miss americana | gilmore girls

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"So, how thick was the Yale envelope?" Mary questioned Harley as they waited for Paris' college application seminar to start. "Gorgeously. Every sheet was cardstock." Harley gushed.

"FIT's application is depressingly long." Piper let out something that was a mix between a yawn and a sigh from where she sat on the other side of Mary. "She thought she'd get away with just mailing them a copy of her Vogue magazine cover feature." Connor giggled as he tossed his arm around Harley's shoulder, giving Piper a teasing smirk as he looked over at the blonde.

"She might as well. They're not saying no to The Piper Hart. Hell, I say we skip this assembly and go celebrate the fact that we're spoiled little brats in a Paris-free zone."

"Yeah, you guys have fun with that. Harley and I will be here in the real world." Daniel scoffed from his seat in front of Mary.

"Better make sure that new money doesn't run out any time soon." Piper snickered as Connor flicked the boy in the back of his head.

"Hey!" He threw Connor a glare, which only made the boy giggle. "Public school failed you, Carter boy." Connor let out a boyish giggle. "But, he raises a good point."

"Which is?'

"We should have brought refreshments to this snooze fest."

"I've got some party favors tucked away in my locker. You know, for a rainy day." Carter gave Connor a mischievous, daring smile, which contrasted greatly with Harley's frown. "Hey. Rory put a lot of work into today." Harley reminded her friends. "Plus it's too late in the school year to gamble with being kicked out for getting plastered at a college application seminar." Mary weighed in.

"Awe, come on. We're just daydreaming, Goldie." Connor reassured. "We'll be on our best behavior napping through the next two hours. Promise." Harley scoffed in reply as the rest of the group broke off into their own conversations. "You're really not interested in what they'll say? Not even a little?"

"Carter might have been a little overzealous, but he's right. I don't need some jerkoff in a cheap suit to tell me how to be prestigious."

"That's incredibly pretentious."

"I'm a Blythe. I was born pretentious. It's in my blood." He shrugged. "Pretentiousness is typically followed by another not-nice adjective."

"Jerk?" His brow cocked in amusement. "I was thinking 'asshole' but that works too."

"Look, I'm not saying it's right."

"It's not." She declared before he could continue. "It's not. I know. I'm sorry."

"They're about to begin." Harley sat back in her seat, arms crossed as she stared up at her sister. Connor took her hand and kissed it, but that did little to soothe her suddenly sour mood.

However, by the end of the day, she was feeling so much better about her odds than her sister.

"I'm not getting into Harvard," Rory announced as she led Harley into her grandfather's study. "What? Who says?"

"Well, she's completely unprepared, and has no original thoughts!" Harley snickered, pleasantly surprised that her academic laziness had suddenly turned into a good thing. "It's true." Rory cried. "No, no, don't blame yourself, it's not you. It's those jerks at Harvard. I hate them!"