*A/N: Here's chapter 4, I hope you like it!*
Chapter 4 "Knowing"
Rory's bags were all packed, she was standing there, in the hallway kissing her grandmother and grandfather goodbye.
"Bye grandpa, I'm going to miss you." She kissed his cheek and smiled.
"You to, dear." He smiled back, and walked out of the room.
"Bye, Grandma, thanks for letting me stay here, I really appreciate it." She hugged her grandmother.
"Bye Rory, we loved having you."
When Rory was half out of the door, Emily stopped her.
"Oh, and, I'll see you both on Friday." She smiled and walked out of the room.
Rory was standing in a place she had been standing so many times before. But the last time she did was almost a year ago. And she felt no desire whatsoever to be standing there. On her front porch. Home, her home, in Stars Hollow. She was standing there in her high black heels, her mini jeans skirt and her super styled hair just looking at the place she hadn't been in for 9 months. She was scared, she was scared of many things. The thing that scared her the most was what her own reaction was going to be to all of this. Going back to her old life. She took a deep breath, and walked inside. She was met by a tanned woman in her mid thirties. Her mother, Lorelai Gilmore. "Wow." She said in awe, looking at her daughter, once, so pure and innocent, now, the slut of the millennium.
"Yeah, people change, mom, get over it." She walked around her mother, into her old room, and stayed there for the night.
She looked around. Everything was untouched. Everything was exactly like she had left it. Her bookshelf was full of books, her bed was neatly made, her stuffed animals were still in the chair and it was so weird for her to be in there. She didn't fit anymore. She had changed to much to ever fit in, in Stars Hollow, again. She had to live with it. It had been her choice, and she had been stupid enough to chose the wrong way. Now it was up to her to make the best of it. Which, according to her, was trying to ignore the whole town, and continue living like she had, while she was away.
Lorelai was sitting opposite Luke at the Diner, she had just finished telling him about Rory's change. "I mean, 9 months with my mom and she's miss Chilton."
"I'm sure it's not that bad." Luke tried.
"Oh, well, Mr. Optimistic, has she called you during these 9 months?"
He didn't reply, he just looked down in to the counter, he was cleaning.
"Hey you'll never be able to se your reflection in there, pretty boy." She said sarcastically.
"Ok, so she didn't call."
"What do you mean, "so"?" She looked intensely at him, "You can't possibly think I'm going to fall for you not caring that she didn't."
"All right, I give up."
"Good, now you have to help me to get my daughter back, I don't want it to go as far as, me having to get an exorcist to get the monster out of there."
The next morning, Rory went to Luke's for breakfast. She acted like a complete stranger.
"Hey, Rory" Luke said, trying to sound casual.
"One coffee and pancakes." She said with an icy tone.
"Coming right up." he said, still trying to be nice.
"Oh, and, hurry please." She said, snobbish.
He grunted something about rich kids and sharp knives.
She totally ignored the whole town while eating her breakfast. She walked out of there, with her attitude high. She drove to school. Everyone at school were talking about Rory Gilmore moving back to the farm place she came from. Everyone were feeling awkward talking to her about it. Like most people do when your grandmother dies, these kids did when you move out of the big city.
All of her "friends" ignored her, she tried to ask them what was wrong, but they just walked away. She finally wanted some answers, so she walked up to Paris Gellar.
"Paris-" Paris interrupted her, before she asked the question.
"Because, you're not the richest girl in Hartford anymore and you live in a barn." She looked annoyed and walked away.
Rory just stood there, looking after her. So, this was what it all came down to, she should have known. No one here cared about her, she knew that. She had known when she started this. So, then, why was she this upset? She had never really liked these kids, anyway. Then it hit her, she was sad because, she hadn't got anyone, now. Not even shallow friends, not even her mom, nobody. She walked outside, sat down under the huge oak tree, and brought a book out of her bag. She red, for a long time, didn't want to go back in, couldn't go back in. She cried. She was so sad. She wanted to have a friend, one, just one. Rory buried her face in her knees, not wanting to see the world. After awhile she felt someone sit down, next to her.
She looked up, Tristan, of course.
"Hey." He said, looking sympathetic.
"Hey, Tristan." She said between the sniffles.
"So, I'm guessing you're crying because of the whole moving thing, right?"
"Right."
He knew that she didn't want to talk, so, he just putted his arms around her. She snuggled and cried to his shoulder.
He did this only because he knew one more thing, she was still Rory, the old Rory.
