Chapter 3-Leaving it all behind

It's five o'clock this morning, and the sun is on the rise

There's frosting on the window pane, and sorrow in your eyes

The stars are fading quietly, the night is nearly gone

Rory awoke to the smell of her mother brewing coffee and a loud yelling noise. It was her mother.

"Up, Up! We're going!"

"I know, but you're never this chipper at 6am."

"Coffee, it's magical. I've been up since 5am, finishing my packing. Would you believe I got half of my closet in my one backpack?"

"Nope, do you need that much?"

"I did only take half."

"That's reasonable of you."

"I thought so. Have a late night?"

"I couldn't sleep."

"Was that phone call at Graduation from Jess?"

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"I sorta overheard a bit of it."

"Which bit?"

"I heard the, "I think I might have loved you" part."

"Oh." She sipped her coffee.

"I'm sorry I judged him so much, honey. It seems like you really were serious. That's the deal with men. They can really break your heart sometimes."

"Can we not talk about this right now? Because we have to get going and I am NOT going to start pining again!"

"Yeah, we do need to go. The plane leaves at seven from Hartford. This is gonna be fun, okay?"

"Yep, we've been waiting to do this forever. I'm not gonna let circumstances get in the way."

*All my bags are packed

I'm ready to go

I'm standin' here outside your door

I hate to wake you up to say goodbye

But the dawn is breakin'

Its early morn

The taxi's waitin'

He's blowin' his horn

Already I'm so lonesome

I could die *

She stood outside her door, backpack slung across her shoulders. The sun was rising as she stood. Am I running away from my troubles? I have to go on this trip. I just need to forget it. She bounded down the steps to the car.

"Mom, did you bring the wacky road trip game book?" She asked.

"Yep, how could we leave without it?"

"Okay, let's go!"

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*There's so many times I've let you down

So many times I've played around

I tell you now, they don't mean a thing

Every place I go, I'll think of you

Every song I sing, I'll sing for you *

Everything reminded him of her. He had to talk to her. He stood in front of the payphone, change in hand. It's so early there though. She's probably on her way to Europe now. I have to try. He did. There was no answer, just her answering service.

"Hi! This is Rory Gilmore. And Lorelai! Mom!! Well, anyway you can't reach me now. Leave a message."

What's the point, he thought. He did anyway though.

"Rory, I think you know who this is. I really, I have to talk to you, okay? Call me."

He hung up the phone. That's all I can do. Better go meet some people I don't know, talk to Jimmy.

*Have to go and see some friends of mine, some that I don't know

Some who aren't familiar with my name,

It's something that's inside of me not hard to understand

It's anyone who listens to me sing

And if your hours are empty now, who am I to blame

You think if I were always here, our love would be the same?

It's goodbye again, and I wish you could tell me

Why do we always fight when I have to go.*

A/N: I guess this has turned into a very long song fic, maybe it's just a fiction with lyrics in it. Credits for lyrics in this chapter go to John Denver. They are kinda mixed up but they are "Leaving on a Jet Plane" and "Goodbye Again." Great songs!