A/N: Two chapters are better than one.

Chapter Two - Moving In

Normal Third-Person Omniscent PoV, will continue throughout story.

"You used my last name," Luke commented, surveying her Rough Draft. He was the second person Rory was running it by, the first being her grandfather. Richard Gilmore had already given her half a notebook worth of advice and comments. Rory was hesitant to let anyone else read, but knew that it would be better if she did. Movers carried in boxes of her stuff as they discussed her book. Lorelai, off in another corner, discreetly watched her daughter and her now-official husband talk. Things were still icy between Lorelai and Rory, and it hurt slightly that Rory was more comfortable with Luke than her own mother, her former best friend.

"It's a nice name," Lorelai heard Rory reply. "Do you mind?"

"It's fine with me."

"Cool. So, I'll just let you finish that up, 'kay?"

"Oookay."

Rory turned around to meet up with her mother, and Lorelai quickly looked away.

"Hi, Mom." Rory said a little hesistantly.

"Hi, Rory." Lorelai replied awkwardly.

"Um. I just wanted to apologize." Rory said, her muscles stiffening as she said it. She still thought she was right, but with Lane gone on tour and Paris wrapped up in her studies at Yale, she needed her very best friend now more than ever. Ironically, Lorelai relaxed a bit when Rory said this.

"Okay." she said. They didn't need to say anything else, they had reached an understanding. It was good again.

"So how's Logan?" Lorelai asked. She winced. Trust her to bring up the one topic that could rip them apart again.

"Oh, we broke up." Rory said quietly. She recalled their phone conversation seven weeks prior, when Rory said she was in a weird place and needed time to be alone. Logan hadn't taken it too well, and she felt guilty thinking about it.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Lorelai said, but she couldn't control a small grin of triumph. Rory rolled her eyes.

"Hey, we're gonna take a lunch break. Be back in an hour." The head moving-guy told Luke. He nodded an muttered an okay without letting his eyes leave Rory's potential-bestseller. The Gilmore Girls giggled together, and all remaining awkwardness between them fell apart.

"Hey, I get to read that when Luke's done, right?" Lorelai asked. Rory nodded in response, too happy to be back to normal for words.

They went downstairs to grab something to eat, when Lorelai noticed a figure staring in the window. She motioned indiscreetly with her head and Rory rolled her eyes, but gasped when she saw who it was. As soon as they eyes locked, Tristan walked away. Rory stared. Was Tristan DuGrey seriously in Stars Hollow?

Chapter Two - Autumn, Fall

It was with a morbid fascination that Sarah watched Terrance break up with his long-time girlfriend, Autumn, right across the hall from her locker. Leslie stared with her.

"But, Terrance, why?" Autumn sobbed. Terrances eyes flickered over to meet Sarah's, who immediatly became very absorbed in grabbing her books for third period.

"Her!" Autumn shreiked. "You're breaking up with me because of her?"

This time Sarah swirved around to stare, not caring if anyone noticed. Was Autumn seriously proposing that Terrance was breaking up with her because of Sarah? Had the girl completely lost her mind?

"Um. Could you not yell so loud?" Terrance muttered in shame.

"I will yell all I want, Terrance Samuel Danes, if you are telling me you are breaking up with me over some freaky, bookworm, know-it-all, snobbish...worm!" she finished lamely. Terrance stared, wide-eyed. He didn't dare glance to see whether or not Sarah was looking.

"I didn't say exactly..." His voice, small to begin with faltered, and he couldn't finish. Sarah's heart was pounding furiously. Was Terrance actually not going to deny he was breaking up with Autumn; popular, pretty, and little-more than half-witted: the perfect woman... for Sarah?

"Oh, well that's just great, Terrance. Well fine. We're OVER." Autumn screamed, stomping off. Terrance took about five seconds to watch her leave, finally glance at Sarah's wode-eyed stare, turn brick red, and then bolt for the school's main entrance. Terrance Danes, loud-mouth popular rebel, was for once, at a loss for words.