Chapter 2
When they got to Luke's the dinner crowd was just arriving. They got out of the car and walked in the diner. When everyone heard the bell chime, they turned around and their mouth dropped at the sight of Rory.
"Mom, why are they staring at me?" Rory said through her teeth.
"Because, their princess is all grown up. Just wait 'til Luke see's you. He'll kill me for letting you walk out of the house like that." she said pointing at Rory's outfit as she sat down on a stool at the counter.
"Sit." Lorelai commanded.
"I can't." Rory whispered.
"Why not?"
"I'm not staying." she said as Luke came out of the kitchen.
"Why?"
"I'll be late. Bye Mom! Bye Luke!" she shouted as she walked out of the diner.
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Rory pulled up to a huge house filled with people.
'Here goes!' she thought as she rang the door bell.
"Rory!" Louise exclaimed when she opened the door.
"Hey." Rory said walking into the party.
"You look hot!" she said as she eyed Rory's outfit.
"Thanks, I guess." she said blushing.
"Come here," Louise said as she dragged Rory into another room where people were dancing to loud music. She told Rory to dance, even though all she did was go into another room where people were making-out and sit down and read a book she had stashed in her purse.
"What the hell, Summer! Why were you locked in the bathroom with Johnson!" she heard a very angry Tristan yell.
"We were, uh, looking for, uh, my earring." a girl she assumed to be Summer finally spit out.
"Whatever!" he said sitting down in a chair.
"Fine! If you don't believe me, I don't want to be you're girlfriend anymore! We're so over!" Summer said stomping off.
"Fine!" he said walking through a door.
'No, Rory! He's fine.' she told herself as she got up and went through the door Tristan had just gone through. She found him in what looked like a deserted ballroom with a piano in the middle. He was sitting at the piano while playing a song Rory had heard many times before.
"You spend all your time waiting.
For that second chance,
For the break that would make it okay.
There's always some reason,
To feel not good enough.
And it's hard at the end of the day."
She sat down on the bench beside him and sang along with him.
"I need some distraction,
Oh beautiful release.
Memories seep from my veins.
Let me be empty and weightless and,
maybe I'll find some peace tonight.
In the arms of the angel,
far away from here.
From this dark cold hotel room,
and the endlessness that you fear.
You are pulled from your wreckage,
Of your silent reverie.
In the arms of the angel,
may you find,
some comfort here.
So tired of the straight line.
And everywhere you turn,
There's vultures and thieves at your back.
And the storm keeps on twisting.
You keep building the lies,
That you make up for all that you lack.
It makes no difference.
Escaping one last time,
It's easier to believe this sweet madness.
Oh this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees."
They sat in silent for a long time.
"My mom used to say we were in the arms of an angel and then sing that song to me.
"It was the song they played at my grandmother's funeral." he said staring at his hands.
"You sing beautifully." she said looking at him in the eyes.
"So do you." he said honestly. He moved his head closer to hers and captured her lips with his.