Disclaimer: I own nothing except seasons 1-7 on DVD and a huge crush on Jess and his hair. :)

A/N: Takes place after/during their argument in Haunted Leg (3.02). For length purposes, I have chosen not to include the whole conversation in here, but it would all be the same as in the show up until where I start the story. The first few lines are from the show, but from there on it's mine.

"Did you call me at all?"

She paused before answering. She didn't know how many times she had picked up the phone and started dialing, then deciding against it. She settled for a simple answer.

"No."

"Did you send me a letter?"

This was where she decided to tell the truth. She didn't know what made her decide, but something inside of her told her that maybe, just maybe, if she told him the truth, everything would be better.

"I tried," she whispered, almost inaudibly. He had a feeling he knew what she meant, but he wanted to confirm. Also, he would never admit it, but she was cute when she was flustered.

"How do you 'try' to send a letter? Either you send it or you don't." She suddenly got mad.

"Look, I know you may not believe it, but I spent hours writing letters to you, and then just throwing them out because I decided they weren't good enough, or they were too corny, or you wouldn't even want to read them, or worst of all, you wouldn't even feel the same way! So I decided against it; I decided I would save myself the embarrassment and just not send anything. And I guess I was right, because you obviously don't feel the same way!"

"What are you talking about? How do you feel?"

"You know what, never mind. I shouldn't have even said anything. You don't even believe I wrote them in the first place." He did, however believe her, and he felt the exact same way. Well, he didn't know what she wrote in the letters, but he wrote her many letters, too, and could never work up the nerve to mail them.

"Well, I'm sorry, how can I believe you actually sent them if I never got any? You couldn't have even sent something saying 'How are you?' Ok, maybe not something deep, but not even generic?"

"Fine, forget it. I'm leaving now." She hated fighting with him. She liked him, a lot, and she didn't like making him mad. But she really was surprised about Shane, and she was glad she didn't send the letters. She really had thought he liked her, and now she was having doubts.

"See you around."

"Whatever."

"Right back at ya." He didn't understand why she was acting this way. He understood she was upset about Shane, but couldn't she see that he didn't care about Shane at all? He liked her, a lot, and he knew it. He really had thought she might have liked him a little, but whatever hope he had of that was washed away after that fight. He hated it. He hated fighting with her. She walked away, and realized while he was thinking, he missed his chance to stop her. He had no choice but to leave also.

"Oh, good perfect timing. You done?" Lorelai asked as Rory came out of the store.

"Oh yeah, I'm done."

A/N I'm hoping to update very soon, maybe even later today. What did you think? I know it was kind of bad, but I had to start it somewhere. I promise it will get better. (Also, I'm still new to this website, so if someone could tell me what the "life" thing is when I see my stories I would really appreciate that).