AN: Hey everyone! Thank you all so much for all the reviews. After such a long wait between chapters I really wasn't sure I would get very many! I hope this chapter explains a lot.
Chapter 12
A year ago no one would have ever thought the two Lorelai's, Stars Hollow's Gilmore Girls, would ever get to the point they were now at. To blame it solely on Lorelai or solely on Rory would be unfair. They both played parts in ruining their relationship, but neither could go back and fix it. They were each sure they were right.
After the Dean debacle they tried mending their relationship. It worked to an extent. They would have movie nights and spend time together, but they never quite replaced that rift. There was always a slight wall between the two. Over time they found ways to ignore that wall and function as if it didn't exist.
Then, the Male Yale party happened. Rory did the unthinkable: She came home drunk with a limo full of society boys. The elder Lorelai was not pleased. As Rory continued to grow close to Logan the previously functioning mother-daughter relationship started to feel more strain. Once Lorelai got wind of a "no strings" deal she began to voice her opinions.
Still, the girls were okay. Not great, but okay. Until the yacht.
When Rory was arrested Lorelai lost it. She began to interfere and protest. She did everything she possibly could to get Rory to leave Logan. That just pushed Rory further away from Lorelai, and closer to Logan.
There would be a coffee date on occasion, but it was always instigated by Luke. There were no more movie night, no more mocking; nothing. Instead of multiple phone calls every day the girls talked on the phone only when necessary. Even then, they yelled more than talked.
Finally, Lorelai couldn't handle it anymore. She rallied the support of her parents and Chris, and meddled. And now, the girls were not speaking. At all.
Rory blinked as she looked over at her mother, the woman who birthed her, and felt anger. Betrayl. Pain.
"Hi Rory, Tristan, would you two like to join us?" Luke asked, looking from mother to daughter and seeing neither one of them was too pleased.
Rory scoffed before Tristan had a chance to answer. "Actually, no. In fact, I think we'll just change tables."
"God Rory, you have become so spoiled." Lorelai spat, glaring at her daughter.
Rory let out a humorless laugh. "I'm spoiled? Please. You are the very epitome of spoiled."
"I am not! Besides, that's a mighty big accusation coming from the girl with a Birkin bag." Lorelai retorted.
"Please Mother. You pout and throw a fit the moment you don't get your way. You are spoiled, selfish, and prejudice and I for one am sick of it!" Rory hissed, being careful to keep her voice down in public, yet still portraying the extreme anger she was feeling.
"Um, maybe we should move to another table Rory." Tristan said, glancing at Luke who also didn't know what to do.
His suggestion was ignored.
"And here I hoped you would change back to who you used to be when you and Logan broke up." Lorelai shook her head.
Rory felt anger course through her veins at that remark. "I will never, never be the same person again. That naïve little girl I used to be thought that she could depend on you. I was obviously wrong about that, but don't worry, I won't be making that mistake twice. I will never forgive you for what you have done."
"I was doing what I thought was best!"
"And so did grandma when she tried to force you to marry dad when you were sixteen, yet you see how that turned out." Rory folded her arms in front of her.
"Don't compare me to Emily Gilmore! I am nothing like that woman!" Lorelai hissed, standing up and raising your voice.
"Uh, Lorelai-" Luke started, before being cut off.
"Lower your voice, you're drawing attention to us." Rory admonished, shaking her head.
"You have spent way too much time around Logan and those other society brats, you're acting just like them. God, Rory, can't you-"
"You criticize the way Logan and his friends are. You criticize their backgrounds and the way they were raised. Yet you were raised the same exact way." Rory pointed out, barely containing her temper. She wanted to scream. She couldn't handle Lorelai's one- sided views any longer.
"But I changed! I got out of Hartford."
"And you're marrying me into it. Isn't that funny? The thing you were most afraid of is something you pushed me into. You didn't want me to be with Logan because you were jealous that I was going places and experiencing new things without you. You saw him and high society as a threat, so you did the first thing you could. You forced me to marry Tristan. Yet we're going to be a high society couple in Hartford. Ironic, isn't it?" Rory pointed out, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. "In your fear and jealousy you pushed me strait into Hartford."
"Rory, that's diff-"
"Spare me." Rory held up a hand. "I don't care. I really don't. You and me, we're through. We're done. You're not my friend anymore. You're my mother. I'll see you whenever I run into you in public or something. But I will never be around you of my own free will. I despise you."
"Stop it, Ror-"
"No, you stop it. I'm done. We're done."
And with that, Rory walked off.
Tristan glanced around quickly before hurrying after her.
She looked up as he fell into step beside him. "I can't eat here. I hope you understand. Do you care if we go somewhere else?"
"Rory," He started, before being cut off.
"How about Chinese? Does that sound good to you?" She asked as they stepped outside. "I know a great place a couple miles from here. Amazing moo shoo pork."
"Rory, stop." Tristan said gently, grabbing her arms and spinning her around to face him.
He looked down at the tears streaming down her face and immediately folded her in his arms. She sobbed into his chest.
"How can she do this? How? How?" She questioned, shaking from the sobs.
Tristan didn't know what to say. So he just held her.
