He was sitting, watching TV. but not paying attention to it much. Her blue eyes lying under him kept running through his head. After his last attempt to call her, he had decided to take a walk to clear his mind. He had decided to walk towards an area that he never had before, passing a newsstand. That's when he found out why Rory had not been answering his phone calls. The headline simply read 'Huntzberger dies in accident at 24'. Jess picked up the newspaper and read the article. It all made sense now. He wondered if she regretted sleeping with him. God, he hoped not. He could only imagine what was going through her head. He just hoped that eventually she would talk to him at least. It seemed like something always kept them apart. Jess sighed. Maybe he could change that this time. He knew he had to give her time; otherwise he would just scare her away. And he was prepared to do that.

It was later that night when he was home by himself. Chris and Matthew had gone to further debate the bar idea and he stayed behind to wallow in self pity. Even though he knew he had to wait for Rory, he still had the feeling in the pit of his stomach that he had lost her before he even had her. He hated the feeling. He had waited too long to have her come back just to lose her again so soon. He stood up and walked to the window, sitting on the seat by it. Maybe he would go to see her after a while. God knew when she was going to answer his calls. That's when he saw her. She was sitting in her car parked across the street. He smiled to himself and watched her. He wondered if she was going to get out of her car. He decided to walk outside and greet her, not taking the chance of her leaving.

She parked in front of the same building that she was in front of just a couple of days before. The light was on upstairs. She wondered if his friends were home too. She couldn't bring herself to get out of the car. She wasn't sure why, but she was nervous. This was the man that she had always loved in the back of her head and she finally had the chance to be with him. She wondered if that night had meant as much to him as it did to her. She wouldn't want to make a fool out of herself on purpose. She sat in her car for close to an hour, with her hand on the handle. She wondered if it was a good idea to go and talk to him. She hoped it wasn't awkward, after all, they were adults and they had made a choice that night. She finally brought herself to get out of the car. She did gracefully and stood there for a second, drinking in the sight in front of her, which was Jess walking towards her.

"Hey." He said and stood next to her. She gulped. He was as handsome as she remembered. That fact certainly hadn't changed in the past week.

"Hey." It was completely lame and made her smile on the inside, remembering the day after the Dance Marathon when they had danced around each other. Oh, how much had changed.

"So, how are you?" She remembered Logan and when they're relationship was first starting. 'We're not going to do the so thing again, are we?' She frowned and tried not to let Jess know what was going on through her head. She remembered why she was here. This was the man that she wanted to be with. Logan was gone. She had to let him go.

"Oh, you know." She stalled. She wondered if Jess knew what had happened to Logan. She knew that she should tell him. But for some reason she didn't want to. "I'm sorry that I haven't returned your phone calls." She started.

"I know. I heard about Logan. I understand." He said. She looked up and it and tried to be happy in that moment. He put his hand on her elbow. She knew he meant it in a purely supportive way. She almost felt her knees give out on her. Maybe coming was a bad idea. She should have been completely over the shock of Logan's death before coming to ensure her next relationship. She felt horrible.

"It doesn't excuse anything. I still should have called." She felt herself start to cry, and she knew Jess saw this. The instant the first tear slipped onto her porcelain skin, he was ushering her inside and upstairs. Once she was there, she looked around. It was like returning to the scene of the crime. It only made her fell worse about what she had done and the situation she was currently in.

"Look, I'm really sorry." He said as he gestured for her to sit down. "I'm sorry that I pushed you into what happened the last time you were here. You said you were still with him, but I'm not sorry it happened."

She looked at her shoes and listened to him talk. This wasn't his fault. Not in the slightest bit. "You didn't push me. I wanted it and I'm not sorry it happened either."

She heard him sigh. She had no idea where to go from here. "Where does that leave us?"

She wiped away a tear away and looked at him. "I'm not sure. I think I just need some time. I don't want to have him in my mind when I'm with you. It's not fair to you."

It was him who looked down then. He knew that was probably what she was going to say, but still it affected him. He wanted nothing more than for her to be with him, not Logan. It wasn't fair that he got her even though he was dead. "I understand." It was all he could say. Anything else would have made him sound like an ass, which he was desperately trying to avoid.

She stood up. "I'll see you." She said before disappearing. She hoped that he really did understand.