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A/N: Okay, let me just start out with the fact that whoever didn't review doesn't deserve this, I just thought it was kind of cruel for the people who did review to have a cliffhanger as an ending. And it's really embarrassing that I can't even get 12 reviews, it really is. Because I know you're all out there reading, but not reviewing. And, like I said, you don't deserve these chapters. Because I work hard for this story, and I think out everything just to give you a good chapter. And you can't even give me one measly review?

I'm going to keep on going with this story, for the people who do review regularly to tell me that their reading. And if you hate it, just tell me. Because I would like to improve. But, not saying anything? It's just not fair. Well, there's nothing more I can say. Just know I feel this way. It sucks for me.

I'm not going to even tell you to review anymore, do it if you want.

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She ran a hand through her fat stomach, "Maybe inviting Kirk isn't such a good idea. I mean, he did take a picture of the bride cheating on her husband at the Stalbick's wedding. But, it would be funny to see Grandma's face when we tell her Kirk is coming to the baby dinner."

They had grown costumed to calling it the 'baby dinner' instead of the 'baby shower.' Because it would probably be more like a baby dinner than shower.

"Hey, that's always a plus." Lorelai nodded, clicking her pen over and over again, distracted.

Rory wrote it down, "Okay, but I'll have to run it by Jess and Tristin first. Well, at least Jess. He knows Kirk way more than Tristin will ever know."

"You do that." She said in a mundane voice.

Rory raised an eyebrow at her mother. "Well, I might invite Barney to come and perform…or maybe serve umbrellas for appetizers."

"Sounds good."

She frowned and took the pen out of her mother's hands.

"Hey!" Lorelai protested.

"Your not paying attention to me, mom. Is it so hard for me to keep you from mourning for five seconds so you can help me plan my baby shower? For your grandchild?" She added.

Lorelai shook her head. "It's not too much…I'm sorry. It's just, I've been distracted with…"

Rory gave her a sorry smile. "I know. I shouldn't have made you come here. God, I'm such an idiot. It was too soon to even make you look at the stupid diner building…"

"No, no." Lorelai gave her a fake smile. "It was really nice of Luke to let you keep the apartment. I just have to be a little more careful of where I go, I don't know where he's staying now."

She nodded, "And how are you dealing with that?"

"Oh, I'm just peachy…" She said sarcastically. "You know, been keeping busy. He's been over a lot, actually. Move stuff from the house to wherever he's living now…it just sucks."

"Well, you did say no." Rory pointed out.

"I had to."

"No you didn't. You could have said yes, and right now you would be doing wedding invitations instead of thinking of what could have been."

She shrugged. "Rory, you can't talk about what you don't know. So, just leave it alone."

"But, you won't tell me what happened. How am I supposed to know why you ran?"

"I didn't run! I—Oh my god, I am not going to discuss this with you. Period. Now, let's go back to talking about the shower." She buried her head into her hands, "What about the food?"

Rory looked at her mother angrily. "Sookie's making mini-pizzas. We can still have it at the diner, or is that forbidden too?"

"I don't know…do what you want."

Her shoulder's dropped. "Should I invite Luke?"

Lorelai fixated her eyes on the ground. "You can do what you want with that too. I—I don't want to be included with that decision either."

Rory nodded, biting her lip. "I won't invite him."

Her mother looked up at her.

"I don't want him to be there if it's uncomfortable for the both of you. I want this to be fun, and it's not going to be fun with him hanging around…"

Lorelai felt guilt wash over her body. "Please don't do this for me, Rory. I want you to invite who you want."

"Okay, I will."

XX

"I would have never thought…"

"Yeah, I know, and the strangest thing is that she won't say a word about it at all. It's like if you touch that subject, you get executed."

"Well, Luke might be touchy about it…but he has never gotten to the killing level." Jess smirked, taking a large bite out of his hamburger, Rory hit him playfully on the arm.

She groaned, "This is not kidding stuff. They're both miserable, and I feel like they're going to go all Misery on each other." He chuckled.

"Do you know why she said no?" He asked, leaning back.

"I wish," She sighed, "but she wouldn't even tell me why they broke up. I had to annoy it out of her to even get that information."

