AN: Okay so I know it's been years, or at least seems that way. But this chapter was not that fun, and it's mostly from the script. I was just editing it. Now I didn't finish it but it's still good and I decided to just post it as is. Hopefully I will be posting another (more exciting) chapter soon. I won't bore you with excuses. So just enjoy…

FYI: as I'm sure all you Gilmore Girl's fans will notice, a lot of this chapter has been taken from The Lorelai's First Day At Yale but I thought I would just inform you now. I do not own any part of Gilmore Girl's, except the obsession I have...

Rory walked out of her bedroom carrying various beauty products. She entered the living room to pack them into one of the multitudes of suitcases that now decorated the floor and any other available surface.

"I've got too much stuff."

"What?" Lorelai yells from upstairs

"Stuff! And it's your fault. You inculcated into me a tolerance for rampant consumerism."

"What?"

"When did I become one of those girls with dozens of beauty products, none of which are expendable? It used to be a touch of mascara, dab of Coppertone, zip, bam, boom, out the door."

"Since you met me," Tristan smirked from his permanent position on the couch, knowing if he moved there would no longer be a space for him to sit.

"I heard copper and boom." Lorelai said poking her head into the stairwell.

"Never mind. And what's going on? We're late."

"I'm looking for the camera."

"Oy vey, she's looking for the camera."

"We're never leaving" Tristan piped in again

"I heard that."

"That she hears." Was Rory's only comment

"It is my prerogative as your mother to record any event in my daughter's life that I so choose. It's in the mother's handbook." Lorelai remarks as she came down the stairs.

"Does Luke know that you can't drive a stick?" Tristan asked

"Why?"

"Because you borrowed his truck and it's a stick."

"I can drive a stick." Lorelai pouted

"You can stir coffee with a stick, but you can't drive a stick."

"Remember when you tried to drive my car?" Tristan said pointedly

"I can drive a stick!"

"I just want you to get there in one piece." Rory said patting Lorelai's shoulder

"You look out for me."

"Let's hit the road."

"Oh, wait, wait, this is it! This is the precise moment that I've been looking for. This is my daughter going off to college, this is my shot! "

"Okay, fine."

"Okay, I'm lining you up, now look candid."

"Okay, see, the very definition of candid means that the subject doesn't know the picture's being taken."

"So forget the camera's there."

"I'll try."

"And smile."

"Okay, okay."

"Did it flash? I didn't see it flash? Why isn't it working?"

"Uh Lorelai" Tristan said, still on the couch.

"Yes Satan?" Lorelai asks while lining up for her next shot

"We'll talk about that name later, but the lens is covered…" he trailed off as she turned the camera around and took the cover off. She glared at him before taking a few more pictures.

"I'm not happy."

"Why?"

"It looks posed."

"That's because it is" Tristan observed

Another glare "It just looks like you're standing in the house. No one will know that you're going off to college."

"Shall I hold a sign?"

"Or you could do the "going off to college" walk."

"Oh that will get the point across"

"The what?" Rory asked

"The walk, like this" Lorelai did a little jaunty walk

"You look like Alfalfa coming to pick up Darla." Tristan chose now to add to the conversation again

"Tristan, you are not helping the leaving process" Rory said along with a glare

"Will all Gilmore Girl's stop glaring at me!"

"Here, hold some of your stuff. At least it'll look like you're moving or something." She said ignoring their normal banter

"Okay, fine."

"Ugh, it looks like you're taking out the trash."

"Okay, that's it, we're going." Rory said beginning to push Lorelai out the doors

"All right, I'll just have to make do with one of the pictures I already took."

"Good."

"Ooh, I'll put it on the computer and then superimpose an important person standing next to you seeing you off, like Kissinger or Lady Bird Johnson or Pat Summerall or something."

"Pat Summerall?"

"Well, you think of somebody better."

"Orson Welles."

"It can't be a dead person."

"Pat Summerall's dead."

"No, he's not."

"Pat Summerall is dead."

"No, I'm telling you, he's not. Lady Bird Johnson is dead."

"No, she's not."

"How much you wanna bet?"

