A/N: I'm sorry. Blame school.

I don't own Grey's or Gilmore Girls. The chapter of this title comes from the song "Love Story" by Taylor Swift. Enjoy!

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Addison was staying too close to her parents. She knew it; she just couldn't do anything about it. She had been told that most of the kids were over in the pool house by Mrs. Gilmore, but that didn't mean anything. They were probably drinking. Addison didn't need that. She had far too much to worry about besides drinking. She had vices, yes, but legal vices were easier to come by.

Ruth's dark hair and eyes searched-out Addison and she walked over to Addison.

"Addison! You're here!"

"Yeah. Not by choice."

"Don't worry about it, if I had a choice it definitely wouldn't be here."

"Where's Leah?"

"Volunteering at our church. I tried to get in on that volunteering, but alas, no. Also I figured I'd save you from hanging around with your parents all night."

Addison sent out a smile of gratitude.

She had been talking to all of them a lot, and ate lunch with them almost every day. She felt like she had a place in Rutherford, regardless of it was the place she wanted.

But then there was Lorelai. Lorelai sometimes passed her notes in English, with random thoughts and smiley faces. Addison never wrote back but always wanted to. It was nice of Lorelai. And facing facts, Lorelai was much more of where Addison wanted to be than where Ruth was, even if Ruth was considerate and caring.

"Are you okay?"

Addison nodded. "Sorry. Distracted."

Ruth laughed. "Do you want to find something to eat or drink? Maybe a Coke or something?"

"Sounds wonderful. I saw some Cokes before…I don't know where they went though."

"Let's go track down these sodas then."

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Lorelai lay in the bed next to Christopher, smiling lazily. "That was perfect," she whispered gently into his ear.

Christopher smiled and wrapped his hand around her stomach. "It was wonderful."

Lorelai had always expected to feel different after she had sex. To feel older, more grown up. To feel something. All she felt right now was contentedness. A general fullness, happiness.

They had snuck away into one of the poolhouse rooms after Lorelai had realized they were free and Emily would be distracted for at least an hour. And it had happened. Sex. The big taboo. All things considered, Lorelai didn't understand what was so magical about it. Sure, it was exciting and wonderful, but it didn't change Lorelai as she had expected it to. That was a comforting thought. Comforting and terrifying.

After another fifteen minutes, Lorelai pulled off the covers and slipped into her sweater. "We better get back out there…people will wonder."

"Who, Lore? Everyone knows."

"Anyone who just comes. My mother, maybe."

"You're not regretting this?"

"God, no. We just need to get back to the party."

Lorelai ducked out of the room and snuck around the poolhouse and came through the front. Maeve grabbed her arm as soon as she walked back in and pulled her into a chair.

"So, did it happen?"

Lorelai blushed. Maeve grinned.

"Tell me everything."

"Well, we snuck off and had sex."

"Bitch. I want to know the nitty-gritty. I told you everything about mine. Did it hurt? Was he sweet?"

"It didn't hurt that much, he was so considerate, it felt wonderful. We were–erm-safe. I can't believe I waited so long."

Maeve smiled and hugged her friend. "I'm so glad I'm not the only one anymore. Sarah disapproves."

"She does not."

"She does. She's not mean about it, but she disapproves. We're 'too young.'"

"Or too old."

Lorelai smiled and looked up as the door opened. Emily walked in, and Lorelai felt lucky she had left when she did.

"Lorelai, there you are. I've been looking all over. Ruth and Addison are sitting on a couch in the main house. Come get them."

Lorelai stood up and followed her mother. Emily licked her finger and tamed a piece of Lorelai's hair.

"What did you do, rub your hair on a balloon?"

Lorelai bit her lip to keep from laughing. She walked inside the main house and caught Addison and Ruth sitting in chairs, drinking Cokes and talking.

"Mom, they look happy."

"Just have them go to the poolhouse."

Lorelai shrugged. She walked over to them and sat down. "Hey."

Ruth nodded in her direction. Addison smiled. "Hi."

"Do you want to come over to the poolhouse? That's where everyone our age is…and we have better music."

Addison answered before Ruth could decline. "Sounds lovely."

Lorelai smiled. "Great."

Ruth stood up and followed Lorelai and Addison out of the house and across the lawn.

"So you're both in Madame Graham's French class, right?"

"Yeah."

"I love her. She's awesome. I love her accent, and when she sings "Sur Le Pont D'Avignon."

"She's nice."

"Nice? She's wonderful. Last year I was bawling in her arms after school and she just kept patting my head in her grandmotherly way and going, "Oh, Anne-Marie, Anne-Marie." Lorelai grinned. "She doesn't ever call me by my real name, even when I'm falling apart. Get to know her, she's so great."

Ruth nodded, and Addison shrugged. Lorelai opened the door to the poolhouse.

"Here we are. Drinks are over there, if you want some. Otherwise, just relax and do whatever."

Christopher came up behind Lorelai and kissed her neck. Lorelai blushed and grabbed his hand, going somewhere else. Ruth sat down, and turned to Addison.

"Addison, we didn't have to come."

"We didn't, Ruth, but I wanted to. We need to at least be in here. We don't have to talk to anyone else, we don't have to fraternize. We just have to be here."

"Fine. If it's so important to you to be liked by Lorelai."

Ruth turned away and walked towards the drinks. Addison followed her.

"It's not. It's just…I'm new, and I just need to be friendly to everyone. I don't need to a bitch."

"Saying 'no' to Lorelai doesn't make you a bitch. It makes you nothing."

Addison threw up her hands. "This is stupid to be fighting about. It's pointless."

"I guess."

"I'm sorry."

"Me too."

They took stock of the drinks. Lots and lots of soda. Addison was surprised. This wasn't what she had expected.

"You all want beer?"

Andrew was behind them both, holding a bottle.

"If you do, let me know. It's hidden, in case Emily comes in."

"We're good," Ruth answered. "But thanks."

"You sure?"

Ruth nodded. "We're positive."

"Suit yourselves."

Ruth grabbed another Coke and went back to where she had been sitting. Addison had no choice but to follow her.

"Did you hear?"

Addison looked up to see a girl standing above them, holding a beer and swaying a bit.

"Hear what?"

"Lorelai and Christopher did it in the next room just twenty minutes ago."

"Did what?" Addison asked stupidly.

"Had sex."

"Oh. Thanks for telling us."

The girl nodded. She walked on, probably to spread the news to some other unsuspecting people.

"What odd news to get."

"Odd and common," Ruth said. "It's big at these parties. Last year it was Maeve and Simon; here it's Lorelai and Christopher. It's pretty much expected."

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Lorelai grinned as she watched the last person leaved. It was 1 in the morning and she was frankly quite tired. Especially with that whole sex business just hours before. God, just the memory was enough to make her heart race. She watched as her mother berated the maids before going upstairs to her room and flinging herself down on her bed. Sex. It was tonight. It had been tonight. She would always remember tonight, September 22, because it was the night she had lost her virginity. There was something so special about it. Something so magical and wonderful.

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Addison lay in bed. She hadn't ever been kissed and here Lorelai had lost her virginity. It wasn't fair at all. It sucked, more like it. Some people just had everything.

A/N: I'm sorry for the long update, but I rushed through this. NaNoWriMo starts tonight (!) and so I tried to finish this quick because I definitely won't update for a month.

I hope you liked it!