Author's Note: Ok, major change: I originally posted one chapter 8, but I'm exchanging it for this one, because I hate the old one so much. It was awful and certainly not my best work and I apologize for it. Thank you all so much for your awesome reviews. And I absolutely promise you that this is going to be a Java Junkie and a Trory… It's just taking a little while to get into it… hehe Oh, and this is Rory's POV. It's what happens to her during the party. I don't think I'm going to do a chapter of Lorelai's POV on the party… what do you guys think?

Disclaimer: As you could tell if you read the former chapter eight, I don't have half the talent needed to write for the actual show, Gilmore Girls. It's sad, I know, but I'm working hard to get over it…

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I sighed as I looked in the mirror. Tonight was my last night. My last night that I would be here, at home. I had promised myself that I wouldn't cry, but of course that wasn't really going to work.

My mother walked into the room. "Hey sweets. C'mon, turn around so I can see how gorgeous you look." I obeyed and turned. A tear appeared in my mother's eye, causing a stray drop to roll down my cheek. "Oh, you look amazing." I wiped away my tear and tried to smile. For some reason, that only made things worse and I started crying. Mom held out her arms and I walked to her and clung to her as tightly as I could. She kissed the top of my head and wiped away some of my tears, as her own streamed down. "Oh, I really hope you remembered to wear water proof makeup."

"I did. You?" Mom just gave me a look that said 'as if I'd forget.'

I wiped her tears away and she pulled me closer for a hug. "I love you Rory."

"I love you too, Mom."

We continued our hug for a few more minutes, until she pulled away, keeping her arm around my shoulders. She turned us so that we were facing the mirror. "Well, we have once again outdone ourselves," she said, referring to how we looked.

"Naturally. And we will, of course, be the envy of the whole party."

"Some things never change."

I looked at her and pulled her into a quick hug. "C'mon… we're gonna be late."

"Alright. Can't we be fashionably late?"

"There's no such thing when you're the one that the party's for."

"But my parents are going to be there…" Mom was whining.

"Hey, you get along with Grandma now."

"Yes, but it means that now I can't get incredibly drunk or get Luke incredibly drunk and then make him do completely ridiculous things."

"And these circumstances were on your previous agenda?" I asked, rising my eyebrows as we walked out my bedroom door.

"Well, not the part about me getting incredibly drunk… but getting Luke drunk has always been an aspiration of mine." Mom shrugged. We put on our coats and walked for the door.

I looked at her skeptically as I opened the door and we walked outside. "And just how would you get Luke incredibly drunk?"

"I could spike the punch."

"Yes, but then poor unsuspecting people would become highly intoxicated. Plus that sounds far too much like something Jess would have done a few years ago."

Mom's face became sour as we reached the car. "Ok, bad memories, don't go there."

I rolled my eyes and got into the car. "Fine… but I still think that we can find a way to get Luke drunk without Grandma finding out."

Now my mother's face lit up like a five year old child's that had just been told they were allowed to jump on the bed. "Oh, tell me! Tell me!" She said as she got into the car.

"Wait, first you tell me what you are planning to do to the poor guy once he is drunk. Just leave out anything slutty." I smirked at the last part.

"Rory!" Mom glared at me as she started driving.

I tried to look innocent. "What? It's so obvious that you two are obsessed with each other… I just don't want you getting him drunk and telling him at that time that you're in love with him."

Mom rolled her eyes. "I'm not in love with him. And I wouldn't do that!"

I looked out the window. "Sure… Sure…"

"I'm not and I wouldn't!"

I didn't say anything, but smiled knowing I was torturing her.

"Say something!" Mom pulled the car into the parking lot.

"Well, what if we got him drunk and then made him signing a contract that said we could have all the coffee we wanted and he would never bother us about it?" I suggested with excitement as I got out of the car.

Mom followed, nearly jumping up in down. "Hah! Smart girl!"

"Hmm… that would probably be their reasoning for letting me into Harvard."

"Nah… it's because they know that your mom is the beautiful and talented Lorelai Gilmore, so they figure that you'll live up to family tradition. Except you didn't run away and give birth at the age of sixteen."

