A.N.- I don't own Gilmore Girls
Lora Forrester looked around her. Chilton was so much bigger than she'd ever imagined. She was two moths into her junior year of high school, and she had finally been accepted at her mother's old school. Rory and Dean Forrester had worked so hard, trying to get Lora enough money for college, and then enough money for Chilton once they had her college tuition, but it hadn't been enough. Lora would still be at Stars Hollow High if Emily hadn't finally forgiven Rory for choosing Dean over Logan. Once Richard had his wife's permission to pay for Lora's schooling, he had insisted that his granddaughter and grandson-in-law let him.
"So, you're new," the voice snapped her out of her reverie.
"Yeah."
"I could lend you my notes...show you around."
"Really? That would be great!"
"Oh yeah? How great?"
"Well, I've got so much to catch up on, and this school is huge, so really great."
"Lorelai Forrester, right?"
"Yeah, but people just call me Lora. What's your name?"
"Josh Huntzberger. I was named after my uncle."
"I was named after my mother. And my grandmother. And my great-great-grandmother."
"Well, Lorelai Forrester IV, I'll be seeing you." he said over his shoulder. She looked after him, puzzled. He looked familiar, but she couldn't quite place where she knew him from.
"So, how was Chilton?" Rory asked her daughter over dinner.
"A lot better than the food you make! Mom, when are you ever going to accept that you can't cook?"
"Very funny. How was school?"
"Big. Scary."
"You know what my mother would say of she were here right now?"
"That I've been spending too much time with Grandpa Luke?"
"Yes. Full sentences, please."
"It was okay. It was pretty hard, and big, but the people there seem really nice."
"Nice? Wow, things have changed since Rory went." Dean said dryly.
"No Parises? No Tristins?" Rory questioned.
"Nope. There was one guy that offered to show me around, and give me his notes, and everyone else pretty much ignored me."
"When he offered his notes, was that in a 'I want to be your friend' way, or an 'I'm hitting on you' way?"
"What?"
"Trisitn offered to lend me his notes, but he did it in an 'I'm hitting on you' way. So, I want to know if this guy is the reincarnate of Tristin."
"I don't know." Lora replied, panic-stricken. She didn't want to know someone like Tristin after everything her father had said about him.
"Never mind." Rory could sense that she had made her daughter nervous, and she took a bite of the chicken she had made. "Okay, get up, we're going to Luke's. I can't cook."
