Chapter: The Offer
**regular POV**
Rory didn't know what to do. The nights after Tristan had been in her bedroom she had been awake all night. Tossing and turning and trying to find an answer to the question in her head. Could they do this? They weren't brother and sister, technically, but did that make any difference? They were raised as brother and sister. Her brain said that there was no way they could to this. His parents still looked at her as their own daughter, so it would be incest. But her heart was telling her otherwise. Her heart said that fate had given them the chance, and that they should grab that chance and hold on to it with all their might. But she didn't want to hurt her fosterparents. Her thoughts kept coming back to one solution. Lorelai. A couple of days ago she had come to the manor, wanting to meet her daughter. They talked for a while and then she had made Rory an offer...
**a few days earlier**
"Rory, sweetheart, there's somebody at the door for you"
Rory had locked herself in her room right after breakfast. She didn't want to talk to Tristan before she had made a decision about where their relationship should lead.
"I'm coming Jeanette"
She now was on first name basis with her fosterparents. Walking into the livingroom she saw a young woman sitting in her fathers favourite chair.
"Hello ma'am"
She sat down opposite to her.
She saw the tears appearing in the woman's eyes.
"Hello Rory"
Her voice was shaky.
Before the woman could say anything else Rory already knew who she was.
"You're my mother, aren't you?"
She scanned the woman, looking for things they had in common.
Lorelai nodded.
"I'm Lorelai Gilmore"
They talked for a while, and then Lorelai made her that offer. Lorelai wanted Rory to come and live with her and Christopher in Stars Hollow...
**regular POV, present time**
Rory knocked on the door to her fathers studyroom. She was surprised when she saw the whole family there, but it also made it easier.
She stepped inside and had to summon up the courage to tell them what she decided.
"Lorelai"
She bit on her lip
"my mother has asked me to come home with her."
She didn't need to say any more. They already knew what was going to happen.
Jake DuGrey nodded. He had already expected this day to come. Jeanette took her husbands hand and squeazed it hard. Tears filled her eyes.
"Please don't forget us child. We still see you as our child."
Rory smiled a bit. That was exactly the problem. She looked at Tristan, who's face had gone pale. Her eyes looked at him, asking him to understand why she had made this decision. He averted his head and walked out of the study.
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Chapter: Locker
**Rory's POV**
I was walking down the hallway. Looking for my br... for Tristan.
I hadn't spoken to him since I moved out. It was weird, living in a house that hadn't been mine for the past 18 years. Having to get to know two people who I was related to.
I liked my mom though. A lot of weird things I did she did too. Like the coffee... my parents, I mean, Jake and Jeanette always took tea. Guess I inherited the craving for coffee from my mom.
In the morning we always went to Luke's, a diner not far from our house.
But I was talking about school. As I said, I was walking down the hallway, looking for Tristan. It had been a week, and he hadn't called me, and I hadn't seen him at school either. I didn't know if he was ill, or that he had just been avoiding me. I wanted to ask his friends, but they all seemed to dissapear whenever I tried to approach them.
"Rory"
I turned around and found Paris standing in front of me.
She started rambling, but I didn't really pay attention. The only words that I really picked up were
"Tristan"
"new girlfriend"
and how much it hurt her.
I knew she still had a thing for him. Wait... did she just say Tristan had a new girlfriend?! I don't quite remember how I reacted to Paris. The only thing I was thinking about that I needed to get away from there. To anywhere...
Tears were stinging in my eyes, but somehow I managed to find the way to my locker. But my locker was blocked. By Tristan and his new girlfriend.
They were making out in front of my locker. At first I thought it was because I kissed Dean in front of his locker, but then I got a good look at the girl.
She was beautiful. Not the trashy kind of beautiful Tristan was usually attracted to, but the angelic kind of beautiful. Her hair was brown, her eyes piercing blue.
I coughed, and hoped they would move. I didn't want to ask him to leave. That was so degrading. I didn't want him to know just how bad I felt cause of that kiss. But they didn't move. So I went up to my locker and coughed again.
"Got a cold Rory?"
I don't think I've ever heard his voice sound so cold and distant. He didn't even stop touching the girl. His hands were going up and down her body the way they did that night in my bed. NO. Don't think about that now. Try to stay calm. I shook my head.
"You're making out in front of my locker. I need my books"
My voice sounded shaky. For a second he looked at me, his eyes warm and filled with guilt. But then they turned cold as ice again.
"I remember you making out in front of my locker not so long ago..."
His voice sounded accusatory. And he was right. I had been.
"but I don't care"
he continued
"you can make out with him all you want"
I fought the tears that were trying to appear in my eyes. I knew what he meant. I had lost the one chance we had of being together by leaving. Without saying another word I turned around and dissapeared.
