Well you guys, no sign of the notebook or it's contents. So this is sort of based off the notebook. Kind of bummed, but writers block is my forte!

"Coffee!" Rory yelped. "You'd betray you're only daughter for a cup of coffee!"

"Two?" Lorelai grinned.

Rory fled to her bedroom and locked the door behind her.

Lorelai opened the door. "Hello Satan."

I blinked. "Hi?"

Lorelai smiled cheekily and glanced down at the cups. "Irish cream?"

"No, it's from a diner down the street, sorry."

"Luke's?" She asked, surprised.

"Um, yes?"

"Flannel hair, backwards hat, gruff manner, a tea pusher?"

"Um, yes."

"Glory be thou!" She snatched the cups and slammed the door with a resounding whump.

I paused and looked at the door.

The door opened again. Lorelai smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, heat of the moment." She opened it wider for me to come inside.

"Is Rory here?" I asked. I trailed off as I looked at the living room. "Are you having a party?"

I kid you not. It looked like a feast for a million. Three boxes of pizza one cheese, one combo, and one sausage. A box of oreos, half finished. Two two-liter bottles of cheap grocery soda. A pile of candy bar wrappers and candy bars. A carton of beginning to melt vanilla ice cream, a stick of cookie dough.

These items were strewn across the table like a mad array of sleepover stashes placed together.

"Nope. Just the two of us. Want some? Rory locked herself in her room because she saw you coming."

"Really?" I cringed, taking a slice of pizza. "That bad?"

"Yep." She surveyed me critcally. "You don't look like Satan."

I wasn't sure how to respond to that. "Um...I..."

"Besides getting Paris mad at her, trying to pick a fight with Dean, teasing her at every turn, and stealing her books...what did you do wrong?"

"Nothing."

She grinned slyly and took a long sip of her coffee, surveying me over the brim. "Sure."

"If you must know, I like your daughter a lot."

"The feeling seems a little far from mutual."

"No kiddin' Sherlock." I muttered.

She grinned brighter. "You have to be nice to me or I won't give my blessing."

"I don't have anyone's blessing!" I argued.

"Goody. I like being first."

"So I get it?"

"I'm not allowed to." She pouted cheekily. "She has a boyfriend."

"Bag boy." I sniffed.

"Aha! You are a snob."

"Genetics." I pleaded with a smirk.

She shrugged. "My parents are snobs, and I'm not."

"Blah." I pushed my hair back and took a long gulp of Sprite. "You got lucky. But seriously Ms. Gilmore, I'm not trying to torture her. I haven't done anything mean at all since I got back."

There was a resounding "Ding-Dong".

"Who's that?" Lorelai lolled her head back and checked the window. "It's Dean." She informed me matter of factually.

"Oh." I glanced over at her. "Um, I guess that's my exit cue?"

"Yes, don't be late for it. Might get the director mad. Take a candy bar with you."

Obediantly I took a Snickers. "Is there a back way?"

"Loop through the side porch door. Make sure you take your hot wheels with you eh?"

I nodded. "Thanks Ms. Gilmore."

"Lorelai." She corrected absently.

I headed through the kitchen, but then glanced at a hall closet. I am such a jerk. I slipped inside and closed the door behind me.

"Hi Dean."

"Is that a Viper outside?" His tone was confused and suspicious.

"How should I know. I classify cars in four groups. Car, truck, van, and oh wow that's cool."

"Um. Ok. Can I see Rory?"

"She's in her room, want a coke?"

"Um, no thanks." I heard Dean's steps across the floor and the soft tapping on the door.

"Rory? It's me, Dean?"

"I'm a little busy." The voice was strangled and weak.

"Rory?"

"Busy! I'll call you later Dean."

"Ok..." He was confused and sounded a little angry.

I grinned to myself and sat back on a cardboard box shoved in the back of the closet.

"Hey Ror?"

"Yes?"

"Whose car is that out front?"

"I don't see any car."

"You're in your room."

"I don't see any car!" She called back.

