A/N: I know most of you know I don't put out an Authors Note in the begining of my chappies but I had to put this out. BloodyMaryBloodyMaryBloodyMary, also known as my best friend, I appreciate you reading my story, but there is a reason that I didn't email you all of my chappies when I started. I do NOT like Dean. That is an understament. Jared P. is okay, but his character not so much. I have advised you not to read chapter 7 and I will say this one more time. DEAN IS A MAJOR BAD GUY HERE! YOU WILL HATE ME AFTER YOU READ THIS! THIS IS YOUR WARNING AND BY READING THE REST YOU WAVE ALL RIGHTS TO HASSLE ME! I DO NOT CARE ABOUT WHAT DEAN FANS THINK OF ME AT THIS POINT! LAUREN IF YOU ARE READING THIS SAME THING!


Life is just one damned thing after another. Elbert Hubbard (1856 - 1915)

Chapter 7

"Alright, that was an amazing lunch! But I'm still not full," Lorelai teased. She looked at all the bags around them and looked at Andy. "A.P(her nickname for Andy, because he was very smart and his initials), how much money do you actually have?"

Andy looked at her for a second, a little taken back. He never talked about his money with anyone, because he hated money. That was why Andy was always so willing to buy things for Rory and Lorelai, but he never threw it away, because he realized the importance of having money. "I think that's a bit rude," he answered as his eyes clouded.

"I don't."

"Andy, it's okay, you don't have to tell us. Forget she even mentioned it," Rory said, yet she knew he was going to answer them. He didn't like secrets, no matter how much it hurt to discuss them. His parents had kept too much from him as a child. She sent a death glare at her mother, because Lor knew he wouldn't deny her.

"My trust, that my grandfather set up when I was born started off at about 8 million, but added to it all the time. By the time he died, it was around 22 million, and his estate and saved up money, along with life insurance was worth a bit under a billion dollars." He paused, eyes watering. He only ever touched that money when he was buying for Rory or Lorelai, knowing how little they had and how big a heart his grandfather had. He spoiled his baby sister because she never really knew their grandfather. "That doesn't even take into his buisness. And I live like a normal person, and save my cash, my parents let me keep my college fund, and I work. So I've saved most of my money, that hasn't gone to bills, and I have a high paying job so whatever. Listen I have to go do some stuff. Why don't we all meet at the Apple Store in about an hour?"

He didn't wait for an answer as he grabbed his things and left his dumbfounded friends. They always knew he was loaded, and didn't have to pay mortgage because the house was all paid off, but even though his grandfather was the richest Gilmore, they didn't think it went that far.

They each grabbed their bags and went in their separate directions. Rory was wandering, still in shock, when she heard a voice behind her, "You look like someone just hit you with a crowbar."

She turned around seeing Tristan. "Oh, it's nothing. What are you doing here?"

"Looking for my sister's birthday gift, but I'm a bit lost. Maybe you could help me?"

"Sure, I have an hour to kill. I'll need to know her favorite color, and what kind of stuff she likes, and what size purse she likes."

"Um, okay? Robin Egg blue, sports and partying with friends, and not too small, but not gigantic either. Is this like a girl thing?"

"More like a Gilmore thing. Follow me."

She led him around the corner to a big store with the words VANITY above the doors. She led him inside and started to pick at random things in the store. When she was done she presented him with what she had picked out. She held a black, medium sized purse with gold studs, a pair of stylish, bulky, black sunglasses, a funky polka dot watch, a toe ring and matching anklet, and a silver necklace with blue colored sandal on it.

"Okay that is freaky, that is so my sister! How did you do that?" he said in awe, because he knew that his sister Charlotte would love all of it, and they weren't way too extravagant.

"Well, she likes sports but is also a kind of clubby girl, which probably means she is into ankle jewelry and these sandal necklaces are really popular. Plus most girls like cute watches, and I love this bag. I have one myself. Now go pay!"

