Tristan's POV

Tristan looked around only to find Rory gone. Trying not to feel disappointed, he turned back to Luke.

"Did you see where Rory went?" He asked.

"No idea, sorry," Luke said as Lorelei took his hand.

They headed towards one of the huge windows. It was minutes away from 2017 and everyone was finding their spot to watch the ball drop. The only spot he wanted was the one next to Rory.

She'd always been his dream girl. He knew it the instant he walked into class late that day. He had to know her and he blew it.

"You coming?" Paris asked as she slipped off her stool, wobbling just a little.

"No, Paris, I'll have to pass," he said standing up. "I really need to find Rory."

Paris grinned at him. "Don't be an idiot. You got this."

There was no way he'd blow it this time.

Logan's POV

Logan calmed Colin. They were talking, actually listening to one another, when Steph and Finn returned.

"I didn't know you were in rehab," Colin explained as they talked about the phone calls.

"I had to. Who knows what would happen if I used again," Logan sighed, remembering those days yet again. "I was in a very dark place, knowing I got you seriously hurt, I'm sorry man. You don't know how sorry I am."

They hugged it out, feeling Finn's arms wrap around the both of them.

"It's been to long mates," he said. "Drinks on me!"

Logan started laughing, glad to see some things hadn't changed.

"Alright man, let's go," he said, clapping one hand on his other best friend's back.

"Wait," Colin said.

Logan and Finn both turned to him. Steph was standing next to him, holding his hand.

"How are you drinking?" Colin asked. "If rehab took and you get your chips, how are you drinking tonight?"

"That's the question, isn't it?" Logan asked in disgust. "Alcohol doesn't effect me anymore. I am immune. It's the strangest thing."

They looked at him with confused looks on their face.

"How is that possible?" Steph asked.

"It's not." Colin said, sounding angry again.

"No, it's true. I can get someone to back me up if you want." Logan sat in the nearest seat.

"Can you just explain it mate?" Finn asked, also sitting.

"I took a cruise. I'd been clean and sober at this point. And, well, I started thinking. One thing led to another and she ordered a drink. I drank the rest of the time. Not once did I even get buzzed. It was like drinking coffee.

The minute I docked I called my sponsor, we hashed I out. We went out and I showed her. It's possible by rare. Who knows why."

They were all silent for a second, before Finn spoke up.

"But you got drunk before."

"I know," Logan nodded. "And now I can't."

"Is this cruise the vacation you were telling me about?" Steph asked.

Logan nodded, knowing she caught what he didn't say. That he'd thought about these guys and how he missed them.

"So let's get a drink," he said, standing back up.

"And they're on me," Finn agreed.

"It's an open bar," Colin pointed out.

"Even better!"

Jess's POV

When the hugging started, Jess slipped away unnoticed. He knew Logan didn't need him anymore. Walking towards the bar, he mulled over everything that had happened tonight.

If someone had told him he'd willingly help both Emily Gilmore or Logan Huntzberger, he'd have slugged them. He'd always seen them as obstacles on his path to Rory.

Rory. Everytime he'd seen her, they'd argued. He wasn't sure why she was angry. He was the one who'd been used and tossed to the side, only to be avoided for years.

Televisions turned on and the music stopped. Everyone started moving to the windows and he checked his watch. Only a couple of minutes till the new year.

At the BA he ordered a beer with a double shot if tequila. He threw back the shot and chugged half his beer, before turning to look at a TV.

He saw Rory come out of the bathroom. She looked beautiful as she stood still for a moment. When she started to walk quickly, he started moving without thinking. He walked purposefully to her and as soon as he could reach out and touch her, he pulled her to him.

"Happy New Year!" The crowd cheered.

Jess captured her lips with his. He felt like he'd finally found his purpose on earth.

Logan's POV

They found a spot by the windows and enjoyed the view. They could see the crowds outside as well as the ball drop. As the ball hit and 2017 lit up, Logan looked around.

Colin and Steph were kissing passionately. Finn was kissing a complete stranger. It was almost perfect except he couldn't help Bu wish his Ace was with him.

Sighing, Logan wondered if she'd talk to him and give him a chance. He looked around at the people around, hoping to find her brilliant blue eyes.

"Hey," Bridget said, appearing out of nowhere near him. "Told you I'd be around."

"Yes, I guess you did," he smirked at her.

"Well, it's been a year since I last saw you, tell me everything," she said seriously.

"Let's see, I caught up with some old friends," he said seriously, playing along. "I faced my demons and came out the other side."

He reached for her hand and brought her closer to the group.

"Bridget, this is Finn and Colin, my best friends, and this is Stephanie, Colin's wife. Guys, this is Bridget."

Tristan's POV

"10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1," the crowd cheered. "Happy New Year!"

It was in that moment, Tristan saw her. She was in the arms of the punk with attitude from earlier and they were kissing. Immediately he left the party, getting his coat.

Outside he stood completely still, slowly breathing in and out. He stayed like that for several minutes.

He'd blown it and hadn't even known it. That was supposed to be his kiss. How did everything change so quickly or did he just misunderstand something. He couldn't comprehend it.

He'd never been able to figure her out and it wasn't for lack of trying. Even when he left to go to military school, he thought about her, trying to understand her.

Tonight he saw that fire that burned in her mesmerizingly blue eyes. Yet there was something different, something more. He thought he'd felt something.

He was wrong though. He was always wrong. He wasn't sure he deserved her. He wasn't that lucky of a guy.

He found himself at the bus bench they'd sat at earlier. He sat down and noticed it had stopped snowing.

Rory's POV

At first, Rory welcomed the kiss. It was warm familiar and nice. There was a sense of home and it was that feeling that made her pull back.

"Jess."

She knew it was him. It was time to have the discussion she'd been avoiding.

"Jess," she said again.

"For, I love you and I think...I don't know what I think, I just know it's always about you," he said in one big breath. "I love you Rory Gilmore."

Jess's POV

Jess let her lead him towards a table, happy she held his hand. Then they sat down and he could see her face. He knew he'd made a mistake.

"Just forget it," he muttered, standing back up.

"Sit down, Jess. Neither one of us are running anymore."

He looked at her and sat down. That's his problem, he never could refuse ger.

"Jess," she sighed. "I love you too. You're my best friend. Well, one of them," she nervously chuckled.

He just stared at her. Watching her look around the room, he knew she hoped he'd say something. This he'd deny her. He could wait her out.

"You're my best friend," she repeated with a sigh. "The only person I can have a book rant with. I want that in my life, I want you in my life."

She looked away and took a deep breath. She looked back at him, looking into his eyes.

"I don't love you like that. You're my brother and you can't love your brother. Not like that. Do you understand?"