Chapter 4

He had just got here. After a full year, he came back. Never knowing this will happen, he got up from bed. He knew he shouldn't have come and he didn't want to but something just... forced him, made him, pushed him to where he was now, near her. Her. He couldn't go to that topic right now. Instead he wanted to flush all thoughts that would depress him in any way. Walking over to the bathroom, he got into the showers. Turning the water on, he started rambling in his mind about the day that's bound to happen sometime. First he would have to eat. Something decent and not like the things he ate the past days when he was very busy finishing things up. Then what would he do? It was his first day of no work since ages. Basically, his the first day of his real vacation. He just decided to have a quiet time in the book store or something. Finished, he turned the water off, and walked out. He reached for the towel to dry off and wrapped it around his waist. Wiping the fog off the mirrors, he looked into his reflection which wasn't quite clear. He stared for the longest time, thinking simply about nothing.

It was Friday for dear Rory which was the day she realized. Glancing at the phone as if it would bite her somehow, she tried to rethink of what she was going to say to her future upset mother. She then went through how it would go, smoothly she hoped, and she thought through it over and over and over again until she was even tired of herself. She slowly reached for her phone and dialed the number she would probably never forget in any lifetime, even if she gets in a car accident and suffers amnesia. Bringing it to her ear, she waited. Hoping she wasn't home but then again, she would be probably at the inn so then it would be more trouble for her because she then would have to dial her there. Great how life works, Rory thought. Sarcasm didn't seem to help her now.

Click. The machine picked up. It was either she was there, or she wasn't. After tone, Rory said,

"Mom, It's Rory. Are you there?" She waited. After a short pause there was a voice at the other end.

"Hey kiddo! I don't think it's bad luck to call the mom before meeting the mom and spending time with the mom. But it won't bring good luck either so, what's up?" Lorelai sure wasn't at the inn.

"Well, about today. I'm sorry but I don't think I can.." Even though she wasn't facing Lorelai, she had a pouting face.

"What?! C' mon. It's been so long since I saw you. What came up?"

"There's someone who I haven't seen for a really long time and it was like a last minute thing. Sorry." Lorelai was silent for a moment, but she never kept quiet for too long.

"Okay. Well since you can't make it, I guess I'll have to tell you."

"Tell me what?"

"I'm leaving for France Saturday."

"Saturday?"

"Yeah, It was like a last minute thing too. I wanted to see you at least once before I left."

"To France."

"Yep, to France. With Michel because he has this thing against the french and since he and I both have somebody to cover for the week, I've decided to drag him along."

"Well, France. Woo hoo!"

"Yeah, woo hoo! I know but I'm gonna miss you even though I have been missing you for months."

"I'll miss you too."

"Okay, well, I'll be back in a week and a half."

"Well, I hope it won't be too miserable."

"For exactly who my dear? For Michel? Or for France?"

"Bye."

"Bye hon." And that was the end of their conversation. Rory felt better now. Better than before she picked up the phone when she was being delusional about things. Her mom was okay. She was okay. Michel.. She wasn't quite sure but she hoped he would be okay. Being perfectly okay, she went back to her paper.

Saturday. What a great day to have a date when your mother will depart and forever be gone. Well, not forever but long. She was really looking forward to spending quality time. Bonding moments. Family gathering or something. Though, the thought of seeing Tristan again didn't seem so bad. Maybe he had changed. She had felt real bad for him when he had left that day. Not angered thinking that of all the times he could of been sent away, it had to be when she actually needed him. The feeling bad for him feeling was because he was smart. He wasn't like other stupid boys. He knew better but then, he didn't want to be better. She didn't know what he wanted to be right now. It was up to her to find out. Just then, there was a knock at the door. Who can it be?, she thought. It was early for Tristan to come by. Was it someone else? Opening the door, she found...

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Okay, well, the next chapter will be updated faster next time. BECAUSE, I have lots and lots of ideas in my head! thank you for your reviews. i really like some of your stories too. I'm gonna go eat eggs. they are just too good. mmm..