It was strange that I felt disappointed throughout the whole tour of Yale. It was what I've been dreaming of since I could talk. Yet here I was, feeling not even one ounce of excitement. The place was beautiful, that was for sure. The classes were amazing and everything.

But for some reason, it didn't live up to my expectations. Wait, that made me sound like a bitch. What I mean is, I've been thinking about it for so long, that I think I expected more. Y'know?

It's like when you've been waiting for something for so long that you start to imagine it in your head. You completely ignore the factual parts of it because you just want it so bad that you begin to make up your own version of it. The version that would fit you best.

But my mother just looked so happy and exited that I couldn't bring myself to voice my concerns. I mean, I didn't have to decide anything now. I'll still give Yale a chance.

My grandparents, along with my mum and I followed our tour guide towards what must be the law building. Rory and her family had split off to a different part, where they could talk more about her journalism.

"And over here is the law building," our tour guide, a man in his late 20's told us as he pointed to a building that looked a lot like the Notre-Dame Cathedral. Just with a lot more pointy stuff at the top. It looked ancient but in a slightly good way. It looked like it was three stories high and as wide as my grandparents house.

"So do you get a lot of internship offers from the top law firms?" My grandmother asked from behind me with her hand on my shoulder.

The tour guide, whose name I've forgotten, looked slightly less than pleased at her question. "We most certainly do, but most of them are all the way out in New York. Although we do get some from Connecticut."

His answer seemed to add to my disappointment. If most of the internships were all the way in New York, it'd be a lot harder to have to study here. But this was what I wanted, it's what I've been waiting for. Yale, it was my goal in life. My grandfather made a sigh from beside my mother that signalled his disapproval of the answer. He was one of those guys the could singlehandedly ruin your career with one look but on the inside he was a one big old softie.

"Well, uh, let's continue the tour." The tour guide said uneasily at the unimpressed stance both my grandparents took. They could be the scariest pair ever when they try.

~~~

"It was very nice of Richard to set up that interview for you and Rory, wasn't it?" My grandmother commented from the passenger seat of the car on the way back from Stars Hollow.

Richard had set up a surprise interview, mainly for Rory, but had been nice enough to give me one as well. The interview went smoothly, but I just wished that I had been told beforehand. I didn't like being unprepared, it made me freak out a lot.

"It was very nice of him," I answered my grandmother from the backseat beside my mother.

My mother crossed her arms over her chest. "He should've told us," she muttered. She didn't like being kept in the dark, especially when it came to important things. Must be where I got it from.

"Maybe you should do an interview at Cambridge." My grandfather chimed in.

"Papa," my mum scolded from beside me.

My grandfather sent my mum a look from the review mirror. "What?" He asked innocently. "Cassie won't mind will you?" He aimed at me.

I didn't really wanna go. But I couldn't exactly say that. So I said something that was in the middle of a 'yes' and an 'I don't know'. It came out sounding a lot like an "Eh?"

Thankfully, my mother noticed my hesitance and answered for me. "I don't think it's a good idea, Pa." She told him. "Cassie needs to stay in school and all that."

"Well, I'm sure we can talk Alaric into coming down here." My grandmother added with a grin.

"He did always want to spend autumn here," my grandfather agrees.

My mother leaned forward in her seat. "Wait a minute."

"In fact," my grandmother begins with a proud smile. "Grace and Horace from Oxford could pop into town."

Taking his eyes of the road for a second, my grandfather turns toward her. "That's a wonderful idea, we haven't seen them in ages."

"Did none of you hear what I just said?" My mother exclaims, catching their attention. "We don't need that."

"Well, it's not your choice, is it?" My grandmother raised an eyebrow. "What do you think? Cassie, darling?"

I look toward my mother for help but she just shrugs in response. "I-uh," I began to think of I way to say no without hurting their feelings. "It's, a good idea but-"

I got cut off by my grandfather. "Wonderful!" He says happily.

"That's not what-"

My grandmother turns around in her seat to face me. "You have no idea how happy this makes us," she says, guilt tripping me. "To have our only grandchild to follow in our footsteps."

Deciding that there was no way out of this without making my grandmother cry -she was unbelievably sensitive- I sent them a grim smile. "Of course, Nana."

~~~

My mum and I sat the kitchen table in our house with the lights on. We had a plate of cookies between us as we munched on them. The tv was playing in the living room but neither of us paid any attention to it.

