Author's Note: Wow, you guys are awesome!!!!!!!!! Thank you soooooo much for all the reviews, they means so much to me and really keep me going! For those of you waiting for the good part (in my opinion, that's when Lorelai and Luke get together… in a lot of your opinions, that when Rory and Tristan get together) it will come soon enough. Be patient with me and enjoy the story as it begins to develop. It will happen eventually, I promise. I know that my chapters are very short, but I typically think that they're at least somewhat well written. I just can't sit down and write super long chapters and my chapters usually consist of only one scene. That makes it easier for me. Anyways, I hope you like this… it's a little fluffy, but I had to do it… I'll post the next chapter after I get 10 new reviews. Constructive criticism is ALWAYS welcome, but please try not to be too mean. Oh, this is in Lorelai's POV.

Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah… I'm still coming to grips with the fact that I'm not Lauren Graham… give me some time here…

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I sat in the car with my arms crossed over my chest, pouting. Rory was driving us to the country club that my parents belonged to. She hadn't even let me drive because she didn't trust my driving in my current emotional state. I can't say I blamed her. I mean, I only had five more days left with my daughter before she left me behind for Harvard and, instead of spending time with just her, I was stuck spending the day with my parents.

Rory looked over at me and practically read my mind, "Hey, cheer up, I know that you don't want to do this, but remember that we're not going to have to go to Friday night dinner this week."

"Yes, but we're stuck spending the whole day at an elite socialist's haven with the people who could quite possibly be considered the king and queen of the snobs."

"Mom, you've been getting along with Grandma and Grandpa. I don't understand why this is killing you." Rory sighed.

I smiled sadly. "You wouldn't understand, hun. You're smart and funny and sweet. And you don't reject high society. You fit right in. You graduated at the top of your class, you going to Harvard. Harvard! I didn't even graduate high school, never mind go to college, and most certainly, never mind going to one of the top schools in the country. God, Rory, you're everything I'm not. You're perfect. And my parents love you."

"Mom, Grandma and Grandpa love you, too. They really do. You're just different from me. But that's ok. I mean, you raised me. And if I'm really as great as you say I am, than you're thousands of times better than perfect because you made me who I am. And Grandma and Grandpa and everyone else knows that. And besides that, they love you because you're YOU! You're hysterical and smart as hell and you always know what to do in a tough situation and how to make me laugh. So relax and try and have fun today, k?" Rory smiled at me.

She was so sweet. God, I was going to miss her. "Ok." I paused. "And Rory."

"Yeah?"

"Thanks babe."

Rory just smiled and kept her eyes on the road.

About ten minutes later we arrived at our destination and as soon as we stepped out of the car, my mother was rushing over.

"Hello girls. You're right on time," Mom said cheerfully.

I actually smiled, too. "Hey Mom."

"Hi Grandma!" Rory smiled, hugging her.

"So is everything ready for Harvard, Rory?" Mom asked as we walked towards the clubhouse.

Rory beamed every time someone mentioned Harvard. "Pretty much. I still have a little more to pack, but I'm leaving a lot of stuff home because I'll be coming back a lot."

"Oh really? So you're planning to travel often?" Mom asked.

"Yup. It's hard enough to leave Mom. I can't leave thinking that I won't be coming home all the time." Rory smiled sadly.

"Plus, I made her promise to visit all of us once she's a big and mighty Harvard girl." I smiled and so did my mother.

"Oh, Rory! I almost forgot! Your grandfather wanted to show you something. He said to meet him at the beginning of the golf course. We'll catch up with the two of you at the restaurant in about twenty minutes," Mom said.

Rory and I looked at each other and shrugged. "Ok, Grandma. I'll see you both in a little bit."

Mom and I bout watched her as she walked away. "You did an excellent job raising her, Lorelai."

My mother's words shocked me and I looked at her, questioning her sanity. "Uh… thanks, Mom."

"I'm serious, Lorelai. Had you told me eighteen years ago that my granddaughter was going to be that extraordinary, I never would have believed you. But she is truly amazing. She reminds me of you. I am sorry for ever doubting you."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "God, Mom, I don't know what to say… except… well, thank you. That means everything to me. It really does," I said with tears falling down my cheeks.

And then Emily Gilmore did something I can honestly say I never would have expected. She hugged me. And I hugged her back.

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Alright, like I said, it's a lot of fluff. But I like it overall. Please R/R!!! Also, I feel that you all, as readers, have a right to decide at least some of this story because I want it to be very in-tuned to the reviewers' wants… so… I'm going to ask you to vote on something else for me: What should Richard's surprise for Rory be?

Tristan, who Rory hasn't seen all summer because she's been away with her mother

Some other guy that Richard wants to set Rory up with

Christopher, who went to visit Lorelai and Rory while they were in Europe, but who they haven't seen in a while

A new set of golf clubs

A new book

Paris, who Rory isn't friends with, but manages to get along with

Well, you decide! And I'm so sorry for all of you Narco lovers out there, but this one's going to be a Trory and a Jess/Rory friendship. If you want, Rory can be friends with Dean too, but that's it. Let me know. Also, Narcos should check out my first fic: The Coffee's. It's a Java Junkie and a Narco.