This is extremely short. But its just an intro. I have writer's block on my other story so i decided to write a GG fic. There is also a little mystery in this prolouge. Who is Rory's man? lol You can probably guess. If you want, guess in your review and then you can see if you're right. Well, start reading!


Rory's POV

As I slid on my stomach into the cold, clear water, I felt at ease. Well, okay I was Supposed to feel that way. My mother and best friend in the universe, had decided that since I have gone off to college, we have spent no time together. In a solution to this, she had dragged me off to a Hawain vacation. Most people would have been thrilled. Heck, I would have been thrilled if it weren't for my brain's input and worry.

My grandparents had come along on this trip, but being their predictable selves, they were presently attending another seminar. Third one since we've been here. We've only been here for two days! Anyway back to the beach. As you know, I was trying to relax but I could only think of one thing, one person actually, my boyfriend of two and a half years. He had came all the way from my hometown of Starz Hollow to my present living quarters. A very small dorm room residing in the Harvard campus grounds. Yes, I had made it into my dream school. The place I wanted to go to since I could remember. I have been attending it for two years now. It was hard at first. I had to leave my mom, all of my friends, my unusual and charming town, and of course my highschool sweetheart. My boyfriend has been amazing about it all. We talk on the phone daily, which explains my unbelieveably high bill.

Anyway he came up, like he does almost every month. However this time he had a very important question for me. You guessed it. He proposed. And I accepted. But how was I suppposed to tell my mother? I had promised her that I would finish school beforwe any other commitments. But this decision, It felt right, and comforting. My boyfriend is planning to fly here, and break the news to my family tommorow. I believe that it will be harder than even I am expecting. He doesn't seem worried about it. I feel like a fourteen year old girl, I honestly cannot wait to see him. His sly grin, and suave way of walking. In some ways he is a mystery to me, and in others, I know that man better than I know myself, or even my mother.

I am in my hotel room now, my mom in the bed across the room mumbling in her sleep. I remember her doing that. I really miss being with her all of the time. Once I'm married and my husband, (wow that is strange to say ) moves in with me things willl be better. Yeah I'll keep telling myself that. Anyway I am going to sleep now. Tommorow will be an eventful day, to put it mildly. Talk to you then.