Disclaimer: Gilmore Girls, its contents, characters and situations are the property of WB, Amy and Daniel Palladino, its writers, directors and producers. The fanfic situations used are borrowed from within the series and are not meant to be spoilers. Hope you enjoy the story!

A/N: Prequels: "The Miseducation of Rory Leigh" , "The Trouble with In-Breds" and "All Grown Up and Nowhere to Go"

A/N Part Deux: To all my readers, Thanks guys. YOU ROCK! I wouldn't have gotten this far without your thoughts and comments. I just hope you are all enjoying the interactions taking place in this tangled spider web. The Trory action is a little bit down the line but I promise that our hero and heroine will get together. Just give them time to grow up. Have fun and hope to hear from all of you soon!


Rory woke up to the sound of her alarm clock blaring in her ear. It was six fifteen and she was not a happy camper. On cue, Paris walked into the room, bounced on Rory's bed by sitting on it.

"Get up, Gilmore, or we won't have a table at the dining hall," Paris informed her.

"Get away from me, Satan!" Rory called out to her roommate, stuffing her head under the pillow.

"I am not going to be the reason why your metabolism would be slowing down midday," Paris threatened.

"I don't care!" Rory wailed.

Paris started her breakfast kick after Asher Flemming's demise. She was a mess. When her mourning stage passed, she decided to dump her life coach and her arts and crafts projects. She said she had to commit something more fulfilling and life satisfying. She started taking yoga classes and now she believed that her chi is connected with her "grazing" schedule. Not that it stopped her from eating doughnuts when she's stressed or the fact that she downs triple shot double mochas made with soy milk like there was no tomorrow.

"Rory!" Paris called her out with a singsong voice. "Scrambled eggs are calling your name."

The thought of eggs made Rory's stomach churn. She used to like them. Now the thought just revolted her. "No!" Rory retorted.

"Fine!" Paris replied. She finally got off Rory's bed. "You'll be sorry come nine o'clock."

"I'll take my chances," Rory answered back.

Paris slammed the door behind her.

This was something Rory missed: normalcy.

It had been two weeks since the semester started. She was ecstatic that she pretty much had a four-day school schedule. She didn't mind that the classes were longer but it gave her time to focus on her assignments and projects for a longer stretch than the usual two-day routine.

She liked the fact that she and Paris were back to bickering. The night before, both stayed up late to finish reviewing for a class they finally had together. The familiarity of a schedule helped Rory focus on things that are non-family related. Not that she hated family... She was just glad to be away for a while.

Her grandparents had not reconciled since she and her grandmother returned from Europe. In fact, her grandfather apparently relished the silence. He had been doing better since his recent visit to the hospital and took up on her offer to go to California for some golf therapy. He was too happy to share the information he golfed right after Tiger Woods in Carmel.

Then there was her mother. Rory had become one-shot Jenny in answering her mother's questions recently. Lorelai did not appreciate it but she tried to keep the lines of communication open between them. Rory missed their once comfortable relationship but she knew she had to deal with her issues first before she can apologize and confide to her mother like before.

Lastly, there was Lane. She was not pleased to find out that she was the only legal virgin left in Stars Hollow. She was incensed to find out that Rory gave up her V-card to Dean.

"A married man, Rory. How could you?" she cried out.

Needless to say, she and Lane had a distant relationship for a couple of days. Their last conversations seem to warm up to something that was akin to their old selves but it would be a long time before they would be close again.

The blaring of the radio in the common area made Rory jump out of her bed.

"Okay, okay, I'm up, Paris. Are you happy?" Rory said, disgruntled that she was out of her bed way too early for her nine o'clock class.

Paris probably didn't hear her. The music was making the walls thump. Rory grumbled and pulled a pair or Aeropostale jogging pants from her bureau. She slipped on the matching top and pulled her hair up in a ponytail.

Seconds later, an angry Paris strode into her room once more.

"What did I say, Rory? No guests until the afternoon," she huffed.

Rory shot her a bewildered look. "What are you..." Rory stopped talking when she saw the standing figure at the front door. "Graham!"

Rory took a running jump into Graham's arms hugging the brunette tightly. "I missed you!"

"I missed you, too, Squirt," he said, laying a kiss on her cheek. He held her in his arms in a giant bear hug.

"Squirt? When did I become a squirt?" Rory asked letting go of the man before her.

"When I got envious that my cousin gave you a nickname. I can't let him win," he responded as he handed her a grande Starbucks paper cup. Since her second trip to the Catskills, Rory and Graham made a pact that a certain someone named Tristin would not be mentioned ever again. To Graham, it was petty. To Rory, it was her only coping mechanism to let him go.

"Hazelnut mocha?" Rory asked.

"Your favorite," he said smiling back.

"You're the best!" Rory replied, giving him another hug.

"Uhm, I hate to break this Party of Five moment but some of us have better things to do than watch liquid sugar crystallize," Paris fumed.

"Oh, where are my manners!" Rory quipped. "Paris, meet a good friend of mine, Graham Sullivan. Graham, my roommate, Paris Geller."

"Nice meeting you," Graham responded offering her his hand.

"Likewise," Paris said, eyeing the man from head to toe in distain. She purposefully avoided shaking the extended hand. "So, are we going to breakfast?"

Rory looked at Graham. "Do you want to join us?"

"Sure," Graham accepted the invitation.

"Let's go before the French toast disappears," Paris ordered as she pushed Graham away from her path.