I just added the teaser/prologue together...
Disclaimer: No, I don't own G.G.; if I did the show would suck
A/N's and stuff: Everything up to the third season has happened, nothing from the 4th season; Rory's in her junior year; oh, and I like Trory stories just fine (as well as like.anything; I'm flexible), I just needed that Tristan comment for the story (if it makes you feel better, I considered making Tristan the father)
~*~
She was driving down the road when her phone rang. Sighing, she reached over and picked it up from the passenger seat, where she had placed it the last time rang. She had a pretty good idea of who was calling, but she couldn't take the chance of looking, because if it was who she thought it was, she wasn't sure she'd be able to hang up again. Before she could think more about it she hit the end call button and turned off the phone. She couldn't turn back now.
She couldn't believe it when she first found out. How could she have been so stupid? She couldn't do anything about it now. Well, she could, but she'd never do what that required.
But she couldn't tell anyone, especially her mom; you'd think her mom would understand, but she knew better. And even if her mom had understood, no one else would have.
So she had told her mom she'd be a couple days later that originally expected, and to not call the dorm because her roommate wasn't feeling well and needed her rest. Then, bidding her roommate a Happy Thanksgiving, she left. She had moved all her things to her car in small trips all week, so no one would suspect.
And now here she was, running away. She'd been driving all day; her mom had been calling regularly, but she couldn't answer. If she did, she'd end up telling her the whole thing, or at least most of it, and then she would go back and tell them all what happened, and they'd all say they understood, but she'd know they didn't. She wasn't supposed to do this. She was supposed to know better. She just needed to go someplace where no one knew her. Someplace where people didn't see her as a perfect girl who could make no mistakes.
~*~*~
She had been driving for 3 days straight. It was late Sunday night, almost midnight to be more exact, and she was driving around Seattle, looking for a motel to stay in for the night. She wondered if her mom knew yet, that she was gone; she imagined so. She couldn't have kept her mom from calling the dorm for more than a day. She wondered if anyone was looking for her.
She found a cheap motel, and got a room for the week; She figured Seattle was as good a place as any to settle in, and, since it was always rainy, every day was perfect reflection of her mood. She drifted off into a restless sleep, knowing she'd be dreaming the same thing she'd been dreaming since the night she found out.
~*~
She was wandering around the house, nodding and smiling at different people, while looking for her date. When there was no luck on the first floor, she wandered up the stairs and opened a closed door to see him sitting in a corner.
"There you are."
"Hey."
"I've been looking all over for you."
"Just got tired of everything down there."
"Are we allowed to be up here? I mean, it was kind of being discouraged."
"When you have a party, you get what you get."
"Yeah, I guess."
He stood up and placed himself in front of her, and before she knew it, he was kissing her, hard. And she was kissing back with equal emotion. After a few minutes, he began guiding her toward the bed in the middle of the room. She was about to protest when she remembered one thing. Jess.
When her mother had found out that she had been invited to the party, she insisted that she went. In her junior year of college, she hadn't been on a single date. It was 'time to move on,' her mom said, so she decided to go.
And now here she was, in the same position she had been in a little more than two years ago. Common sense would say if it didn't work one way, the next time, do it another. So that's precisely what she did.
~*~
She woke up in a heavy sweat. Every time she had that dream it seemed like she was there again, in that room, with him.
Jake Andrews. He was one of those popular guys, the ones all the girls wanted. He reminded her a lot of Tristan, actually. But, just like Tristan, she was just another point on the scorecard. She hadn't told him when she found out, but if she had, he wouldn't have cared. She had heard some of the girls talking about him one day shortly after she had taken the test. Apparently he had gotten this girl pregnant, and, after she had run to him, he promptly took her to a 'good friend' who would give him an abortion free of charge.
~*~
Six months later she was working as a maid (fate of all fates) under the name Leah Andrews. Leah off of her middle name, but different enough that no one would think of it, and Andrews, off of him. The father. No one would ever think to look for her under that; her mom didn't even know his name.
Her mom. She wondered how she was, if she missed her too much. Her mom had Luke now though. When she left her mom had been Lorelai Danes for 5 months. The last time she talked to her mom, Lorelai had been talking excitedly about the great news that couldn't be told until she arrived later that week. Probably about Sookie being pregnant again. Sookie had already had another baby after her first, and it looked like Jackson was going to get the four in four he always wanted.
She had just recently gotten out of a meeting with her boss. They had been discussing her maternity leave. He had been excited to find out about the girl she was expecting, and told her to take all the time she needed. She wasn't going to take off anytime until the baby came, though; she couldn't stand the idea of sitting around at home all day waiting for *The* day to come.
She had been working the front desk since she was 4 months. Her boss had insisted; he didn't want to put too much strain on her or the baby. He was still going to pay her full time while on her leave, an offer he wouldn't let her refuse. She thought it was too much, but she couldn't deny that she was going to need the money. It was hard to find very many good jobs when you didn't have a college degree. She was planning on going back to college when the baby was a little older so she could get her degree and work where she really wanted, but that would have to wait for now. Right now she was just taking life one day at a time and seeing where it took her.
