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Reflections

Lorelai glanced over at her daughter as she was driving home. "Fess us," she said. "What's really going on? 'Cause I know you're not sick."

Rory looked out the window as she answered her mother. "I really don't feel well, mom. You know I would just leave grandma and grandpa, especially when there were guests."

"Yes, I do know that. I just don't think the reason we left is the reason you claim it was." Lorelai paused for a few moments, then said, "So what did he do?"

"Who?" Rory asked innocently.

"The little bunny that lives in the backyard."

"He didn't do anything mom."

"Wait, there really is a bunny in the backyard?"

Rory rolled her eyes. "Mom!"

"Sorry, just trying to make a little joke… tough crowd."

They sat in the car silently for the rest of the ride home. Lorelai knew that something had happened between her daughter and Tristan, but she decided to let it go for the time being.

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When they got home, Rory went straight to her room and laid down on her bed. Lorelai followed her in and said, "I'm worried."

"About what?"

"Let's see… About my daughter, who all of a sudden decided to be a normal teenage girl."

"Mom, I told you, I'm sick. I just want to go to sleep."

"It's barely past nine o'clock on a Friday night. And don't you know what's on tv tonight? Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. How can you sleep through that?"

"I'm going to say this one more time, slowly. I'm. Sick."

"Fine. I'll go." Lorelai said, finally giving up. "But I still don't believe you."

Rory laid in her dark bedroom tossing and turning. All she wanted to do was fall asleep and escape her thoughts, but sleep would not take her. After a couple hours of trying, Rory got out of bed to go watch tv. She found her mother asleep on the couch in the living room. Rory lifted her mother's legs and sat down on the couch. She began to flip through the channels and woke Lorelai up.

"Hey sweets. Is it morning?"

"No, it's a little after midnight. I couldn't sleep."

"Still 'sick'?"

Rory started babbling, "I just… I couldn't keep my mouth shut. I shouldn't have said anything, but… I'm making no sense."

"No, no, you're making perfect sense. Well, no not really, but I did get that you said something you shouldn't have and… that's about it. Start from the beginning."

"He's just so cocky. He thinks every girl whom he crosses paths with is going fall in love with him. But I called him on it. I said he was looking for something more. And he thought I was trying… that I wanted…"

"He thought you meant you were the more?"

"I don't think he was serious. He's never serious, why would he choose to be now?"

"Then why are you so upset? You want to be his more?"

"No! I do not want to be his more. I just… I wish I could take the whole conversation back."

"Well, kid, you can't do that, but I promise, it's not the end of the world. In fact, I bet when you wake up in the morning it won't be so bad. Why don't you try to sleep again. And don't think so much this time."

"Thanks mom. I love you."

"Love you too, sweets."

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Rory walked into Chilton slowly on Monday morning, hoping that she wouldn't run into Tristan. She was not granted her wish. As usual, Tristan was making out with yet another girl in front of her locker. 'Thank God I have my literature book,' Rory thought to herself. She headed straight for class, instead of stopping by her locker. Since she had a little extra time, Rory opened a new book and began reading intently but was interrupted shortly after. "Mary, I didn't see you this morning."

"Well, I think you were a little preoccupied."

"Jealous Mar?"

"I'll never be jealous of a girl that gets used and thrown away." With that, Rory looked back at her book and made it clear the conversation was over.

Tristan stood by her desk stunned for a few seconds before he heard someone say, "I think that's your cue to sit down man." Tristan turned around to see his friend Jake behind him.

"Thanks," Tristan replied sarcastically, as he moved into an empty desk. After he sat down, he thought to himself, 'how does she do that?'

Jake leaned over to talk to Tristan, but was cut off, "Don't even think about commenting, Jake. I don't wanna hear it."

"Hah, you know you can't shut everyone upAnd trust me. Everyone will have a comment. By the way, the whole class is staring at you." With that, Jake leaned back into his seat.

Tristan didn't even look around the room, because he knew Jake was telling the truth, and he could hear his classmates whispering, most likely about what had just taken place. After a few moments of thinking, Tristan began to realize that this could work for him. 'Plenty of girls will probably feel bad that she said that in front of everyone. They'll try to make me feel better and…And what? I could have any one of them right now regardless of how Mary treats me.' Tristan's thoughts were interrupted when Mr. Towers entered the room and began class.

A/N- I really didn't want to post this yet, because I normally like to make the chapters a little longer, but I just hit a road block. Please please please give me some suggestions, because there is so much going on with school right now that I don't have time to rack my brain with ideas for this story.