Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Gilmore Girls, actors, characters, plots, etc, that would be the wonderful people at WB. Although if I did, I'm pretty sure they'd be some big changes coughChadcough. Anyway if you do feel inclined to sue me, some people have strange urges and we must accept them for who they are, I'm currently flat broke so all you will get is a used textbook, on organic chemistry.
AN: I won't write much here since I don't think many people read this and I already have some long review responses.
RavensWritingProphecies: Haha! I guess it worked, I wanted draw conflicted emotions from you about Ivory. I don't know if she will cheat, maybe, maybe not… And I'm not revealing anything I haven't said already by confirming that this is indeed a Trory.
GGluvr1987: Thanks! I've met a girl who is really like Ivory, ie model/smart/really nice, and you want to not like for being good at everything, but she's just too nice!
Rockrose: Oh dear, I suppose it was meant to be sad, it's becoming a bit of a theme with me. Sorry. I'll try to make things happier, sooner.
Bethany Inc: I'm sorry to disappoint you. Maybe I'll think up a flaw in Ivory just for you. Thanks for reading.
Rish: Oh come on, we can be happy if Tristan's with another girl, right? Who I kidding, of course we can't! We love trories… Thanks for reading and don't worry, there is a happy ending for Rory.
LoVe23: I think Paris is a great character in the show, so much potential. Thanks you for taking the time to read and review.
Red Dots are Awesome: There really is no way to answer your question without giving too much away so I'll just say this will end up a Trory… cryptic, cryptic! Thanks for reading.
Finnlover: I'm glad you liked those bits, sometimes I worry if anybody actually cares about the filler bits in my stories. I could add Jake, you never know, maybe he's the father! Oh no, I've just opened up another can of worms! And Rory won't go through the pregnancy alone.
Missouragirl: Hello! Some of my favourite people are starved, half-crazy women, so you're in good company. And even if I do update soon, most say I'm crazy anyway, or weird, random, on-a-whole-different-planet… nasty-Logan, huh? That sound's oddly wrong! Just kidding… I'm weird and proud of it, and I'm repeating myself. And don't fear, as I've told many people, this is a trory and since I've almost finished it, it's all going to be just fine. Thanks for reading my story!
Anon: Thank you for letting me know about the shopping centre. Don't worry about the street names, this is fictional GG-land, so anything's possible.
Photoboothromance: Ouch! I guess I have to award you the flamethrower from the biggest flame competition. I'm not going to pretend that I wasn't taken aback by your review, but all me to respond:
Du Gray v Dugrey: I write Du Gray in all my stories. I've trawled the official GG sites and haven't found any particular spellings of Tristan's surname. If you do know of an official site that has alternative spelling, let me know, I'd appreciate it.
Corner of his eyes/eye: I guess you mustn't have read my AN at the top of Chapter 13. In it I explained that due to excessive celebrating of Australia Day, some things in that chapter may not have made sense. Once I've finished all the chapters, I will be going back and correcting all those little things, but not immediately.
Comma overload: I reread the chapter and I don't think there are too many commas.
Picking a guy: Some of that will be explained in this chapter.
'Asian-looking guy': Not meant to be derogatory, it's just a description. Some people look Asian, but aren't, whilst others are Asian, but don't look it. I could have said something like 'an Indian guy opened the door', but he might not be Indian, he could be Sri Lankan or from Bangladesh or he could be a third generation American who has never been to India, but because of genetics, he looks Indian. Countries like Australia, the UK, Canada, New Zealand, America and others are considered multicultural and people living in them cannot be defined as being what they look like. And for the record, I am Asian too, but I'm also Canadian and Australian.
Ivory: I'm not really sure how I could have made Ivory more 'dimensional' in just one chapter. The point of Ivory is you want to hate her for being Tristan's smart, beautiful girlfriend, but you can't because she's a genuinely nice person.
Updating: I update when I've written a new chapter and that depends on how much spare time I've got.
Now I have to go lick my wounds…
Fallen Heart: Oh, Swedish people are so cool! I'm so glad to meet you. Oh and I have permission to mock you, thanks sweetie, now say 'Hello, I'm from Sweden'… okay that's just plain mean, really sorry about that, bad teabean! It's like asking New Zealanders to say 'six', okay that's funny. Oh for goodness, would I just shut up already!. I apologise very sincerely for my behaviour, they forgot to give me my meds…
Mamashirl: Thank you for reading and reviewing. Rest assured that this will end in Trory-happiness since of course it is a Trogan with a Trory ending, so soon all will be right in Trory-World. Yeah!
Yourlastkiss: And it can only get worse before it gets better… ohh, sounds ominous! Don't worry, better will be really better… it's not you, it's me and it will make sense.
FairyGirl07: Hey, Kelli, thank you for reading! I read on your profile page that you're homeschooled, that's really cool, but I bet you get that a lot. My high school was a bit different and still, three years after I finished, people ask me (sometimes really silly) questions about it. Will you be going to a regular school to finish high school or not?
Blazergrl17: Another first-timer, or whatever you call people who have just started reading your story. I try to update regularly, but sometimes it's hard to get the chapter out the way I want it to be.
The chapter is for Bekkaz, broadway89, captainhenrymorgan30, Danger1Zone1988, forever cynical, Gilmore1987, Isis Thorne, JavaJunkieAddict, lissdubie, Lotion, Red Dots are Awesome, rish, SillyMooCow15, whyshouldicare1, Yo-yo and yourlastkiss for sticking this in their favourites…
Chapter 14Crossing the lawn, she savoured the scent of fresh cut grass, she loved how new and clean it felt. It was a new day and despite her weekend and her worries, she felt good. For just today, she was going to think of nothing but her studies. She would revel in heated class discussions on politics and philosophy lectures that left you exhausted, but so much more knowledgeable.
