Disclaimer: I don't Gilmore Girls, sadly :(
Okay guys, here's the second chapter for this story. I wanted to thank everyone who reviewed you guys are awesome. Um some people hinted at the dramatic parts to the chapter and I apologize for that but it's my inner soap opera inside! She likes to come out of hiding every once in a while...
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He'd Be A Fool Not To…
Chapter Two: The Morning After

The street was quiet, deserted. Lights had been turned off long before. Shops had closed for the night. Everyone was in bed, sleeping. Everyone except two overly hyper, highly caffeinated Gilmore girls.

The mother and daughter had stocked up on candy. They had everything under the rainbow, from pink peppermints to lemon gumdrops, sour skittles to tootsie rolls. They had marshmallows and cotton candy and ice cream and still more. They had rented by far their favourite movie, Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, along with Reality Bites and Miss Congeniality because they're romances. But even then one thing was missing…Coffee! The girls had stopped at Luke's, the local diner, and had stocked up. The two had watched one movie and were halfway through the second one.

"I still can't believe you made out with him!"

"Hey I clearly remember you telling me to follow my heart!" The younger Gilmore exclaimed.

"Yeah but was your heart clearly telling you to make out with him!" Lorelai Gilmore asked as she reached over to grab a handful of Ringolo's. "And to do it all over again onstage!"

"Hey! We're Romeo and Juliet we had to kiss!"

"Yes, mini me, but you were supposed to be dead! And I'm pretty sure dead people don't stick their tongues down people's throats!"

"That's not fair! You know I already got a lecture from Paris about that!" Rory accused her mother, waving a pointed finger at her. "Plus in my defense…I couldn't control myself!"

Lorelai regarded her daughter. She was so grown up now, and experiencing love for the first time. With Dean Lorelai had known from the start that it wouldn't last. What girl ends up staying with her first boyfriend for the rest of her life? Not many!

Dean had been the perfect first boyfriend though. He was sweet, nice; he treated her right, with respect and truly cared about her. The thing was there was no spark between the two of them, no tingles, and no bats in the stomach; because Rory hadn't loved him.

She smiled a genuine smile as she watched Rory. She had the biggest smile on her face; it was that goofy, happy one. And when she turned to face her, Lorelai saw that her blue eyes seemed to sparkle and shine with happiness and laughter. Lorelai couldn't remember a time when her daughter had been this happy. And that made her happy!

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The sun was beating down on the two forms lying on the couch. One was fast asleep, the other could feel the sun, and it was shining on her face, waking her up from her peaceful sleep. Grumbling she tried to escape the light but couldn't. With a sigh she rolled over, and found herself on the floor of her living room. Lorelai picked herself up of the ground and shuffled towards the kitchen. Lifting her hand she tried to massage the crick out of her neck.

"The diabolic torture device; the comfy chair!" She muttered to herself.

Going straight to the coffee pot she started to prepare some. Still half asleep she sat herself down at the kitchen table, cradling her head with her hands. She just happened to glance at the clock when she moved her head, and noticed that it was 6:35 AM. She let out a very unbecoming snort before letting her head hit the table.

She stayed in the same position until the coffee maker signaled it was done. Like a kid on Christmas she shot out of her seat and ran over to the pot. She grabbed her favourite mug and poured the heavenly beverage. She didn't even wait a few seconds for it to cool. Lorelai put the mug to her lips and tipped it, letting the liquid pour down her throat. After getting her first drink of coffee she felt a lot more awake, so she trudged back into the living room. Rory was still fast asleep on the couch, curled up into the fetal position almost. Lorelai made her way over to the window; she looked out and to her surprise and complete horror there were people outside!

"What!" she gasped, horrified that people actually got up this early by choice.

Quickly she went to the front door, slipped on her sandals and opened the door. She only had on a very small tank top and matching shorts, so the early morning breeze cooled her skin. Still nursing her cup of coffee, she reached behind her and pulled the door closed and started down the street.

"Hey sweetie, don't you think it might be a little cold for that outfit?" Babette asked in her normal raspy voice.

Lorelai looked over at her neighbour; she honestly hadn't really noticed the temperature that much. "Winds a little bad but as long as we're still in Kansas I think I'll be fine!" she joked, thinking it was weird to be her regular sarcastic self this early in the morning.

"Well then darling, more power to ya!" Babette told her encouragingly before waving and crossing the street to talk with Patty.

Lorelai kept on walking, waving and exchanging words with some townsfolk until she reached Luke's. Walking into the diner sudden warmth came over her and she sighed with contentment as she sat herself at one of the stools, facing the counter.

"Luke! Coffee!" she whined, draining her cup and setting it on the counter.

Luke slowly came out of the kitchen with a very confused expression. He looked at Lorelai and then he looked over at the watch on his wrist. He walked towards her, leaning his elbows on the counter and looking at her some more making her very uncomfortable but a little amused.

"So Luke has all the plaid finally driven you insane?" she asked cocking her head to the side.

He seemed to come out of his state of disbelief and stood straight once more. "No," he told her sharply. "Lorelai what are you doing here?"

"I'm here to get some coffee!" she announced trying to sound innocent.