"Five bucks."

"Let's google him right now."

"Mom, Yale?"

"Yeah, Yale can wait for us to google Pat Summerall."

"Come."

"Where are your priorities?"

"On vacation with your morals" Tristan said to Lorelai as he attempted to get up off the couch without tripping over the massive amount of stuff the living room had accumulated.

Lorelai was about to retort when she and Rory saw Tristan tumble to the ground. They both began to laugh hysterically.

"Mom! Here's your picture!"

"Yes!" she quickly grabbed her camera and snapped a few questions.

Tristan pouted as he tried to stand up but tripped again on one of the slippery garbage bags. This only caused the girls to laugh harder. He finally managed to become vertical and brushed off his pants.

"It really is Pick on Tristan Day isn't it?"

"Aw honey, that's everyday" Lorelai smiled sweetly as Rory went over and slung her arm over his shoulders and mimicked her mother's smile.

"Let's just go"

"Good idea"

They arrived at Luke's about ten minutes later.

"What happened to that whole Yale thing we planned?" Tristan asked Rory as they sat down at the counter.

"Well mom and I decided it wasn't all that important as long as I could marry rich. She likes to always keep that option open."

"Well I guess I better stick around." He responded leaning in to whisper in her ear. He moved back slightly their lips now extremely close.

"Hey, Rory" Luke interrupted their moment. "Isn't today Yale?"

"Um, yeah, that's the next stop."

"You look so calm. How do you feel?"

"A little nervous, but a last Luke's fix before I go will help."

"Well, today is whatever you want on the house, you too Tristan."

"Wow, I feel important." Rory smiled

"You are important. Where's your mom?"

"She's coming. She's having a wee bit of trouble with your truck."

Luke looked out the window to see Lorelai backing his truck toward the diner.

"What is she doing?"

"Well, she, uh, backed the truck out of our driveway all fine and everything, but once she hit the road, she couldn't get it out of reverse, so she—"

"Backed it here?"

"Slow but steady"

Tristan just sat there laughing.

Luke walked outside to the truck. And Lorelai immediately accosted him.

"Something's wrong with your truck."

"Nothing's wrong with my truck. Stop the truck."

"It won't go out of reverse."

"You can't drive a stick."

"I can't drive an uncooperative stick."

"My stick's not uncooperative. Come on, hit the brakes."

Lorelai stopped the truck and got out. Luke reversed the action and got into the truck.

"Okay, good luck. I don't think it's gonna happen."

Luke drove the truck forward and parked it along the curb with ease.

"This is a misogynistic truck!"

"What?"

"It's anti-woman, it's gender-selective, it's "Oh, let's drink a beer and watch the game and hike our shorts up.""

Luke got out of the truck and they started walking toward the diner.

"I changed my mind, you can't borrow my truck."

"But it's full of our stuff."

"You should've hired movers."

"You could've said no when I asked to borrow the truck."

"You said you could drive a stick."

"Yeah, not the Joe Six-pack of sticks. Not the "Oh, let's scratch our bellies and eat some corn nuts and pick our teeth.""

They enter the diner, where Rory and Tristan are now laughing Luke and Lorelai's banter. They don't realize that's how they sound.

"Really, Luke, I can drive it."

"Okay, fine. Just be careful and have it back by four."

"Four-ish it is."

"Four, I need it at four."

"Give or take a few min—"

"Four."

"God, he's so possessive about the stupid truck."

"It's my truck, I possess it!"

"I'm just kidding. I'll have it back by four, calm down."

"Here you go, Rory." Caesar said, handing Rory a bag interrupting the truck discussion.

"Thanks, Caesar. Since we were short on time, I had them make us something to go. My Yale special."

"Oh, share, share."

"Oh I can hardly stand the anticipation" Tristan piped in

"Sausage wrapped in a pancake tied together with bacon."

\" You made that up?"

"I don't know how I do it."

"That sounds just gross enough to work." Tristan added

"I thought so…Hey! It doesn't sound gross!"

"No honey, it sounds marvelous, I know what I'm have for breakfast tomorrow."