He came back about 15 minutes later holding a big white VANITY bag. Rory looked at her cell phone and realized she had 7 minutes to get all the way across the third level of the mall.

"Oh shoot! Tristan I have to go, but I hope your sister likes the stuff!" she said as she started to walk away, but Tristan grabbed her hand before she could leave.

"Rory, you want to go out sometime?"

Rory thought about Jess' words, but at the same time she remembered what she had told her mother. Could she really go out with someone else? She knew that she wanted Jess, but he wasn't. Why? Should she go out on a date to prove it to him? But he would never want me to prove anything to anyone. Its how he is!

"Tristan I can't. Jess told me to date other people, but I can't because, even if he doesn't know it, I want him. I'm sorry."

"Hey, no, I guess I can respect that. I'll see you around Mare," he smirked.

"See ya Bible Boy," she said as she walked to the Apple Store.


"Ugh. I feel dead. I think I'm just going to go home and lie down," Andy said as he headed back to his car, Finn in tow. They exchanged "Talk to you later"s and the boys left.

"Rory I am so sorry I never listened. I apologized to Finn and he's okay with it, but you have every right to hate me," Lor apologized as she made coffee in the kitchen.

"It's okay mom, but I don't want to talk about it right now, I have to do something," Rory said vaguely as she ran out of the house and to the place she needed to be.

"So how did I know you would be here?" Rory snarked as she saw Jess reading on the bridge next to Stars Hollow High.

"Well I don't know maybe you're-" Jess began but was cut off.

Rory kissed him out of no where. She leaned into him and he kissed back. She could feel his tongue demanding entrance, but she loved to surprise him and kept her mouth closed as she pulled away.

"I know you are what I want Jess, I don't need to date to prove it."

"Huh. Can we get back to that kissing thing? Because that was nice."

She laughed as she took his hand and led him closer to the school. They were at the side of the front steps, and Jess' mind was reeling. What in the hell is she doing? Why the fuck are we relocating for a simple kiss?

"This is where I first felt like I was good at something. It's the place the editor off the SHH newspaper told me that I would be the first freshman reporter. And you make me feel good, so it seems only fitting," she smirked as she answered his thoughts.

He kissed her, and was allowed entrance this time. They were deep into the kiss when suddenly, they were ripped apart.

(A/N: BLOODYMARY TURN AWAY NOW! LAUREN IF YOU ARE READING SAME APPLIES!)

Dean had pushed Jess away from Rory and tried to punch Jess, but Jess' New York instinct made him duck and hit Dean with an uppercut to the jaw. Dean responded by trying to tackle him, but Rory had decided to make them stop and attempted to pull Dean away. He merely pushed her back with such force that she hit the wall of the steps. Jess realized what just happened and gave Dean his hardest right hook, and ran to Rory's side, who was grabbing at her shoulder. He turned back once he saw that Rory was alrite, but Dean was gone.

"What was he even doing here?" Rory asked as Jess helped her up, avoiding her bad shoulder, it would be bruised in the morning.

"Hockey try-outs," Jess said as he nodded to the sign that was visible in the school hallway. "Come on, let's get you home."

Andy sat alone in his Grandfather's house. He paid a woman to come in twice a month to dust and vacuum, but otherwise, no one had been their but him. Finn took a rental car to New Haven to stay with some of his Yale friends.

Andy set a fire in his Grandfather's study. No. Not anymore. His study. His gramps had the deed and never had to pay mortgage or payments. It was his home, and now it was Andy's.

Andy didn't care that it was September, he needed the fire.

"Hey gramps! How's it hanging? You talking to Twain, and Poe, and Shakespeare up there? I'm sorry I haven't done anything to your buisness, but you set everything, and you knew that I never wanted that job. You just didn't want my jackass father to get it though, because he never cared about you, and we knew it. You left everything to me, because my sister was a total bitch to you before she even knew you. I love her though, but she's still a total brat. I wish I never went to that party, you know? You gave everyone the day off, and you were home alone, and you had the heart attack. I shouldn't have gone, because-" He paused as tears were pouring down his face and he couldn't bear his next thought. "Because I knew deep down that something was wrong with you, but it was my graduation party, and the guys told me I had to go for one last good time. I came home and saw you in the backyard. I felt it in my gut, and I left early, sober.

