Thank you so much for reviewing. I have been saying for the last few chapters that I have writers block on this story, so I might be taking a short break to try to come up with a good idea for where I want to take this story. I have the day off from school tomorrow, so I will definitely be brainstorming. I apologize if the next update isn't for a little while, but I really like writing this story and I want it to be good.

Tristan and Logan had a lot to drink the night before, so when Tristan's cell phone went off at 9:00 the next morning he was not happy.

He saw on the caller ID that it was Logan.

"I hate you." He mumbled into the phone.

"Don't feel well?" Logan asked sweetly.

"How the hell are you not feeling like crap?"

"Pancakes. Great hangover food. Julia makes the best pancakes."

"Julia is your…"

"Cook."

"Right."

"So I went to drop Rory off, and you know she's staying with her grandparents right?"

"Um, sure." Tristan said, not really up to remembering things.

"I think that we just might not have to do anything."

"What do you mean?" Tristan said, getting up.

"Come on over here and I'll explain it all to you."

"Arrghhh."

"I'll ask Julia to make more pancakes." Logan said.

"Be there in 15 minutes." Tristan said, and hung up.

"So what's up with the elder Gilmores?" Tristan asked, shoveling a forkful of pancakes into his mouth.

"Well I dropped Rory off, and they immediately freaked out on her about how she acted at the party, storming off and how you and her seemed to be having an animated conversation outside."

"I didn't see them there how did they…"

"Bitty Charleston called her."

"Ahh…the headmasters wife."

"Right. So I think normally Rory would be really embarrassed about it, but she just did a lot of nodding and then when Emily and Richard went upstairs, she rolled her eyes and stomped off to the pool house."

"That's definitely different behavior than I would expect."

"Exactly. So I'm thinking that Rory doesn't need anybody but her grandparents to show her that this isn't the life for her."

"But how long will it take?" Tristan asked.

"I'm guessing not very long. She's going to miss Yale in no time."

"Yale doesn't start for another month."

"That's true. However, I think with her grandparents, and little hints from us, she'll be ready to go by that time."

"Whatever you say."

Argh, this is so short. I'm sorry, I'm working on it! )