Author's Note: So this is a Gilmore Girls based story. It's a Jess/Rory story and plays very similar to the real deal. Especially this first chapter will practically be the exact same besides my own descriptions. There will be one small change in the plot in a coming chapter that will shift how things turn out for our youngest Gilmore Girl. The small change may not be enough to shift everything, in fact I think it will be very easy to follow the story line compared to the show. A lot of the dialogue comes directly from the TV show, so I can not be given credit for that.

I don't own Gilmore Girls, the characters, their dialogue... I just came up with a story idea.

"Impossible." Paris said in a defeated tone.

Rory closed the Chilton binder with a smile knowing that Paris would do fine on the quiz. Over the last hour they had done nothing but study and Paris had gotten every answer correct. She had quoted the textbook almost word for word. Rory's head shot up quickly as the doorbell rang through the house. She threw her legs over the edge of the couch and stood up.

"Where are you going?" Paris questioned.

Rory could already tell Paris was going to beg for more time. The blonde could hardly be called a woman of her word when it came to limiting study time.

"That's my food." Rory explained.

She made her way around the couch not bothering to look back at Paris. Quickly, but not quickly enough in her opinion, she made her way out of the living room and into the small entry way.

"Another half hour, please." Pairs begged.

The blonde was terrified of another A-. Rory could only roll her eyes as she walked further away from Paris, yelling back her responses without actually acknowledging the other girl.

"No, you got your hour. You need go."

Rory was annoyed. Her perfectly thought through night was already ruined and her food had taken far too long. She was crabby and hungry which was never a good combination for a Gilmore girl. She was almost to the door when Paris spoke again.

"But,"

"Go." Rory attempted to sound as pleasant as possible.

"Fine." The blonde snapped.

She grabbed the door, opening it with the expectation of seeing her Indian food. Rory stumbled back a step when she locked eyes with Jess. It felt like someone had knocked the wind out of her. There he was in his blue jean jacket, the collar popped but still showing the fur lining. His hair was up and gelled like always, but he had a smile on his face which she had not grown accustomed to seeing. In his hands was a small box. The top was cut off but there were bags and trays piling up.

"Delivery." He said raising his eyebrows just slightly.

"What are you doing here?" she stumbled out, the words feeling difficult to form.

"Well Luke figured since your alone tonight that maybe you wouldn't have any food in the house so he sent over a care package." Jess said in a nonchalant way just shrugging as she looked at him.

"I don't need a care package. I ordered food from Sandeeps."

She wasn't sure what to say. There he was standing on her porch with enough food to feed a small army just smiling at her in a way he wouldn't smile at anyone else. She knew she shouldn't invite him in, she shouldn't even take the food but there was something about the way he was smiling.

"Really, planning on burning down the house afterwards?"

She almost wanted to laugh. She couldn't help but wonder how he would feel knowing he thought the same thing as her mother.

"Jess."

"Only way to kill the smell. Where should I put this?" he asked moving the box as if she didn't know what he was talking about.

"Well-"

"Kitchen?"

He didn't wait for a response before he turned his body and passed through the doorway. She knew she wouldn't have been able to stop him. But part of her was scared of the fact that she didn't want to stop him.

"Um," She said closing the door after he pushed past her, "sure."

She followed him into her kitchen and watched as he began unpacking some of the food. It took up the entire circle table. And while the Gilmore household didn't have a profusely large table it was still a feat to cover it in food.

"God how much food is in there? This could feed twelve."

"Excuse me, I've seen you eat." Jess laughed.

"Fine, six." She said smiling back at him as she played into his joke.

"Yeah well, he wanted you taken care of. He wasn't sure how long your mom was gonna be gone for." Jess said as he took out some of the last covered trays.

"Just tonight." Rory stated simply.

"Huh, he didn't know that."

"Well now you can tell him." Rory said tapping at the table awkwardly.

"I will."

