Author's Note: In answer to all of your questions, this is set late in the third season, sorry I didn't mention that before, so Rory and Jess are together. It is kind of confusing that I brought Tristan and Shane in at the same time, but I couldn't figure out how to bring Shane in, yeah…but I promise I will make it work or else you can seriously bury me in bad reviews. So, back on the story…(really bad cliffhanger last chapter, I know, I had to do my homework, sorry…)

Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls

Rating: PG-13

Chapter Five: I GOT INTO….

I couldn't finish. My hands were sweating. My throat was dry. I couldn't breathe.

"Dear Miss Gilmore…" I began, shakily.

"We are writing…we are…you…" At that moment Mom snatched the letter out of my hands, and read it. She showed no emotion. What is she doing?

"Mom…" I said.

She looked up and smiled. "You did it, Gilmore! You got in!"

I screamed, then I laughed, then I felt like crying, and I hugged Mom. I did it. I had done it. I had gone into Harvard.

"Well, I got a couple of other letters to open." I said, pointing to the stack of letters.

"Oh, who cares? You got in!" Mom exclaimed, happily. "Now, I have to call Mom, then Dad, or should I do it personally? I so want to rub Dad's face in this…and then there's Christopher, and Luke, and you have to call Lane, and…Jess, if you want to, this is great, babe!" Mom raced into the house and picked up the phone.

"Hey, Chris. She got in…I know…She's so excited…"

I frowned, and quickly snuck back onto the porch and grabbed the stack of letters.

I quickly opened the one that was from Yale. I read it. I had got in. I had got into Yale. I peered inside, and looked at Mom talking on the phone.

"Oh, and Chris tell Sherry's friends. I want them to spit cocktails when they hear about it."

Maybe now isn't such a good time to tell her.

"Rory, that's so great!" Lane screamed into the receiver. She was at Bible Camp, and I quickly told her to shut up.

"Oh, who cares! My best friend got into Harvard!" She screamed to her other friends at Bible Camp.

"And Yale." I added quietly.

"What?"

"And Yale." I repeated.

"And Yale too!" She added. "What about the other colleges?"

"They were a 'nay.'" I confirmed.

"Does Lorelai know?"

"Five minutes ago, she was screaming ner, ner, ner, ner, ner to Grandpa into the receiver." I replied. "She'd probably think Grandpa pulled some strings or something."

"Do you think he did?" Lane asked me.

"I don't know." I said, scared.

"Rory, you're smarter than my mother, I'm sure it was because you were…you." Lane said.

"Yeah…"

"Oh, I better go. Holy Oath time." Lane said, suddenly.

"Oh, okay. Bye." I hung up, and sighed.

The phone rung, and I jumped. "Hello?"

"Finally," was the reply.

"Paris?"

"Did you get in?"

"What?"

"To Harvard. Did you get in?" Oh, she does NOT sound happy.

"Yes." I replied. There was a long pause. A very long pause. World War 3 could've started by now. "Paris?"

"You ruined my life!" She exclaimed, as the phone went dead. Uh oh.

"That was Paris." I called to my mom.

"Oh, so was she singing 'The Sound of Music'?" She asked.

"She didn't get in." I replied.

"What?" Mom suddenly appeared at the top of the stairs. "But this is Paris."

"I know."

Mom started down the stairs. "She wrote trial essays."

"I know."

Mom continued down the stairs. "And she's dating a Princeton man."

"I know."

Mom appeared at the bottom of the stairs. "Did I mention she's Paris?"

"I believe you did."

"Well, I guess there's always Princeton. She can see Jamie. Or Yale. She can become my father's new best friend." Mom walked into the kitchen.

"I got into Yale." I said, suddenly.

"What?"

"While you were talking to Dad. I looked. And I got in. I got into Yale." I mumbled.

"What are the others?"

"I think there's a limit about how many Ivy league schools you get into." I replied.

"How many others?" Mom asked.

"Just Harvard and Yale." I replied.

"Well, congratulations." She paused and frowned. "Dad is going to kill me."

"I know." I smiled. Mom is the greatest.

"So, let's go tell Luke and you can tell Jess, and we can have a banner and balloons, and cake, and pie…"

"For telling Luke and Jess that I'm not an idiot?"

"You've got to get a reward for something." Mom said.

Mom and I grabbed our coats. "Wait, coffee." Mom added. She walked back into the kitchen and pulled out two Styrofoam cups.

"Did you forget?" I asked.

"Forget what?"

"The bet. Your idea."

"No, I was just testing you." Mom said, meeting me at the front door.

"Sure…"

"I was."

"Six more days…" I said, cheerfully.

"I'm going to start counting the hours."

Mom and I walked out the front door.

"I'll take the minutes."

"All right, but you start now, little missie." Mom said.

"Fine, then give me your watch." I said.

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"No."

"Yes."

"Ha! Fooled you!" I exclaimed.

"Ugh…" Mom groaned.

Everything had turned out great. Mom and I are great. Jess and I are great. But wait – Shane is back. Tristan is back. And I have to tell Mom that I've decided in the past two minutes that I've decided to go to Yale.

Watch me count how many minutes she screams.