"Without me…"

"Aw now don't think of it that way!"

"How should I think of it?"

"Well I don't know. That while you are gaining water in your fountain of knowledge I am thinking of you eating the Rory's Yale Special."

"I like it!"

"So Tristan, what's your Yale special?"

"French toast topped with relish and sauerkraut."

"Hmm…that sounds like a Wednesday meal."

"I was kidding."

"I wasn't." Rory just shook her head at this dispute and headed out towards the car with Tristan in tow.

"Here" Luke showed Lorelai a piece of paper.

"What's this?"

"A shift diagram for the truck, nice and simple, D is for drive, R is for—"

"The R in drive!"

"R is for reverse."

"Right, reverse."

"And one is—"

"The loneliest number that you'll ever know!"

"The first gear."

"I know, Luke. Really, I can handle it."

"I hope so"

CUT TO YALE UNIVERSITY

Lorelai was standing in a parking space in the street in front of the school. Rory pulled up in her car with Tristan trailing behind.

"Nice score!"

"Thank you. Oh, and later, I'll, uh, point out the seven or so fellow Yalies who already hate you because your obnoxious mother wouldn't let them park in the only open spot left. And sorry Tristan, I could only save one!" she added in his direction with a wink

"Oh, goody. You get the truck here okay?"

"Oh, we had some bickering, but we made it."

Tristan drove up beside her car. "how about I come to your dorm around 5:30 and we'll watch a movie and order pizza or something?"

"Sounds good. See you then, have fun! Good luck!"

A girl with swaying blonde hair walked over to them as Tristan drove off. She seemed very peppy.

"Hello. Name?"

"Oh, hey. I was told it was okay to hold the spot. A guy told me, I forget his name. He had, uh, like, a jacket."

"It's okay. I was just wondering what our newcomer's name is."

"Rory Gilmore."

"Right, Rory Gilmore"

The girl scans down her list. "Rory Gilmore, Rory Gilmore. . . there you are. Welcome to Yale."

"Oh, hold the shake, hold the shake."

"Mom"

"Wait, sorry, lens cap."

"Sorry" Rory apologized to the still unidentified girl.

"They all do this."

"Shake. Got it. Who are you?"

"I'm Tess, I'm Rory's freshman counselor. I'll be living in the building and be there for whatever she needs."

"And you look twenty-one, convenient for beer runs."

"I'll be giving a tour for Durfee girls you should not miss."

"Oh, I know. Tour's at twelve, followed by the optional express lunch twelve to two, which is all followed by the telecommunications orientation and internet ID distribution, parents' reception eleven to one." Rory recited

"You memorized the schedule."

"Yeah, she's not weird or anything, she just has a good memory."

"And I see you brought your own mattress."

"Oh, right. See, the guy. . .name, name, name. I forget his name. Three syllables. Uh, he said it was okay, and he had, like, a mustache." Lorelai rambled.

"It's allowed as long as you make arrangements to dispose of the one that was already there. Did you do that?"

"Yes, we did."

"Yes."

"Good. Get your camera ready." Tess said

"Why?"

"I'm giving Rory her key.

"Thanks for the warning." Lorelai says as she takes the picture.

"See you at the tour."

"Yes, Tess, thank you." Rory says as Tess begins to leave. "So, she's nice."

LORELAI: Yeah. I'm dying to see your room. Come on, grab a bag.

RORY: So, you made arrangements to get rid of the old mattress?

LORELAI: Yes, I did.

RORY: Really?

CUT TO YALE DORM
Lorelai and Rory walk in

RORY: Because it specifically says here that you're supposed to make arrangements to have the old mattress picked up before arrival.

LORELAI: Ooh, very grand.

RORY: So, what time are the mattress guys coming?

LORELAI: Uh, later today sometime.

RORY: So we have to wait in the room for them, or. . .

LORELAI: I think they just let themselves in. Here we are.

RORY: So do the mattress guys have their own key?

LORELAI: All right, I confess, I didn't call the mattress guys.

RORY: Well, what are we gonna do?

LORELAI: We'll find a dumpster.

