The Mess We Became

A/N: I hope more than you that this story doesn't flop. I really appreciated the reviews on my other story and I also wouldn't mind for more people to read and review there (as well as here) ;). Honest reviews appreciated above all.

Disclaimer: I think I own Amber…though I'm not sure really. I don't claim her to be exclusively mine, anyone can use her. I just invented her. So I guess I'll say I own NOTHING.

Summary (kinda):This is a future fic that takes place when Rory is 25. She lives in New York City and...well this is hopefully going to be decent length RoryJess fanfic. Everything on the show happened. All the major questions I failed to answer in this summary ,and I am sure there are atleast a few,will be answered throughout the story...hopefully. If there is something that you really don't get, feel free to question in your review. (I'm sorry if half that summary souded like a author's note.)

:D Enjoy!


"I love you," he said and then slowly walked to his car.

"I love you too Jess!" Rory yelled so he turned and looked at her. His eyes unsure of what to do now, apparently not expecting to her to say it back.

She ran to him and threw her arms around his neck. It was true happiness, though in an unreal way. She couldn't put her finger on what it was, it seemed…too perfect to be real. Though, he was right there, it's real. She could feel his strong arms holding her, this wasn't some cruel hallucination.

The experience seemed vaguely familiar…though just vaguely. That's when a shrill noise threw her train of thought haywire and all disappeared.

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"Argh!" Rory was in a cold sweat. She didn't want to move. Actually she did; she wanted to slaughter her alarm clock. She wanted it to have a long, cruel death. That's when she remembered she could legally do so because it's an inanimate object.

"Ha." She got up and pounded her fist on the inconsiderate objectto shut it up. "Inanimate object. Ha. You stupid inanimate object…I bet you don't even know what that means! That's how stupid you are!Ha!" Her menial but quiet muttering to the clock quickly turned to ridiculously vicious yells at the alarm clock. She was now laughing insanely with a grin plastered across her face, eyes narrowed at her alarm clock. The cheap, electronic, and unpleasant box that she called an alarm clock was now being suspended in mid air by her. "Oh I've got you now! You little..."

Rory stopped immediately. As she grew up, she became more like her mother, which meant quite a bit of her sanity trickled away. Though, she felt she went a little over the top this time. She knew she'd crack eventually, all Gilmores did eventually...ordid her mom mean death? What did it matter anyway? One happens frequently and the latter will eventually. Sooner than later according to Luke's expertise analysis on her daily diet. She sighed and turned around and her expression was quickly transformed into one of horror and embarrassment.

There, in the doorway, stood Amber, her friend who she shared the rather small apartment with. It's not easy to not be heard here because of the close proximity of the four small rooms.Even though she was turned to the side so her wavy black hair covers her face Rory found it easy to tellthat Amberhad athoroughly amused look on her face as she leaned on the doorframe. Amber stifled a laugh and put on a look of feigned worry and said "The little men in white coats are your friends. Do whatever they say and I won't have to tell them about the attempted murder." She motioned to Rory, then the clock that Rory was putting down as she spoke. Rory looked sheepishly at the clock and Amber walked out in a fit of laughter. Apparently, she heard it all.

"Are you crazy?" Rory asked herself outloud. Well, she was talking to herself. "Probably."

Ouch. Something about the words stung her than it struck her. She hadn't thought about him forever...unless she was to count less than 10 minutes ago in her dream. She played andreplayed the dream over and over in her head, the shrilly annoying noises of the clock still interrupting her thoughts.

She beat her fist on the clock which, which shut it up and she sat there dwelling on the dream.Had she dreamt that for a reason? Was this what she should've done almost 5 years ago? No, it was only a dream. That's when she started repeating 'It's only a dream' a thousand times. For some reason Rory felt slighly unconvinced, she looked at her hands which had been clinging to his neck, then touched her back for maybe a sign that he had held her. She could still smell his wonderful scent in her nose. She hit herself with a pillow and recollected herself. "Get a grip Gilmore." She looked at herself in the mirror and scowled, "Also stop talking to yourself...starting...now!" She blinked at her reflection and plopped down on her bed once more.

