Jess had just gotten off the phone with Rory, and into his house, when his phone rung again. He smiled, thinking it was Rory again. But it wasn't. It was Peter, his boss.
"Pete! Hi. What's up?" He said casually.
"Oh you know. This and that. The this and the that actually have something to do with you, Mr Mariano."
"Oh yeah?" Jess asked. He didn't think anyone found out about the fight in the store, so what could this be about?
"You left the store damaged. I don't know what happened but it looked like you had a punch up in there."
Jess froze. They couldn't have found out...
"Uh, what do you mean? A punch up? Huh. Haven't heard anything about it."
"Oh, well I can put Mr Huntzberger on the line if you'd like to speak with him."
"Logan?!" Jess yelled. "Yes, he punched me. Yes, I defended myself. By moving out of the way!"
"Well, Mr... we're letting you go. We can't deal with things like this, we have a new employee coming in tomorrow. Get your stuff, and get out."
The phone went silent.
Rory was staying at his house. She didn't have a job, and neither did he. How would he provide? He knew he had to give her the life She needed. He owed her that. He would have to get a job at... oh no, not Walmart again.
He heard a knock on the door. "Jess? You in there?" *knock knock* "Jess?"
Jess tripped over himself trying to get to the door. He had tried his best to clean up for Rory coming... his house wasn't exactly the nicest place. He set up a camp bed for himself, but gave Rory his bed (new sheets).
Jess opened the door, though slightly hiding behind it.
"Sorry I must have the wrong-"
"Not at all."
"Jess!" Rory hugged him, relieved that she finally found the right house. "It took so long to find you. First I went to the wrong building then another wrong building then- hi!"
Jess was about to say hi back when Rory obviously found the bathroom and disappeared into it. Jess bought out some brownies he got from the nearest bakery and placed them on the table, just as Rory came out, hair in a high messy ponytail.
"Got your hair done by a pro, I see." Jess thought out loud.
"Oh, yes. It's so in right now- the "I just got out of bed" look."
"I see why. It's hot. Almost... the female version of Rande Gerber, hot."
"Cindy Crawford."
Jess was confused. Who was Cindy Crawford?
Rory seemed to have read his thoughts, saying "His wife. Cindy Crawford."
"Huh. I have some general knowledge to catch up on."
Rory smiled, batting her eyelashes. Since when did she know how to do that? For better or worse, Logan had really changed her. "Yes. Yes you do- ooh, brownies! For me?"
Jess smiled. A crooked, playful smile - "No, for me. It has to go on the pile of gifts from my other suitors!"
Rory eyed him suspiciously. "And who might these suitors be?"
"Nobody, they're for you."
"Wow... after all these years, you still remember the day I said I would marry brownies it I could! Did you buy the big one a tux? I have a dress ready to go!"
Jess didn't remember the last time he was truly happy. Probably 4 years ago, when he met Rory. Before then- probably never. It was a good feeling. He watched Rory devour all the brownies, then stopped halfway through the last one. "Oh... sorry Jess. Did you want one?"
"No, go ahead. I have some lettuce over here for me."
"You're kidding!" She said, suprised at his eating habits. "You're taking after Luke."
Jess watched her eat the last piece. "Well, only a true Gilmore can eat as badly as you and your mother do."
