Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls.

AN: For how loung I took to post this there really should have been more written... 'sweatdrop' I'm REALLY lazy.

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So we (my mum, the blonde kid, and the Australian kid) were all heading towards the office. As my Mom and I followed them, Logan kept smiling at me. Sort of like he was trying to send me a message. Mabey that Finn was an idiot? Or that Logan was sorry Finn was being such an idiot? I wouldn't know, I've never been involved with boys. But I did smile politely back, out of courtesy. He and his friend were showing us the way.

"Do you think his hair is really blond?" Guess who whispered to me…

"What are you talking about Mum?" I whispered back.

"His hair!" She pointed frantically, "don't artsy kids always colour their hair?"

I took a deep breath and stared straight head, counted to three, then looked back at her and raised my eyebrows. She just smiled coyly at me.

"Beautiful ladies! We have arrived!"

And only 2 minutes to spare.

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Jess was a bad boy. Honestly, that'd be the way you would describe him at first glance too. His mom was a screw up, his Dad was an even bigger screw up, he was sure his uncle (even though he'd never met him) was a screw up, and he definitely knew that his life was screwed up. Overall Jess had a very pessimistic and depressing, dog eat dog, get them before they get you, no human contact, sort of view on life.

He was getting better though. At Dendur things seemed safe. Okay, things seemed "safer". But I'm sure it was helping him at least a little!

Right now he was sitting at a table strewn with different shades and sizes of drawing pencils. All drawing pencils were different, and all gave different results when you drew with them. He liked this about pencils, and he liked this about life.

Amanda sat at the table with him, with her straight hair (today pink) pulled into two pigtails at the side of her face.

"Jess, tell me what he was going on about." Amanda demanded to him, referring to what their teacher had just assigned them to do. She often liked to say she had signed up for this class before she discovered her deep undying talent for sketching that allowed her to only draw stick figures.

"Light." Was Jess' stoic reply.

"… Jess. I'm going to fail this class if you don't tell me what the hell we are supposed to be doing right now." Was her harshly whispered reply.

"Patterns of light fall lightly on the leaves."

"I hate you."

See, Jess had a tendency to respond to questions in riddles or very metaphorical terms. After all he was majoring in fictional English. This habit of Jess' annoyed Amanda greatly. She was a dancer and had no care for reading. Half the time she didn't know what Jess rambled on about.

Tony was completely different then Amanda. Yes, he also majored in dance but he in no way despised reading. Although literature wasn't a class he was taking, he was in theatre and theatre can sometimes involve a bit of reading. But it was more then just that, Tony's whole demeanor wasn't even close to Amanda's. Tony wasn't confrontational. Tony never drank alcohol. Tony always smiled at people. Tony was very mellow.

Tony was in love with Jess.

And that day, when the sun was pouring in through the floor to ceiling windows, and you could see all the dust floating in the air, and Jess was using the thick grey pencil that created flimsy always unstraight lines, Tony may have fallen for Jess just a little bit more.