hola. im doing really bad with the updates. sorry. things r just really

hectic around my house. we had a huge going away party for my sister

yesterday and i couldn't get to the computer. sadly im absolutely

positive that there is only one chapter after this one, and it will

probably be posted later today. tears.

oh, and i totally forgot to spell check my last entry , so its reposted.

i didn't change anything though. sorry if that got annoying.

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disclaimer: Gilmore Girls isn't mine, if it was, tristan would so totally

be on the show. (or actually at my house in person instead of thumb-tacked

to my wall in picture form)



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chapter 22: Late Night Talk

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Two pairs of blue eyes widened at Tristan's suggestion.

"What did you just say?" Lorelai asked. "Because I thought you

asked if Rory could live with her grandparents."

"Um, yah," Tristan replied.

"Rory, live with her grandparents? Tristan, they live over

seven hundred miles away! Did that drive make you temporarily insane?"

Lorelai continued.

"Think about it Lorelai," he said. "Rory ran away from this

town to be in Hartford. Wouldn't it solve everyone's problems if she

just lived with her grandparents?" he asked, pleading with his eyes.

"Absolutely not! She has to be here, with her mother," Lorelai

said defensively.

"Hello? Have you two forgotten that I am sitting right here?"

Rory asked.

"What do you want Rory?" Tristan asked.

"I don't know," she said.

"Of course you don't know, you're a kid!" Lorelai exclaimed.

"I'm not a kid Mom. If you forgot I'm going to be eighteen in

a few months. I'm capable of making my own decisions," Rory protested.

"Fine. Do what you want. Whatever," Lorelai said, getting up from

the table so fast it caused her chair to flip over. Several seconds later

they heard her bedroom door slam.

"Tristan? Why did you say that?" Rory asked.

"Isn't it what you want? To be back in Connecticut, the place

you love? Everything you want is right there Mare. Everything. You talk

about how homesick you are and how you don't know anyone here. If you

moved in with your grandparents you could attend Chilton. I'd see you

every day. We'd be together."

Rory looked at him wistfully. "I know. It would be perfect in

a perfect world, but things are more complicated than that."

"They don't have to be," he said quietly.

"But they are. Come on, you should go to bed, you've got an

early flight tomorrow," Rory said. The tone in her voice signaled that

the conversation was very over.



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Rory found her mother in the living room flipping through

magazines later that night.

"Mom," Rory said softly as she entered the room.

Lorelai looked up and patted a spot on the sofa next to her.

"Is Tristan asleep?" Lorelai asked.

"Yah."

She sat down but didn't say anything for a few minutes. The

two sat in an awkward silence.

"You want to talk to me about what Tristan said earlier, don't

you?" Lorelai asked.

Rory nodded. "It's just that I'm so unhappy here Mom. I was

fine when Tristan went to school with me, but now, I just can't bear it.

At Chilton I used to like eating alone, just sitting there with a good

book. But at least I knew people there. You know? Now I'm just lonely.

And I can't even concentrate on my work because I miss Tristan so much."

Lorelai looked at her daughter and saw the pain in her eyes.

"I just don't want to leave you here all alone," Rory said.

"That's the only thing that's stopping me from asking if I could move."

"I'm busy with the inn honey, I'd be fine. Really."

"Really? So you would let me go?" Rory's eyes started to fill

with hope.

"I'll call your grandparents in the morning," she said.

Rory gave her a big hug and a kiss and then went to bed. That

night Lorelai sat for hours in the living room, thinking about how

hard it would be for her without Rory around.

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a/n: sorry for the short chapter, i just kinda had to end it here.