Jess pulled open the first bag emptying the contents of it all onto the little free space left on the kitchen table. He didn't say anything more. Rory just stared at him silently watching as he unpacked enough food to keep her happy for a week. She never knew how to react to Jess, he never seemed to fully open up or explain what was going through his head.

"So, how come Caesar didn't bring this over?" Rory asked breaking the silence.

"I volunteered."

He had been quiet, almost as if he didn't want to tell her the truth. Rory felt stunned for a moment. She recovered quickly but couldn't help the initial feeling of panic realizing he may have come over just to see her. She tucked her hair behind her ear realizing she didn't look her best that evening. She had just thrown on what clothes were near by when Paris had stormed into her house begging for study time. Though Rory had a moment of being glad Paris had come, realizing that she still would have been in her pajamas otherwise.

"Why?" she asked meekly wondering if the answer was what she suspected.

"Just wanted to get out of the construction zone. There's nothing but banging and yelling. Place gives me a headache."

She felt disappointed. She knew she shouldn't but she had hoped, if only for an instant that he had come to check up on her. She knew how ridiculous the hope was. Jess was barely friends with her, he didn't care about anything in Star's Hallow and she realized there was no way he would just check up on her, but she had hoped.

"Oh." The word barely came out. She wasn't even sure if he heard her.

"Why, did you think I wanted to come over here and see you?"

His eyes shot up from the food and connected with hers. She couldn't interpret the look. He was either teasing her for clearly thinking he wanted to come over or he was trying to figure out what she was thinking. Silently she cursed him for being so good at hiding his thoughts from her.

"No." she lied.

"I just needed some quiet." He explained.

"Fine." She snapped, harsher than she had intended.

"That is all."

"Got it."

"Clear my head."

"I understand."

Silence fell over them again, this time slightly more awkward than the last. Rory knew she shouldn't have snapped at him and she hadn't even meant to. The night was not going how she planned and she wasn't handling it well. She wanted to go back to the beginning, doing laundry and just sitting around in her pajamas folding her clean clothes.

She wasn't aware of how long she had been standing there just staring into space. Jess noticed though. He caught her eyes staring blankly at his tee shirt. He wondered if he should tease her for it, but the emptiness in her eyes told him she had no clue what she was doing.

"So aren't you going to eat?" he asked breaking her from her staring spell.

"Eventually." She answered shortly.

"It gets cold fast." He teased.

"I can heat it up." She fought back.

"Reheated French Fries really suck."

She felt defeated again. He was right of course. No person she knew ever reheated French Fries just because they never tasted as good after they got cold. She couldn't even attempt to argue with him.

"They do suck."

"Yeah, so eat." He almost laughed.

"Okay I will." She said without making any movements. She just watched as he stared back at her. "You're still standing there."

"I know you didn't give me a tip." He was being sarcastic but she hadn't quite caught it.

"You want money?" she asked in disbelief. She hadn't even asked for the food he had brought.

"No, take a fry though."

She wasn't sure what to do. It seemed like a fair trade. Part of her wondered if he would just take one and leave. She knew that would be for the best, that was what she should want to happen from the situation.

But she couldn't fight the growing feeling of wanting him to stay.

"Okay yeah, have as much as you want." She said gesturing to the food.

"Okay great."

Jess turned towards the kitchen counter slowly pulling his jacket from his body. Rory just watched for a moment as he revealed the blue button up that he was wearing. Rory appreciated Jess's style when he wasn't wearing gross band tee shirts. He looked good with the sleeves rolled up just enough to show his forearms.

"What are you doing?" she asked slightly confused.

"Getting ready to eat."

"You're staying?"

"Didn't you just invite me?" he wasn't really questioning for permission.

"No, I-" she tried to say before he interrupted.

"You told me to have all I wanted, that sounds invitation-like." He said as he leaned against her kitchen counter just giving her a slight smirk.

"You want to stay here and eat?" she asked trying to get a grip on the situation.

"Beats being at Luke's." he shrugged.