Rory was smart, a Yale graduate really, so she knew that dreams can be your most subconscious thoughts. Dreams can be the best-kept secrets of the mind so did that mean…no. She stopped herself. No it meant that out in the middle of some far off region in her mind there was Jess. Besides, it's not like she asked him to be in there. Now she was just sounding damn silly. "Like you weren't before..." She realized she was doin it again. "Ugh!" Rory really needed to talk to someone that wasn't herself. She needed to talk to the woman from whom she got her last name...well one of the woman from whom she got her last name.

Rory looked at her clock, it read 7:45. She knew mom and Luke would be working and Peter would be at school by now though she dialed the numbers anyway. She could speak to the answering machine. It's pathetic though that's one step up from insane.

"Hello you have reached the residence of the once lonely spinster and her Lukey Pookie Pie! And you can't forget our Petey Weetie Poo! (Whining is heard from somewhere.) No, honey I didn't mean you're a piece of poo. Um…leave a message when the machine swears at you." -BEEP-

"Hey! It's me; sorry I haven't called for a while. I've been really busy with work. So I just wanted to say hi and call anytime. I hope you're good…I'm…good. I'll talk to you later, love you guys."

She and her mom always did dream analysis with some of their more vivid dreams though she thought this is something best not told.Most ofher imaginary scenarios for what her mom would say ended with her mom flat on the floor and Rory speaking into a dial tone. Rory felt mildly defeated. A cold shower…that's what she needed.

Amber saw Rory coming out of the bathroom with wet hair and grinned at her. "You're aware Hanson, your boss, the guy that has control of your work status, gets rather…what's the word? Oh yes, mad, when employees come in looking like wet dogs. I believe he says it 'diminishes the pro-'"

Rory glared at Amber, "Point? It's Sunday, my day off and have a no- " She stares at the wall for a second and then comes to realization, "Meeting! Oh no, I'm late! The meeting, it's in 5 minutes!"

"Glad you caught on! I'm guessing you didn't even think of why your alarm was on today…"

"Ugh! Alarm! Stupid!" Rory ran into her room, grabbed her jacket and ran out. Though, she ran back in and opened her window. Amber watched her confused though she snickered once she picked up the alarm clock. The clock went soaring and landed with a smash on the side of the road. They both chuckled at the look of the people passing by the clock.

"I was going to head to my boyfriends place anyway and you know I rock at speed-driving so save yourself the trouble of flagging down a cab."

"Thank you! This almost makes up for you being evil eighty percent of the time."

Amber smiled sweetly and exited saying "Why, whatever do you mean? Moi? Evil? Darling that is blasphemy!"

Rory tripped over her bookshelf on the way out of her room which earned a snicker from Amber. A small book fell out of the tiny, jam-packed shelf. She was about to pick to pick up a fallen book, but she was being shooed out of the apartment by Amber.

"The book will be there when you get back; if you are any later chances are you won't be back. Either that or you will simply be fired, unable to pay rent, and will be a homeless bum on the streets of New York because I found a new roommate with a steady income."

"Wow, I must've been some kinda sinner in my previous life…"

"I know about kicking dogs," Amber said with such grimness that they both needed to stifle laughs.

"Now all hope of redeeming my self is lost. Dear me," Rory said dryly.

Through their banter they had made their way to the parking lot. Time always flys when she's with Amber. She was a little bit of New York and a little bit of Stars Hollow even though she grew up in Vermont. The got into Amber's small, dark green car and she warned, "Buckle up partner! It's gonna be one hell of a ride!"

Rory is surprised by how Amber drives so idiotically fast and manages to never crash.She was more thankful for Amber's mastering of speed-driving now, more than ever; she was a city cab minus the dorky yellow car.She then thought of people who take precautions though still unavoidably crash. Fate is funny in a twisted way. Sometimes there might just be a cute, fuzzy thing in the way and your only choice is to swerve...that's when you end up hitting a pole...


A/N: I have an idea of where I want this to go. I'm trying to find the most original way to introduce Jess into this though I have a storyline in my head though they are unintelligible to anyone but me. I'll try to update as much as possible. Honesty is appreciated in reviews (as said before) because I'm pretty new and learning how to improve is something I'm always welcome to. So please review.