A.N.- I don't own Gilmore Girls.

And, although this is very obvious now, Rory chose Dean. The three things I had in mind were:

1) Only Dean's sister was there, if it was Logan, Josh would have been there with Honor

2) Only Rory's grandfather was there. Emily loved Logan too much not to come. I know that Richard hated Dean, but he seems a lot more likely to forgive Rory for snubbing their friends' son than Emily.

3) They'd tried so many times, Rory and Logan only tried once, but it would have been the 4th time Rory and Dean tried.

Both Dean and Logan's parent's would have hated her, the Forresters would have hated her for ruining Dean's marriage to Lindsay, and the Huntzbergers would have hated her for leaving Logan in the first place, and they hated her to begin with.

Josh walked into his house and looked around. "Mom! I'm home!" he yelled as loudly as he could, trying to make his mother's hangover worse. Of course, she was probably immune to his yell after hearing it every afternoon he had school. His father, though, it worked on his father. Whenever he was home. He stomped up the stairs and to his room, brushing past the frightened maid on his way, flopping onto his bed. Why couldn't he have a normal family? A father who came home at night, instead of going to bars and bringing college students to hotels. A mother who stayed faithful to his father, and didn't have an affair with any man that came along. Two parents who stayed sober, who actually got to know their son. Who would care that he had met someone, who cared when he got good grades. He had stopped trying now. All through junior high, and the beginning of his freshman year, he had tried to be the model son and pull his family together. He had gotten good grades, and always called his parents. His father had shut himself up in his study and sulked whenever Josh had gotten a good grade, as if the A's physically hurt him. His mother had snapped into the phone whenever he called, or yelled at the maid to take it, and keep it away from her. He wanted to say he didn't care anymore, but he knew that wasn't true. He was just better at hiding it now.

He sat at the large table, alone. Louise off at some fancy dinner, Logan off somewhere. Even when they were gone, they insisted that he eat properly, and not just grab some food in his room. They cared enough to make sure he got good food. It was always expensive, and fancy. But it was always tasteless to him. And even though he would never tell anybody, he would rather eat stale bread and water with his family than the finest delicacies alone. He grabbed a pen and a piece of paper and began doodling. Drawing a heart, with the name Lora Forrester in it. Another one that said Lorelai Forrester. Over, and over, until his doodles covered the entire page. He felt young, and childish, but he didn't care. He left the paper lying out on the table, and went upstairs to bed, leaving his homework untouched.