Author: MiraxCorran

Summary: This is just a series of one-shots showing Lorelai and Rory's thoughts at moments that changed their lives - even if they don't know it, and thinking about those same moments.

Chronicles of Two Lorelais -- Part One

Rory Gilmore—Age 12

I can't find my shoes! I push open my bedroom door—my bedroom!—and dig through my closet.

"Rory, hurry up! You have to see this coffee place I found!"

Mom's found some new and supposedly fabulous. Duke's Diner, I think is what she called it.

I return to my quest for a pair of sneakers.

It's really odd how little time it took me to get used to our house. Mom and me moved in a year ago, but it feels like we've been here forever.

I've lived in an old potting shed most of my life—actually, all up it up to last year! It seems like getting used to big, two-story house would take long. The house has walls inside: the bathroom is a separate room, there is extra space!

Extra space is totally new to me. I don't know what it's like. That potting shed was tiny. Minuscule! I wasn't really big enough to ever be a home, but we lived there for eleven years.

I love this house. It's beautiful, because I know how hard Mom worked to get the money for it.

I love it, but sometimes, sometimes I miss the potting shed. I miss sitting outside and watching the pong. I miss the feeling of closeness that I would get from that tiny building.

But more than anything, I miss the nights that we weren't in the shed.

Sometimes, on winter's coldest nights, if the Inn wasn't full, me and Mom would be allowed to sleep in an empty room. Sure, they were never the biggest and nicest room, but there was a thrill you got from seeing a TV, or a bathroom with real walls.

I know that that's normal to most people, but it's always been as treat to me. The past year has been a constant tread.

"Thanks for everything, Mom," Rory I whisper.

"Rory! I want coffee, now!"

"Coming, Mom."

I smile just a little. I could never have asked for a better mother. Never, no one.