Title:
Leaving Normal

Author: Amira

Disclaimer: Gilmore Girls and its characters belong to Amy Sherman Palladino for Dorothy Parker Drank Here Productions and Hofflund/Polone in association with the CW network. I don't own them, if I did Tristan would be all mine.

Rating: Probably T for now but possibly M eventually.

Summary: A moment happens and before you know it your life is changed forever. You're changed. The infamous kiss shared between Rory and Tristan stirs up something more than they both could have possibly imagined. Trory.

AN (1): This is my first attempt at fanfiction, let alone a Gilmore Girl piece, so be gentle please!

(2): Both Rory and Tristan will appear to be a little OOC. But it's a story so I'm making use of my creative license. Prologue is in Rory's point of
view, but will be changing for later chapters.

(3): The first two lines are from the awesome show that is Grey's anatomy.

Reviews: Greatly appreciated!



Leaving Normal


Prologue: Moments


It's been a long time since I've seen
the high plains of Expectation
and I'm way past the lowlands
and the deserts of Failure and Doubt
and the last time I passed through Satisfaction
I didn't recognize a single soul there,
now I'm leaving Normal
and I'm heading for who knows where.


There are these moments. Moments in a split second and your life is changed forever. And before you know it, you're somewhere else.


Everything's different and you wonder how you ended up here.


How it did come to this?


What makes one moment stand out more than another? Naturally, there are the big blatant ones.


As long as I can remember I've just been the small town girl. Just me and my mom. But then all of a sudden this letter comes and it grants me access to this whole other world. High society and the land of the privileged. And in that second of my hand opening that envelope, my life was different.


But sometimes, just sometimes, it's the smaller ones that you don't expect that get you. There is a breach in time. The brain perceives a place where moments stretch into what becomes hours. Every second is infinitesimal, but elevated to a mammoth sequence when life runs before your eyes, and somehow everything is changed.


Not only is everything changed, but in particular so are you.


I had one such moment. And because of it I've been going through all these feelings. And I know that I'm changing. And a part of me doesn't want to change. A part me of wants to remain that same innocent young girl. That girl who's mother is her best friend and tells her absolutely everything. That girl who once at aged 10 went around wearing feathered angel wings going door-to-door inviting people to a caterpillar's funeral. But at the same time these feelings are strong. They're dangerous and overwhelming … and they're undeniable.


And now?


Everything's different. And I don't know how to go back.


More importantly, I don't think I want to.


It was just a kiss.



End Author's Note: I know. Short. But I promise the good stuff will be coming. -- Amira.