RORY: Mom, they could trace it back to me.

LORELAI: I'll be long gone by then.

RORY: Mom.

LORELAI: All right, we'll burn it before we dump it. A match, a little gasoline.

RORY: We're here five minutes and we're already contemplating felonies.

Lorelai unlocks Rory's dorm suite and they walk inside

LORELAI: Just like I pictured it.

RORY: Did you see an emergency exit?

LORELAI: A fireplace, too! I wonder if it's woodburning.

RORY: It says here, "Upon arrival, please take note of the emergency exits."

LORELAI: Hey, hey, we could burn the mattress in there, save us a trip.

RORY: Aw, man, a piece of my map ripped off.

LORELAI: Which one's your room?

RORY: I'm missing half of the Old Campus.

LORELAI: R.G. This is it.

RORY: If I have Old Campus activities today, I'm screwed.

they walk into Rory's bedroom

LORELAI: Here it is. Here's where you're going to be thinking all those impressive thoughts. It's just waiting for your decorative stamp. And a little air freshener.

RORY: Where's the phone jack?

LORELAI: I don't know, Jack. Where is the pesky phone?

RORY: Mom.

LORELAI: You're one-note Nancy today.

RORY: Ah, here's a place to get replacement maps. Aw, holy cow, it's in Old Campus!

LORELAI: All right, that's it.

RORY: Hey, what are you doing?

LORELAI: You just missed it.

RORY: Missed what?

LORELAI: Walking into your dorm suite for the first time. Do over.

Lorelai leads Rory back out to the hallway

RORY: What? We're short on time here and we haven't unloaded.

LORELAI: It doesn't matter. You're gonna be in the moment.

RORY: Mom.

LORELAI: You're gonna be in the moment or the rest of the map gets it.

RORY: No. Okay, I'm here, I swear.

LORELAI: You're not placating me?

RORY: I'll try. Really, I'm all here.

LORELAI: Good. Oh, here's your suite.

RORY: Cool.

they walk inside

RORY: Wow.

LORELAI: Huh?

RORY: It is cool. My own space.

LORELAI: Well, yours and P.G.'s and J.B.'s and T.S.'s.

RORY: And a fireplace. Did you see the fireplace?

LORELAI: Was this do over justified or what?

they walk into Rory's bedroom

RORY: You mentioned thoughts in here?

LORELAI: Mm, all the great ones you're gonna have.

RORY: And air freshener?

LORELAI: That, too.

RORY: Thanks for putting me in the moment.

LORELAI: My pleasure.

RORY: It's something I would have not wanted to miss.

LORELAI: Good. And thank you.

RORY: For what?

LORELAI: For pretending that you're not at this moment thinking about missing your tour, finding your phone jack, navigating the Old Campus.

RORY: It's my gift to you.

LORELAI: Let's go unload and get you a new map.

RORY: Bless you.

later

Rory walks into her suite.

LORELAI: So. . .this is it.

RORY: This is it.

LORELAI: Learn a lot of stuff.

RORY: I'll try.

LORELAI: And, uh, you know, keep in touch.

RORY: Well, we'll at least exchange Christmas cards.

LORELAI: With a letter detailing what's happened over the year.

RORY: And a current photo.

LORELAI: Don't joke!

RORY: You started it.

LORELAI: I was masking my pain.

RORY: You'll see plenty of me.

LORELAI: It's not enough.

RORY: How about tons?

LORELAI: That's better. I love you, did you know that?

RORY: I always suspected it.

as they hug, someone bumps into them with a box

LORELAI: Oh, excuse me. A little fridge.

RORY: It's cute.

LORELAI: I want one.

RORY: Well, go get yourself one.

LORELAI: For you, I want one for you.

RORY: I don't need one.

LORELAI: For sodas and stuff when things are closed. Late night cram sessions.

RORY: I guess it would come in handy.

LORELAI: Oh, let's see what these people have going on. peeks into a room

RORY: Mom.

LORELAI: A rug! A rug for your room to make it cozy. And a vase of flowers.

RORY: Well, the flowers will just die.

