A/N Hey Everyone!!! New project yay! I'm sooo excited! OK ITS IMPORTANT YOU READ THIS OR YOU WILL END UP VERY CONFUSED LATER~~ok, so in this Rory is a junior at Yale, Jess and her never got together and after he left to go live with his dad Rory hasn't seen him. SO she is still with Dean (Lits please don't kill me and Narcs, don't get your hopes up, I have a reputation as a Dean basher remember?) and they are engaged. The Java Junkie comes in b/c Luke and Lorelai are getting married. This story will also be kind of like 'Consider This' in that the chapters will all be POV but of a different character. Ummmmm I think that's it, ok on with the show!

Summary: The Java Junkies are finally getting married, but an unexpected visitor distracts Rory from the wedding preparations, Oh yea and from her finace… I PROMISE not to make it too cliché or cheesy!

Pairing: My god do you even have to ask? I'm the world's biggest Literati fan ever!

Spoilers: Everything has happened EXCEPT the kiss at the wedding, so Rory and Jess never got together…

SHAMELESS PLUG ~ I love you for reading this story, I love you more for reading my others also!!

Chapter One: While You Were Sleeping. . .

It was raining.

Not a torrential downpour or anything, just a soft rain that, if you happened to venture outside, was the kind to mist your clothing instead of soaking you through.

My favorite kind of night.

Not that I'm a huge fan of rain, but on these nights there were no parties or gatherings or anything else to do that involved an obligation to make an appearance and that leaves me with the happy comfort of staying at home, curling up with a book, going to bed early, and getting a goodnight's sleep. And under normal circumstances that is exactly what I would be doing, but these were not normal circumstances.

I sighed as I leaned back in my chair, rubbed my eyes, and arose to make my way over the random books and shoes belonging to various members of the household that had been carelessly dropped or thrown earlier that day; an action which left me with the task of navigating my way around carefully so that I didn't trip and impale myself on a stiletto. I made my way around everything without any major injuries and into the small kitchen that connected to the living room of the spacious New Haven apartment which I shared with five other Yale juniors.

My hand searched the wall for a second before I found the switch and flicked on the light, after which I moved to the coffee machine, taking and relishing what would be my third cup that evening before returning to my laptop to try to finish this godforsaken term paper which I had been working on for the past five and a half hours.

I wasn't usually one to leave things like this to the last minute, I was actually one of the more whole heartedly studious girls in the apartment, second only to Paris, but lately things had been beyond hectic, and I just didn't have time to finish it between trips to Stars Hollow to help my mother with wedding preparations.

I smiled happily as I drank my coffee, yes it's true my friends, the most oblivious couple in Stars Hollow had finally admitted their feelings for each other nearly two years ago and were to be married in one week. And to the astonishment of all the ceremony would not be including the expected rhinestone jean skirt or anything flannel.

I sighed as I stared tiredly at the screen of the computer and, after a pause, I lowered my cup and began to type away again, carefully weaving words together into sentences and paragraphs which I hoped would blow my Economics teacher out of the water and make up for the fact that she had caught me snoozing in class two days ago.

About twenty minutes later I smiled triumphantly at my work and looked around the apartment, deciding immediately that I deserved a victory cup of coffee before retiring and trying to catch a few hours of shut eye before the shrill but reliable alarm clock that also served as one third of my trio of best friends and obsessive compulsive roommate, Paris Gellar, yanked me out of bed and dragged me to classes where I could get an appropriate amount of sleep while she took notes for me. Again sleeping in class was another habit I had taken up over the past three weeks that is not something I would usually do, but after this weekend the wedding would be over and I would be able to return to the unwavering structure that is my life.

I was sipping the warm liquid contemplatively and staring out of the window when I jumped at the sound of running footsteps above me and directly following there was a descending sound of banging and then a loud crash on the bottom floor, and for the second time in a week I was enveloped in darkness as the lights flickered and went out.

I cursed the insane tenants above us as I felt my way to the table where I had been working and slid into the chair, all the while wondering how in God's name pots and pans being thrown down the elevator shaft by a set of hyperactive ten year old twins could possibly cause a power outage, but it had before and it would again, so I settled down, drained my cup, and looked at my laptop. But as I glanced up all that I found staring back at me was a black screen.

