Gilmore Girls

A month after Season 5 finale

1. GLOOMY DAYS

What a boring day, Rory thought as she lied on her bed watching her plasma T.V. The only show that was on, on a weekday was the Donna Reed Show. Suddenly tears floated down Rory's eyes. She began having flashbacks of watching the Donna Reed show with her mother. She remembered the many times they would make fun of Donna for always being the ditzy perfect little wife who cooked the whole day for her husband and kids who were unusually very happy and looked like they were on drugs.

Knock, knock!

"RORY! RORY! It's me! Open the door!"

Rory quickly wiped her tears away and ran for the door. Outside standing with her perfect summer chapeau and matching sunglasses was Emily Gilmore.

Emily was delighted now that Rory was in her hands. Finally she could relive her moments of being the mother of a girl who didn't get pregnant at the age of sixteen.

"What're you doing inside on a perfect day like this? Go on out with how about…oo la la… Logan!"

How she would love to go out with Logan right now! If only he hadn't gone with his friends to Europe. Rory was kind of pissed off at the fact that Logan didn't even ask her to come with him especially since she was heartbroken about what had happened with her mother.

"Logan went to Europe grandma."

"Really? Well then how about, what's her name, the girl with the very angry voice that scares me to death? Something like a city…"

"Paris?"

"That's her! Why don't you go catch up with her?"

Not such a bad idea, Rory thought. At least she would get her mind off some of her problems. Or hell, she could talk to Paris about it.

"Good idea."

It was decided. This weekend, Paris and I were going on a road trip to god knows where because we both needed some girl talk.

Girl talk with Mom was so much fun. We'd stay up all night. Pig out on junk food from Luke's, rent movies and just chillax.

Mom, Luke, Stars hollow… all these things that were so familiar to me were lost and I let this happen. If only Mom could understand that it was normal to take time off from college. What made me more frustrated was that Mom hadn't even called me after the day I moved in to Grandma's. Why hadn't she called me? Did she want me back at Stars hollow at all? And so what if she was angry, she should've at least contacted me. All these questions suffocated my brain and made me want to break everything around me.

I took a few deep breaths and looked around. All I saw was an empty, boring room with a bookshelf on one side, a king-size bed with a suitcase on top of it, a desk and my plasma T.V. Grandma told me she wanted me to have my privacy so she gave me the Pool-house. Only problem was that the pool-house was so isolated and empty. It made me feel lonely. Without my best friend, without my conscious, without my Mom, I was lonely.

"Hurry up Gilmore! I think I see Mary Poppins floating in the air with her umbrella and at this rate she's moving faster than you!" Paris snapped.

"You're impossible Paris!" I squeaked. This felt good. Things felt a little bit back to normal and I felt much calmer. "By the way… where the hell are we goin' Paris?"

"I'm thinking New York. Been there before?"

I could feel sweat drops on my forehead. New York. Yes, I knew New York very well. New York was where I decided to skip my mother's graduation to go off with some jerk who left me. He wouldn't be in New York now would he? Hopefully not.

"Geez Rory! At least answer me! HAVE…YOU…BEEN…TO…NEW…YORK?"

I laughed. For the first time in a month, I was enjoying myself.

"Yess Paris, I have." About four years ago, I thought to myself, four years.