Author:meaganvallejoforever

Title: Gilmore: Out of Order

Chapter1

Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls or any characters affiliated with the show.

Summary: Could you imagine a Gilmore who drinks orange juice and jogs? Who can turn her back to the Gilmore ways? Literati

-Rory's second year of Yale, works in The NY Times thanks to Logan's family. Jess contacted her a couple times by phone, never really patched things up. They have never spoken to each other face to face.

Rory POV

I walked hurriedly to work in my new suit, sipping come orange juice. Weird thing, I know. Rory Gilmore drinking orange juice? Well Logan convinced me that I needed more than a caffeine jumpstart if I was going to be writing for New York Times.

"Ace, just in time. Who knew you would actually take my advice of fast pacing to work every morning." Logan threw a smirk my way.

Is this really how I want my life? A boyfriend that, I do love, but am I in love? Rory stop doing this to yourself. My job is so stressful that I've dropped ten pounds in two weeks. My mom noticed and immediately blamed Logan for always pushing me into new work habits.

Did Logan push me too much? "You still there?"

I snapped out of my thoughts and smiled. "Of course, just drifting into the land of Gilmore, where only Rory and Lorelei can understand anything that goes on. But anyway, I'm going to be late if you slow my pace down so… I'll see you after work for dinner right?"

"Remember my jet is taking us to Philadelphia to meet Colin and Finn."

I nodded and waved goodbye. I was headed to The New York Times… Logan's family pulled so many strings, they could run a puppet show in all the states, just so I could be an 'elite' journalist before I graduate.

--- Later that Night ---

My cell phone rang for the hundredth time so I checked the caller I.D. "Hey mom I'm on my way to dinner with Logan in Philly, so make it quick."

"Oh sorry to interrupt, but I have a favor to ask of you." She sounded hesitant so I knew it must be somewhat big.

"Mhmm… I'm listening."

"Well Luke and I are going camping and fishing for two weeks and since spring break is coming up we were hoping you could come run the diner."

"So in other words… drop my never-ending journalism work at the Times and run a family owned diner in a town with a population equaling my I.Q?" Did I just say that to my mother? No… I'm right. I have an important life and I need to stick up for it.

"Well sorry Reporter Gilmore, we'll find someone else, but do me one favor. Get an attitude check before we talk again."

She hung up on me! Oh well I don't have time to deal with this. I need to be on time for my jet ride with Logan.

Later on in the night I was sitting around a table with three completely smashed guys and found myself quite drunk as well. This was what I did though. Finn loved my Jekyll and Hyde tactics of work-aholic in the day and hard partier in the night.

"Love, why don't you come over here and do a body shot with me?" Finn wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and I laughed as I headed over to his spot at the table. Logan looked as if he could care less, so… what the hell!

"Well Finny, off the collar bone?" I asked knowing that I wouldn't have to re-arrange my already super low shirt.

"I was thinking we head over to the bar and do one from the stomach." He leaned over to my ear and whispered, "I haven't been near a woman's body in a week love, work with me here." He pleaded his case as I rolled my eyes. I watched for Logan's reaction, which came as a disappointment when I got nothing. Did he even care what I did as long as he got the pleasure at the end of the night?

"Well only one but then I'm done with the drinking."

We staggered back to the table. Staggering half because we were drunk and half because we were laughing too hard to walk straight. "Are we ready Logan, I'm getting tired."

His eyebrows furrowed and I knew he was probably frustrated about having to leave his friends. "I want to stay a bit longer… how about I give you some money for a cab and go to the hotel ahead of me?"

I shook my head. "No I'll just walk, don't worry about me." I didn't even kiss him goodbye, instead I just left and he didn't he turn back to watch me leave.

The streets were cold so I hugged my coat closer to me. Looking around I realized just how drunk I was. I was walking in the gutter, and not as straight as I thought I was. The gravel seemed to be spinning as I took each step.

I thought closing my eyes would help and so I did, but my walk came to a halt as I my body collided with another. I was knocked to the ground; thanks to the alcohol I had NO stability. Realizing my eyes were still clamped shut I peaked one opened to see if the person was still there. My vision didn't allow me to see any details. Only a dark male figure waving his hand in front of my face.

"I'm okay…" The words were mumbled, but I' pretty sure the guy understood me.

"Rory Gilmore… I thought you smelled drunk." He pulled me up by my hands and brought me face to face with himself.

"Jess." The words came out as a whispered breath that I held when I realized it was him. "I couldn't recognize you from … down there."

He gave a snort. "Yeah that or the fact that you smell like you showered in whiskey and beer."

What a great way to run into an ex, right?

To be continued…