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Summary: Don't you know it by now?

Disclaimer: glares I own nothing, leave me alone.

"So, after he finds you wasted at some bar, what happens?" Lorelai Gilmore asked her daughter incredulously.

"He took me back to his hotel room."

"And? Did he take advantage of you, because, if he did, I swear-"

"After that he held my hair back while I threw up and then I passed out and woke up on the couch."

"Excuse me, I'm talking about the Jess who crashed your car, showed up at your grandmother's house with a black eye and left without a word, who are you talking about?"

"He changed, mom."

"Well what's going on now? Are you staying with him?"

"No, I'm staying with Paris."

"So this is all that you're going to see of him whil he's in town?"

Rory hesitated before lying, "Um, sure."

"You're a terrible liar."

"'Cos you've always been such a great one."

"Hey now, don't be mock mommy."

"Says the woman who brushes pizza crumbs under the sink."

"Someone's getting cranky."

"Whatever."

"So, have you talked to Logan since-"

"No."

"Are you planning-"

"No."

"You don't want to hear his side of the-"

"No."

"Okay, then, I guess, if that's what you want to do." Lorelai said, uncertainly.

"It is what I want to do. I have to get to class first."

"'Kay, see ya, kid."

"See ya."

Rory hung up before heading out.

She was never good at lying to her mom, she always saw right through her, but she didn't want to talk about Jess until she realised how she felt about him, herself. He'd been so nice to her, taking her in, dealing with Logan, just being a great guy, he'd changed so much.

She hated hurting him, even despite all the hurt he'd caused her, she could hardly stand watching his face go from hopeful to crushed when she'd turned him down so many years ago. She hated being on bad terms with Jess, they had gotten on so well and she just wanted to be friends with him. That's all. Nothing else. Just friends. Maybe a little bit more…No. Just friends. That's all they ever could be. Right?

She was nearing the coffee cart now, ready for her quick boost before class.

Her eyes widened as she saw, standing there-

"Logan." She greeted, her tone icier than her freezing eyes. If she was going to have to deal with him, she might as well get it out of the way now.

"Ace, just give me five minutes."

"Medium cappuccino with whipped cream and three shots please," she shot a look over her shoulder at Logan "and make it quick, please."

"$3.50."

"I got it, Ace."

"No, you don't." Rory said, paying and walking away with her coffee.

"Ace, come on." He pleaded, following her.

"Logan, go away."

"What you going to see Book Boy?"

At this, Rory turned around, "You don't know what you're talking about!"

"Please Rory, I wasn't born yesterday."

"Could've fooled me."

"Come one, he was answering your phone first thing in the morning, I can fill in the blanks for myself."

Rory rolled her eyes, "Think what you wanna think, Logan."

"Ace, I love you."

"I have to go." She said before storming off to class.

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"All I'm saying is, if we got our own bar, we'd save a lot of cash." Matt argued for the hundredth time.

"Oh yes, what with actually buying a bar, paying to fix it up, paying for supplies, actually naming the damn thing and realising that no one wants to come, we'll just be rolling in dough." Jess replied, tired of this argument.

"Go to hell."

"You never get tired of that line."

The argument was interrupted by Jess' cell phone.

"We'll finish this later." Matthew declared.

"I'm counting the seconds." Jess Replied before answering, "Hello?"

"Hey."

"Hi, you feeling okay?"

"Yeah, everything's fine apart from the growing feeling of frustration."

"Huh?"

"Logan encounter."

"Say no more."

"Anyway, I was just wondering if you were free tonight."

"As a bird."

"Good, I was thinking a movie marathon, classic horror: The Shining, The Blaire Witch Project, Single White Female and Final Destinations 1, 2 and 3.

"Sounds good."

"Good, swing by around seven. Apartment 8, Delta Building, 4th street."

"Okay, see ya then."

"See ya."

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I'm sorry, but you can't die from having a stiletto heel through the eye, it's not possible!" Jess ranted after the third movie of the night.

"And yet it happened."

"Do they really expect us to believe that?"

"You're getting really worked up about this." Rory observed, amused.

"And jeez, there's no way Sam mistook Heddy for Ally when she came, there's a huge weight difference!"

"Get over it, it's just a film."

"Says the woman who cried during The Perfect Storm."

"It was moving!"

"It was about as moving as my sock draw." Rory started to giggle, "What?"

"Nothing is gayer than a sock draw."

"Why thanks Ms. Gilmore, maybe you should go away and talk with your Hello Kitty toys again, now." He remarked, earning a glare.

"Rory held the glare for a moment before bursting into giggles. She was having so much fun, it was like the movie nights they used to have. She let herself slip back into the memories and, unconsciously, started to lean into him. There lips brushed and it took him only a few seconds to respond wrapping an arm around her back and pulling her closer. But all too soon, he pulled away and the moment was lost.

"Rory-"

"Don't talk, I don't want to hear the reasons why this can't work, I just want to-"

"Rory," he repeated more forcefully, "I have a girlfriend."