Authors Note: Okay, I'm freaking out because this Is my first GG story and my first fanfic story at all, if it sucks please let me know (but don't tell me it sucks just because you don't like the pairing) and I'll pick up a new hobby. But if it is actually readable I would love to know that to (evil grin).

Disclaimer: Nobody in this story is mine, boo-hoo for me.

Pairing: Jess/Rory, sorry all you L/L shippers, two pairings is just to much for me to handle on my first story.

Oscars: 3, Jess & Rory: 0



She tugged nervously at the hem of her flower-printed skirt. The material was sticking to her legs like plastic couches at retirement homes. This was her first major job and the girl knew she couldn't screw up. She shifted in her seat and her eyes darted around the darkened room trying to make out the faces. Were they enjoying it? Did they hate it? She shifted again and tried to make out what time it was, but she couldn't see the numbers on her watch.

"Stop moving around!"

"Sorry mom."

"Don't be sorry."

Loreli leans over to her daughter after a few seconds.

"This is great darlin'! I don't know why you're nervous…"

Luke Danes then leans over Loreli to Rory.

"Whatever your mother is saying, ignore it, this is the best movie I've ever seen. I might even cry"

"Hey! You better watch it buster, I was complementing it!"

Luke looks at Rory for conformation.

"Yep, she was."

"Okay, would you three shut up?"

Rory twists in her seat to Jess who is sitting directly behind her mother, and grins at the Jess-like scowl on his face.

"Sorry, are we bothering you?

"Yeah, we're really sorry… not!" Loreli laughs at her own lame joke and turns back around to the movie. Rory stays twisted in her seat.

"Is it good?"

"Rory, I can't tell due to the fact that I haven't been able to watch because of the two girls sitting in front of me who seem to be more interested in each other, than the movie."

"Sorry." Rory meekly turns back around in her seat. Jess, seeing that she wasn't taking his comment lightly Jess leans forward and taps her on the shoulder.

"Rory-it's great, its funny and truthful and I really, really like it. Ok? Remember, I helped you write the thing, I should like it."

She smiles and Jess knows that he's back on track.

"I'm just nervous."

"Don't be, everyone's going to love it."

2 Months Later. The movie Rory was so nervous about has become a hit and she is a studio favorite, with people begging her to write and/or direct their stories and/or scripts.

"It was a success! It worked! He he he!" Rory's happiness bubbled over to her mother.

"This is so cool! I am a proud mommy! Aaahhh! We've got to call Sookie and Luke and Jackson and Mrs. Patty!" she took a breath, "My daughter is a movie writer! I can watch your movies! Wait! Now that you're famous can you introduce me to Leonardo DiCaprio!!??"

"I don't think I'm famous but if I ever run into him I'll let you know!" Rory's smile was so big she felt as if it was going to break or snap or split her face in half. She moved in closer to her mother and leaned over to read the excerpt about her in The Hollywood Reporter,

'Petals' was written by up and coming young writer Loreli Gilmore, she also co-directed this flowing masterpiece of families in two societies pulled together by one young man. Ms.Gilmore is only 23 years old and yet, has already jumstarted her career with the gem. People are already rumbling 'Oscar' and with the movies 5 Golden Globe nominations (including a best screenplay nomination for her) we expect so see great thins from this humble young woman who says, "Writing this was a dream, and my mom really encouraged me so I'm so pleased that audiences reacted well to the movie." When asked about 'Oscar' rumblings she remarks, "Ha! I haven't really thought about that, but doesn't talking about it jinx it?" Well, we don't think so since your movie seems to be the leading Oscar heavyweight of the year because of all the talk its generated!

