

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Hey Everyone! I'm back with a new fic!!! I actually got the idea for this fic from a sing fic! This story will be a lit and I have a bit of it planned out already. I'll be back soon with the next chappie!!! Ciao for now!~CoffeeJunkie02