Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING!!!!!!!!!!!

A/N: So I haven't written anything since like October I think. So this will probably be absolutely terrible. I think I'm going to do like a bunch of one shots until I remember how to write again but I may just continue this.

I am in my dorm room packing while dancing to music playing in my head. I hear a knock on the door. Assuming it's Paris I put on a gray wig I find on my desk and open the door.

"Hello there sweetie" I say from behind the door then I pop out and scream. Jess is standing there staring at me

"What are you doing here?" I asked pulling the wig off my head and putting it behind my back.

"I need to talk to you" he says plainly.

"Jess" I say patiently.

"I need to talk to you" he repeats.

"What are you doing here" I ask again.

"Rory please" he pleads.

"Why won't you leave me alone? You won't go away." I yell at him throwing the curly gray wig on the floor and fiddling with my knee length flowy red skirt.

"Rory"

"What do you want?"

"I don't know. I just wanted to see you, talk to you. I just..."

"What?"

"Come with me."

"What?"

"Come with me."

"Where?"

"I don't know… away."

"Are you crazy?"

"Probably, just do it. Don't think about it."

"Jess you don't know what you're saying. Just like you didn't know what you were saying when you told me what you told me." I walk into my room and sit on a box.

"Rory…"

"No, Jess, you don't even know who I am anymore."

"Yes…"

"No you don't Jess. You know 17 year old I." I yell hoping he'd hear me out. "We're not 17 anymore. I've changed. You've changed."

"We've all changed Rory maybe now we'll work" he says calmly sitting next to me on the box. As soon as all his weight is on the box it broke causing us to fall into a mess of props from the last show I was in. We both break into a fit of laughter.

"What is all this stuff" Jess asks.

"Props" I tell him softly "from the last show I was in Pirates of Penzance. The director let me keep the props."

"You were in an opera" his eyes widen.

"Operetta to be exact. I told you I changed."

"Rory…"

"After you left I decided it was time for a change" I began. "Mom and I went to see an opera in Italy she was bored to tears but I found it riveting. I decided that I wanted to be up there on stage. I wanted to be an actress maybe even an opera singer people had told me I had a good voice."

"You do have a good voice but you went from wanting to be a journalist to wanting to be an actress or an opera singer."

"I'm happy."

"I guess that's all that matters." He smiles at me and gets up before helping me up.

Suddenly we're face to face only inches apart. I can feel his breath on my skin. He starts to move backwards but I put my hands on the back of his neck and pull his head down so I can kiss him. My eyes flutter closed as he begins to respond. A short minute later we pull apart both of us smiling.

"I love you Jess" I breathe "I always have."

"I love you Rory" he grins "more than anything."

"But this can't go any farther" I back away from him.

"Rory" he chokes.

"Seriously it can't I'm sorry" I push him out the door and slam it shut.

Ok so that like sucked but what ever! Think I should continue?