Background: Chris and Lorelai were married and lived in New York, but when they split up Lorelai took Rory to California to start over. This story is AU. But Rory is still somewhat the way she is on the show. But I did add some more complex personality traits. She a lot more edgier also. You might see that as you read along. So she may be a littl out of character but this is an AU so I can do that. There is no Dean or any of the Star Hollow townies (sad cause I love those townies) I haven't decided if Luke is gonna be in this or not.
Pairing: Not Jess and Rory. I prefer them as best friends in this story. Read and a certain good-looking blonde may show up and it's not Logan. Damn, I think I kinda gave it away.
A WHOLE NEW
Chapter 1: Get used to it
It's funny how life can change. Life can change in a hour, a day, a month, a year, and so on. Well not funny in a 'haha' way, but funny in an ironic way. When you're little kids, you always think that'll always be someone there for you; that nothing bad could possible ever happen. You thought things would stay the way things were. Rory's life changed with a crash. The only life that she knew was taken away from her in an instant. After the instant is gone, the only thing to do is to change with it.
Rory is sitting in her empty bedroom zoning out, staring out the window she looked out so many times. Staring out
her window seems so different now, the view has changed or maybe it's just the viewer itself who has changed.
"You're dad just called. He's around the corner." Jess informs Rory. The only response he gets is a nod. "Hey,
it's not going to be that bad, Poptart."
"Not that bad?" She says as she continues to look out the window. "I have to live with someone I don't even know."
"He's your father."
She snaps her head to Jess. "Exactly. I haven't seem or spoken to him in practically 9 years unless you consider birthday cards as communication. I have to move across the country." Rory inhales painfully. "I don't even know if I'm ever going to see you again. So you're right, it's not going to be bad. It's going to be horrible and torture." She turns her head to stare out her window again. "He remarried and has a step-daughter. So basically I'll be living like Cinderella."
Jess stares at his disheartened friend. "Come on. Let's bring your bags downstairs."
Rory ends her stare, moves to get her bags and slowly moves downstairs. To Rory's dismay her father, Chris, was waiting for her downstairs. She drops her bags by her feet.
"Hey, kiddo."
"Hello, Chris." Rory says apathetic.
Chris goes in for a hug but Rory steps back. "I have one more bag upstairs." She walks back upstairs to retrieve the bag.
"Hi. I'm Chris, Rory's father." He says as he offers Jess his hand.
Jess accepts it vigilantly. "Jess, her best friend. Don't hurt her again. She's been through too much. She's fragile."
They both turn to the stairs as they hear Rory walk down. "Let's just get this over with." She says sadly. She stands in front of her confidant, the only other person she's let in, the only other person beside her mother she trusted. "Jess." She starts to tear up. "I'm going to miss you so much. You're my best friend and it'll always be like that. And don't forget, you're going to be my maid of honor at my wedding." She sadly smiles. Jess sadly smiles as well. "And you're going to be my best man."
She chuckles between her tears. "I don't know what I would have done if I hadn't had knocked you off your bike when we first moved here. Because if I didn't, I probably would have never met you."
"I know what you mean."
"I love you like a brother, brother. We'll see each other again, I promise." She hugs him tightly. "I'll call you when I get there." She lets him go. "Bye, Egghead."
"Bye, Poptart." He says sadly.
She turns to her father teary eyed and wipes her eyes.. "Let's just go." They pick up her bags and head to the car. They put her bags in and get into the car. Rory coldly gets into the passenger seat and stares ahead not giving one glace at Chris. The car takes off. Rory looks back as her home becomes smaller and smaller until it disappears. A tear falls down her cheek.
"So? How you been?' Chris says trying to break the silence.
Rory looks out her side window. "You mean for the last 9 years?" She takes a quick glance at Chris and turns back to her viewing point. "Can we not talk right now?"
"Yeah, ok."
She looks at the sign that says: Now leaving La Verne. She sighs sadly. Hating awkward silences, she does something that'll take her mind off of everything. She doesn't have her writing pad with her, so the next best thing is music. She silently starts singing. "¯You're in the arms of the angels. Fly away from here. From the star cold hotel room, to the endlessness that you feel. You were pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie. You're in the arms of the angels. May you find some comfort here.¯"
"You write that?"
"No. Sarah McLachlan did.
"You've gotten really good."
"Yeah, you should know, right?" She says coldly.
"Look, I know you hate me and the fact that you have to live with me but can we talk about this?"
"I don't want to talk about it or to you right now."
"I'm sorry for everything."
"Apologizing still counts as talking. Just not a word, please. Stop, I just have some things I need to soak in right now."
"Ok."
They continue to make their way to the airport in silence. Chris never thought in a million years that there would be a silence as long as the silence in the car, but there was more. The entire plane ride to New York was completely taciturn and so was the ride towards his place.
The cab stopped in front of a large building, but down the street she could see Times Square. She exit's the cab. She looks in awe. "Wow. Times square?"
"You don't remember when you and your mother lived here?"
Rory's awe turns into a cold glance when she answers Chris. "There are some things in my life I've learned to block out." She turns to the building in front of her. "This is where you live?"
"This is where we live. Top three floors are ours."
"Three floors? What ever happened to a small apartment?"
The concierge takes the bags from the cab as they enter the building and make their way upstairs. They reach their door.
"Home, sweet home." Chris says before opening the door.
As the enter, Rory looks around. The place is beautiful and definitely not how she spent the last 9 years living. "Wow. You've been living like this and all you've been giving me for my birthday was a card and a 20 dollar bill?" She says thinking out loud.
"Let me show you your room." he says ignoring her comment.
Rory follows Chris upstairs to her new 'jail cell' as she would call it. Chris opens the closed door where they had came to a halt. Rory cautiously enters the huge and already decorated room as Jack stays right outside the room. "Oh my God. This is huge."
"We didn't want you to come home to an empty, plain bedroom, so Allison decorated it for you."
"Allison? Who is she?"
"She's my wife."
"Oh. Evil step-mother, gotcha."
"She's not evil. Just get to know her."
"No thanks. Hey, you mind if I spice up the room myself later?"
"It's all yours."
"Ok, Thanks. Bye." With that Rory strides to the door and shuts it in Chris' face.
"I guess I need to get used to that." He murmurs to himself.
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AN. Short, but I wanted to get that out of the way. More characters will be introduced next chapter. And I'm
pretty sure the next chapter is kind of long. So review and I will get that up as soon as possible.