Christopher took the box from Lorelai's hand. "See, I wasn't making it all up." He guided her over to his bed and they sat down.

Lorelai was still stunned after reading Chris' letter. Nevertheless, her mind wondered back to Luke. She immediately regained focus. "Chris, this is all so sweet, but I have a boyfriend."

Chris' smile quickly vanished. "You have a boyfriend?"

"Yeah." Lorelai softly answered.

A pause. "So, do you love him?" Chris asked.

"Yes." Lorelai replied. "Very much."

"Oh." Chris stood from his bed and walked over to the window. "How long have you been together?"

"Seven months." she answered. "Why do you ask?"

"Just wondering how long I've been a fool." Chris replied. "I guess I'm still not ready to handle all the embarrassment." he lowered his head.

"Don't." Lorelai said, as she stood from the bed and walked near him. "Don't be embarrassed. Those are beautiful letters. I can't believe I inspired you to write them. We can still be friends." Lorelai smiled.

Chris gazed up into her crystal blue eyes. "If only I was seven months braver." he exhaled. "Come on, I'll take you back to the party."

Chris opened his door and held it for Lorelai. She walked passed him and he could smell her sweet perfume. Lorelai felt so guilty for some reason. It was almost like she was supposed to have been waiting for Chris, just as he had been waiting for her. It was so astounding to think that someone, who was practically a stranger to her, held such strong emotion for her. In some way, she felt as if she had let Chris down. He had pictured her to be such an incredible person and she didn't feel as if she had lived up the standards he had set. When they finally came back downstairs, Lorelai's mother took her by the hand.

"Lorelai, this is not what I meant by thanking Christopher." Emily spoke in her ear.

"What?" Lorelai asked in return. Oh, no. Emily thought that she had been messing around with Christopher. "Mom... No." Lorelai objected. "I didn't..."

"Mrs. Gilmore." Chris interjected. "It's my fault ma'am. I bugged her to go upstairs with me. She reluctantly gave in. I just wanted to show her my father's new safe. He had it imported from France. We're all a little too proud of it." Chris smiled. "I'm very sorry."

Emily paused for a minute and considered whether or not to believe this young man. She exhaled deeply. "Next time, I suggest you find a more appropriate way to spend time with Lorelai. "

"Yes, ma'am." Chris replied.

"You can start by coming to our house for diner, this Tuesday." Emily added.

Lorelai and Chris shared the same look of shock, yet both were for different reasons. "Mom, Chris may have plans for Tuesday."

"Do you, Christopher?" Emily asked.

"Uh... No, ma'am." Chris returned.

"Splendid. Dinner is at 7:00. Come along, Lorelai. We're leaving now." Emily walked ahead as Lorelai held back for a moment to speak with Chris.

"You couldn't have said you had something planned?" She asked, with her arms folded neatly across her chest.

"I don't have anything planned." He replied.

"You could have lied." Lorelai spoke in a tone that proved she was not happy with the Tuesday dinner plans.

"I could have." Chris agreed. "Lying doesn't make a very honest man, however." he added. "Besides, we're going to be friends. You said so." He smiled. "I'll see you, Tuesday."

"You just lied to my mother about a French safe." Lorelai shot back.

"It's a lovely safe." Chris replied. "I'll have to show it to you sometime."

As Chris turned and walked away, Lorelai's feelings towards him rapidly changed. Instead of feeling as if she had let him down, she now felt manipulated by him. He had a sort of creepiness about him that lingered way after his presence had left the room. Perhaps, she had misjudged him. She was certainly feeling a little uneasy about seeing him again.

"Lorelai." Emily broke Lorelai from her daze. "Do you plan to stand in this spot all night?"

Lorelai took a deep breath, and followed her mother out to the car where Richard as waiting. "Why did you do that?" Lorelai asked as she slammed the backseat door.

"Do what?" Emily innocently asked.

"Invite Christopher for dinner." Lorelai replied repulsed. "Why do you insist on making my life miserable and complicated?"

"Oh, Lorelai, don't be so dramatic." Emily brushed off.

"Mom, I have a boyfriend. We've been dating for over half a year; I'm notjust going to throw that all away for some Casanova who has been in love with me for four years and decides he's finally brave enough to show me his letters."

"Christopher said he's been in love with you for four years?" Richard asked.

Suddenly, Lorelai had an idea. Appall her father by the idea of some psycho being in love with his sixteen year old daughter. "Yes!" Lorelai replied. "And he had a box of love letters that he wrote to me throughout the years and never sent." Lorelai paused. "He's obviously mentally ill." Lorelai concluded as she leaned back in her seat.

"Oh, now, Lorelai don't be so hard the lad. He's probably never been in love before." Richard replied.

Lorelai's mouth dropped. How did Richard not burst with anger and protectiveness for his little girl? "Dad, he had love letters." Lorelai repeated. "That he never sent out. He gives me the creeps, I don't think it's a good idea to be inviting him to our house."

"When did you see love letters, Lorelai?" Emily interjected.

"Huh?" Lorelai asked not realizing what she was getting herself into.

"You said he had love letters. When did you see them?"

You had to hand it to Emily Gilmore, she was a conniving little devil. "Upstairs, mom." Lorelai finally answered.

"Were these letters in the French safe that Christopher is so proud of?" Emily continued.

Lorelai bit her lip. "No."

"Well, then, where were they?" Emily folded her hands in her lap and turned her head around to view Lorelai sitting in the back seat.

"They were in a shoe box under his bed." Lorelai replied.

"You went into his room?" Richard asked, his tone becoming more fatherly.

"Oh, now you get upset?" Lorelai shot back.

"Lorelai, you do not go into a young fellow's bedroom. That is highly inappropriate."

"He lead me up there! Be angry with him." She declared. "I didn't even want to come to this party. I could careless if I had ever met Christopher Hayden." Lorelai was infuriated. How could they dare turn this around on her? She didn't do anything. She didn't deserve any type of ridicule from them. Never had she been so angry in all her life.

"We'll talk about this tomorrow, Lorelai." Emily responded. They pulled into the Gilmore drive way. Emily and Lorelai stepped out of the car, while Richard parked it in the garage. "Go directly to bed." Emily ordered. "I'll speak with you in the morning."