A/N:*A little change in history.read!!!*
Prologue
Fall 1985
A young girl was lying in a hospital bed with her new born daughter in her arms. She was ecstatic, her thoughts were happy. Until a woman in her mid forties walked in the room. Her dreamy look was exchanged into a mix between a sad and mad one. "What do you want, mother?"
"I just want you to know that I fixed your daughter a room."
"You what?"
"I fixed her a room." She stated.
"Who?"
"Your daughter, Lorelai!"
"She has a name, you know."
"I still think your being silly about the name."
"Why it's a great name, it's been perfectly fine for the last 16 years, it will be for her too."
"Well, I still think it will be frustrating if you both go by the same name."
"Well, then I'll have to come up with a nickname for her, mom."
"Like what?"
"Like, Lori."
"Lori??" She asked, horrified.
"Yes mom, Lori." She stated, smiling.
When her mother was just about to leave, the young girl stopped her, "I was just kidding mom, of course I wont call her Lori."
"Oh, thank god, Lorelai." She said happily.
"I'll just call her Rory!" She smirked.
Emily Gilmore walked out of the hospital room while she was shaking her head, about her daughters crazy ideas.
A week later
Lorelai was packing her stuff. She had to get out of there. There was no where in the world she wouldn't want to go, rather than where she was. She couldn't handle her parents, anymore. Wasn't it enough that she had had to live with them for 16 years, no, now they wanted her to marry Christopher. She could never marry Christopher. Cause, this wasn't the way things were supposed to end up. No, she was supposed to go to a fancy college and get a good education. Not, get pregnant and drop out of high school. No one wanted this. She didn't, herself. But she still had to do it for, Rory. She sighed, putted the letter she had wrote on the bed. 'Grabbed' Rory and started climbing down the balcony, like so many times before.
"What are you doing Lorelai?" Her father had entered the room.
She climbed right, back up. "Nothing dad, I was just getting some fresh air."
He walked out to her and, of course, he saw the bags. That was when Lori got her own room, like Emily had wanted from the start. Lorelai never ran away and this is where the story begins.
Prologue
Fall 1985
A young girl was lying in a hospital bed with her new born daughter in her arms. She was ecstatic, her thoughts were happy. Until a woman in her mid forties walked in the room. Her dreamy look was exchanged into a mix between a sad and mad one. "What do you want, mother?"
"I just want you to know that I fixed your daughter a room."
"You what?"
"I fixed her a room." She stated.
"Who?"
"Your daughter, Lorelai!"
"She has a name, you know."
"I still think your being silly about the name."
"Why it's a great name, it's been perfectly fine for the last 16 years, it will be for her too."
"Well, I still think it will be frustrating if you both go by the same name."
"Well, then I'll have to come up with a nickname for her, mom."
"Like what?"
"Like, Lori."
"Lori??" She asked, horrified.
"Yes mom, Lori." She stated, smiling.
When her mother was just about to leave, the young girl stopped her, "I was just kidding mom, of course I wont call her Lori."
"Oh, thank god, Lorelai." She said happily.
"I'll just call her Rory!" She smirked.
Emily Gilmore walked out of the hospital room while she was shaking her head, about her daughters crazy ideas.
A week later
Lorelai was packing her stuff. She had to get out of there. There was no where in the world she wouldn't want to go, rather than where she was. She couldn't handle her parents, anymore. Wasn't it enough that she had had to live with them for 16 years, no, now they wanted her to marry Christopher. She could never marry Christopher. Cause, this wasn't the way things were supposed to end up. No, she was supposed to go to a fancy college and get a good education. Not, get pregnant and drop out of high school. No one wanted this. She didn't, herself. But she still had to do it for, Rory. She sighed, putted the letter she had wrote on the bed. 'Grabbed' Rory and started climbing down the balcony, like so many times before.
"What are you doing Lorelai?" Her father had entered the room.
She climbed right, back up. "Nothing dad, I was just getting some fresh air."
He walked out to her and, of course, he saw the bags. That was when Lori got her own room, like Emily had wanted from the start. Lorelai never ran away and this is where the story begins.