"The only person I can think of who could afford a car like that is a Chilton kid."

"Then maybe it belongs to a Chilton kid." She said softly, bearly audible to the closet.

"Rory, just tell me, whose car is it?"

"Tristan's...."

"Wait, pretty boy Tristan? The one who was stupid at the dance?"

"Yes."

"What's his car doing here?"

"He came to visit. But he left."

"Rory, can I come in? What is he doing here? Why would you be seeing him."

"Dean I'm a mess. My eyes are all blotchy."

"Did he make you cry?!"

"He didn't! Please Dean, I promise I'll call you."

"Oh I get it." Dean said dully. "You're tired of going to dances with a guy in a dingy car. You wanted a flashy guy who could buy you a lot of stuff and looked good at Chilton right? I get it."

"Dean!" There was the creak of the door swinging open. "It's not like that. Tristan just came. I didn't want to see him, that's why I wentinto my room."

"You know what. I never should have been fooled. When he was carrying your books that day we made up he didn't steal them."

"Dean don't be stupid!"

"Yeah, yeah. You wanted a guy at Stars Hollow and Hartford. I get it ok? I know when I'm being used. What, was he vacationing in Europe and you got bored? Is that what Chilton girls do Ror, get bored a lot?"

"Dean, you're being an idiot."

"Well you love me then. Cuz I love you, you idiot." His quotes the words I'd give my right arm to hear with biting venom.

"Dean! Stop it!"

"What is going on in here?" Lorelai passed the closet and went into the hall with them.

I slowly let myself out of the closet and snuck out the back door and to the street.

I slid into my car and glanced at the house. He doesn't even deserve her.

I drove into our circular drive and glanced around me. Our tall mansion loomed down at me, it's manicured gardens being meticulously cleaned by various gardeners.

"Mr. DuGrey." One said respectfully as I got out of the car.

I nodded coolly, a trait I'dpicked up after watching dad do it so many times. I passed him and went into the foyer like hall. Mom was directing a maid, her newly permed hair bouncing as she twitched her head to the left, punctuating her sentances.

"So I said,floor, dusting, mail. Youdidthethe dishes.DidI saydishes?"

"No ma'am." She responded weakly.

"Lighten' up mom." I said as I brushedby.

"Me?" She abandoned the maid and followed me as I walked upstairs. "You should be tightening down, young man. Where were you? You weren't out partying were you?"

"On a school night?" I asked airly. "Who do you think I am mom?"

"Don't mock me." She angrily trilled.

I shut me door and booted up my computer.

"Tristan DuGrey! You're grounded." She yelled through the door.

It was nice to get the anger of Dean off on my Mom. Grounding didn't mean anything in this house.

I picked up my phone and dialed quickly.

"Hello?" It was Lorelai.

"Hi Lorelai. How's Rory?"

"Crying. Your fault." She said crisply.

"Mine?"

"You and Dean. Mostly Dean."

"Did they break up?"

"You'd love that wouldn't you?" She quipped.

My silence admitted guilt.

"They didn't. But he was being a butthead." Lorelai sounded tired. "Don't give her a hard time at school tomorrow, hm?"

"Did you just say butthead?"

"What, am I too old for that word?"

"Um...I guess not. I didn't use it after the sixth grade."

"It's always about you, isn't it?" She laughed a little. "I don't know why she's putting up with him. He was vicious. You missed it, but he was downright rude."

"Yeah, I know."

"You know?"

"No!" I caught myself.

"You do know?"

"No, no. I don't know. I no know."

She paused. "I suggest coffee."

I grinned a little. "Ok."

"Well, I don't suggest talking to her right now. Um, I'll tell her you cared."

"No, don't. That's ok. I don't want to ruin anything."

"Cute." She paused. "I'll talk to you later, Bible boy."

"Bible boy?"

But she'd all ready hung up.

I booted up my computer and checked my e-mail.

Chilton news.

I checked the e-mail, sorting through educational news.

'Famous Couples In History' dance.

I groaned a little. Not another dance

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