"I didn't want to drink, because you took me in. When my parents and I had that huge fight, you took me in, so I cleaned up. I stopped drinking at parties, staying out all night without calling, and pulling crap. I don't know why I wasn't upset when I arranged the funeral, or when I made sure you were buried at night, and the wake was before hand. I guess I just kept thinking 'Under the stars was where he felt at home and okay.' I guess that I really am like you, staring into the flames."

/FLASHBACK

"Gramps what are you doing? It's June and it's scorching outside!" an 17 year old Andrew asked his grandfather.

It was the middle of a heat wave, and here was James Newton Gilmore in front of a fire.

"The flames are beautiful. And magical. It feels like the spirits are here and still with me," Mr. Gilmore replied. "Did anyone ever tell you that you had an Aunt?"

Andrew sat next to the old man and shook his head. The elder man continued.

"She died when she was 16, in a plane crash. It was horrible. She wrote poems, beautiful poems. Just like she was. Your father blamed me for letting her go, but I knew she needed freedom.

"See, she wanted to see Europe for the summer, and she was going to meet her friends a week later. She wanted to backpack and stay in hostiles, but I insisted on putting her in a hotel until her friends got there. Your father had you that year, and suddenly he knew all about parenting, yet nothing about his baby sister. He fought with me about letting her go, and your grandmother had already passed. Amanda was wild, and free, and she would not be cooped up or denied."

"Because he hated the decision you made, he started to hate you? Is that why my father hates that I'm so much like you?"

"Oh no, you're not only like me, you have a huge chunk of Amanda in you. My boy, you have Amanda's heart, her spirit, her soul, and her smile. Lorelai loved her you know. I would leave something to her in my will, but she would never except it. She's much too hard headed. You take care of her, you hear? I need my rest now."

END FLASHBACK/

Andy walked over to his grandfather's desk and opened one of the drawers. It was full of notebooks and compostion books. He took out the bulky one with a light green cover. He opened to a page he had become familiar with in the passing years.

ANGELS

Send me an angel, I beg of you
My light has broken, I don't know what to do
I no longer know who I am
It feels like no one gives a damn
Alone is hardest when no one tries to break in
And you are aware of every dropping pin

Send me angel, I hope and pray
That someone will stay
Heaven seems so far away
Except during the break of day
And I can feel them all
Asking me to stick around for the long haul

Send me an angel, this is my plea
My light has broken, I cannot see
In my deep pit of alone
With no one, not even a bug under a stone
I feel them and it kills my heart
I thought they would stay, instead of leaving after the start

God send me an angel tonight
Before I lose my sight

"I'm supposed to let go know, huh?" Andy laughed to himself as he put down the notebook and extinguished the flame.


HEY HEY HEY! How are you guys? Okay so I'm wrote this on Gobble Gobble day, so I won't update until I am statisfied with your reviews. How do you like it? Okay, I really wanted to give you more about Andy and the Gramps/cash thing. He is like 22 and a billionaire who was basically EXILED from his family, but he's still amazing! I based this on some friends of mine. One who has a HUGE heart, another who is just so laid back, another who has money, but could care less, and someone whose gramps dies before they were born. Poem is mine, but I thought about using one from Emily Dickinson.

Vanity IS A STORE! It is located in Mrytle Beach, South Carolina. Actually it's like 6 different ones in different locations, but w/e. My cousins store and it is ROCKING! I sometimes help her out when she is buying inventory in Manhattan, and I loooove her stores! PM me for her website. Or ask in reviews

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Life Sucks, all we can do is shake it up.

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