I know the prologue wasn't much but I'm glad it caught some eyes. I hope this will interest more people. )

Chapter 1: More important than In Touch?

Rory got out of her Black Mercedes CLK550 Coupe, and walked towards the front door of a large stone house. It was an average size house in Hartford, which still meant bigger than any normal home, but Emma's parents also owned a penthouse in Boston, and a summer beach house in Malibu, California. This was practical because her parents were always doing business in Boston and California. Rory rang the doorbell and was greeted by the housekeeper, Celeste. They didn't refer to the hired help as servants or maid because those words had a derogatory meaning to it. "Miss Rory, Emma will be down in a minute."

"Thanks Celeste."

Rory just walked into to the cozy atmosphere and felt right at home. Both hers and Emma's houses had a homey feeling to it. Despite it's largeness, it was always cozy with comfortable furniture, and family pictures all over the walls. She plopped herself on the couch and reached for the TV remote control when she heard Emma's muffled voice from upstairs, "Rory! Can you grab me a Capri Sun on your way up?"

Rory sighed, hoping that Emma wasn't going to take that long to get ready since they were only going shopping in New Haven. Rory grabbed a cooled Capri Sun from the fridge and ran upstairs. As soon as she stepped into Emma's room, hoping she was fully dressed and ready, she looked in and saw that Emma was at her vanity table curling her hair, wearing only a bra and underwear. "Rory, finally, I don't know what to wear," Emma complained as if picking the perfect outfit for back to school shopping was a matter of life and death. Rory and Emma were best friends, but they had the complete opposite personalities. Rory was more timid and modest yet fun and loving, while Emma was outgoing and carefree. Emma was more flashy and daring, while Rory was more conservative. Both were always classy and never snobby.

"We're only going to New Haven, it's not like it's 5th Avenue or Rodeo or anything. There isn't going to be any camera guys hiding behind bushes to take snapshots of us if that is whom you're trying to impress. They're too busy having a field day with Britney shaving her hair off and checking herself into rehab, again." Rory said as-a-matter-of-factly. Rory and Emma were photographed often, mostly at social events, but sometimes when they were in New York and California. They were labeled, the classy version of Paris and Nicky Hilton, granted that Rory and Emma weren't sisters, but they were practically sisters.

"Oh yea, I heard about that. Sad. But you know that I wouldn't try that hard to impress the media, only moderately hard, but no, this is more important than being on the corner cover of In Touch." Emma responded while unplugging her curling iron since she was done curling her hair, and heading back towards her closet in desperation to find the perfect outfit.

"Oh really, what could possibly be more important than being on the cover of In Touch," Rory said in a sarcastic yet sassy tone as she plopped down on the king size bed.

"Well… Sassy McSasserson, after shopping, we're going to meet Preston at his dorm and help him set up his dorm room. Which mean…COLLEGE BOYS."

Rory just rolled her eyes and scoffed, "What about Kyle? I know you guys were on and off all summer, and you're at an 'off' right now, but you know that you guys will soon be 'on' again as soon as senior year starts."

"Nah, I'm done with Kyle, I think I'm ready for college boys. They're older and more mature. I can't stand how immature Kyle is. Plus I heard he hooked up with Sharon last week, the night we decided to be 'off'," she air quoted. "And if he's going to hook up with Sharon, the Chilton slut, that's the last straw. UGH, Sharon can just lick my…"

Rory interrupted knowing what she was going to say, "Well, you know Sharon, she loves sharing her STDs," causing Emma to give a weak smile. Rory knew Emma had deep feelings for Kyle and was always hurting when they were at their "off" stage, but Emma never showed her vulnerability.

"Ok, what about this," holding a pair of Frankie B. dark skinny jeans, and a red Ella Moss Baby Doll Cami.

Rory examined the clothes that Emma held close to her body so that it would be close to seeing the clothes on her without actually being on her. "I like. Is it new?"

"Yea, Mom went to Barney's and got it for me. Well actually, she got it for herself but dad wouldn't let her go to my grandparent's house wearing it, so I stole it from her closet. She won't even know it's missing." Emma said with a grin on her face. She then quickly put on her top and jeans, while wiggling and jumping as she pulled up her jeans around her slim hips.

Right as Emma zipped up the zipper, there was a quick knock followed by a tall blonde appearing in the doorway. He had disheveled hair, and was wearing nothing but basketball shorts, revealing his perfect body and six-pack. "Hey Em, I'm going to leave in 30 minutes. Oh, hey Ror," realizing Rory was there and gave her a quick hug before continuing. "So you two, meet me at the dorms at five. Mom and dad have to leave for Boston by 4:30, so it's just going to be you two helping me set up."

Emma replied, "For what, tomorrow's Sunday."

"They're heading out to Boston because they have an early meeting tomorrow."

"Ok, well me and Rory are going to be shopping in New Haven 'til then. See ya at five."

"Yea, five don't be late."

Preston walked away as Emma excitedly returning to her vanity table. "I can't wait to see all the yummy college boys," she said with a grin.

Rory just rolled her eyes while rolling off the bed, "I'm going to wait downstairs. You have five minutes, hurry!"

As Rory made her way down the stairs, she went towards the kitchen. She poured herself coffee and made her way to the kitchen island where Preston was sitting reading the Sunday Times. Preston was like her older brother, who was just as protective of her as he was with Emma. "So where exactly are you living?" She asked as she took the Times that was lying on the table.

"Berkeley. Grandpa Levington pulled some strings and got the best suite. Of course, I have to share it with some other rich kids, but at least I get my own room. The suite has four rooms."

"That's cool, Grandpa Gilmore lived in Branford during his days at Yale. So do you know who you're roommates are yet?"

Preston's eyes looked up while trying to remember their infamous names, "Colin McCrae, Finnegan Rothschild, and Logan Huntzberger."

As she heard the names, her face scrunched up in disgust, more and more as each name was being said. "Oh, that sucks. I guess you're going to be stuck with having to tolerate their obnoxious partying. And don't forget to make sure you take a mental photo of all the girls that go through there and stay clear of them. You wouldn't want to catch any of your roommate's STDs. I also hope you're walls are sound proof," she said with grin, knowing that she pin pointed the type of guys they were right off the bat.

"Well I think it'll be fun, minus the STDs stuff. Remember all the stunts Colin and his friends pulled, I want in on some of that action. I'm so bored here in Hartford, it's nothing like California." Preston had spent his high school years in California living his playboy days with superficial California girls. He came back to Hartford in the beginning of the summer and had been bored ever since. "I hope the girls at Yale are just as fun as the girls on the west coast."

The only one out of the three that she actually had met was Colin McCrae. He was the boyfriend of Stephanie Vanderbilt, a daughter of one of the DAR ladies that were friends with her grandparents. Rory and Emma would form a support system at social events; the three of them would get along great. They were known as the three hottest young social elitists at all the major events. They would catch up during the parties have a good time, but they never really made an effort to hang out outside of those events, knowing there were many mandatory social events to attend. Colin McCrae had left boarding school early when the two got together so that he could be with her and escort her to social functions. He came back, while his two best friends were finishing off their senior year in. Rory heard a lot of stories from Stephanie about how the three boys were causing trouble all over Europe. She was particularly proud because she turned "one of the three playboys" of the Hartford elite society into a 'commitment guy' and then followed by the description of the typical night of the boys that would include at least one different girl in each of their rooms every night.

"Ror, I'm ready. Are you driving or shall I?" Emma said while making her way down the staircase.

"You drive, you have more trunk space. Bye Pres, I'll see ya later."

Rory and Emma drove off in a Silver Ranger Rover, and headed towards New Haven.

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