Rory reflected on her good fortune. After writing the script, Jess had unknowingly to her entered it into a contest. Of course her script won and she found out Jess had entered it. This had led to a lot of tears and and anger and then thankfulness, in that order, but Rory knew if it weren't for her roommate she probably would have moved back in with her mother and tried to think of a new profession. She smiled slightly at the thought of Jess. They had never taken the relationship farther than friends, even after they started sharing an apartment in the West Village, even after she had walked in on him in the shower (after many apologies from both parties, the incident was painfully put away in the 'attic' part of their brains). She never really knew why they didn't try to make their relationship something more than best friends. She knew that every time he touched her, even the slightest brush, would send a jolt of feeling through her, giving her a heady feeling. She knew though, also, that he wasn't as interested as she was. This was proved by the constant procession of girls who would come through the apartment door with him, slip into his room, and then be gone by the time she woke up. He had been accepted into the swank school of dance, music and drama, Juiliard. And he was pursuing the latter profession. He was a magnificent actor (she would know, he had only practiced in front of her a few times) and had contributed greatly to her scriptwriting. He had also managed to take only two days a week night classes and one Sunday morning class by choosing the five year plan as opposed to the more rigorous four year plan. This left time for them to sightsee around their new home during the day, although this would eventually wind down since there is only so much you can see in New York. And, given the amount of time Rory now spent with Jess, she knew her feelings were growing and yet she was put off by something, and she wasn't quite sure what.

"Hellooo! Earth to my super-super-up-and-coming-young-hollywood-it-girl!"

Rory's smile returned to its previous face-splitting position "Okay, I blanked out there for a second."

"More like three seconds, and that's three seconds I can't loose with you, who knows the next time my super-duper-up-and"

"Mom!"

"Sorry, starting over-who knows the next time my super-fabulous daughter will return to boring old Stars Hollow, because alas it is a town that has a dire shortage of stars and movie people and executives and"

"Mom! You were actually showing some constraint just a second ago and I thought I was actually going to extend my stay until you tacked on the last part about movie people and executives!"

"Sorry once again darlin', what do you want to do we could…"

2 Weeks after this conversation, Rory's movie gets nominated for 3 Oscars, a mild let down for such a hyped movie. Rory has returned to New York and Jess.

Rory and I are sleeping together. Not, sleeping sleeping together, just sleeping together. Let me explain. She had a bit of a letdown with the whole only three nominations thing. But, being the Rory she is she breezed right through the annoying and sometimes, to say the least, nasty reporters ("Oh Ms. Gilmore only 3 nominations, are you disappointed?" "Ms. Gilmore is it true you threw a fit when you found out you had only been nominated for 3 Oscars?") Let me start by saying that she personally was only nominated for one Oscar, Best Original Screenplay. And secondly, she didn't care that she had gotten only one nomination because she was to busy worrying about me, because I stupidly broke my leg trying to realistically break my leg in a scene reading for school. Anyways, we were sitting watching 'Ghostbusters 2' to remind us that even if our life isn't going perfectly, the people who made this movie are suffering more for making it and ruining their first Ghostbusters good-filmakers-not-I-got-lucky-once credibility. So we're sitting on my bed watching (because my room has the biggest TV of the apt) and I look over and guess who has fallen asleep. None other than my roommate, best friend and secret crush, Rory Gilmore. Phew take a breath.

So that's how we got to the position that we are currently in, with her head against my chest and her arm draped over my stomach and both my arms wrapped protectively around her.

Did you catch all that?

I hope so, cause when you think about it, its awfully funny the way we've ended up just friends. I mean, seriously, we'd make the best goddamn couple in town if we would just try to be the best goddamn couple in town. I can tell she likes me. The way her eyes follow me every time I bring a girl home. The way she really wants to be that girl. And don't get me wrong, I really want her to be that girl, to be my girl, but somehow she seems slightly put off by me also, and I'm not quite sure why. But boy, most of the time I wish I was that guy, her guy. Everything about her enchants me. Her laugh, her smile, her anger. The way she talks to me though, that's the real tie breaker. Her mouth tilts upward when she talks to me and the words just come out silky smooth, like babies skin right after warm bath's. And her voice is so quiet and when she wants to emphasize something she raises the volume slightly and points her finger through the air, as if trying to poke through an invisible wall to really make her point. But the real truth is, I really think the real reason I can't stop thinking about her, is because I'm in love with her.

I'm in love with Rory Gilmore. G-d help me.