Life – live your reality
Intro: Taking place after Rory's graduation. Rory has been on the Obama campaign for a few months, it is Christmas time, but she has to stay on the campaign to cover Obama's Christmas and New Year speeches. Rory tries to stay in contact with her family and friends, like Paris, Jess, Lane, etc. through e-mails, but hasn't heard from Logan since her graduation.
Chicago, December, 20Th, 6 am
The ringing of her phone awakes Rory from her pleasant dreams, dreams about Christmas in Stars Hollow and at her grandparent's house, with her family Lorelai, Christopher, Gigi, Luke, April and of course her future-step-cousin Jess.
She answers the phone "Rory Gilmore speaking" – "This is the front desk you requested a wake up call in the morning." After thanking the receptionist she slowly gets up, starts the coffee maker before entering the bathroom, happy to be without a roommate during the holiday-season.
Finally presentable she leaves the room, a cup of coffee in the right hand, her laptop bag in the other and makes her way in the cold, snowy, windy reality, often called Chicago. Knowing it would be useless to get a taxi she steers towards the next train station.
Sitting in the wagon, looking outside, watching the scenery flash by, she starts thinking, not without getting a little bit melancholic.
What would have been if I had said yes, I wouldn't be alone right now, not having to celebrate Christmas alone in a shabby motel room. They might even have been happy; at least there would have been somebody, who loved her. Did they love each other or did they love the theory of being a perfect couple, the complete opposite to their parents' relationships. Would I have been able to stand the possibility of being a stay-at-home-mum, would I have been able to keep him close to me, prevent him from having affairs?
God, why am I thinking about such stuff right now, why can't I let go, why, why, why?
Oh, that's my station; I have to hurry to get to Obama's speech in the ballroom of the Public Chicago hotel. What a wonderful hotel, I would love to stay here, or to just take a look around, but I am already late.
I am one of the last reporter to enter the conference room, in the beginning of the tour I thought it would be the opportunity of my life, but right now I just want something different, something exciting, I don't even know how to describe what I need and want.
During my musings Obama has finished his speech, I take a look at my notepad just to realise that I have taken notes as usual, enough to write an article for Hugo's online magazine.
All around me my fellow reporters are chatting and making plans, suddenly Scott is in front of me and we start leaving the conference room together. Scott and I have been hanging out sometimes in the last months, not quite dating because I am not ready for something like this, even if I am sure Scott wants a lot more than friendship. I see it in the way he stares at me.
"Hi Ror, you wanna grab a bite and eat it down at the river?" "Sorry, but I have to finish my article first and then I just want to relax with a book." "Come on Ror, you can't keep me at arms length forever, I have been the good and nice guy, but I want you and I sure I have invested enough to justify this whish." "I never promised you anything, I didn't want to lead you on, but I told you from the beginning that I don't want anything else than friendship, I am sorry. Have a good day."
I am turning towards the exit, then I feel fingers closing tightly around my wrists, I turn around with anger in my eyes.