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RoryGilmore · 06-05-2011, 11:47 PM

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Originally Posted by ZeldaGilroy

Welcome back Meghan! I hope you are enjoying your summer, and that you will find time to update your fic again soon! Great job as always!

Thanks, Billie, as always good to be back. I just got back from a Florida vacation with my boyfriend and sent him back up north today and am back to writing so hopefully more soon

RoryGilmore · 06-06-2011, 12:20 AM

We continued walking and I did most of the talking, I learned later that he was extremely became hard for me to keep him quiet at times. I was smitten with him, there is no doubt about that. To be honest, I did not have a lot of boys barking up my tree, so to speak since the thing with Brandon, and one may come to the conclusion that I was a tad bit desperate for some romantic attention from the male sex.

We saw each other every free moment we had from Christmas to January 20, 1988, the date that I returned to Peekskill, New York to begin the spring semester of my sophomore year. We met on Christmas day, but did not officially begin to date until December 29, 1987, I thought that this was a day that would stand out in my life, and it does, but for a completely different reason that I originally anticipated. We spent New Year’s together and he was my first kiss of 1988, and at this point I expected him to be my last.

The only flaw before returning to Peekskill was, I had yet to tell my mother, or any of my Peekskill friends. Annie was the only person that knew about Patrick, and that right there should have been my first warning. If I was in love with him, why had I not told any of my friends or even introduced him to my mother?

Normally, returning to Peekskill is something that I genuinely look forward to. As much as I do always enjoy vacations, I do miss my roommates, who are also my best friends. The four of us have lived together since my sophomore year in high school and now I really do not know anything different. It has gotten to the point to where it is almost weird for me to have an entire bedroom to myself as I do at home. But this year was different. Patrick made it different. He made it to where I wanted to transfer to a school in the city and leave not only my Peekskill life behind me but my normal New York life as well. I thought at the time that Patrick was all worth it.

Saying goodbye was really hard for me to do when it came to Patrick. We both promised to call each other three times a week as well as writing to one another daily. Even though he was scared as to how his writing abilities would match mine, I told him not to worry and told him that I would simply be happy reading something that was from him and he seemed extremely pleased with that answer. As I boarded my train to Peekskill at Grand Central Station after saying goodbye to my mother I pulled out a notebook and a pen and began my first letter.

RoryGilmore · 06-13-2011, 11:10 PM

January 17, 1988
Dear Patrick,
I just sat down on the train and already I find myself missing you, wishing I was back with you. I know you are not a fan of all the sneaking around that has been done, but for now I still believe that it is best this way. I am ashamed to admit that my mother would throw a fit if she knew the truth and I would receive a lecture out of this would including the line “Your father just turned over in his grave!” and at the start of a new semester, that is the last thing that I am prepared to hear. I don’t know if you realize this or not but I am incredibly focused when it comes to school. It is my dream to be a journalist so my major is very close to me and I want to do well so I would like to apologize in advance if school ever gets in the way of the two of us but I wish that you will understand. But with you starting classes on Tuesday as well I am sure that you do. I cannot wait for you to visit Peekskill and for me to be able to show you around “my town”. I am a New Yorker at heart do not get me wrong but I’ve been living in Peekskill for the past five years and sometimes I see it as more of a home than New York. For now at least, that could definitely change in the future depending on where life takes me. What happens with us, and of course, where the jobs are. I cannot wait for you to meet the other girls and for me to show you Edna’s Edibles, the store that I work at and live above. I am excited to share this part of my life with you, I want my friends to like and accept you, which unlike my mother I think they will. For now though, I should probably be reading one of my textbooks and taking notes if I’m ever going to be prepared for Tuesday.

Until next time

Natalie

I carefully tore the sheet of paper out of my notebook, getting all of the crinkly edges off it and neatly folded it up and slipped it inside my Journalism 220 textbook. I then flipped to Chapter 1 entitled “Newsworthy or Not” and began reading, jotting down notes as I went for the next half hour until the conductor announced that we were nearing Peekskill Station and I began to gather up my belongings and anxiously await being home.

