A/N- A short first chapter, review and there will be a longer one tomorrow.

I go to a private Christian school and wear a uniform five days a week, but I love clothes. I've decided to make outfits for each chapter. Rory's clothes are going to be different than the ones on the show but she grew up different so her style is different.

Rory at the airport- http://www(dot)polyvore(dot)com/rory/set?id=4253652

Lorelai at the airport- http://www(dot)polyvore(dot)com/lorelai/set?id=4673843

Rory on the drive to New York- http://www(dot)polyvore(dot)com/rory/set?id=4249877

Chris in New York- http://www(dot)polyvore(dot)com/chris/set?id=4674065

Car- http://www(dot)polyvore(dot)com/car/set?id=4674295

"Are you sure you'll be okay with your dad all summer?" Lorelai Gilmore asked her seventeen year old daughter, Rory. It was a yearly routine. Every summer vacation of Rory's was spent in New York with her father, except this year was different. Lorelai would be in California, not Stars Hollow where she could visit Rory in New York on weekends.

"Yes, Mom. And if I get sick of hanging out up in New York, I'll just come home." Rory answered.

"Okay. Well, I guess this is it kiddo." Lorelai pulled her daughter into a hug. "I'm gonna miss you so much."

"Me too, Mom. I love you."

"Love you too, sweets." She pulled back. "Tell Chris hi for me."

"I will." Rory watched as her mom collected her bags and headed through security. This would be the longest they had ever been apart. Three whole months. On the bright side, Rory was getting a chance to hang out with her dad. What made it even better was that he would be shooting the movie for his latest script.

Rory made her way to the exit of the airport and climbed into the BMW X6 xDrive50i that had been her sixteenth birthday present from both of her parents. She turned on the radio and headed for the small town of Stars Hollow. It took her about thirty minutes to get there and when she did she pulled up in front of Luke's Diner and hopped out. Inside, Luke Danes, the local grumpy diner man stood with an order pad.

"Hey Luke!" Rory greeted.

"Hey Ror, did you get your mom to the airport okay?"

"Yep. Can I get some coffee and a burger and fries to-go? I'm going to pack tonight."

"Sure." Luke stuck his head in the kitchen and said something to Cesar. "When are you heading to New York?"

"Probably sometime tomorrow."

"Okay. If you need anything at all while you're there don't hesitate to call, okay?"

"Okay."

"And you can call and check in occasionally too."

"I will Luke, I promise."

"Good." He handed her a bag of food. "I love you, kid. Be safe up there."

"Love you too, Luke. And I will. Thanks for the food." She smiled at the gruff man before exiting the diner.

The Next Morning

"Hey Dad, its Rory. I'm getting ready to leave the Hollow. I should be there in a few hours. Love you!" Rory spoke quickly into the phone. She hung it up and headed out of the house, carefully locking the door behind her. She started her truck and headed for the center of town. After making a brief stop at Luke's to say goodbye to him she was on the road headed for New York. With the traffic it was about two and a half hours before she was pulling up in front of her dad's apartment. He stood on the curb waiting.

"Baby girl!" he exclaimed pulling her up into a hug that lifted her off the ground.

"Hey Dad!"

"I've missed you so much." He set her back down and stepped back to look at her.

"Me too."

"Well let's get your stuff inside." He walked to the rear of the tuck and opened the trunk pulling out the two biggest bags leaving smaller ones for her. She grabbed them and followed him into the building. His apartment was on the eighth floor. When they got inside she looked around. It hadn't changed much since her last visit at Thanksgiving. The living room was painted a warm chocolaty color with deep brown leather furniture. Past the living room was a long hallway that was painted a light beige color. There were four doors down the hall, two on each side, the master suite, the guest suite, the library and the linen closet. At the other end of the hall was the kitchen. It was a sunny yellow color.

"The place looks good, Dad."

"Thanks. I figured we would hit La Cocina for dinner. I have to be on set at nine tomorrow. You gonna tag along?" He asked as he began carrying her bags to her room.

"Definitely. It's been forever since I've seen Tom." She told him. Tom Shadyac had directed a couple of Chris' movies in the past.

"Okay." He kicked open the bedroom door and they stepped into the baby blue room. They dropped all the bags by the bed. "Ready?"

"Yep!"