Chapter 4 "Knowing"
Rory's bags were all packed, she was standing there, in the hallway kissing her grandmother and grandfather goodbye.
"Bye grandpa, I'm going to miss you." She kissed his cheek and smiled.
"You to, dear." He smiled back, and walked out of the room.
"Bye, Grandma, thanks for letting me stay here, I really appreciate it." She hugged her grandmother.
"Bye Rory, we loved having you."
When Rory was half out of the door, Emily stopped her.
"Oh, and, I'll see you both on Friday." She smiled and walked out of the room.
Rory was standing in a place she had been standing so many times before. But the last time she did was almost a year ago. And she felt no desire whatsoever to be standing there. On her front porch. Home, her home, in Stars Hollow. She was standing there in her high black heels, her mini jeans skirt and her super styled hair just looking at the place she hadn't been in for 9 months. She was scared, she was scared of many things. The thing that scared her the most was what her own reaction was going to be to all of this. Going back to her old life. She took a deep breath, and walked inside. She was met by a tanned woman in her mid thirties. Her mother, Lorelai Gilmore. "Wow." She said in awe, looking at her daughter, once, so pure and innocent, now, the slut of the millennium.
"Yeah, people change, mom, get over it." She walked around her mother, into her old room, and stayed there for the night.
She looked around. Everything was untouched. Everything was exactly like she had left it. Her bookshelf was full of books, her bed was neatly made, her stuffed animals were still in the chair and it was so weird for her to be in there. She didn't fit anymore. She had changed to much to ever fit in, in Stars Hollow, again. She had to live with it. It had been her choice, and she had been stupid enough to chose the wrong way. Now it was up to her to make the best of it. Which, according to her, was trying to ignore the whole town, and continue living like she had, while she was away.
Lorelai was sitting opposite Luke at the Diner, she had just finished telling him about Rory's change. "I mean, 9 months with my mom and she's miss Chilton."
"I'm sure it's not that bad." Luke tried.
"Oh, well, Mr. Optimistic, has she called you during these 9 months?"
He didn't reply, he just looked down in to the counter, he was cleaning.
"Hey you'll never be able to se your reflection in there, pretty boy." She said sarcastically.
"Ok, so she didn't call."
"What do you mean, "so"?" She looked intensely at him, "You can't possibly think I'm going to fall for you not caring that she didn't."
"All right, I give up."
"Good, now you have to help me to get my daughter back, I don't want it to go as far as, me having to get an exorcist to get the monster out of there."
The next morning, Rory went to Luke's for breakfast. She acted like a complete stranger.
"Hey, Rory" Luke said, trying to sound casual.
"One coffee and pancakes." She said with an icy tone.
"Coming right up." he said, still trying to be nice.
"Oh, and, hurry please." She said, snobbish.
He grunted something about rich kids and sharp knives.
She totally ignored the whole town while eating her breakfast. She walked out of there, with her attitude high. She drove to school. Everyone at school were talking about Rory Gilmore moving back to the farm place she came from. Everyone were feeling awkward talking to her about it. Like most people do when your grandmother dies, these kids did when you move out of the big city.
All of her "friends" ignored her, she tried to ask them what was wrong, but they just walked away. She finally wanted some answers, so she walked up to Paris Gellar.
"Paris-" Paris interrupted her, before she asked the question.
"Because, you're not the richest girl in Hartford anymore and you live in a barn." She looked annoyed and walked away.
Rory just stood there, looking after her. So, this was what it all came down to, she should have known. No one here cared about her, she knew that. She had known when she started this. So, then, why was she this upset? She had never really liked these kids, anyway. Then it hit her, she was sad because, she hadn't got anyone, now. Not even shallow friends, not even her mom, nobody. She walked outside, sat down under the huge oak tree, and brought a book out of her bag. She red, for a long time, didn't want to go back in, couldn't go back in. She cried. She was so sad. She wanted to have a friend, one, just one. Rory buried her face in her knees, not wanting to see the world. After awhile she felt someone sit down, next to her.
She looked up, Tristan, of course.
"Hey." He said, looking sympathetic.
"Hey, Tristan." She said between the sniffles.
"So, I'm guessing you're crying because of the whole moving thing, right?"
"Right."
He knew that she didn't want to talk, so, he just putted his arms around her. She snuggled and cried to his shoulder.
He did this only because he knew one more thing, she was still Rory, the old Rory.