"I see… I'm sure that they were greatly disappointed by that." I said, with my eyebrows raised.

"Oh, they were. But I talked to them and convinced them to let you in."

"Ah, I see. Well, thank you." I said sarcastically.

"Anything for my baby." My mother matched, possibly even surpassed my own sarcasm.

I held out my hand. "Truce?"

My mother took my hand and shook it. "Truce." We hugged. "Come on! We have to go in. We have a whole bunch of people to make jealous with our magnificent beauty."

We linked arms. "Hmm… magnificent… new word, I must say I'm impressed."

"Thank you. I accidentally flipped open to the page that magnificent can be found on in that great big evil book that you own."

"Hey, do not insult the book of knowledge and goodness."

"I'll work on it."

"Good to know."

We walked into the party. By pure luck, the first person we saw was Luke. Mom and I looked at each other and grinned devilishly.

"Oh no… what are you two plotting now?" Luke walked over to us. "I don't like those looks." He folded his arms over his chest.

"And it's a pleasure to see you too my dear friend." Mom rolled her eyes.

"Innocent, sweet me? Plot something?" I put on my innocent face once again.

Luke rolled his eyes. "When you and your mother get together, dangerous things can happen."

Mom looked at me. "Did you hear that?"

I nodded vigorously. "Luke said we can cause dangerous things to happen."

"That gives us power."

"It does."

"I like power."

"Me too."

"Yes, well attempt to use your powers for good instead of evil for the sake of us all," Luke said.

"Ah, but that would ruin the fun," Mom pointed out.

I nodded in agreement. Someone came up from behind me and wrapped their arms around my waist. I spun around and was face to face with Tristan. I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Hey!"

We pulled away and Tristan looked at Mom's face and then at mine. "Wait, something's wrong here." Mom and I looked at each other confused. "I would have expected the water works to have started a long time ago."

Mom and I exchanged looks and magically decided through the looks not to tell either Luke or Tristan.

"Yes, well you underestimate the complete control that us Gilmores have," Mom said and I nodded.

Luke looked at us. "So you already started at home."

Mom and I shrugged. "SO, Tristan, you wanna dance?" I expertly changed the subject.

He smirked and whispered in my ear, "I knew you always wanted me."

"I'll see ya in a little bit, Mom." I said as I pulled Tristan towards the dance floor.

On the way there I said to him, sarcastically, "So, you know that you've always been one of my aspirations, huh?"

"Well, of course. I would think that was rather obvious." He smirked.

I would have said something else, but we were on the dance floor and the music was loud. We started dancing to a fast song. There were a few more fast paced songs, and then a slow song came on. Tristan pulled me towards him, and almost automatically I wrapped my arms around him and we swayed. I was completely wrapped up in my own little world, until I saw my mom dancing with my dad. I waved and smiled, but part of me thought that maybe Mom should be dancing with Luke instead of Dad. When the song ended, I pulled away, smiling at Tristan. "I'm going to go talk to my dad, ok?"

Tristan smiled. "Sure."

I left Tristan and walked over to Mom and Dad. I tapped Dad on the shoulder. "Hey!"

Dad spun around from his conversation with Mom and wrapped me in a huge hug. "Hi! I've missed you kiddo."

"I've missed you too." I caught Mom's eye over Dad's shoulder. We smiled at each other.

"How have you been?" Dad asked as we pulled away from the hug and the three of us sat down at a table.

"Good. Busy, but good."

"Rory and I had to spend all of Monday with my parents!" Mom said.

Dad cringed. "Ouch. But I assume you've spent the rest of your time together?"

"Of course," I supplied a quick answer.

"So, Harvard…" Dad smiled.

"Don't talk about it! I don't even want to think about it!" Mom held up her hands.

"Mom, it's a going away party for me. It's only logical to think that the topic may come up," I pointed out gently.

"Logic has never stopped Lorelai Gilmore in the past!" Dad laughed.

Mom pouted. "You know what, I'm going to go now, while you have a good time making fun of me."

