Okay sorry it took so long to update I was having writer's block. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

This takes place about a week later. Luke is moving in with Lorelai and Rory has finals.

Rory opens the door to her house and walks in. I come down the stairs, Luke following behind me. "Hey kid! What are you doing home?" I say giving her a hug and kiss on the cheek. "I don't know I just felt like bringing some stuff here and I need to talk to you about something." She said quietly. "Oh, sure." I said with a concerned smile. "Do you need help bringing in your stuff Rory?" Luke asked. "Oh, Yeah that would be great! Umm, it's out in the car." She said. "I'll get it. You two stay here and talk, and I'll be back in a minute." He said. "Thanks." Rory said gratefully. We exchanged shy smiles and he went out to get Rory's stuff.

"So how's everything going?" I asked concerned. "Well, you know that internship I had at The Stamford Eagle Gazette with Mitcum Huntzberger?" She asked rhetorically. I nodded. "Well we sat down for the evaluation of my work yesterday." She said solemnly. "Really? How did it go?" I asked excitedly. "He told me he thought I didn't have what it takes." She said sadly.

"Oh honey, I'm so sorry." I said patting her shoulder.

"Well it's all for the best I guess. I mean now I know not to waste my time with journalism."

"But, Honey, journalism's your dream!"

"Well not anymore!" Rory shouted angrily.

"Well what are you gonna do then! Huh?"

"I don't know yet!" Rory said defeated. She plopped down on the couch, clearly emotionally exhausted. Luke walked in the open door trying to balance all of Rory's stuff. "Umm could I get a little help?" He asked stumbling into the foyer. I ran over to help him, grabbing a few things as they fell. Rory looked up from the couch and said, "Oh sorry Luke." Then she started to get up to help. "We got it. Why don't you go visit Lane, she has off today." Luke suggested. "Okay." She said leaving.

"Did you hear?"

"Just the tail-end of it. I would of stayed outside longer, but her stuff was really heavy."

"I know. I think we were done though anyway." I looked at him. He looked so tired. He must be tired from getting up with me these past couple of nights. How did I get this lucky? I thought to myself.

I put my arms around his waist and rested my head on his chest. "Thank you." I said. "What for?" He asked. "For being you." I said smiling up at him. I gave him a kiss, and then things got a little heated. If Babbette hadn't come over at the moment she did, I probably would've taken him right there on the living room floor.

Luke went upstairs and I let Babbette in the door.

"Hey doll, how ya doin?"

"Oh, I'm great!"

"That's good. Well, I just stopped by to see if you heard about the latest town news."

"No. What's going on?"

"Do you remember Nicole?"

"Luke's ex-wife Nicole?"

"Yeah. Well, apparently she married some hot shot businessman or something, and they're moving here to settle down."

"What! Well, who is he?" I asked in complete shock.

"Nobody knows."

"Well, how did you find out she was coming here?"

"Well, she mentioned it to Taylor, who told Patty who-"

"Well, enough said."

"Yeah, I just thought that you oughta know. Well I gotta get going, Morey's band's playin' in New York tonight! It's gonna be wild!"

(Chuckling) "Okay, well you have fun Babbette! I'll see you later."

Nicole? Moving to Star's Hollow? With who? Oh, I hope it's not the sock man! This is gonna suck.

"What did Babbette want?"

"Oh, um she was just telling me some gossip..." I said trailing off.

"Oh?" He said pretending to be interested.

"Yeah. Well, it's just that there's a new family moving into town and..."

"Did they buy Harold Denmeyer's old place?"

"I'm not sure. Why?"

"I saw some movers unloading things. If I'm not mistaken, but I really hope that I am, I thought I saw the movers unload a tanning bed." He said.

"Really?" I said amazed.

"Yep. Just what we need in town: fake orange people." He said seriously.

"You're gonna rant aren't you?" I said supressing laughter.

"I mean do people who go to tanning beds even know how bad they are for their skin? They could skin cancer so easily. What's even worse is these people own their own tanning bed. Honestly, who buys a tanning bed?" He said shaking his head.

"I wonder where one would go to purchase a tanning bed. Is there a specialty store or do you go to a tanning salon?"

"Why? You don't want one do you?" He asked with distasteful curiosity.

"Just wondering. Calm down." I said.

What do you think? I know it went on a little too much about nothing at the end there but it just flowed form my fingertips. Wow I just sounded really cliched. Anyway, I am still debating who Nicole is going to be married to (the sock man or maybe one of Lorelai's old loves?). Also I still toying with what to do about Rory (school, love, etc.) Please review.