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AN: Here is chapter two. I hope you enjoy it. Just so everyone knows I am not a Rory fan and I think that came out in this chapter so I am sorry to those that like her. Oh and in my fashion the titles of my chapters and my storiesare based a various song lyrics I listen to when I decided to be creative. Bonus points if you can guess either the artist or the song! Thanks to everyone that reviewed!

Chapter Two: Something Tells Me Girl This is Bringing You Down

Rory arrived back at the pool house after going to the used bookstore. She needed to escape her problems and reading books was the easiest way to do that. As she pulled up to the main house, she realized that it was nearing dinner time and she that needed to make an appearance before she could lock herself away with her books. As she parks she notices a familiar jeep pulling into the driveway.

'Great this is just what I need another sermon from my mother,' thinks Rory bitterly.

As Lorelai pulls up in the driveway she sees her daughter glaring at her, despising her for coming here. At that look, the look she as often given her own mother, her resolve to make things right weakens but she knows that she can't give up.

"What do you want, Mom? Another chance to yell at me for disappointing you, did you want to tell me that I am not invited to the wedding? Or wait, even better you're probably pregnant? Is that it, you're getting a better daughter to replace your disappointment?" shouted Rory not caring that her grandparents had seen both cars arrive and were now staring out the open door at the two women.

Lorelai heard the hatred in her daughter's voice and looked up with tear-filled eyes toward her. She noticed the looks of shock on her parents face, probably at the news of the engagement. She knows what it is like to disappoint parents and desperately wants Rory to know that she isn't disappointed as much as she is worried about the choices that Rory is making.

"I didn't come to yell at you, or to say that I am pregnant. I just wanted to talk to you, to try and make things right between us," said Lorelai quietly willing her voice not to break.

"There is nothing you can say, Mom. I'm not going back to Yale; I'm doing 300 hours of community service, and working part-time at the DAR as their new member and secretary. You made it clear you don't want anything to do with my choices and you shut me out of your life by not telling me you and Luke are engaged so you obviously don't want me involved in your choices. I don't think there is anything else to say to each other. I'm going to bed now. Grandpa, Grandma I don't think I am up for dinner tonight," said Rory before turning away and marching off angrily to the pool-house.

Lorelai just stares back at her, tears streaming out of her eyes, at a loss on how to fix this. As she turns around to walk back to her jeep she sees her parents standing outside the door dumbfounded at the scene that just occurred. She knows she owes them better than the treatment she just received so she walks up to them, bravely keeping her head up.

"I know you don't like Luke or think he is good enough for me, but he is the only one that is on my side with this situation. I love him and can't lose him like I lost Rory. We are getting married. Even though you hate him and will probably try and ruin this for me I just wanted you to know. However, before you start scheming and plotting I just want you remember that I am happy with him. With everything that is going on with Rory and us, he tries to make me feel better. So please don't ruin this for me, he is all I have left," says Lorelai before turning away and going to her jeep, leaving her parents still standing on the stoop completely and utterly shocked at what occurred in the last 15 minutes.

Rory entered the pool-house and threw her purse and books on the counter before marching over toward the sofa. She jumps when she sees the occupant on the sofa but quickly recovers and smiles at the sight of Logan fast asleep on the couch. She slowly walks over to him and yells in his ear.

"HEY!"

"Jeezus Rory, you trying to kill me before my father gets a chance too!" cries Logan as he falls off the couch.

"Nah just wanted you off my couch."

"Well, if that is welcome I get perhaps I should just go."

"NO!" cried Rory not wanting to be alone with her thoughts. "Why don't you stay, we can watch a movie."

"Well, I think I can be persuaded to do that. What do you want to watch?" asked Logan heading over toward the boxes of movies that Rory was planning to throw out.

"Not those, they're umm not working, yep broken."

"Rory, half of these have the wrapping still on them."

"Well, they suck. I'm going to return them."

"Rory, I know for a fact that you love Power of Myth. What is going on?"

"I just can't watch those movies, ok. Just lay off," cries Rory before heading over to the bedroom. "You can let yourself out, I'm going to bed."

"Rory, what the hell is going on with you!" replies Logan following her into the bedroom.

"I am fine. Why can't people understand that? I don't need everyone telling me what I need. God, first my mother, then my friends, and now you! I don't need to talk about this. I don't need to talk to my mother because this situation is her fault. If she went to college she would understand. She thinks just coming over here to talk to me is going to make me forget what she did. She kicked me out because I didn't want to go back to school and then turns this situation around so that it should be my fault when she didn't tell me about being engaged. SHE IS OUT OF MY LIFE AND I DON'T CARE! PEOPLE TAKE BREAKS! I OBVIOUSLY DON'T HAVE WHAT IT TAKES TO BE A JOURNALIST SO I NEED TIME TO DECIDE ON A NEW CAREER! WHAT IS SO DIFFICULT TO UNDERSTAND ABOUT THIS SITUATION! I AM NOT GOING BACK TO YALE!" rants Rory in a fashion that would make Luke proud right before she grabs a picture frame and throws it against the wall.

Logan picks up the shards of glass and metal from the broken picture frame before responding to Rory. He doesn't want to be on the receiving end of the next thrown object so he attempts to choose his words carefully.

"You know I am the last person to talk about going to school. Hell, I have been enrolled at Yale for 4years and barely have completed 3 years. I do think you need to talk to you mother because the two of you are too busy blaming the other, that you aren't listening to what each other is saying. I don't want you to have a relationship like I have with my parents. You and your mother were always better than that. Also, I will say I think the whole no being a journalist decision was made a little hastily, but like I said I am not one to judge. I'm going to go now, unless you really want me to stay and talk more?" Logan says quietly.

"No, go hang out with Finn and Colin. I am exhausted and have to get up early and pick trash tomorrow," replies Rory. "And for the record Logan, she is the one that started this blame game, not me."

"Whatever, Rory, like I said you're too busy blaming and not listening," says Logan as he walks out the door.

Rory watches him leave and walks over to where she put her books. She picks up one and starts to read it, thinking to herself once again that this situation wasn't her fault.

Lorelai pulls up to her house and just sits in her jeep. She refused to let herself cry on the way home and after 30 minutes of holding back, the tears flow out of her eyes as if a dam inside her is broken. The look of utmost hatred on Rory's face keeps coming front and center in her mind causing her to sob harder at the feeling of loss and inability to fix their problems.

Luke looks up from where he was cleaning up Lorelai's room and sees her jeep out there. He wonders where she is, since he didn't hear her come in the house, when he sees a shadow move in the jeep. He quickly heads downstairs, Paul Anka on his heels, and runs out the front door. He walks over to the jeep and sees Lorelai curled up in a ball on the front seat. He opens the door, picks her up, and with Paul Anka following quietly behind, goes into the house and sits on the couch with her on his lap, the dog sitting at Luke's feet resting his head on Lorelai's lap.

How long they stayed like that Luke didn't know. As he sat there cuddling Lorelai, whispering 'It's ok' in her ear with that damn dog slobbering all over her pants, he glanced at her face. What he saw there shocked him. Not the red, swollen face with make-up smeared all over, it was that the light was missing in her eyes, the look that something in her died and would never come back. At that moment Luke knew that no matter what he had to do, he would get that look of loss and hopelessness off of Lorelai's face and try and bring the sparkle of life back into her eyes. He just didn't know what to do.