06-06-2011, 12:20 AM	#32
RoryGilmore Always and Forever Forum Veteran Join Date: Oct 30, 2004 Location: Wherever he is, that's where I'll be Posts: 6,529	We continued walking and I did most of the talking, I learned later that he was extremely became hard for me to keep him quiet at times. I was smitten with him, there is no doubt about that. To be honest, I did not have a lot of boys barking up my tree, so to speak since the thing with Brandon, and one may come to the conclusion that I was a tad bit desperate for some romantic attention from the male sex. We saw each other every free moment we had from Christmas to January 20, 1988, the date that I returned to Peekskill, New York to begin the spring semester of my sophomore year. We met on Christmas day, but did not officially begin to date until December 29, 1987, I thought that this was a day that would stand out in my life, and it does, but for a completely different reason that I originally anticipated. We spent New Year’s together and he was my first kiss of 1988, and at this point I expected him to be my last. The only flaw before returning to Peekskill was, I had yet to tell my mother, or any of my Peekskill friends. Annie was the only person that knew about Patrick, and that right there should have been my first warning. If I was in love with him, why had I not told any of my friends or even introduced him to my mother? Normally, returning to Peekskill is something that I genuinely look forward to. As much as I do always enjoy vacations, I do miss my roommates, who are also my best friends. The four of us have lived together since my sophomore year in high school and now I really do not know anything different. It has gotten to the point to where it is almost weird for me to have an entire bedroom to myself as I do at home. But this year was different. Patrick made it different. He made it to where I wanted to transfer to a school in the city and leave not only my Peekskill life behind me but my normal New York life as well. I thought at the time that Patrick was all worth it. Saying goodbye was really hard for me to do when it came to Patrick. We both promised to call each other three times a week as well as writing to one another daily. Even though he was scared as to how his writing abilities would match mine, I told him not to worry and told him that I would simply be happy reading something that was from him and he seemed extremely pleased with that answer. As I boarded my train to Peekskill at Grand Central Station after saying goodbye to my mother I pulled out a notebook and a pen and began my first letter.

06-13-2011, 11:10 PM	#33
RoryGilmore Always and Forever Forum Veteran Join Date: Oct 30, 2004 Location: Wherever he is, that's where I'll be Posts: 6,529	January 17, 1988 Dear Patrick, I just sat down on the train and already I find myself missing you, wishing I was back with you. I know you are not a fan of all the sneaking around that has been done, but for now I still believe that it is best this way. I am ashamed to admit that my mother would throw a fit if she knew the truth and I would receive a lecture out of this would including the line “Your father just turned over in his grave!” and at the start of a new semester, that is the last thing that I am prepared to hear. I don’t know if you realize this or not but I am incredibly focused when it comes to school. It is my dream to be a journalist so my major is very close to me and I want to do well so I would like to apologize in advance if school ever gets in the way of the two of us but I wish that you will understand. But with you starting classes on Tuesday as well I am sure that you do. I cannot wait for you to visit Peekskill and for me to be able to show you around “my town”. I am a New Yorker at heart do not get me wrong but I’ve been living in Peekskill for the past five years and sometimes I see it as more of a home than New York. For now at least, that could definitely change in the future depending on where life takes me. What happens with us, and of course, where the jobs are. I cannot wait for you to meet the other girls and for me to show you Edna’s Edibles, the store that I work at and live above. I am excited to share this part of my life with you, I want my friends to like and accept you, which unlike my mother I think they will. For now though, I should probably be reading one of my textbooks and taking notes if I’m ever going to be prepared for Tuesday. Until next time Natalie I carefully tore the sheet of paper out of my notebook, getting all of the crinkly edges off it and neatly folded it up and slipped it inside my Journalism 220 textbook. I then flipped to Chapter 1 entitled “Newsworthy or Not” and began reading, jotting down notes as I went for the next half hour until the conductor announced that we were nearing Peekskill Station and I began to gather up my belongings and anxiously await being home.