"Yeah but it's seven in the morning on a Saturday. I've never seen you this early on a Saturday," he tried to explain, and kept poking at the watch on his wrist.

"Well I thought today would be a great day to start something new," she tried to sound enthusiastic about her idea but it really wasn't working for her.

"What really happened?" he asked, coming off impatient but inwardly smiling at Lorelai.

She groaned, "I fell asleep on the couch last night and when I woke up I had the most annoying crick in my neck so naturally I thought that coffee would make it better," she peered over his shoulder at the coffee steadily brewing, "which brings me to my order," she picked up a menu and pretended to leaf through the pages. "Coffee please," she announced throwing the menu aside.

Luke rolled his eyes at her antics before picking up the menu and giving it to a customer who had just walked in. "Lorelai you had a cup of coffee when you came in here," he told her.

She gasped, "I most certainly did not!"

He raised his eyebrows before pointing his finger at the mug resting by her elbow. "Then how do you explain that?"

She opened her mouth a couple times before finally coming up with what she thought would be a great excuse. "Well it's obviously one of your mug's Luke."

He picked up the mug, dangling it from the handle. "Lorelai this mug is not mine," he exclaimed pointing to the bolded words written on the front. 'Coffee: I promise I'll never stop loving you!'

Giggling like a crazy person she took her mug back. "Okay so maybe this is mine but it's empty now so you should refill it," she managed to get out.

Sighing, Luke poured some coffee into her mug and watched as she practically inhaled it. He rolled his eyes muttering something about how she was going to die young and then walked off to serve other patrons.

Lorelai sat at the counter contently sipping her coffee and picking at the Danish Luke had given her for a while. She gave him an odd look when he sat down next to her at the counter but that quickly turned into a smile when he refilled her mug.

"So where's Rory today?" Luke asked casually.

"She's still sleeping, on the couch. Awe she's gonna have an even worse crick in her neck when she wakes up!" Lorelai told him feeling sorry for her daughter.

"So I'm guessing you guys had another movie night last night?" Luke asked her, sliding of the stool and walking around to the other side of the counter.

Lorelai smiled softly remembering the night before and how happy her daughter had been. "Yeah but it was more of a girls night."

"Girls night?" he questioned her.

"Yeah, Rory and I just spent the whole night talking about the play and…" she trailed off her eyes growing wide as she looked over at Luke. "Oh my God! You weren't there last night! You don't know what happened?"

"It was a Shakespeare play at Chilton, what could have happened?"

"Well not only did I get to see Lanes boyfriend in tights but…" she let that image sink in and smiled even more when he grimaced, "Rory made out with a guy in the middle of the hallway!" she said the last part quietly, not wanting the gossip mill to pick it up.

Luke's eyes bulged and his mouth dropped open for a minute. "Wow!"

"I know. I was very proud of her!" Lorelai told him, still smiling.

Luke shook out of his stupor and regarded Lorelai as if she had three heads. "Wait a minute, you're happy about this?"

"Yeah…" she looked at him suspiciously, "why wouldn't I be?"

"Well it could be the fact that your 16 year old daughter is running around making out with random guys!" Luke told her sternly his voice rising.

Lorelai narrowed her eyes a bit, "Luke this guy wasn't random. He wasn't some Joe she picked up off the street."

"Well then who was he?" he asked her calming down a bit. He hated getting wound up like that but he thought of Rory as his own daughter and he didn't want to see her get hurt.

Lorelai started to smile once again but she stopped halfway through, her eyes filling with over protectiveness. "Oh my God!"

"What?" Luke asked confused.

"She can't date this guy; she can't just go around making out with him. That's not Rory! I never saw her make out with Dean!" Lorelai was starting to panic. The cool best friend role she had been in the night before vanishing.

"Okay what's with the sudden change of attitude?"

"He was raised in Hartford, he's been going to Chilton since he could walk," she tried to explain to him the badness of the situation. "He has money, he has looks, he has girls…and now he has Rory."

"What do you mean he has girls?" Luke asked.

Lorelai looked up at him her eyes were filled with sadness. "He's a playboy. He rules the school…" and then her eyes filled with horror, "he's Christopher."

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Lorelai flung the door open and made her way into the living room where Rory was still asleep on the couch. She knelt down in front of her daughter, her own face softening at the peaceful expression on Rory's face. She stood back up and started to widely pace in front of the couch.

"Mom?"

Lorelai froze, her back facing Rory and her hands beside her face almost in a surrendering position. She scrunched her eyebrows together and closed her eyes, slowly turning around and peeking at the couch. Rory was sitting up, hugging a pillow to her chest. She was staring at Lorelai with an amused look.

"Hey sleepyhead…" Lorelai trailed off. She wasn't looking at her daughter; her eyes were focusing on the wall behind Rory's head.

"Mom its 8 o'clock in the morning," Rory told her mother.

Lorelai laughed fakely, trying not to let her daughter see what she was thinking. She felt horribly guilty and knew she would have to get out of the house before she blurted out her thoughts. "Well look at that it is 8 o'clock…"

Rory decided not to question her mother about her weird behavior, because, well this was Lorelai and she kind of expected this kind of stuff from her mother. She nodded her head at her mother before picking herself up off the couch and trudging towards her bedroom. "Just let me know when you're ready to go…" she called over her shoulder as she disappeared into room.