"What was that whole thing in the car?" She asked me accusingly. "You fought me so hard on those schools the other day and now suddenly you don't mind going interviews?"

I sigh as I munch on the cookie. "You know how I get," I try to explain. "They just looked so happy when I say yes. Then Nana pulled the whole 'only grandchild' thing."

"I can tell her not too," my mum offered as she brushed some hair out of her eyes.

I shake my head at her. "We can't, it's too late."

We both sit in silence for a couple of minutes. The only source of sound between us is the muffled chewing coming from out mouths.

"Enough with the bad," my mum started as I finished off what was left on the plate. "What did you think of Yale?"

I couldn't exactly tell her how I really felt. How I didn't feel the same excitement she did when we stepped on campus. How I was rethinking my entire life decisions based on one stupid visit. So I lied.

"It was great," I lied avoiding her gaze. According to her, I had a tell when I lied. I always thought that it wasn't true, since I've lied quite a lot and have gotten away with it. But I didn't wanna take any chances right now. "It looked cool."

"Yeah, especially the law building." My mum seemed even more excited than me with her wide brown eyes and big smile. "I'm sure you'll love it there."

"Mhm," I responded with my eyes still on the table as I trace the water stains on the wood.

My mum called my name quietly. "You do like it there, right?" She met my eyes with a compelling look. "It's your choice, y'know."

"Right, yeah. I know," I quickly say all at once. "It's cool." I felt like I said that before but I couldn't remember. My mind was too focused on lying my way through this.

"You sure?" My mum questioned with a worried look. "You just seemed pretty worried, anything I should know about?"

I dismiss her question with a wave of my hand. "It's nothing, just worried that I won't get it." I lied again.

"Oh, it's alright." She comforted me as she reached across the table to put her hand over mine. "You'll get in, you've got the grades and everything. You have nothing to worry about."

I nodded along to her words. Despite what I told her being a lie, her words really did make me feel better. I guess it was just a motherly thing.

"Thanks," I mumbled with a small smile. "I think I'm gonna head up to bed," I say as I stand up from the chair.

She cast me a slight frown. "But we haven't had dinner yet."

"It's fine," I tell her. "I'm full from all the cookies," I gesture towards the empty plate that was littered with crumbs.

I head towards her and give her cheek a small kiss. "Goodnight," I smile softly before heading up to my room.

As I close the door behind me I began to think about how I felt during the whole tour of Yale. It was a strange feeling that I never expected to have from one of the places I've been waiting to go since I was a kid. Was it because of the place itself? Or the fact that I wouldn't get a lot of good opportunities in Connecticut. But I was gonna move to New York anyways. So then why didn't I just go to a college in New York?

Hold on a damn minute. Who said anything about going to school in New York? Oh wait, I did. This is all happening in my head. But it just made sense to go to school in New York. It had a lot of amazing opportunities, especially for law school. It's the place that was full of businesses and problems ready for me to solve.

But I could still get amazing opportunities if I go to Yale. It was an Ivy League school after all. But then again, Columbia was an Ivy League school too. Plus, it was in New York. However, this is Yale we're talking about. Yale. The place that I've been dreaming of since I was a kid. But people grow up and people change. Maybe I grew up and decided that Yale wasn't for me.

I had a lot of options though. And I didn't even know if I would get into any of the schools I applied to. I would just have to wait. I didn't have to figure it all out now, I had time. Not much time, but still some time.

I was brought out of my horrible, horrible thoughts by a knock on the window. My head snapped towards it to see Jess standing on the ladder with a grin on his face.

With a smile on my face, I headed towards him and opened the window. I let him in with a smile as he kissed me softly.

"Hi," he said with a smirk. Instead of answering him I flopped onto my bed face first. I made a few groaning noises as I heard him laugh as I felt the bed dip as he took a seat beside me. "Bad day?" He asked.

I turned on my back and looked up at him with a pout. "More like an unbelievably confusing day."

"Wanna tell me about it?" He offered with an inviting smile. His dark jacket was ruffled slightly from the climb.

I shake my head at him. "It's a long story and you don't wanna hear it."

"What kind of boyfriend would I be if I don't listen to your problems?" He raised an eyebrow at me. A strand of his dark hair falling out of place.

I sit up straight in by bed. "Are you sure? Cause it had a lot of inner monologue."

"I'm sure," he tells me with a kiss on the forehead.

"How did I get so lucky?" I murmured to myself before diving into my problems for the day.