"But-"

Rory wasn't even sure what she wanted to say. She didn't want him to leave either. She would be happy to have him to talk to for a while without someone from town staring at them like they had committed a crime. But she knew having dinner with him wasn't a smart idea. Her mom wouldn't be coming home anytime soon, she was trying to get Paris out of the house, and she hadn't even allowed Dean to come over. Having Jess stay alone with her in the house would be trouble.

"I can't find my flashcards." Paris said as she walked into the room.

The blonde felt uncomfortable as she walked in on the pair. They were facing each other and standing just too close to be a normal conversation. There was clearly something between them and she didn't want to be the one to ruin it.

"Didn't know you had company." Jess said looking up at Paris.

"This is Paris, we were just studying." Rory said gesturing to the blonde as she looked away from Jess.

"Huh." Jess grunted trying to assess the situation.

"Don't worry I was just leaving. If you find my flashcards call me okay?" Paris moved to leave the room as quickly as possible.

"No." Rory stopped her.

"What?" the blonde asked confused.

"Stay for dinner."

Rory wasn't sure what possessed her to ask. She and Paris could barely get along. Jess wasn't good at stringing more than two words together. And she was trying to throw them all into a dinner. All she had been thinking was that being alone with Jess had the potential of being dangerous.

"I thought-"

"We have a ton of food and we can go over the notes more later." Rory explained trying to make the situation seem normal and like the had no other reason for inviting Paris along.

"You're sure?"

"Positive."

She only felt positive of the fact that she and Jess could not be alone together but there was plenty of food. She needed a buffer, someone to stop her from talking to Jess till she fell asleep at the kitchen table or to prevent her from just staring at him the entire night through.

"Is that mac and cheese?" Paris questioned.

"Sure is." Rory said cheerfully thinking Paris might agree to stay.

"I love mac and cheese."

"Great."

"I'm not allowed to have mac and cheese."

"Splurge." Rory said trying to get her to stop the verbal back and forth and just agree to stay, "come on Paris stay."

"Do you have a 24 hour pharmacy just in case I have an allergic reaction to something?" Paris asked always thinking ahead.

"Believe it or not we do." Rory said anticipating a small town joke from the blonde.

"Okay, can I borrow your phone?"

"It's by the door." Rory said gesturing towards the table the phone sat on.

Paris smiled walking away from the two. Rory just took a deep breath in knowing she had done the right thing. Short of kicking Jess out she needed to do something to prevent a horrible backlash from occurring. She could feel Jess turn back and look at her as she tried to focus on Paris calling home.

"Interesting." Jess pondered out loud.

"What is?"

Rory turned back to face him, realizing for the first time how close they were to each other. She could see small freckles on his nose. Nothing anyone else in town would ever see but as she looked at him she could tell there was a faint spotting of freckles just over the bridge of his nose.

"Think we need a chaperone?" he asked almost sounding bitter.

"No I don't." she tried to sound innocent, tried not to admit that she needed to have someone else with them.

"You just invited one."

"Just being polite. Paris is alone tonight and you yourself just said we have enough food for six."

Rory wasn't even sure if that was true. Paris tended to spend evenings with her nanny, she might have had plans. Sure it was nothing Rory would consider something to miss out on but then again she had planned on spending the evening doing laundry.

"With me around it's down to four." Jess stated as if he was trying to get her to uninvite Paris.

"With Paris around it's down to two."

"Works out well." think sarcasm rang through his voice.

He wasn't being sincere Rory could tell but she wasn't about to interrupt Paris and send her packing. She needed a buffer and Jess was going to have to deal with it.

"I think so." She said with a small smile.

They both turned and watched as Paris excitedly explained in Spanish to her nanny about being at Rory's and how she was going to have mac and cheese. Rory smiled shaking her head at how such a small thing could absolutely make Paris's night.

Rory looked over from Paris to Jess. He wasn't looking at her and it gave her a moment to really observe him. She had looked at him plenty in the past, in fact she had looked at him a little too much. But there was something about standing in her kitchen knowing that her mother was far away that made her stomach twist into knots. She didn't know for sure, but she felt like she was in for a long night.