Author's Note: Hello all! Well, thank you for reading and I hope you will stick with me. I just hated how Season 3 played out, the writers manipulated Jess' character into a complete jerk and so this is my way of redeeming him. So, I hope you enjoy, and please review!

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Could is really have been six months already? He found it hard to believe, but as he stared out the window to the Christmas decorations that were just starting to go up on the houses, he knew it was true. Yet some things didn't change. He sat at the same back seat on a bus with an olive green duffle bag next to him. The sun seeped into the windows on the other side, though, this time, splattering onto the vacant seat next to him. He tried to ignore the dread setting into his stomach. Why the hell was he going back? Venice was fine, even fun at times, but he still didn't know where he belonged. New York wasn't really his home, Venice wasn't really his home, was Stars Hollow his home? He couldn't even define the word home, he never could. No, take that back, that first kiss with Rory as a couple, by Gypsy's repair shop, that was the closest thing he could associate with home.

But that was stupid. Home was a place, not a person. But was that the reason he was going back to Connecticut? Rory? If so, he really was being stupid. She had made it quite clear months ago that he had screwed up, too badly to ever fix, and she was over him and his petty attempt to be a boyfriend to her. She had spent a semester at Yale already, probably met some rich, intelligent gentleman-type and was dating him. She deserved that much, he never deserved her.

That's why he pulled away. During their relationship he feared she would open her eyes, see the insecure little boy behind the witty, hard exterior and laugh in his face. There was no other reason why he had been such a crappy boyfriend to her.

And then there was Luke. He sighed, he didn't even want to think about all the shit he put his uncle through. Stars Hollow hated Luke for keeping him around, and he couldn't blame them. He could still remember the look of disappointment on Luke's face when he told him that he wasn't graduating high school. Yet Luke still tried to help him, saying that he could stay another year to graduate. And what did he do? Spat all that in his uncle's face and left with no note, no phone call, no thank you.

He leaned back on the bus seat, closed his eyes, and cringed. In retrospect, he had been such an ungrateful jerk to the people who had cared about him, even, perhaps...loved him. He suddenly felt terribly ashamed and disgusted. Why in God's name was he going back? To cause them more pain? When he looked back on this day, he hoped he wouldn't think of himself as a selfish asshole again.

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Author's Note: I'm not sure how long this story will be, but we'll see. Please let me know what you think!