#gilmor

"It's a — " Complicated? Private? All of the above? Robert smiles, a tight, uneasy thing, abandoning the strewn papers and illegible notes. And remembers his research, a myriad of dead-end questions, poorly phrased and deserted, heaped on the floor by his bed. It has been a stressful couple of months, to say the least. But to Rory Gilmore, all he offers is a vague explanation, a half-truth. "D.C. A research leave."

kj looks down, bashful in a way she hasn't felt since she was young, her cheeks warmed by a blush and soft laughter following the words. it's a compliment, one that kj is honored to hear and certainly doesn't take lightly, but it's a also a harsh reminder of what she's lacking from her own mother. she loves her, and kj doesn't take that for granted, but she's also too aware that the love she has for her daughter isn't about the person that kj is today; it's about the person her mother expects her to be.

she's sure that there's more to rory's mother than kj can understand, too, but she can't help but long for a relationship like theirs  —  at least that kj can see from the outside.

she had to admit — these mixers that brought the students of yale and harvard together were some of elle's favorite events of the year. she didn't care much about the big football game itself, but socializing and making friends had always been her forté, as well as one of her favorite things to do. elle sips at her drink, bright and friendly blue eyes scanning around the mess hall, before they land on a yale girl standing by the wall. elle audibly gasps, stepping up to the other as she points at the girl's shirt with a manicured finger. 'oh my gosh — i love your sweater! where did you get it? it looks vintage — i love a good retro find,' @gilmor.

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"What," his lips tilt up in an easy smirk; Tyler is unable to help himself. It's too easy, too fun. Raising the beer bottle to his lips, offering a wink right before his lips parts, he continues, "I wear you out already?"

To Gilmore's credit, it's likely that he has - up early in dawn light for a debriefing before the team sped past the rest of the gathered storm chasers, all hoping to catch something good, they had spent the day chasing after several cells. He had even given her the full experience, having her strap in the front seat to ride through a small tornado.

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two lives colliding, separate halves becoming whole. it's always an impossible balance when rory comes to visit him at school, simultaneously trying to remember his origin and the expectations that he's always consistently met at college. getting mindless quips from his teammates that he's whipped or comments about have you hit it yet? is unavoidable. he shakes them off, seasoned at ignoring, always with an eye roll and a pushback about how we're just friends. and it's the truth. half-truth, because they're best friends. at least, she's his best friend. and even though a night where rory comes and visits always ends with her making a remark about his personality around his friends, it'd always be worth it. especially because she says it with a smile.

it's another night where she's come up to visit, a small party taking place in his fraternity house. ( not uncommon, there's usually always something going on, even if it's a tuesday night. ) stays relatively close to rory until his attention is pulled for a keg stand that he can never morally deny, stolen by a blonde with a revealing top and a flirtatious laugh soon after. how his nights usually go are drink, find a girl, drink more. in that order. but with rory here, and not in his sight, he finds his thoughts gravitating towards her whereabouts more than the girl who throws herself at him unabashedly, manicured nails running up his arm. while normally something he'd take without hesitation, he offers her a kind smile, a dismissive i'll be right back, and goes to search. no intention on going back.

it's on his search that he finds rory with one of his frat brothers, jeff, trailing behind him up the stairs long staircase to where the second floor bedrooms are placed. brows furrow, heart pounds, and he pushes through the crowd to catch up.