Author's Note: Hello, okay, so…next chapter, I hope you like it…(by the way, if I didn't explain it well enough in the authors note, chapter three is really boring, it's just a very boring conversation between Tristan and Rory….well, if you call it conversation, Jess doesn't like Tristan, Tristan leaves, and then enter the blonde with the attitude…that is it)
Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore girls.
Rating: PG-13
Chapter Six: Movie Night…"Mom, you didn't have to tell the whole town." I said as we entered our house.
"Sure, I did, babe. You got into Harvard. Everyone had to know. It was completely mandatory." She replied, throwing her keys on a small table.
"Well, you didn't have to go through the list of going away gifts." I said.
"I know. I know. But did you see everyone writing it down?" She grinned.
"It was kind of fun." I agreed, as we slumped onto the sofa, reminiscing about the previous events.
"So, you are going, right?" Mom asked. "What?"
"To Harvard. You're going to Harvard?"
"Well…"
"Rory." Mom sat up and looked at me suspiciously.
"I don't know." I replied.
"You don't know? Rory – what? This, this is crazy! I – man!" Mom exclaimed.
There was a long moment of silence between us. I looked at Mom, she was still fuming.
"Let's go," she said suddenly.
"Go? Go where?" I asked.
"To Doose's. And then we hit the video store." Confusing, much?
"But –then – you … mad." I made a growling sound.
"Rory, if you just told me you were pregnant with Taylor's baby, I wouldn't back out of Movie Night. Let's go." She stood up.
"Okay…"
"Now, just tell me. Harvard or Yale?" She asked. I stood up and fumbled with hands.
"Yale…" I replied, although it came out like I swallowed a full-grown man's voice box.
"Yale? All right…but now Dad is really going to kill me."
"Yep." I replied.
"Well, just so you."
After we uncomfortably went into Doose's, since Dean and his new girlfriend were in there, we went into the video store, in search of musicals.
I picked up a copy of Easter Parade, and sighed, then I felt someone's presence behind me.
"Hello…" I said, cautiously.
"Mary." Damn. He is so…ugh.
"Hello, Tristan." I said, turning around.
"Easter Parade, huh? Wow."
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing, nothing." He smirked. I frowned. I needed Jess or Mom. Or a crucifix.
"Go away, Tristan." I began walking away.
"You have a boyfriend?" He asked. But he knew the answer, he saw Jess. He was shocked. Just like I was when Mom bought Grandma a DVD player.
"Yes." I replied.
"No Dean?"
"No Dean." I confirmed. I continued to walk away, and he continued to follow.
"You broke up?"
"Yes." This was getting exhausting.
"I do remember what happened last time we kissed."
"I do too. Hey, remember when I ran away." I said. That got him. He just stood there, shocked that I could actually stir him up as good as he does. I kept walking looking back to make sure I was alone, and then I bumped into someone.
"Watch it." I looked up. Man, what are the odds? Two annoying blondes in one night.
"I'd prefer not to." I replied.
"Whatever." Shane muttered, walking away.
I need my mommy. And I need my mommy now! And – great, another person to walk into. Just don't look up, and walk away. Just don't look up, and walk away…
"Rory?"
"Jess! Oh, thank God!" I cried, throwing my arms around him.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, fine. I just…hi."
"Well, then – hey." He said.
"Hi." He leaned in to kiss me. "Wait."
"What?"
I dragged him through the video store. "You can't kiss in front of the horror section. It's bad luck."
"Rory…"
"Look, I don't want to be kissing my boyfriend, and then the next thing I see is Freddy Kruger."
"Point taken."
I led him further away, and he stopped me. "Jess…"
"What?"
"We can't kiss in front of SpongeBob SquarePants." I complained. Jess sighed, and I grinned when he wasn't looking. Personally, I had no problem kissing in front of SpongeBob; I think he's great. I just wanted to tease Jess.
"Here?" He asked. We were in the Romantic-Comedy section.
"Do you have a problem with Jennifer Lopez?"
"Are you kidding me?"
"Alone at last." I smiled.
"Ahem." No, not now.
"Can't you see we're – Mom!" Oh, man.
"Rory, I'm torn. Grease or The Wizard of Oz?" Mom asked, pretending that I hadn't said anything. Meanwhile, Jess was trying extremely hard not to burst out laughing.
"Both. As long as you don't sing." I replied.
"Okay."
"Move please." What now? I turned around.
Shane. Tristan. Holding hands.
"Our pleasure." I said, as Jess and I moved to the side.
The weirdest couple of the month walked past us as Mom, Jess and me had 'huh?' looks plastered on our faces.
And this night just got a lot more interesting…