LORELAI: They have a vase of the most beautiful fake flowers I've ever seen. Trash cans!

RORY: Oh, you're right.

LORELAI: And a fan. I have been remiss.

RORY: No, you haven't.

LORELAI: I have got another trip to make today.

RORY: No, Mom, you've done enough today.

LORELAI: I want you fully outfitted and settled for your first night or I won't sleep.

RORY: We can get it all later.

LORELAI: No, no. Now go unpack the skimpy amount of stuff I've gotten you so far and I'll be back in a couple of hours. Copper boom.

RORY: What?

LORELAI: It's what you said to me this morning when you were trying to speed me up.

RORY: But you missed a bunch of stuff in between.

LORELAI: I think it's catchy. Go, go, unpack.

RORY: Copper boom!

LORELAI: Copper boom!

They walk off in separate directions. Lorelai passes a guy carrying a container of stuff and she looks in it to see what he brought.

RORY: Mom!

LORELAI: Copper boom!

LUKES:

LORELAI: So, did you check the clock? It's not yet four.

LUKE: Rory safe and sound?

LORELAI: Safe and sound.

LUKE: And the truck?

LORELAI: Well. . .

LUKE: You wrecked it.

LORELAI: It's not wrecked.

LUKE: I don't see it.

LORELAI: It's around the corner.

LUKE: You wrecked it.

LORELAI: No, but I need to use it awhile longer.

LUKE: Because you wrecked it and it's in the shop.

LORELAI: You really can't afford to alienate your chief character witness.

they walk outside to the truck

LUKE: It's full of stuff.

LORELAI: I know.

LUKE: Why didn't you unload it?

LORELAI: I did, this is my second load.

LUKE: You didn't say anything about a second load.

LORELAI: I didn't know I had to have one 'til I realized what a piker of a mother I'd been compared to the other kids' moms.

LUKE: It's still running.

LORELAI: Yeah, well, turns out that ignition key is just as misogynistic as that stick shift of yours.

LUKE: You just have to jiggle it a little.

LORELAI: You didn't mention any jiggling.

LUKE: It's common sense.

LORELAI: Oh, that.

LUKE: Wait, why is the mattress still there?

LORELAI: Oh, that's not the mattress, that's a mattress.

LUKE: What?

LORELAI: Rory has the new mattress. That's the Yale-supplied mattress that has microbes in it that date back to Henry Box Brown.

LUKE: Well, what are you gonna do with it?

LORELAI: Well, I was thinking maybe you could store it for me.

LUKE: Uh, no.

LORELAI: Come on.

LUKE: No.

LORELAI: Well, I can't take it back to Yale.

LUKE: I'm not storing your microbe mattress, forget it.

LORELAI: Well, then I'm stuck here.

LUKE: Fine, because I need my truck back.

LORELAI: Fine, but that leaves you with the mattress.

LUKE: I'm not taking the mattress.

LORELAI: Then let me take the truck.

LUKE: But that means you take the mattress.

LORELAI: I can't take the mattress.

LUKE: Then you can't have the truck.

LORELAI: But that sticks you with the mattress.

LUKE: If you take the truck, it comes with the mattress.

LORELAI: I can't take the mattress.

LUKE: Then you can't have the truck.

LORELAI: And that sticks you with the mattress.

LUKE: We've been here before.

LORELAI: I recognize that tree.

CUT TO FRONT OF YALE

Luke and Lorelai pull up in Luke's truck

LORELAI: Luke, this was so nice of you, giving me a hand like this. It was above and beyond the call of duty.

LUKE: Don't start this again.

LORELAI: I'm not starting anything.

LUKE: Good.

LORELAI: I mean, if you just had stored the mattress. . .

LUKE: That's where we're not starting.

LORELAI: What? It was your choice to come along.

LUKE: I wanted the safe return of my truck without the mattress guaranteed. This was the only way.

LORELAI: You know, I miss our friendship. We used to be so close. The summers at the lake. . .

LUKE: Let's just move along here, okay?

Tess walks over to them

TESS: Hi, there.

LUKE: Hello.

TESS: Is that your mattress?

