A/N: Yup, I've started another story. I hope you like it. Tell me if you think I should continue or just erase this thing forever. A big, big thanks to Cat(Just A Girl Of The Hollow x3) for the BETA and for convincing me to actually post the story. Anyway, I'll stop babbling now and let you read.

It had been another pretty much uneventful Friday night dinner, except for the occasional remark thrown between Emily and Lorelai and now the girls had just arrived back in town, music playing softly in the car.

"So…do you want to stop by Luke's and get some coffee, maybe a burger?"

"You've just eaten at least ten rolls, how could you possibly want anything else?"

"I am amazing like that. And I didn't exactly eat ten rolls…more like seven or eight."

"Yes, that's so much better. I think I'll just go home, I'm pretty tired."

"As you wish."

"Get me some coffee when you come back, ok?"

"Sure."

Lorelai stops the car and Rory gets out, waving a small goodbye.

"I'll see you in a little while."

"Okay. Have fun tormenting Luke. And don't forget my coffee."

"Oh, that's always entertaining. Bye, kid."

"Bye."

Rory walks home from the diner, thinking about her…problems. Sure she was with Dean, but lately it seemed like the only thing on her mind was Jess. Lately being the last few months. In fact, if she hadn't known that he wasn't working tonight she would have probably gone to the diner with her mother just to see him. And Dean…he didn't deserve being treated like this. He deserved someone better then her, someone who would love him the way he needed, and who would like the fact that he called fifty freakin' times a day, or always paged her, or appeared by her side anytime she was anywhere outside her house or school…"Stop! Stop thinking like this! You love Dean and he's only doing this because he cares about you and loves you! It's not like Jess cares…it's only a game to him."

A dark figure approaches her and she doesn't need more then a quick glance to know who it is…the unmistakable walk, the hands shoved deep in his pockets, the scent that she can recognize anytime…It strikes her that she can't remember any of those things about Dean…In fact if anyone would ask her to describe him she'd probably just say 'he's tall' and change the subject. She doesn't know the way he walks, or how he smells or the look he gets when he is trying to focus on a book in the middle of the insanity of the diner…but then again it's not like Dean would ever be interested in reading anything except the latest Sports Illustrated.

"Hey," the voice greets her, pulling her out of her thoughts.

"Hi."

"Going home?"

"Yup."

He takes his hands out of his pockets and lights a cigarette, breathing in the smoke.

"So…where's your mom?"

"Bugging Luke."

"And why aren't you with her?"

"We just came from dinner…and I felt like being alone for a while."

"Do you want me to leave?"

Never! "Nope…it's okay. I'll have at least half an hour of alone time after I get home."

"Okay."

They walk slowly, neither one of them saying anything. He takes slow, lazy drags out of his cigarette, looking at the burning tip and the smoke rising slowly from it. She moves closer to him, almost unconsciously…

Reach…she could just reach and touch him…a slight movement of her hand and her fingers would wrap around his… Reach…she could just raise her hand and feel his skin…would it be anything like she had imagined it would?... Reach…she could just move a little closer and her lips would be touching his…Reach…

She turns around and smiles at him while he says something about a book…trying to register his words but him, so close, distracts her…it hurts her not having the courage to reach for him…Her eyes fall down and focus on his left hand again and she imagines how it would be like to have his fingers play with strands of her hair, caress her face, draw the lines of her bod… Oh, crap! Where did that come from?

"Boo!"

She looks up at him, startled by his voice. Jeez! Does he have a dirty thoughts detector?

"What?"

"Nothing…you just seemed out of it."

"Just tired…long night at the other Gilmore house."

"Huh…I guess I'll just leave you alone then."

She tried to protest but her eyes fell on his lips again and all coherent thoughts fly out the window.

"I'll see you tomorrow for lunch."

"What…oh, yeah."

"Goodnight, Rory." He waves and walks away backwards, still facing her, his lips curved in a small smile.

"Bye, Jess." She looks at him as he turns around and heads in the direction of the bridge, following him with her eyes until she can no longer see him, then starts walking again towards her house. Five minutes later she arrives there and sees the tall figure crouched on the porch steps, his eyes wondering in her direction. He stands and walks closer to her, shoulders dropped down in defeat.

"You like Jess, don't you?"

She squirms under his sight, not knowing what to say. When he finally looks up at him she meets his eyes, almost begging her to say 'no'. His whole body is reaching out to her, his hands inching closer to her body.

She takes a small step back and wraps her arms around herself.

"Answer me, Rory."

Another a/n: dun-dun-dun What will Rory say? One way to find out…review :). Please.