"Sucks."

She smirked, "I'm glad you share my feelings…"

"Why?" He asked cautiously.

"Because…I thought that we could play matchmakers at the dinner?"

"Rory, no way. Forget about it. First of all, they want us to know nothing about what is happening with them. Luke hasn't even yelled at me for the last week. Do you know what that is? They don't want us to get involved."

She rolled her eyes. "Oh, fine. And I was all looking forward to playing spies with you."

"Hey, why didn't you suggest this to Tristin?"

"Well, he just doesn't know Luke and my mom as well as you do. Plus, he's already busy with school…and we live in the same town. More spying possibilities." She said uneasily.

Jess nodded smirking. "Do you want to know a reason why you couldn't possibly be a good spy?"

"Why?"

"Because you have to pee every five minutes."

Rory scowled and threw a fry at him. He just laughed.

XX

Lorelai handled the bags in her hands without care, she didn't really care what happened to her groceries. Luke was inside and she had to get out of there fast. She had already had a peek at him when she was buying her super coco puffs, which were a new recipe that Kirk made his mother's kitchen.

Not looking where she was going, she bumped into a familiar person.

"Wow, this has been happening a lot lately. We should get you a map or something…" Chris smirked, kneeling and helping her with the groceries.

Lorelai just stood there. "Hello Chris, I'm kind of in a hurry, so--,"

He handled her the toilet paper that had fallen. "You know ever since I moved here you've been distant. Are you mad at me?"

"Believe it or not, this has nothing to do with you." Lorelai snapped.

"What's with the 'tude?"

Lorelai looked down, embarrassed. But, mostly feeling some tears in her eyes. "Luke was in there."

"Oh." He sighed, pausing. "Do you want to go out to lunch?"

She looked up, surprised. "What? Seriously?" She sniffled.

"Let me take you out to lunch." Chris smiled, "A sympathy lunch?"

Lorelai's eyes twinkled. "I'm glad someone has some compassion. Rory only bought me a brownie."

"Sympathy, not pity."

"Same thing."

Chris rolled his eyes, "Please."

"Alright, but now it's a pity lunch for you. I'm doing this for you, not me."

He smirked, "Oh, you so want free food."

XX

"Lunch with Jess?"

"Yeah…" She frowned, "Lunch with dad?"

"Yes."

"Problem with my lunch?"

"Nope."

"Problem with mine?"

"Maybe." Rory bit her lip nervously, her eyes roamed all around the room. Lorelai looked at her hands. "Your not…I mean, you're not trying to maybe replace dad with Luke, are you? Because that wouldn't be right. And I don't know anything about the break-up since you didn't tell me, so, I don't exactly know if you broke up because you were madly in love with dad."

"I wasn't, and I'm not. Actually, the opposite. We just talked about…Luke and me. It's wasn't very progressive."

Rory's face filled with sadness. "So, you told dad about you and Luke, but you couldn't tell me?"

"Rory, can we not get into this? I already told you that I didn't want to talk about it…."

"With me. You don't want to talk about it with me. I get it now. Perfectly well, actually." Rory avoided eye contact and stood up shakily. She took the seating chart from the table and gave her mother a wave. "I—I have to go."

And the strange thing was, she didn't even try to go after her. Rory even waited outside the door for a few minutes to see if she would even try and make up, but she saw through the windows that she looked without a care. There was a weird feeling inside of her as she dialed the number for a taxi.

"Hi…I really need a taxi to New Haven…"

You know that you've really hit the low point of your life when a taxi driver looks at you with pity. She tried to wipe the tears off her blotchy face, but it wasn't working, all of her make up was running and everyone was sure to notice it. She hated the smell of taxis, it was like the smell of gasoline, which in her opinion was the worst thing that can go up your nostrils.

She had the man drive her right in front of the big iron gates. Yale.

She took out her cell phone and sighed. "Oh, hey."

Jess' voice was the best thing that she could hear at that moment. "Rory. Hi, umm, where are you? You said you were going to see your mom and then you were going to go see Tristin…did the date go badly?"

"I'm, uhm, at Yale right now…I guess I'll go see him."

"You guess?"

