last chapter. aren't you sad? I might do a sequal but I don't think this
story needs one. my next story should be up in a couple of weeks. thank
you everyone for all of your reviews! i love you to pieces.
disclaimer: this show is still not mine, and i am no closer to owning
it now than when i posted this story a couple of weeks ago.
chapter 23: The Way Things are Supposed to Be.
Rory pulled up to the big house that was so familiar to her.
She practically ran to the door to ring the doorbell. It was hard for
her to remember why she and her mother used to always fight over who
had to do the horrible task of announcing their presence. Now she was
so happy to be moving in. She had missed her grandparents after all.
"Rory!" Emily said, opening the door herself.
"Grandma!" Rory answered, running into your arms. "Where's the
maid?" she asked.
"I'm actually interviewing one later. Come on in. Where are
all your boxes and such?" She asked as she ushered Rory into the
"The movers truck should be here soon. I think they got lost
about an hour ago."
"I can't believe you've made that miserable drive three times
in one week. Didn't Tristan drive with you here? Where is he?" Emily
said, looking outside.
"He saw Grandpa outside and they're talking," Rory answered.
She was grateful that she had Tristan's company on the drive to Hartford.
In fact, he had never even gone home. It had only been two days since
they had decided Rory was moving, and Tristan had stayed to help her
"Well I can't wait until he comes inside. I haven't seen that
boy since he was a baby and I was visiting his grandmother."
"Well I think you'll be seeing him a lot Grandma," Rory said
"Good. Tell him he is always welcome here."
"I will." Rory looked around the familiar house. She was so
happy to be back in Connecticut. Her grandfather had gotten her back
into Chilton and she would be starting tomorrow, bright and early.
It was definitely good to be back home.
Well, it was almost home. Only one thing was missing, Lorleai.
Looking around her grandparent's house she felt like a traitor, leaving
her mom hundreds of miles away to go live with the people Lorelai had
worked her whole life to get away from.
Rory felt sick to her stomach.
The doorbell rang for the fifth time, and still no one had
moved to answer it. Rory couldn't handle it anymore. She got out of bed
and grimaced at the clock which only read one fifteen.
By the time she walked the distance of the hall, she had
counted at least nine rings of the doorbell. Rory opened the heavy door
and her mouth fell open in shock at the figure.
"Jeez, bad service around here."
"Mom?" Rory cried.
"Hey hon. I thought I was going to stand out here forever. God
"Come in. What are you doing here?"
"Well, I better wait until morning, you're going to scream and
wake the whole house up," Lorelai said.
"I'm pretty sure everyone is awake by now. That doorbell can
be heard from China," Rory said.
"Yah, well not if you are Richard and Emily. They sleep heavier
than a rock."
"A rock? Who came up with that saying?" Rory asked.
"Me. The caffeine is wearing off."
"I see. Now tell me why you're hear," she begged.
"Well, I spent all day on the phone with the real estate agent,"
"Go on," Rory prompted when Lorelai paused.
"And I'm selling the inn."
"You're what!" Rory cried. "Mom you can't do that! It's always
been your dream to have your own inn."
"But the timing isn't right. So anyway there's more."
"I bought our house back."
"In Stars Hollow," Lorelai told her.
"Oh My GOD!" Rory yelled. "You didn't?" Lorelai nodded. "This
is so great. Luke's coffee, here we come!"
Rory sat in her room, looking around contentedly. She had just
finished putting up all of her old posters and shelving her books.
Everything was exactly the same way she remembered her room, except for
the new pictures she added.
Around the room was pictures of her and Tristan. Pictures that
she smiled at whenever she looked at them. She figured that even though
moving to North Carolina was probably the hardest thing she ever had
to do, it was the best in the long run. After all, it brought her to
Tristan, and without that storm, they would probably never have ended
The doorbell rang and Rory raced to answer it.
"Hey Tris," she said, smiling when she saw the familiar face.
He smiled back and pulled her into a long kiss.
Lorelai pulled into the driveway. She had been out doing errands.
Lorelai looked around at their house and the town that she had come to
love so much over the years. She stopped to watch Rory and Tristan.
"This is definitely the way things are supposed to be," she said
And she couldn't have been more right.
a/n: what about rory's 3 wish? well, if u really care that much than
ill write a sequel, but i really don't think i need to, cuz her life
is going pretty well right now. but u never know, when genius strikes
i just might write part 2.