Okay, well I am getting to the end. I am sure people are sitting on the edge of their seats now going, "What then?" Well don't worry I will not be leaving, in fact I have more ideas floating in my head as we speak. Thank you for the reviews, though they have been few, I still think this story is great.

Disclaimer: I still don't own anything related to, concerning , or even remotely related to the Gilmore Girls. Though I can offer the owners of my favorite show some Skittles. They were in my purse. I don't know how old they are, but they still have flavor. ^_^

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Rory sat there now, and the sun had just set upon the sleepy town of Stars Hollow. This was her last school night. In twenty-four hours she would no longer be a high school teenager, but a high school graduate. The thought sent a shiver down her back and then Lorelai came in the room.

"Hey honey," she kissed her daughter's head, "Ready for tomorrow?"

Rory shrugged. She didn't think she was ready for anything, not right now at least. Lorelai sat down on Rory's bed and Rory was still staring at that cursed screen.

"What are you up to?"

"Nothing," Rory replied.

"Oh, well I talked to Luke today."

"How did it go?"

"We didn't mention the topic of 'us' instead we skipped around it."

"Mom, it's not going to help if you keep acting like you are in middle school. He's not the kid that pulled your hair and teased you, and you teased him back because you didn't know how to start dating. This is real life, you have to express what you feel to people or they will never know how you truly feel. They'll never know what role they play in your life."

Lorelai sat there in shock. Her daughter knew more about the ways of love and relationships then she ever did.

"Since when did you become the expert on relationships?"

"I always have been and you know it."

"So you ready for graduation?"

Rory winced, she hated thinking about having to give her speech in front of so many people. In front of all those eyes. "I suppose."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know if I can really move on, from high school."

"Don't worry, you can and will. Yale will be wonderful and we can make the best of it."

Rory quickly changed the subject. She didn't want her mom to know what was really on her mind at the time.

"So what book have you decided to take with you on our trip?"

"Books, to be more precise. I can't decide. Maybe we shouldn't go."

"And miss out on all the hot Italian food? No!"

Lorelai stood up and yawned. "Well I am tired, so I think it is best if I retire."

"Alright, night mom."

"Night Rory."

Lorelai left and made her way up the stairs to her room. Rory still stared at the screen. There was a one e-mail in her mailbox. The one she had read a dozen times but couldn't seem to bring herself to delete it. Jess had responded, worried it seemed. She knew why she was scared, but couldn't find a way to go about telling him. She clicked the reply button, in hopes that something would come to her.

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To: Jess Mariano

From: Rory Gilmore

Hey, there's a better one for your award winning openings. Why am I scared? Deep inside......

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No, that was horrible. She wanted to be a journalist, a writer, and all she could produce was, "Deep inside..." She needed to read more if she was ever going to be ready for Yale. Deeply Rory breathed in, taking in the events of the past few days, then of the past year. Her mind wandered and eventually brought the image of his face to her mind. With his insecure nature and childish reactions. Rory breathed out deeply and softly, and she remembered the first time he had kissed her. A smile crept across her face and she began to close out her e-mail account.

"I can't do this. Not like this anyway."

She said it aloud but knew no one was around. There was only one way to tell Jess that she was scared and she needed to hear his voice. But where could she reach him? Luke might know, but then why didn't he tell Rory. Then her cell phone rang.

"Hello?"

There was no answer, just silence.

"Hello??"

Still nothing but silence. Rory hung up. Miles away in Venice Beach, CA, Jess listened to Rory hang up. Why couldn't he just bring himself to say hello to her. Every time he heard her voice, everything about the last night he was there came to his mind. Then all the pain he must have put her through. He sighed deeply and couldn't understand why he just couldn't even say he was sorry. He banged his head against the pay phone. What did he fear? He already lost her due to his idiotic decisions, what more did he have to lose? Softly, but unwillingly, he placed the phone down on the receiver. Sticking his hands in his pocket, but not before zipping up his coat, he walked away. Perhaps he would try again tomorrow. Maybe then he could get himself to at least say hello.