A/N:I meant to get this up sooner, but midterms and computer problems got in the way. The next chapter is actually the first one I wrote, so hopefully it will be up soon. Thanks so much for all of the reviews, I'm glad you like it so far! And I hope I don't dissapoint with where I'm taking it. Some of you gave me some good things to think about, which I appreciate. I'm not going to answer your questions just yet, however, everything will be revealed in due time.
Disclaimer: Everything you recognize belongs to whoever owns Gilmore Girls these days. I own nothing but Chloe. Who you finally get to meet :)
A few weeks later, Rory still hadn't figured out who Chloe was. People continued to confuse the two of them. Most people realized their mistake upon looking her in the face, but others seemed to be truly unable to tell them apart. Rory was getting to be more and more curious. It had crossed her mind to ask one of the people who called her Chloe, about the other girl, but she decided against it, thinking it would be too weird.
She was making her way down the hall after class one day when she heard someone behind her call for Chloe. She turned around to correct them, when she saw another girl with brown curls hurry up beside the caller and start talking animatedly. She stood still for a moment, wondering if she was finally looking at the mysterious Chloe. She'd forgotten she was in the middle of the hallway however, and someone in a rush bumped into her, scattering her books across the floor. Rory quickly bent down and began to gather them up, not noticing that the couple she had been watching had stopped to help after one of her books bumped into the foot of the brown-haired girl. Rory stood up and turned around to search for the remainder of her belongings, only to come face-to-face with the brown-haired girl,
who was holding out her things for her to take.
"Oh," Rory stuttered, shocked. "Uh, I, uhh, thanks," she finally managed.
"Welcome." The other girl said, a similar expression on her face.
"I feel like I just fell into the Parent Trap," Rory remarked, still staring at the other girl. Not only did they have the same hair, but their eyes were also shockingly similar, and while their features were far from identical, there was something similar there also.
"Yeah...I know what you mean," the other girl laughed awkwardly.
"Are you...are you by any chance Chloe?"
"Yes," the other girl said, seemingly surprised that Rory knew her name. "Oh!" She exclaimed a moment later. "You must be Rory!"
Rory nodded, not sure what to say. An awkward silence followed.
"I guess I can see why people keep confusing the two of you," remarked the friend Chloe had been speaking with.
Both girls jumped, having forgotten he was there.
"Yeah, I guess so. Um, I have to go, stuff to do, but, uh, maybe I'll see you around." Rory said hurriedly, rushing off to the Yale Daily News, thoroughly shaken.
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"What's wrong with you?" Paris asked bluntly, seeing how out of it Rory was.
"Oh," Rory said. "I met Chloe today."
"Who?"
"Chloe?" Noticing the lack of comprehension on Paris's face, Rory continued. "The one everyone keeps confusing me with?"
"Oh, right. And?"
"And, it was..." she trailed off, unsure how to describe the experience she'd had.
"Well?" Paris prompted.
"It was...freaky," Rory finally said. "We do look a lot alike."
"Oh."
"Oh?"
Paris shrugged. "Weird stuff happens sometimes. Maybe you two are distant cousins or something."
"Maybe," Rory acquiesced. "Anyhow, I should get back to work. I need to finish this article."
"Okay," Paris said. "See you later."
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A few hours later, Rory was making her way back to her dorm, when her cell phone rang. She struggled for a few minutes, balancing her stuff so she could grab the offending item.
"Hello?"
"Hey kiddo!"
"Hey Mom!" Rory said. "I have a freaky story for you."
"Freaky?"
"Trust me, it's really the most appropriate adjective."
Lorelai laughed. "I'll let you know after I hear it."
"Okay. So, randomly one day back near the beginning of the year, someone called me Chloe. Then, it happened again. And then again. And again, and again, and again. All year long. And the name Chloe is not terribly similar to the name Rory, so I figured there must be a girl out there whose name is Chloe, who has similar hair to mine or something."
"Still not feeling the freaky, here."
"That's because I'm not done yet. So then today, I'm walking out of my lit class, and I hear someone call out 'Chloe!' so I turn around, only to see a girl with brown hair rush over and start talking to this person. Then someone bumped into me, and I dropped all my stuff on the floor, and this girl and her friend started helping me pick my stuff up. And she went to hand me something, and I finally got a look at her face."
"Ooh! Ooh! Is this where the freaky comes in?"
Rory rolled her eyes. "Yes. It was very Parent Trap-esque, you know, when they see each other for the first time, and they're both shocked into silence, just staring there?"
"Yeah," Lorelai said, the excitement fading from her voice. Rory's reference had planted a tiny little farfetched seed of the thought into the back of her mind.
"Seriously Mom, it was so weird. If I didn't know us, I'd think we were related. Same hair, same eyes. Oh, and a few weeks ago I discovered she drinks her coffee just like us."
"Wow. Now that is weird," Lorelai agreed. The tiny little seed of thought was slowly growing into a not-quite-so-tiny little seed of thought.
"Yeah, I don't know what to think. Anyways, now that you've heard my freaky story, did you want something?"
"Huh?"
"You called me, remember?"
"Oh. So I did. Umm, I don't remember?" Lorelai said guiltily. And it was true, she could no longer why she had called.
Rory laughed. "Okay, well then I'm going to go, homework to do, call me later if you ever remember."
"Will do."
"Bye Mom, love you!"
"Bye sweets! Love you too."
