Wow, so sorry this took me like a million years to post. I wanted it to be semi perfect, and even though it still didn't happen, it's time to post it. I actually like this chapter a lot, so I hope you enjoy it as well. The next one will take place sometime in the near future. How near, we may never know.

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"Wow," said Lorelai in complete shock. Rory rolled her eyes. This was the seventh wow in the last ten minutes.

"Mom, can you find a new word please? Maybe even a full sentence, which would be good."

"Well I can't believe you had a food fight in here! And with whipped cream!"

"Well it wasn't planned, it just sort of happened!"

"Is there anymore whipped cream?" Rory shook her head. "Guess I'll have to go shopping tomorrow," she joked. Rory laughed and the turned to once again face the movie. As soon as the credits started rolling, Rory turned towards her mother.

"Mom? I have a question for you." Lorelai turned off the TV.

"Shoot."

"Well a few days ago, Jess got a letter from his buddies in New York," she started. Lorelai nodded, urging her to continue.

"We had a talk about his life in New York, and he said he might go back to visit some old friends. I told him that if it was okay with you, I would go with him." