A/N: Hello, fellow GG fans! Yes, I HAVE been in hibernation and I was
planning to stay there until summer started, but I'm writing this in an
attempt to relieve the crushing boredom I'm experiencing right now. Just to
clear it up, this isn't a sequel to Rags and Riches, just a roughly written
attempt at organizing the new plot that popped up in my head while I was
trying to sleep last night; I'm not even sure if it'll ever get finished.
Um, it's a random title and I don't know if the storyline's been used
before-plz let me know if it is, or if you like it, or…Heck, review anyway!
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It had been too good to be true and she'd known that, but knowing and accepting were completely autonomous. Sniffling into her pillow, the petite figure tried to drown out the steady beat of the rain. Were she not the one in this position, she would be laughing at the pure black-and-white movie aspect of it all. Guy breaks up with girl after long relationship. It is raining outside and girl runs of crying. Now all she needed was a charming protagonist to pick up the pieces of her broken heart and they'd have the next blockbuster video.
A knock rang out raucously into the empty, silent void that engulfed her.
"Honey, are you alright?"
Silence.
"Rory!"
The quiet could go on interminably.
"Rory, if you don't open the door right now, as much as it hurts me to say this, I will cut your supply of coffee for one week. Do you hear me?"
The door seemed to open of its own volition, for Rory was on the bed the moment Lorelai's vision was unimpaired by the opening of the door.
"Tell me what happened."
"What do you think happened?" She whimpered.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Lorelai held her daughter close, whispering reassurances. They stayed like that for countless minutes, and Lorelai had all she could handle trying to glean the gist of what happened from the garbled mutterings Rory was emitting.
"I don't understand. I thought you two were God's match made in heaven. Ms. Patty was even looking for a wedding dress for you."
Rory snorted. They all knew that the well-intentioned ex-dancer could get carried away at times-well, most of the time, actually. "Things change. People change."
Lorelai stiffened. "He didn't…"
"No! Nothing like that."
"Then what was it?"
She sighed. "Apparently he has developed a chauvinistic attitude. My intelligence unsettles him."
"It never bothered Dean before."
"That was before he met the groveling sophomore who convinced him he was god's gift to women."
"Oh. I see."
"And senior year was supposed to be the best of my life! Not a great beginning, is it?"
"Hey, don't forget that semester abroad thing we were scrambling to pack for. You know, the one you start in about two weeks?"
Rory smiled weakly at that. When she'd received that letter from Chilton, she'd felt ten feet tall-metaphorically. It was nice to know that all those torturous hours of studying for French tests had paid off-the top student in each of the two French classes were invited to spend a semester in France. Resolutely, she lifted her head. She wouldn't let him ruin this for her. "You're right. You know mom, I saw this cute blue skirt in your closet, and…"
"Uh-uh! No, fellow member of the coffee cult. I don't care how many breakups you have, I still remember the last time you borrowed a skirt. A certain black mini that has left never to return? Possibly burnt to ashes now."
But Rory was already halfway up the stairs.
"Hey, you get back here. As your mother and the queen of this household, I hereby command you to halt! Rory?"
She could hear faint rustling from the direction of her bedroom. "Gah! Blue mini, I'm coming to your rescue!"
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The airport was congested with jostling people, and the Gilmores resigned themselves to following the crowd. "It'll have to take us to our gate eventually," Lorelai had reasoned. It was logic only the people in never- never land would understand. They finally reached their destination.
"Well, I guess this is it."
"I guess so," Rory replied, clutching her latest novel.
"I'll miss you."
"Same here."
"Remember to call everyday."
"I wouldn't miss it."
"And don't drink anything brown. I hear there's something woozy in the water there."
Rory grinned and hugged her mother tightly before relinquishing her and heading for the terminal. The attendants were asking that everyone strap themselves in. As the plane took off, Rory stared blankly out the window. In one week exactly, her fellow Chiltonites would be beginning another year in the dark, chilly miasma they called and educational institution. But she, she would be experiencing all the pleasures of France. This was a new beginning, and she'd be cursed if she let anything get in the way of making it great.
