Disclaimer:I dont own Gilmore Girls

Note:Okay, I know this isn't even anything, but I'm on vacation. I don't even know why I am posting it this short. This chapter was kind of an experiment. I was trying to be more descriptive. Anyway...

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Rory awoke in the night with a start. Sweat was dripping across her forehead, sticking to her hand as she attempted to wipe it away. The moonlight was shining dimly through her windows, illuminating the patterns on her bed. Breathing in and out, rather heavily, Rory tried to cool herself down. Peeling off her Chilton uniform and slipping into some shorts and a tee-shirt, Rory ventured into the kitchen. Dropping some ice into a glass, flinching as each cube clinked at the bottom, Rory finally felt normal again. She had fallen asleep in her uniform and her mother must have put a comforter on her later in the night, causing her body to heat like an oven. Sighing as she sunk her back deep into the couch cushions, Rory fought her memories away. Tristan DuGrey loved her. Glancing at the clock she frowned at the gleaming, green lights which glowed 2:30a.m. She would have to see him in a few hours! She still hadn't figured out what she needed to do. She still wasn't sure how she felt. Did she want to give this a try? Did she want to leave it be? Was he really being sincere? Was he...

"Ror?" Rory's head flew up and landed on the stairs. Lorelai was rubbing her eyes, her dark hair flung about in all directions.

"Hey, sorry. I didn't mean to wake you. I just.." Lorelai shook her head as she continued down the stairs. "No sweets, I was worried about you! So.." She awkwardly glanced around the room, "Do you want to talk about it?"

Rory suddenly became very interested in her glass, running her fingers slowly around the rim, listening to the shrill sound that it created. She didn't know why she felt the need to keep this private. She always talked to her mom about everything. But the more she thought about this "thing", whatever it was, that she had with Tristan, the more personal it felt. Like somehow it was deeper.

"Mom, I just..." How could she say this without hurting her mom? "I don't really know how I am feeling right now. Something happened with Tristan, I don't think I'm ready to talk about it yet. I'm so sorry Mom." Rory was on the brink of tears, fighting her instinct to cry.

"Rory, hunny it's okay! I know that when you are ready you will tell me." Lorelai pulled Rory's head to her shoulder, "You just sleep through this hun." Rory nodded slightly and drifted back down into a restless sleep.

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