In The Forgotten Gilmore, Alessia Gilmore grapples with adolescence in Stars Hollow, a town where gossip flows as freely as coffee at Luke's Diner. Overshadowed by her mother Lorelai's bond with twin sister Rory, Alessia finds solace in her irrevere...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Alessia didn't even realize she was speeding until she hit the outskirts of Harvard. Her knuckles were white against the steering wheel, her mind still reeling from the unexpected encounter with Jess. She couldn't stop picturing the way he looked—older, sharper, more handsome than she remembered. Her emotions were a tangled mess, bouncing between anger, confusion, and a weird, aching attraction she hated to admit.
She drove straight past her dorm, her mind already made up. She needed to talk to someone, to unload everything spinning in her head, and there was only one person she could think of. Beau. They'd been friends since high school, through all the chaos and drama, and she could always count on him to listen and give it to her straight.
Jess. Seeing him had thrown her off more than she wanted to admit. That familiar pang of hurt resurfaced, old wounds she thought had healed long ago. But then there was Logan. Logan, who was solid, reliable, and hers. He was safe, comfortable in a way Jess had never been. But Jess... Jess was something different, and she hated how he could still stir something inside her even now.
Beau's dorm was only a few hallways away from hers, and their friendship was easy, comfortable. No need for formalities like knocking when they were this close. She practically ran the whole way, the need to rant bubbling up in her chest, desperate to spill everything out loud before it consumed her.
She reached his door and, without hesitation, turned the handle and pushed it open.
What she saw next made her freeze in her tracks.
There, on the bed, was Riley. And he was on top of Beau, his shirt half-off, hands in Beau's hair, their bodies pressed close as they kissed. Passionately. Alessia's heart nearly stopped.
But instead of slipping away unnoticed, something inside Alessia snapped. Maybe it was the rollercoaster of emotions from seeing Jess, or maybe it was the frustration of being left out. Either way, the words were out before she could stop herself.
"Are you serious?" Her voice cut through the silence of the room, sharp and incredulous.
Riley and Beau flinched at the sound of her voice, jerking apart like they'd been shocked. Riley's eyes went wide as he scrambled off Beau, his face flushing crimson as he grabbed for his shirt. Beau's expression wasn't much better—he looked like he'd just been caught in the middle of a heist, his mouth opening and closing as if trying to form words.
"Alessia," Riley stammered, tugging his shirt down awkwardly, "This isn't—"
"Isn't what?" Alessia snapped, her emotions spiraling out of control. "What it looks like? Because it looks pretty damn clear from where I'm standing!"
Beau, still shirtless, ran a hand through his messy hair, clearly at a loss for words. He opened his mouth, then shut it, glancing at Riley like he hoped he'd know what to say.
"We were going to tell you," Riley finally managed, his voice still uneven. "We just... weren't ready yet."
Alessia's chest heaved as she tried to process it all. The betrayal she hadn't even realized she could feel until this moment burned in her gut. Not because they were together—she wasn't that kind of friend—but because they hadn't told her. They'd kept it from her.
"How long?" she demanded, her voice rough. "How long have you been sneaking around like this behind my back?"
Beau flinched, sitting up straighter, his eyes apologetic. "A couple of months," he admitted softly, his gaze flickering between her and Riley. "We didn't mean to hide it from you, but—"
"But what?" Alessia interrupted, her voice rising. "I'm your friend. Do you know the shit I've been going through? And this whole time you've been keeping this from me? What, did you think I couldn't handle it?"
Riley stood up from the bed, hands raised in a placating gesture. "No, it wasn't like that. We didn't want to lie, we just—didn't know how to tell you."
Alessia stared at them both, her chest tight. All the frustration from earlier, from seeing Jess, from being thrown into an emotional spiral, came crashing down all at once.
"Unbelievable," she muttered, shaking her head. "I don't know why I even came here."
Without waiting for their response, she spun on her heel and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. The sound echoed in the hallway, her footsteps quick as she hurried away. She didn't stop until she was back in her own dorm, alone with nothing but her thoughts and the mess of emotions swirling inside her.
She had come to Beau to escape her confusion, to get away from the chaos in her head. But now, everything just felt even more tangled.
————————— AN: Honestly can't defend her right now...
(I lied, yes i can)
She probably feels like this because of how left out she was in her childhood and then when Isabella didn't tell her that Rory and Jess kissed and then again now. I feel like she just hates being out of the loop or feeling like someone isn't comfortable enough to confide in her. Anyways character development for a lot of characters coming soon;)
