Note: this is beginning of a fic that is going to be written in Rory's perspective. But I don't really think that it would have fit, writing this part from the view of the Gilmore Girl. There will be some Lorelei, and maybe some Luke in this fic, but mainly Rory and Jess, considering I'm just absolutely AWFUL at writing Luke. Beta readers and reviews would be really really really appreciated!
The call had come so suddenly that she didn't really know what to expect. Rory figured that covering a major democratic candidate's election would get her noticed for sure. But not by that paper. And definitely not while she was still covering the campaign.
Granted, the election was in a mere 2 weeks, so she didn't really have a lot of time left with the current job. But she had received the recruiting letter well over a few months ago. The Philadelphia Daily News was a large paper. Sure, it was no New York Times or Washington Post, but it was still a big paper in a big city.
But he lived there.
What was she going to do? Sure, Philly was a big city. But knowing her luck, she'd run into Jess there; especially knowing their similar tastes in literature. And music. And well… just about everything. They'd definitely run into each other. Things had been left so, unturned after their last meeting. He'd been so good to her. And she just treated him like garbage. They'd talked a couple times on the phone since then, and even met up with the campaign trail ran over near Philly. But the meetings were always short, and Rory kept things very…polite.
There were other papers who had offered her a job, and the online journal she had been working with informed her that they'd be happy to keep her on. But none were as promising as the Daily News. She hadn't let the commitment of marriage keep her from becoming successful, so why keep, this emotion that she didn't even understand that kept rising up within her every time she even thought about the dark-haired artist.
These thoughts where what consumed Rory Gilmore as she curled up in the bus seat she had claimed to be her own over the past year and a half. In the end she realized she couldn't let this pass up. She would just have to deal with, her issue, when the path came to it.
And oh it would. It would.