"I wasn't exactly thinking about him when I came here."

She heard a rustling sound, and then his voice came on clear again. "Then, uh, what were you thinking about? Paris?"

"Me, actually."

"That's kind of creepy."

Rory chuckled. "Yeah, well, I'm going through a really creepy phase."

"I swear to god, I'm going in there after you if you don't come in here this second!"

Her forehead wrinkled. "Was that a girl? Do you have a girl there?"

"Her name's Julia."

"Julia?"

"Yeah. We kind of met a few weeks ago, so, we're hanging out."

"Oh, dating hanging out…" She nodded, feeling her face grow hot, strangely.

"Umm, I guess."

"So, you're staying at the Inn and hanging out with girls? That's good." She snapped, and then sighed. "I'm sorry…what am I doing? I'm glad you're dating and living in the shed…it's—I mean--,"

"Are you okay?"

"Jess!"

"That's her calling you, Jess. You better go. I'm just going through some kind of mood swing right now."

"You don't sound too good."

"I don't feel too good. More like throwing up material."

He sounded worried. "You know, I can drive there and pick you up? I don't think that you should throw up on the bushes at Yale, they probably frown upon that. They prefer a clean Yale."

"Then I'll find a bathroom, but I really have to go."

"Jess! Who are you talking to?"

"She sounds needy…I'll leave you to her." Rory shut her cell phone, and she was just feeling much more nauseous. She held on to her stomach, as if she was afraid that it would fall off, and ran to one of the public bathrooms.

As she felt everything she had eaten come back up again, she held on to the toilet, not really caring about the grossness of the toilets in Yale. She flushed the toilet, with her hands feeling clammy and cold. She wiped her mouth with her other hand, and shut her eyes. All of her hair smelled like throw-up, and she had to tie it up into a bun, so she didn't have to smell that horrible smell. She couldn't even find the strength to stand up, so, she sat there on the cold floor of the stall. She just stared at the drawings and words on the walls of the stalls, it was the only thing that was keeping her from getting sick again.

Her throat felt as dry as it could get, and she didn't have a water bottle. She looked at her cell phone and ran through the list of people who she could call. Jess was out of the question, Tristin was not going to make her feel better, she didn't even want to think of her mother, and Luke was out of the question too. She only had one choice left.

"Hi, Grandma, I'm at Yale…" She shook her head at herself, "Um, no, I'm fine. But, can you come pick me up? Maybe I can stay over for the night? It would be so great, you have no idea…Okay. See you."

She stumbled out into the outer-bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hands were sticky with sweat, her hair was a mess, and her eyes were puffy. God, what was she making herself into? A girl that gets upset just because her ex-boyfriend has a new girlfriend? She was definitely not that girl. She was never going to be. Or wanted to be, at least. If that counted for anything.

She rubbed her blotchy eyes, and put on a brave face. She backed away from the sink, and looked at herself in the mirror, from head to toe. She smiled, when her large stomach reminded her that she was carrying something that she loved so much. Rory placed a hand on where Jess had put his hand the first time he had heard his baby.

She suddenly saw his brown eyes flash through her eyes.

"I thought you didn't read much."

"What is much?"

Then, a big banging in her head started. She had to sit down against the wall, for her not to feel like her head was going to explode. But, she didn't know what the headache was from. All she knew was that she had seen that night, the night that Jess and her met. She saw them, them walking in the street. It was so clear, she felt like she was there again.

Her heart was pumping through her chest, and everything was coming back to her.

"Think how dull your life would be without me."

His smirk, that night, it was alive again.

"I think I may have loved you."

It echoed in her head.

"I'm ready for this. You can count on me now. I know you couldn't count on me before, but you can now. You can."

She held on to herself, not wanting to loose herself in these insane thoughts. But, then she remembered. She hurt him.

"Don't say no just to make me stop talking or make me go away. Only say no if you really don't want to be with me."

She stopped, and then her hurting stopped. Everything in her head was out, and she was sweating. What had happened she didn't know, she just started and couldn't stop. She thought for a moment that she was going insane. Or maybe she still was, she sighed. His voice, his voice, it just came back for a second. Maybe she was remembering. Remembering. That was it. Huh.