LUKE: Well, uh, yeah.

TESS: Hm. Tag has a Yale stamp.

LUKE: Oh, well, when I said it was mine, it's not mine. It belongs in the dorm. We were just driving it around New Haven for awhile.

TESS: Uh huh.

LUKE: To air it out.

TESS: Oh, okay.

LUKE: We're gonna take it right back in.

TESS: Great. walks away

LUKE: Thanks for jumping in.

LORELAI: You seemed to have a handle on it.

LUKE: What do we do now?

LORELAI: Unload. walks away

LUKE: With the mattress. What do we do with the mattress?

CUT TO YALE DORM
Rory greets Lorelai at the door to her suite

LORELAI: Hi.

RORY: Saw you coming.

LORELAI: What's up?

RORY: You just have to see it.

they walk inside

LORELAI: No.

RORY: Yes.

LORELAI: Paris?

RORY: And Terrence, her life coach.

LORELAI: Like on Oprah?

RORY: Yes.

LORELAI: No.

RORY: Yes. They're setting up her crafts' corner.

LORELAI: No.

RORY: Yes.

PARIS: Lorelai!

LORELAI: Hi, Paris. It's so good to see you.

PARIS: Same here. Terrence, this is Lorelai.

LORELAI: Hi, Terrence.

TERRENCE: Nice to meet you finally.

LORELAI: Finally?

PARIS: You and I have a bit of a journey left to finish as well.

LORELAI: I'll clear my schedule.

PARIS: I was just setting up my craft corner. Some mosaic tiles, some colored beads. Still kind of kids' stuff, but Terrence showed me how working with my hands could help with my nerves.

Luke comes to the door

LUKE: This the place?

LORELAI: This is the place.

Luke starts pulling the mattress into the room

LORELAI: Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa. Oh, hold it a minute! You can't bring that thing in here.

LUKE: Well, I'm not taking it back out. Hi, Rory.

RORY: Hi, Luke.

LORELAI: No, we're unloading bags and boxes first.

LUKE: Look, that Tess already had her antennae up about the mattress and she wouldn't stop watching me, so I had to do something.

LORELAI: Well, wait until she's gone and then bring it back out.

LUKE: It's heavy. The only way I got it into the building is with help from Chip - his real name, believe it or not. Now I have to go help him unload his stuff because that was the deal.

LORELAI: No, you don't. Blow him off. He's probably busy taping his Carmen Electra poster up on the ceiling above his bed.

LUKE: The mattress stays. Now if you'll excuse me, Chip is waiting. leaves

PARIS: Oh no! My glue gun leaked on my macaroni!

TERRENCE: Compartmentalize. . . and breathe.

RORY: Let's get this thing out of the hallway.

LORELAI: Hey, uh, I got a crisp Benjamin Franklin for anyone willing to disappear a mattress, no questions asked.

RORY: Start pushing.

LORELAI: Anyone? Two Benjamins? Hold on.

CUT TO DORM HALLWAY
Lorelai and Rory walk out of the suite toward the exit doors

LORELAI: Anything else you need, you'll write it down, okay?

RORY: I've got more than I need. Stuff I don't need.

LORELAI: It's all necessary stuff.

RORY: The disco ball?

LORELAI: You cannot host your much-anticipated Salute to Barry White Night without a disco ball.

RORY: I forgot I was anticipating that. Where's Luke?

LORELAI: He's already out at the truck. So, this is it.

RORY: This is really it.

LORELAI: Learn a lot of stuff.

RORY: I'll try.

LORELAI: You'll be a frequent visitor?

RORY: I'll be a frequent visitor.

LORELAI: You can use the washer and the dryer.

RORY: I don't need any inducement.

LORELAI: Good.

RORY: But don't you get rid of that washer and dryer.

LORELAI: I won't. Ciao, baby.

RORY: Bye, Mom.

Lorelai leaves. Rory walks back into her room and sits on her bed
CUT TO LORELAI'S HOUSE
Lorelai walks into the empty house. She stands in the living room and looks around.

AN: Please review! (ideas very welcome also) and I'll try to be better!