Hello! First of all, thank youuuuuu so much for clicking on this story!
This is my first fanfic and I'm very excited ahah. Hopefully, I'll be able to do this story justice. Gilmore Girls is simply amazing, I'm beyooond excited for the revival. But, I know for a fact this is not the way the revival will go LOL so I decided to write it myself. Let's see how this ends up. ((:
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I just need to clear up a few more things real quick... This takes place in present day today, Rory is 20 years old, Logan is also 20 at this point but a year ahead of Rory and all the usuals still attend Yale. Basically this is beginning of season 5, in some terms.
And of course, I sadly do not own anything!
SO THE STORY... enjoy!
"Mom, you seriously NEED to get out of the car." Rory was pulling the driver side door handle of Lorelai's jeep. She was wearing a maroon dress stopping just above her knees. It was slightly fitted till her middle and then opened to flow the rest of the way, resulting to be faintly ostentatiousness. While her mom was wearing white, just to piss off her mom, Emily Gilmore, since she knew Emily would never be caught dead in white after Labor Day.
Lorelai and Rory were the polar opposite of a tradition mother-daughter relationship. The duo would refer to one another as her best friend first. Lorelai had Rory when she was just a teenage and left her, as some would call it, privileged elite life as a Gilmore in Hartford society to raise her daughter by herself in a lovely small town called Stars Hollow. Lorelai felt stuck in that carbon copy life. The elite life was full of money and comforts but desperately lacked the importance of life. Stars Hollow was the epitome of a small town with happiness, joy, and love particularly dripping out of it. They may have moved there alone, but the town engulfed them and made it their home. Lorelei Leigh Gilmore the 3rd, typically known as Rory, had only occasionally been in the cold elite world of Hartford.
The Gilmores were among a small number of Hartford elite families that came from old money. Their ancestry could be traced to one of the limited people who got off the Mayflower. Rory was their only grandchild resulting in her eventually inheriting all of their highly successful insurance business. Though, the Lorelais couldn't care less about the inheritance. Rory had only begun talking to Richard and Emily when she was thirteen, starting high school, though she had met them a couple of times before that, which she didn't remember much. Emily had developed a relationship with Rory but not as much as Richard, who instantly bonded over their love of books. Richard and Rory had similar views on life in general but when they did disagree- they had great debates that they both enjoyed. Lorelai's feelings towards her parents had altered a lot throughout the years. When she was pregnant her parents had attempted pushing her to not have the baby after the Hayden's had refused to accept the unborn child, to save them from shame. Lorelai always being a strong willed person took off leaving everything behind. But now, after watching them fall in love with her daughter, she began believing they had changed.
Rory's father was Christopher Hayden, who was just a couple of months older than Lorelai; hence she was the granddaughter of the infamous Superior Judge Hayden and his wife Francine. The Haydens never acknowledged Rory and had talked to her twice throughout her entire life. Hayden was a very well known name in society, not only was he a Superior Court Judge but he owned shares in any companies being one of the richest names in Hartford, and that was truly hard to do. Judge Hayden had made it his personal mission to never have Rory associated to his family name in public, only close family knew about her relation to Chris. Chris was around, but for most of her life he was trying to figure out his own path. A few years ago, Chris settled down, in New York, in a stable relationship and had another daughter, Gigi.
"But I'm tired" Lorelai shouted from inside the locked jeep.
"Mom! It's cold and I think I'm scraping off the paint of your jeep with my nails here."
"Did you just call my jeep old and rusty?"
"What! Where did you get old and rusty from?" Rory now had given up on the handle and instead was rubbing her hands together, but still wasn't obtaining even close to enough heat.
"You said the paint was coming off, hence rusty and old. Plus,-" Lorelai was just beginning on an infamous rant before Rory interrupted.
"Mom! Seriously, I'm freezing!"
"Well I told you to get back into the jeep but you decided to go into Satan's Hell instead. I mean you haven't yet entered because I, your amazing mother, am literally saving your soul at this very moment..." she continued to go on but Rory had stopped listening and started a rant of her own.
Both ladies were getting a series of weird looks as they were parked in the front of the driveway of the Gilmore manor.
It was the annual Gilmore end of October party. Yes, it was Halloween. No, Emily would not call it a Halloween party. Rory and Lorelai hadn't been to one of these parties in eight years. The year they attended Rory was twelve and Christopher was suppose to be there.
Chris wasn't around much in Rory's childhood and she would jump at every opportunity to spend time with him, even if it was surrounded by high society. Chris hadn't shown and it ended up being the most dreadful Halloween for the Lorelais.
This year, Emily insisted Rory come to the party since she had turned twenty earlier that month and was now "too old to dress up in a silly outfit." Lorelai was going to argue but Rory stopped her and agreed to attend since she had spent her birthday in New York, away from her grandparents on a Friday.
Lorelai and Rory had a deal to have dinner with Emily and Richard every Friday in exchange for them paying for Chilton, Rory's high school, and Yale where she was going now. Emily deeply frowned upon them skipping Friday Night Dinners but she has been surprisingly accepting this whole year.
The mom daughter pair were creating a racket in the driveway as many high society families walked into the party completely ignoring them or giving them an ugly glare and continuing.
"You'd think my hands would generate enough heat to at least heat up my arms but no! Forget my arms- my legs are close to falling off. My legs have to be one of my top five most important body parts right, probably following after my head and thumbs eh? Hey! Maybe if I rub my legs together, like my hands, they will generate some amount of heat." Rory then holds on to the door again to stable herself in her highs, while rubbing her legs together.
A few guys were subconsciously walking around the car while arguing with one another and not noticing anything over their debate.
"Really Finn that was to be the one of the weakest comeback" one of the guys said.
"Aye mate can you be quieter, I have a nice buzz going from the limo and I don't wanna to ruin it. Especially when I'm still a good thirty minutes of greetings away from liquor," another said from the opposite side of the car, this one had an accent.
Lorelai from inside the car heard the accent, of course, and stopped her rant to find the source.
"WOAH! Who was that!?" she said as she quickly opened her door.
"Mom!"
-Author's Note-
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I've never written a story before and honestly I have no idea if it's any good? and if I should continue it?
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