DISCLAIMER: I don't own Gilmore Girls or anything

Please, bare with me here, I've confused myself with this and I'm trying to sort it out

CHAPTER 1

"Lori. Come on, get up or you'll be late for school." Lorelai Hayden called as she knocked on her daughter's bedroom door.

"Excuse me ma'am." The new maid said as she put folded sheets into the linen closet.

"Kate, I've told you before, not to call me ma'am. It makes me feel old. Lorelai will do." As she said those final words she could hear her mother's disapproval, 'Really Lorelai you mustn't allow yourself to become chummy with your staff.'

"Right, Lorelai. I'll try and remember that. Um, Miss Lori left for school twenty minutes ago."

"Seriously? Where does this kid come from? She is nothing like I was at sixteen."

Kate smiled and went back to her work as Lorelai headed down to the kitchen.

"So, you're daughter is an absolute mystery." She said, pouring a coffee for herself and her husband Christopher. "Myth busters are devoting an entire episode to us. To see whether or not it's actually possible for two carefree people like you and me to ever give birth to such a serious child like her. Or if it was just a mix up at the hospital."

"Lorelai, where was Lori last night?" Chris asked looking up from the paper.

"She was at a party with her friends." At Christopher's angry look, she tried to defend her daughter. "She needs some time out you know. She's the perfect student all the time and it's so hard on her."

"That's the third party-"

"This month. She's ahead in all of her classes, I don't see the problem if she has a slow day every once in a while."

"Princeton will see-"

"Princeton will see a perfect student. So will Harvard, Yale and Columbia" Lorelai defended again.

"I just think we need to set some ground rules."

"Ground rules? Chris, Lori's almost sixteen. I think we left the rules a bit too late. Don't you?" He glanced at his watch and folded the paper.

"I have to get to work. We'll talk about this later."

Lorelai stood glaring after her husband, the coffee's cold and forgotten on the counter.

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