Veering quickly between buildings, dodging her fellow students, like human pinball, she made her way to her favourite café on the campus. The girl behind the counter smiled in recognition as she passed by on her way to her usual table. She took her seat in a hidden corner of the café, here she could read a book and nibble a Danish in peace. The café was not the most popular on campus so it was generally pretty quiet. Usually the same people frequented it, most wanting to be left alone sipping the lattes. Today she pulled out notes from a lecture she had earlier that day, wanting to review them.
"Hey, Rory," the waitress greeted her, approaching the table, "What can I get you?"
"Can I get a hot chocolate and blueberry muffin, please?" Rory replied, with a smile.
"Sure thing," she responded, writing the order down on her notepad, she left Rory in peace.
A few moments later, the waitress placed her order on the table, Rory absently thanked her, lost in her reviewing.
Halfway through an sample essay provided by her lecturer, a giggle penetrated her mind, interrupting a thought midway through. Annoyed Rory looked up. Her concentration broken, the sounds seemed to grow louder. Two girls, joked and laughed at a table ahead of her. Other patrons of the café glanced up, shooting glares in the direction of the two girls. Rory tried to ignore their annoying, jarring giggles, focusing back on her notes and she did briefly before her attention was once more taken by the two girls.
"He didn't?" one of the two girls gasped, her strawberry blonde curls bounced as she shook her head incredulously.
"Oh he did," the other girl responded, she had straight black hair and tanned skin, the kind the most women baked the bodies in the sun for, only to look like lobsters.
"So you'll see him again?"
"Uh huh," she smiled slyly.
"When!"
"Today."
"Seriously?"
"I'm meeting him here in like twenty minutes."
"Oh, I'm so hanging around. Any guy who can do that, I gotta meet."
"But he's mine."
"Of course!"
"He's so hot."
"Yeah? Rich?"
"You have no idea."
"And he doesn't have a girlfriend?" the first girl asked, incredulous.
"Hey, I'm not complaining."
"Yeah, it's just from everything you've told me, it seems impossible that a guy like that not having a girlfriend. Hey, you could be his girlfriend."
"Don't jinx it!"
"Oh, I'm just saying. He could be your first college boyfriend."
"And you've had how many already?"
"I'm just special."
"That you are! I mean we're still freshmen and you've had more boyfriends than assignments!"
"Oh honey, please don't say the 'a' word."
"Fine, tell about last night?"
"Nothing happened," the strawberry blonde sighed, disappointed.
"What? I thought when you out last night, to a party with heaps of rich, single guys?"
"Oh I did and it was great. Met a guy, rich, single, hot and I was so sure that he was going to invite me back to his suite, but then he turns around and says he's not looking."
"The bastard, leading you on and leaving you hanging. What's his name? I'll sic my brother on him."
"Logan Huntzberger."
Rory choked on nothing, attracting the attention of the girls, who sent her dirty looks for eavesdropping on their private, yet very loud conversation. The two girls continued their conversation in hushed tones so she wouldn't hear them. Not that it mattered, Rory's heart was pounding so hard she could hear her own pulse. So much for not thinking about any of her problems.
After returning from the disastrous trip to Stanford, all she seemed capable of doing was thinking of Logan and Tristan. She was beyond torn as to what to do. She couldn't go through all of this alone. She needed someone, specifically the father of the child to support her. Both Logan and Tristan had made their intentions clear to her. On one hand, Logan would be there for her, but not for the baby. Whilst Tristan wouldn't be there for her, not unless he knew he was the father.
Logan wanted her to have an abortion. Abortion. Such a powerful would that drew passionate and divisive reactions from all manner of people. Rory had thought about abortion in the past, she had debated the issue at school. She knew the facts, she knew the stories. She had never been particularly religious so in theory it could be an option, but she had never considered that she herself would be in a situation that it is an option. Rory, thanks to her mother's strong belief in a women's rights, believed that women had a right to choose, but at what cost? She sighed heavily, this was worse than a three hour exam on whether Shakespeare was sexist.
She looked up, her eyes meeting those of the waitress' and as if by telepathy, the waitress brought over another hot chocolate.
"On the house," she told Rory, "You look like you need the fix."
"Thanks," Rory replied weakly, grateful someone had noticed her.
When she was alone again, she turned her thoughts to Tristan. He didn't want to leave Ivory and though she didn't want to, she understood. She remembered her own negative reaction to him when they were at Chilton, she pretty much despised his cocky attitude and the way he seemed permanently driven by lust. And Ivory was beautiful, smart and generous, what guy wouldn't to be with her. She could understand that if she was in Tristan's position, she would think twice about possible ruining a relationship with someone like Ivory.
Rory wished she could simply toss a coin and pick one guy. She wanted to stop the constant weigh up of Logan against Tristan. She wanted to be happy again. But it wasn't that simple. What if, like Tristan had said, she picked him as the father and after the baby is born, they found out Logan was actually the father? What if, after all of that, Logan decided he was ready to be a father? It wasn't fair to Tristan.
She closed her eyes, taking in the scent of the coffee, chocolate and pastry. Breathing slowly, she calmed herself, before opening her eyes and pulling out a fresh piece of paper. She did something that was once the only way she could make a decision, she made a pro/con list.
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AN: Believe it or not, I tried updating this last Friday, but Fanfiction wouldn't let me!