Lorelai's thoughts stopped for a minute as she tried to process what her daughter just said. She came up with nothing so she quickly walked to Rory's bedroom and leaned against the doorframe. "Go where?"

Rory picked out an outfit from her drawers and grabbed her bathrobe off the floor. She stood next to her mother and placed a hand on her shoulder, "To the insane asylum silly," she whispered to her mother before scampering off to the bathroom.

Lorelai watched her daughter head into the bathroom and when she heard the door lock she went into the living room and picked up the phone –which was for once was in its cradle. She dialed for reinforcements.

"Hello," a perky voice said from the other line.

"Hey Sookie, its Lorelai," she told her friend, glancing towards the bathroom.

"Hey Lorelai, what's up?" Sookie asked her friend, taping at the watch on her wrist.

Lorelai exhaled noisily, "I need to talk to you about something. I was wondering if we could meet at the Inn in like a half an hour."

Immediately Sookie became worried and started firing off questions but Lorelai reassured her that nothing was wrong she just needed some advice. "Okay I'll be there," she said.

"Thanks Sookie," the two said their goodbye's before they both hung-up.

Lorelai placed the phone back down just in time to hear the shower turn off. She quickly ran upstairs and changed into more work appropriate clothes and causally walked downstairs. Rory was sitting on the couch drying her hair with a towel.

"Hey, sorry about this but I'm going to have to make an appearance at the Inn today," she still wasn't looking at Rory but at the towel hanging around her shoulders.

"That's okay, I think I'm just gonna stay here, read," Rory told her mother distractedly. She was secretly happy that her mom wouldn't be here because she really wanted the house to herself right now. She had a lot to think about and her mom would be the biggest distraction.

Lorelai felt relieved that she would get out with no problem so she awkwardly waved goodbye and left through the front door.

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Slowly the world came into focus and his dream world started to slip away from him. As per usual he tried his hardest to hold onto his dream but it was no use he could feel himself waking up. He hated mornings, that feeling when he just woke up was the worst. That feeling when he had to leave his dreams, the one place where he had everything, and he had to come back into reality. He knew there was no point in fighting it so he opened his eyes and was instantly attacked by the sunlight invading his room. He shielded his eyes, swung his legs onto the floor and got out of bed. He knew the maids would take care of his bed so he just stumbled into his bathroom. He jumped into the shower and stood under the hot spray for a while, washing his hair and body before stepping out and wrapping a towel around his waist. He walked back into his room and opened his closet. He picked out a pair of loose fitting jeans and a red shirt. Slipping into this outfit he tossed the towel into the laundry shoot and made his way out of his room and downstairs into the kitchen. Sitting himself down on one of the stools, he found a plate of eggs being placed in front of him.

"Thanks Maria," he said to the cook who was buzzing around the kitchen.

"It's no problem Master Dugrey," she told him politely.

He rolled his eyes at the cook. "I thought I told you to call me Tristin."

The cook sighed before going to sit next to him. "I know you did but I am not allowed. Your father says it's non respectful to call him or his family by their first names," she explained to him.

Tristin rolled his eyes resulting in Maria laughing and rubbing his head affectionately. Tristin finished his breakfast and left the kitchen, heading into the game room. He through himself onto the couch and turned on the TV, flicking it to a sports channel. Maria soon entered the room bringing with her a plate of cookies that she placed on the table in front of him.

"Thanks Maria," he said throwing her a charming smile, and popping a cookie into his mouth.

"You're welcome," she replied picking up a dirty cup the maids had missed. She was almost out the door when a thought came into her mind. "Master Dugrey, how did the play go last night?"

And that's when the whole night came back to Tristin. It was like a tidal wave of images crashing through his mind. He remembered his father telling him that he was going to military school; he remembered how his grandfather had argued his case. Then he remembered going to Chilton to tell his group that he was leaving. A huge grin broke out onto his face when he replayed his conversation with Rory in his mind. And a look of awe washed over him when he remembered how she had told him that she felt the same way about him and how he had finally gotten the chanced to kiss her again. He had finally reclaimed her lips after months of wanting and craving. He remembered the taste of her lips; a tangy fruit mixture with a hint of coffee. He closed his eyes with great contentment, and he could almost feel her body pressed into his again. She had been so warm and soft, so perfect.

"Master Dugrey?" Maria asked looking faintly worried.

Tristin broke out of his reverie and turned his head toward the cook. He gave her his most stunning smile and answered her smoothly. "The play couldn't have gone better if the god's had arranged it…"

Maria laughed slightly before softly walking back towards the kitchen. But Tristin remained in his seat letting his thoughts run wild. He knew at that moment that the night before had been the best night of his life. It beat every other night he had spent with a girl and he knew it was because Rory was different. He actually felt for this girl, he loved her with all his heart.

He couldn't wipe the smile off his face, couldn't help but feel his heart speed up when he thought of her. He wondered if these feelings would ever stop…

…God I hope not!

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