I felt myself freeze for a second before I shrieked loudly and knocked my coffee cup off of the table as I shot out of my seat, banged my knees on the bottom of the tabletop, and promptly fell back down again, the piercing sound of breaking glass second only to another frustrated yell flying from my lips.

I then set into panic and pounded angrily on the keys, begging for the screen to flicker on again and continued to whine loudly while trying not to cry at the aspect of another five hours of working when it didn't.

"Gilmore! What the hell is going on??" I looked up at a sleepy Adair St. James, who had just emerged from her bedroom followed slowly by an eye-rubbing Nia Stevenson, who completed the set of roommates occupying the South Room.

I had met the two midway through my second year at Yale in the oddest of fashions, I had been riding in the car with Paris, trying in vain to block out the constant belittlement of a professor whom she had dubbed inadequate, when she rear ended the car in front of us and caused me to fracture my wrist for the second time in my life. To make a long story short, Nia had been driving around with Adair and, after they assured Paris it was no problem and had seen me into the ambulance, began to chat in a friendish style and we have been friends ever since. Adair had been the one to suggest the idea of all of us (Me, Paris, Nia, herself, and their two other friends Claire Hilton and Heidi Feliceta) finding a huge apartment somewhere and rooming together during junior year, and seeing as her parents offered to fund this, we had all agreed enthusiastically.

I snapped out of memory lane just then and whined, "The power's gone because the insane kids in 407 were throwing things down the elevator shaft again!!" She just stared at me blankly, failing to see the reason for the screaming that had woken her; Adair was one of those people who should be wrapped in caution tape for the safety of others when sleep deprived due to the fact that it took her at least an hour to process anything including movement and speech, (a deficiency which had lead to a spate of accidents in the past, a particularly funny one involved a poodle and a kid on a moped) so I shouldn't have been surprised when she failed to see what I was trying to convey and I moaned as I leaned back to clarify, "The power's gone and my term paper went with it!" I dropped my head into my hands and rubbed my tired eyes furiously. By the time I glanced up Paris and Claire had joined the group with tired mumbling and their own set of aggravated questions.

Adair had just opened her mouth to yell at me again, but an extremely disgruntled Paris beat her to it. "Rory what the hell is going on?" she screeched and, not even waiting for an answer, continued "Its one in the morning Rory! It is one o'clock A.M. on the night before the exam in my ORP (Obscure Russian Poetry) class! I swear to God Gilmore you better have a good explanation for why I'm missing out on my solid nine hours of sleep."

I was about to open my mouth to defend myself, ready and willing to point out that I had the exact same exam seeing the school seemed to thing the Chang and Eng idea was pleasing and had placed us in all of the same classes and that this was not the time to remind me of an impending possible failure, but before I could the lights flickered on again and so did my laptop.

I felt the warm wash of relief spread through me as a screen popped up to ask me if I wanted to open a recovered document, and breathed a sigh of happy contentment as I saved my paper and got up, all the while thanking the God of technology that my fickle laptop had sided with me this time.

My happiness didn't last long however, because the second I had gathered the pieces of my broken cup and stood up my glee was shattered as I was hit with four identical lethally wrathful withering stares.

I stood their nervously "Sorry?" I said with a small grin and the four of them turned in frustration and walked back into their rooms tiredly, each promising evisceration in the morning as punishment and mumbling various yawning comments illustrating my slow and painful death. I just smiled happily; all was right in the world again. My paper was back, I was caffeinated just enough so that I could still go to sleep, my mother was finally marrying Luke, and my head was still attached to my shoulders (the last one I credited to the fact that it was to early for my roommates to function properly, and the short circuit I had caused by jolting them so unceremoniously from their sleep had cut off their ability to phase into homicidal mode)

I tucked my paper into my bag for tomorrow, shut off the lights, and walked into my room to find Paris already snoring again. I just sighed with satisfaction and tucked myself under the covers, anticipating a final day of school before spring break and a return to Stars Hollow for the wedding.