She stood up, and started to walk away, but I got her arm and smiled. I didn't say anything, but she smiled back.

Dad watched her go. "You're going to miss her a lot, huh Rory?"

"Of course. I'm going to miss her with all my heart. But we've made lots of promises and I'm going to visit her all the time. We'll be ok, I guess." I shrugged, sadly.

Dad and I had a long conversation and within the next hour I had met and greeted all of my guests. People were beginning to sit down for dinner. I sat at a table with Mom, Dad, Luke, Tristan, Lane, Henry, and Jess. We talked and laughed and had fun. About halfway through dinner, Mom, who was sitting to my left, stood up to make a toast. "I know I usually only make these at Rory's birthdays and even then I'm not great at them…" She smiled. "But Rory and I want to thank you all for coming… And…" Her face grew serious and she turned to me. "I want to wish Rory all the luck in the world. This girl is amazing, as you all know. I love her with all my heart and she is my life…" Mom was crying by this point. Tears were openly flowing down my cheeks and I took my mother's hand in mine. She looked down and smiled at me through her sadness. "She is going to go to Harvard and do awesome and fulfill all of her amazing dreams. She is extraordinary. I will miss her more than I can ever describe to you, because she is irreplaceable. So, thank you, Rory, for making my life worth living. Thank you for being so extraordinary. Thank you for being you. I love you sweetie."

I didn't even hear everyone's response because I jumped up into my mother's arms and held on as tightly as I could. I was guessing that there wasn't a single dry eye in the whole place, but I just needed my mom. And she needed me. "Thank you for everything Mom. I love you," I whispered, or rather sobbed, as best as I could into Mom's ear.

We stood there crying for a while, then we pulled back and pushed away each other's tears with our hands. "My makeup better not be messed up. Cuz it's all your fault!" Mom accused.

"It's not my fault! It was your damn speech!" I was joking and she knew it.

We got through the rest of dinner and desert and some dancing without anymore tears. Then the time came that I had to say good bye to everyone. Surprisingly, I did just fine. I said bye to Grandma and Grandpa without hardly any tears. I promised them that any time I was in town I'd visit and that I'd be at Friday night dinner at least once a month. I said good bye to Henry, who was one of my good friends, but I was fine when I said bye to him. I said bye to Miss Patty, Taylor, Kirk, Michel and everyone else from the town. I was even fine when I said bye to my own father, probably because the time difference between the now and the next time I saw him wouldn't be different than before. I got through all the good byes that I had to for the night, without crying. It was the good byes that I was going to have to say tomorrow that were going to kill me. Luke, Jess, Lane, and Sookie were going to come over the house tomorrow morning at around ten to say good bye. Then Mom and I would have some time to ourselves until I had to leave at two. I tried not to think about that and distracted myself by talking to Tristan. He promised me that he'd call me as soon as he arrived at Harvard. I hugged him and he left, leaving just me and my mom standing there.

"Did you have fun, babe?" Mom asked as she put an arm around me.

"Of course." I smiled.

"Good. It was a pretty good party, huh?" Mom smiled, proudly, because she had planned the whole thing.

"It was wonderful, Mom. Thank you so much. I know how hard you must have worked."

Mom waved her hand, as if to push away what I said. "You deserved it."

"Yeah. So, are we gonna go home and watch some movies now? Last movie night…" I smiled sadly.

"Absolutely. I already stocked the house with junk food."

"And some would say that we should already be stuffed…" I smiled, mocking those people.

"Yes, some would… but they obviously would be very naïve…"

I nodded my head, in agreement and we got into the car. I knew that we would probably be up most of the night. It was already ten thirty. But it didn't matter. I needed Mom at that point and she needed me. It was a silent agreement between the two of us that didn't need to be discussed.

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So, there's my new chapter eight. I personally like it MUCH better… Once again, I apologize for the old chapter eight… It really was beyond awful. So, please review this. I really want to know what you think of it. My only question for you all is do you think the next chapter should be Lorelai's POV during the party, or is it ok for me to move on? Let me know… Thanks guys.