Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls, and if I did things would be different. Muahahahahahahahaha!

A/N: This is my first true Trory. So I'm going to need your help. I'm not planning on making this very long, but when I reach the point where I can change what happens to make the story longer, I'll let you know. Now onward and read-ward. Okay that didn't work as well as it was supposed to, so read the story and please don't laugh at me.

A Trip to Remember

Being away from my mom for the first time horrifies me. I know that I'm 17, and I should be able to handle it, but I can't. She's my best friend, my rock, my support, and we've never been apart for more than tow or three days. I suppose that I should find some solace in Paris. At least there will be one friendly face. I have to finish packing; otherwise I'll never be ready. I wonder if Mom would be willing to run to Luke's.

I can't believe it. I'm finally out of that hell hole. It wasn't really bad; it did wonders for the bod. But there were no girls. No girls mean no action. No action means sad me. I missed the action, but I missed… No I just missed the action. I can't believe how many dreams I had. I swear, my imagination is all that kept me sane. Now I'm being shipped off to D.C. for some future business leader's convention. I'll blow it off. I'm sure I can get a room somewhere. I mean if things go the way I want. Plus, I've got this extra "energy" that I need to get out of my system. Finally, I'm someplace where the food doesn't resemble mud.

"Are you ready?" Mom asked.

"No." I replied.

"How 'bout now?"

"Closer."

"Now?"

"I'm never really going to be ready, so I think I'm as close as I'm going to get."

"Ah Kid, you're gonna be fine. Now let's get you on that plane."

Mom helped me check in, and now I'm waiting for my row to be called for boarding. I absolutely deplore flying. Mom and I once flew out to California when I was 10 to visit my dad. It didn't go over to well. The weather across the country that day was either windy or stormy. We were delayed in Hartford for three hours on a promise that we would depart "shortly." Then we had to make an unexpected landing somewhere in Indiana. Apparently the weather was too dangerous. After that we scrapped the trip, rented a car, and drove back to Stars Hollow. I'm hoping maybe this trip will be better. Courtesy of my grandparents I get to fly first class. Maybe that will make a difference. Oh, they just called my row. I wonder if they can get me some coffee.

I don't know why I couldn't have taken the jet. Commercial flying is such a drag. Granted, the stewardess' dresses are hot, but the other people… not so much. Maybe I won't have to sit next to anyone; gives you more leg room that way. Better yet, maybe there will be some hot piece of assnext to me. Yep, that would make it all better. What time was the flight? Oh yeah, 3:00. Let's see, it's 2:45. Yea, I'll make it. They just called final boarding. I wonder what I'll get to sit next to…

They just called final boarding. I can hear it in here. There isn't anyone next to me. If I'm lucky, no one will sit there. Wait, here comes someone. I think my luck ran out.

Dang it! There's someone in my row. Oh well, I haven't looked at her well, but I can tell she isn't a hag. Maybe it won't be so bad.

This kid next to me looks familiar. Oh my God it's… "Bible Boy?" It came out as a whispered question.

What did that chick just call me? Wait, I know her. It's… "Mary?"