AN: All I'm going to say is I'm dreadfully sorry this took so long. Please read and review.

Chapter Four: Home is Where Our Feet May Leave, But Not Our Hearts

Rory stood in the midst of her room staring at dozens of half packed boxes. She sighed and reached to into her dresser once again and pulled out another stack of her clothes and tossed them onto her already cluttered bed. She smiled as she picked up a crinkled Foo Fighters t-shirt. She remembered when she had gone to the concert with Tristan.

"How on earth did you score tickets to this?"

"Impressed?" Rory asked seductively

"Definitely" they both simply smiled as they walked down the long path to their seats. Rory had actually won the tickets on the radio, with the assistance of her mother and Lane. They were front row center.

As the opening chords of "The Deepest Blues are Black" came out through the massive speakers the two of them began to sing along.

Shame on you
Seducing everyone
You faded jewel
You diamond in the rough

You don't have to tell me
I know where you've been
Shining once again

Will you do
The thing you've always done
Tell me true
I think you know the one

One that makes me blurry
Colors start to run

Tristan lifter Rory onto his shoulders and she yelped in surprise. They came so close to the stage the sound was almost deafening. She loved every moment of the boisterous music. The song continued.


Every time I wonder
I go under

Rory was in heaven. The lead singer had just reached out and grabbed her hand! She always thought it was stupid when people claimed they would never wash their hand again after someone famous touched it; however, she was starting to see their side of it now.


The deeper the blues
The more I see black
Sweeter the bruise the feeling starts coming back
All the deepest blues are black

How my mind is spinning
And my head is going numb
Right from the beginning
Our ending had begun

I can be your trouble
Shiver into you
Shaking like the
Thunder
Singin' out now!

The deeper the blues
The more I see black
The sweeter the bruise the feeling starts coming back
All the deepest blues are,
Deepest blues are black

Panic comes closing in
Reject
'Cause I gotta move
And the simple things
Getting me up in this(?)
Commence
Become something new

Throw 'em all

After the concert they strolled back to the parking lot, singing at the top of their lungs all the way. Rory paused to look at the souvenirs and before she knew it Tristan was telling the vender they wanted two of the t-shirts. Rory pulled hers on over her current shirt and Tristan followed suit. He grabbed her hand and they continued to the car. She didn't think they stopped singing until they reached her house. It was one of the best nights she had ever spent.

Rory was broken out of her dreamland as she was abruptly pushed onto the mound of clothing on her bed. She squealed loudly as she came crashing down.

"Tristan!" She yelled attempting to flip over so she had the upper hand but did not manage to complete the task. He had her in a firm grasp, their faces mere centimeters apart. Tristan hastily let go of her and stood up.

"So uh how's the packing going?" he questioned. He attempted to sound nonchalant but was failing badly.

"Not very well." She sighed "I'm so sad about leaving."

"I thought you were thrilled about going to college?"

"I was…I am. It's just like, you never really realize how lucky you are until it's all being taken away."

"That's a little dramatic don't you think? You're going to college, not dying."

She threw a pillow at him and expectedly, she missed. It merely grazed his left shoulder blade. "I'm serious. People always say you never realize what you have until it's gone."

"Jeeze, what's with all these deep meaningful thoughts? Stop being so freaking pessimistic, think about all the good things that are going to happen."

"Like what?" she pouted

He sat down next to her and slung his arm around her shoulder. "Well for one thing, you will have me" he smirked and she rolled her eyes. A smile still made it's ways to her lips anyways. "And you will get to take exciting classes, and work at the Yale Daily News. And the list goes on."

"What would I do without you?" she said hugging him.

"Well, if you want to talk about death…" she simply lightly smacked his head and got up and resumed folding her clothes. He turned on her CD player and started packing up her treasured books.

It was Rory's final weekend before she headed off to Yale with Tristan in tow. Lorelai had planned a movie marathon (to which Tristan, of course, was invited) and a shopping trip (to which Tristan, of course, was not invited).

"Ok let's go over the rules again."

"Mom I think we get it" Rory said leaning back into the couch. Tristan nodded in agreement.

"We have 18 movies laid out in front of us…" Lorelai began

"We only have time for, at max, seven of them." Rory continued for her

"However, we have to watch at least four." Tristan rambled in after Rory.

"Now, now children, stop mocking me!"

"You're just making it was too easy mom"

"Honestly Lorelai, we get it."

"Fine. Shall we make our decisions?"

"How about Sophie's Choice and then the Wizard of Oz?" Lorelai suggested

"Too odd a mix, even for us" Tristan said "How about Crimes and Misdemeanors?"

"Or Bringing up Baby?" Rory piped in

"A Billy Jack movie?"

"Well, you can never see one too many times now can you?"

"It's a good place to start" Tristan admitted.

After much negotiation and planning they settled on it.

Seven hours and 49 minutes, 5 movies, 3 and a half pizzas, 16 cups of coffee, 9 sodas, 2 boxes of red vines, a bag of marshmallows, 2 tubes of cookie dough, 8 dishes of Chinese from Al's, and some more junk food later, all three bodies were strewn across the living room. All we unable to move after all they had consumed.

"I think I'm going to die." Tristan stated from his position on the floor. One of his legs was up on the coffee table. His left arm was up on the couch, his other lay lifeless behind his head.

"Amateurs" Lorelai muttered, although she herself could not move a muscle.

"You would think after spending so much time around us you would be used to this by now."

"I've never been this full before." He commented

"Mom, please enlighten him."

"Are you honestly saying that after the egg roll/pizza consumption of '03 you were not fuller than you are now?" Lorelai said, getting Rory's message

"Oh, I forgot about that. I retract my previous statement then."

"Good. Now is it ice cream time yet?"

"I'm all for it." Rory said sitting up slightly. Tristan just moaned in response.

AN: Hope you enjoyed, even though once again, nothing monumental happened. PLEASE! Review.