**regular POV**
Rory didn't know what to do. The nights after Tristan had been in her bedroom she had been awake all night. Tossing and turning and trying to find an answer to the question in her head. Could they do this? They weren't brother and sister, technically, but did that make any difference? They were raised as brother and sister. Her brain said that there was no way they could to this. His parents still looked at her as their own daughter, so it would be incest. But her heart was telling her otherwise. Her heart said that fate had given them the chance, and that they should grab that chance and hold on to it with all their might. But she didn't want to hurt her fosterparents. Her thoughts kept coming back to one solution. Lorelai. A couple of days ago she had come to the manor, wanting to meet her daughter. They talked for a while and then she had made Rory an offer...
**a few days earlier**
"Rory, sweetheart, there's somebody at the door for you"
Rory had locked herself in her room right after breakfast. She didn't want to talk to Tristan before she had made a decision about where their relationship should lead.
"I'm coming Jeanette"
She now was on first name basis with her fosterparents. Walking into the livingroom she saw a young woman sitting in her fathers favourite chair.
"Hello ma'am"
She sat down opposite to her.
She saw the tears appearing in the woman's eyes.
"Hello Rory"
Her voice was shaky.
Before the woman could say anything else Rory already knew who she was.
"You're my mother, aren't you?"
She scanned the woman, looking for things they had in common.
Lorelai nodded.
"I'm Lorelai Gilmore"
They talked for a while, and then Lorelai made her that offer. Lorelai wanted Rory to come and live with her and Christopher in Stars Hollow...
**regular POV, present time**
Rory knocked on the door to her fathers studyroom. She was surprised when she saw the whole family there, but it also made it easier.
She stepped inside and had to summon up the courage to tell them what she decided.
"Lorelai"
She bit on her lip
"my mother has asked me to come home with her."
She didn't need to say any more. They already knew what was going to happen.
Jake DuGrey nodded. He had already expected this day to come. Jeanette took her husbands hand and squeazed it hard. Tears filled her eyes.
"Please don't forget us child. We still see you as our child."
Rory smiled a bit. That was exactly the problem. She looked at Tristan, who's face had gone pale. Her eyes looked at him, asking him to understand why she had made this decision. He averted his head and walked out of the study.
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Chapter: Locker
**Rory's POV**
I was walking down the hallway. Looking for my br... for Tristan.
I hadn't spoken to him since I moved out. It was weird, living in a house that hadn't been mine for the past 18 years. Having to get to know two people who I was related to.
I liked my mom though. A lot of weird things I did she did too. Like the coffee... my parents, I mean, Jake and Jeanette always took tea. Guess I inherited the craving for coffee from my mom.
In the morning we always went to Luke's, a diner not far from our house.
But I was talking about school. As I said, I was walking down the hallway, looking for Tristan. It had been a week, and he hadn't called me, and I hadn't seen him at school either. I didn't know if he was ill, or that he had just been avoiding me. I wanted to ask his friends, but they all seemed to dissapear whenever I tried to approach them.
"Rory"
I turned around and found Paris standing in front of me.
She started rambling, but I didn't really pay attention. The only words that I really picked up were
"Tristan"
"new girlfriend"
and how much it hurt her.
I knew she still had a thing for him. Wait... did she just say Tristan had a new girlfriend?! I don't quite remember how I reacted to Paris. The only thing I was thinking about that I needed to get away from there. To anywhere...
Tears were stinging in my eyes, but somehow I managed to find the way to my locker. But my locker was blocked. By Tristan and his new girlfriend.
They were making out in front of my locker. At first I thought it was because I kissed Dean in front of his locker, but then I got a good look at the girl.
She was beautiful. Not the trashy kind of beautiful Tristan was usually attracted to, but the angelic kind of beautiful. Her hair was brown, her eyes piercing blue.
I coughed, and hoped they would move. I didn't want to ask him to leave. That was so degrading. I didn't want him to know just how bad I felt cause of that kiss. But they didn't move. So I went up to my locker and coughed again.
"Got a cold Rory?"
I don't think I've ever heard his voice sound so cold and distant. He didn't even stop touching the girl. His hands were going up and down her body the way they did that night in my bed. NO. Don't think about that now. Try to stay calm. I shook my head.
"You're making out in front of my locker. I need my books"
My voice sounded shaky. For a second he looked at me, his eyes warm and filled with guilt. But then they turned cold as ice again.
"I remember you making out in front of my locker not so long ago..."
His voice sounded accusatory. And he was right. I had been.
"but I don't care"
he continued
"you can make out with him all you want"
I fought the tears that were trying to appear in my eyes. I knew what he meant. I had lost the one chance we had of being together by leaving. Without saying another word I turned around and dissapeared.