A/N: Thanks to everyone who read. Additional thank you's to those who read AND reviewed.

Spuffied, I hope your mock GCSE's atms went all right. I've just had exams myself so I feel your pain.

Disclaimer: Gilmore Girls ain't mine and none of the characters are either.

UNREASONABLE

I wake up with a start as the apartment door slams shut. I open my eyes and discover I am still lying in on Jess' chest. So it must have been Paris who made that discreet exit. I snuggle back against Jess and relax listening to his even breathing. Even though my arm is asleep, my hip is oddly twisted and Jess' chest isn't the softest pillow in the world, I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.

After a while I feel him move to adjust our position.

I look up at him. "Morning."

"Morning." He gives me a lazy kiss.

I take his wrist and adjust his watch to see what time it is.

"What time is it?" He asks rubbing his eyes with his other hand.

"Nine thirty."

"Do you have class today?"

"Nope, my only class today got cancelled. I didn't tell you Friday 'cause I was planning on going up to Philadelphia today and surprise you, but you ruined it by showing up yesterday." I smile playfully at him.

"Cute."

I giggle and lean in to kiss him.

"Breakfast?" He asks.

"Good luck trying to find something."

"We'll see."

He gets up and saunters over to the kitchen.

- - - -

"Okay, I give up." Jess says and I laugh at him as he sets the box of cereal on the table in defeat.

"Told you there was no food here."

He just smirks. "You know, that's not something to be proud of."

I make a face at him and start eating.

We eat in a comfortable silence and I am free to look at him. His hair is a wild mess from the night spent on the couch and he keeps having to shove his bangs away from in front of his eyes. His eyes are the same as they have always been, except now they are alive. Though he's changed these last three years there is still so much left of my high school boyfriend.

I roll my eyes at myself for the utter fluff filling my brain at the moment.

Having Jess here really has brightened my mood, which had become increasingly sombre since my visit to Stars Hollow over the weekend. I must admit I am somewhat surprised at myself for not having told my mom. We usually tell each other everything and she has always been the person I have gone to when in need of advice or support. But at the same time, that's just it. Over the years I have counted on her support, and except for my disastrous exit from Yale, I have always gotten it. One hundred percent. This time though, this time I can't count on her support. In fact I am fairly certain she will freak out and list every reason why me and Jess is a bad idea. This is perhaps the first situation in my life where I will be completely on my own against her. And that scares me.

On the other hand Jess deserves better.

I set my coffee cup back on the table and take a deep breath. I guess now is as good a time as any. "Hey, Jess?"

"Yeah?" He looks up at me then furrows his brow at my expression. "What's wrong?"

I know I have to tell him. I can't lie to him too. "I didn't tell her."

He raises his eyebrows.

"Mom, I didn't tell her."

He sighs and is about to say something, but I stop him.

"I was about to, I meant to, but then we ended up spending the entire Sunday at Sookie's and like I said I wasn't gonna yell it at her from the car. And I know that this is important to you and I will tell her the next time I see her. And I was about to tell her Sunday, but things just happened." I rant.

He is silent. His arms are crossed in front of his chest and he's staring at me. He's not happy.

"Really, I was." I reach over the table to touch his elbow, but he pulls away and stands up.

I stand up and follow him into the living room. "Jess, I…"

"Do you really want this?" His question hits me full force and I am stunned.

"What?"

"Us. Do you really want this?"

"Of course I do!"

His voice is no longer calm and I can see this is headed straight for a fight. "You came after me in Philadelphia. Yes I kissed you first, but you were the one who decided that this was gonna become something. You said to me that you still had feelings for me…" I cut him off mid rant.

"I do have feelings for you!"

He carries on like he didn't hear me. "And we've been talking on the phone, we went out last Friday and things seemed good, right?"

"Yes." I'm getting confused as to where he's taking this.

"We were going somewhere. At least that's the impression I got."

"We are going somewhere!" I stress the present tense in an unsuccessful attempt at calming him down.

"This is not just about you, you know!" He says as if I need to be reminded. "You keeping this a secret…you tell your mom everything and you can't tell her about this. How is that supposed to make me feel, huh?" He pauses for a second, but doesn't let me answer as he continues. "You're a grown up, Rory! You have to stand up for yourself once in a while! Grow a backbone!"

My patience with him comes to an abrupt end.

"Hey! I want to tell her and I am going to. I just don't know how to say 'hey remember Jess, the guy I was madly in love with who ended up leaving me without notice and breaking my heart? Oh, wait of course you do, mom, you were the one who told me he was gone! Yeah, well we're together now! Are you happy for me?'"

He bites back. "Is this how it's gonna be, Rory? Every time we have a fight you're gonna bring up the past and throw it in my face?"

"No, not every time! But this time, yes, because it happens to be fairly relevant to this fight!" I all but scream at him. "Jess, I've told you a millions times already, I was gonna tell her, but things kept getting in the way! And I admit I am not looking forward to it, but I will tell her! Quite frankly, if you can't see that this is hard for me then…" I trail off.

"Then what?"

His question is poignant. He knows I won't answer. He knows. It's just his way of getting me to shut up.

And I do. Because even I don't know the end to that sentence.

He looks me straight in the eyes. It makes me feel like he can see right through me. Normally I like that feeling. Now I hate it.

For a moment he is calm again. "Why can't you tell your mom?"

"I was going to, but…"

Jess cuts me off. "Bull."

I stop mid sentence. I don't know what to say, but I have a feeling he will finish for me.

"You're afraid." He states simply. "You don't wanna tell your mom because you're afraid I'll leave again and Lorelai will be able to say I told you so."

I don't answer. I don't know what to say.

He shakes his head. "If I can't even convince you, how am I supposed to convince Lorelai?"

I don't respond. My hands remain stubbornly at my hips and I can feel my forehead and eyes working in unison creating a menacing scowl, illustrating my anger with him.

Not one to be outdone, Jess' expression matches mine perfectly confirming what I first assumed that this is not just any fight.

Finally having had enough of our juvenile staring contest, he pushes past me and the door slams shut.

I know this is when I'm supposed to feel guilty, but I am too angry to notice. I'm being unreasonable. But at the moment I don't care.

- - - -

Two hours of post-fight raging later, I care. I care very much. And I am sorry. Truly sorry.

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