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A.N.: So? What'd you think? I know it's kinda boring, but it'll be getting more interesting in the next few chapters. So, Dean has left Rory. Well that clears the way for…hmm, I don't know…* grins evilly* Anyway, Rory's in for a few surprises upon her arrival. Stick around to find out, and it'd mean a lot of you dropped a line or two. ^_^
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It had been too good to be true and she'd known that, but knowing and accepting were completely autonomous. Sniffling into her pillow, the petite figure tried to drown out the steady beat of the rain. Were she not the one in this position, she would be laughing at the pure black-and-white movie aspect of it all. Guy breaks up with girl after long relationship. It is raining outside and girl runs of crying. Now all she needed was a charming protagonist to pick up the pieces of her broken heart and they'd have the next blockbuster video.
A knock rang out raucously into the empty, silent void that engulfed her.
"Honey, are you alright?"
Silence.
"Rory!"
The quiet could go on interminably.
"Rory, if you don't open the door right now, as much as it hurts me to say this, I will cut your supply of coffee for one week. Do you hear me?"
The door seemed to open of its own volition, for Rory was on the bed the moment Lorelai's vision was unimpaired by the opening of the door.
"Tell me what happened."
"What do you think happened?" She whimpered.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Lorelai held her daughter close, whispering reassurances. They stayed like that for countless minutes, and Lorelai had all she could handle trying to glean the gist of what happened from the garbled mutterings Rory was emitting.
"I don't understand. I thought you two were God's match made in heaven. Ms. Patty was even looking for a wedding dress for you."
Rory snorted. They all knew that the well-intentioned ex-dancer could get carried away at times-well, most of the time, actually. "Things change. People change."
Lorelai stiffened. "He didn't…"
"No! Nothing like that."
"Then what was it?"
She sighed. "Apparently he has developed a chauvinistic attitude. My intelligence unsettles him."
"It never bothered Dean before."
"That was before he met the groveling sophomore who convinced him he was god's gift to women."
"Oh. I see."
"And senior year was supposed to be the best of my life! Not a great beginning, is it?"
"Hey, don't forget that semester abroad thing we were scrambling to pack for. You know, the one you start in about two weeks?"
Rory smiled weakly at that. When she'd received that letter from Chilton, she'd felt ten feet tall-metaphorically. It was nice to know that all those torturous hours of studying for French tests had paid off-the top student in each of the two French classes were invited to spend a semester in France. Resolutely, she lifted her head. She wouldn't let him ruin this for her. "You're right. You know mom, I saw this cute blue skirt in your closet, and…"
"Uh-uh! No, fellow member of the coffee cult. I don't care how many breakups you have, I still remember the last time you borrowed a skirt. A certain black mini that has left never to return? Possibly burnt to ashes now."
But Rory was already halfway up the stairs.
"Hey, you get back here. As your mother and the queen of this household, I hereby command you to halt! Rory?"
She could hear faint rustling from the direction of her bedroom. "Gah! Blue mini, I'm coming to your rescue!"
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The airport was congested with jostling people, and the Gilmores resigned themselves to following the crowd. "It'll have to take us to our gate eventually," Lorelai had reasoned. It was logic only the people in never- never land would understand. They finally reached their destination.
"Well, I guess this is it."
"I guess so," Rory replied, clutching her latest novel.
"I'll miss you."
"Same here."
"Remember to call everyday."
"I wouldn't miss it."
"And don't drink anything brown. I hear there's something woozy in the water there."
Rory grinned and hugged her mother tightly before relinquishing her and heading for the terminal. The attendants were asking that everyone strap themselves in. As the plane took off, Rory stared blankly out the window. In one week exactly, her fellow Chiltonites would be beginning another year in the dark, chilly miasma they called and educational institution. But she, she would be experiencing all the pleasures of France. This was a new beginning, and she'd be cursed if she let anything get in the way of making it great.
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A.N.: So? What'd you think? I know it's kinda boring, but it'll be getting more interesting in the next few chapters. So, Dean has left Rory. Well that clears the way for…hmm, I don't know…* grins evilly* Anyway, Rory's in for a few surprises upon her arrival. Stick around to find out, and it'd mean a lot of you dropped a line or two. ^_^