Disclaimer: No, I don't own G.G.; if I did the show would suck
A/N's and stuff: Everything up to the third season has happened, nothing from the 4th season; Rory's in her junior year; oh, and I like Trory stories just fine (as well as like.anything; I'm flexible), I just needed that Tristan comment for the story (if it makes you feel better, I considered making Tristan the father)
~*~
She was driving down the road when her phone rang. Sighing, she reached over and picked it up from the passenger seat, where she had placed it the last time rang. She had a pretty good idea of who was calling, but she couldn't take the chance of looking, because if it was who she thought it was, she wasn't sure she'd be able to hang up again. Before she could think more about it she hit the end call button and turned off the phone. She couldn't turn back now.
She couldn't believe it when she first found out. How could she have been so stupid? She couldn't do anything about it now. Well, she could, but she'd never do what that required.
But she couldn't tell anyone, especially her mom; you'd think her mom would understand, but she knew better. And even if her mom had understood, no one else would have.
So she had told her mom she'd be a couple days later that originally expected, and to not call the dorm because her roommate wasn't feeling well and needed her rest. Then, bidding her roommate a Happy Thanksgiving, she left. She had moved all her things to her car in small trips all week, so no one would suspect.
And now here she was, running away. She'd been driving all day; her mom had been calling regularly, but she couldn't answer. If she did, she'd end up telling her the whole thing, or at least most of it, and then she would go back and tell them all what happened, and they'd all say they understood, but she'd know they didn't. She wasn't supposed to do this. She was supposed to know better. She just needed to go someplace where no one knew her. Someplace where people didn't see her as a perfect girl who could make no mistakes.
~*~*~
She had been driving for 3 days straight. It was late Sunday night, almost midnight to be more exact, and she was driving around Seattle, looking for a motel to stay in for the night. She wondered if her mom knew yet, that she was gone; she imagined so. She couldn't have kept her mom from calling the dorm for more than a day. She wondered if anyone was looking for her.
She found a cheap motel, and got a room for the week; She figured Seattle was as good a place as any to settle in, and, since it was always rainy, every day was perfect reflection of her mood. She drifted off into a restless sleep, knowing she'd be dreaming the same thing she'd been dreaming since the night she found out.
~*~
She was wandering around the house, nodding and smiling at different people, while looking for her date. When there was no luck on the first floor, she wandered up the stairs and opened a closed door to see him sitting in a corner.
"There you are."
"Hey."
"I've been looking all over for you."
"Just got tired of everything down there."
"Are we allowed to be up here? I mean, it was kind of being discouraged."
"When you have a party, you get what you get."
"Yeah, I guess."
He stood up and placed himself in front of her, and before she knew it, he was kissing her, hard. And she was kissing back with equal emotion. After a few minutes, he began guiding her toward the bed in the middle of the room. She was about to protest when she remembered one thing. Jess.
When her mother had found out that she had been invited to the party, she insisted that she went. In her junior year of college, she hadn't been on a single date. It was 'time to move on,' her mom said, so she decided to go.
And now here she was, in the same position she had been in a little more than two years ago. Common sense would say if it didn't work one way, the next time, do it another. So that's precisely what she did.
~*~
She woke up in a heavy sweat. Every time she had that dream it seemed like she was there again, in that room, with him.
Jake Andrews. He was one of those popular guys, the ones all the girls wanted. He reminded her a lot of Tristan, actually. But, just like Tristan, she was just another point on the scorecard. She hadn't told him when she found out, but if she had, he wouldn't have cared. She had heard some of the girls talking about him one day shortly after she had taken the test. Apparently he had gotten this girl pregnant, and, after she had run to him, he promptly took her to a 'good friend' who would give him an abortion free of charge.
~*~
Six months later she was working as a maid (fate of all fates) under the name Leah Andrews. Leah off of her middle name, but different enough that no one would think of it, and Andrews, off of him. The father. No one would ever think to look for her under that; her mom didn't even know his name.
Her mom. She wondered how she was, if she missed her too much. Her mom had Luke now though. When she left her mom had been Lorelai Danes for 5 months. The last time she talked to her mom, Lorelai had been talking excitedly about the great news that couldn't be told until she arrived later that week. Probably about Sookie being pregnant again. Sookie had already had another baby after her first, and it looked like Jackson was going to get the four in four he always wanted.
She had just recently gotten out of a meeting with her boss. They had been discussing her maternity leave. He had been excited to find out about the girl she was expecting, and told her to take all the time she needed. She wasn't going to take off anytime until the baby came, though; she couldn't stand the idea of sitting around at home all day waiting for *The* day to come.
She had been working the front desk since she was 4 months. Her boss had insisted; he didn't want to put too much strain on her or the baby. He was still going to pay her full time while on her leave, an offer he wouldn't let her refuse. She thought it was too much, but she couldn't deny that she was going to need the money. It was hard to find very many good jobs when you didn't have a college degree. She was planning on going back to college when the baby was a little older so she could get her degree and work where she really wanted, but that would have to wait for now. Right now she was just taking life one day at a time and seeing where it took her.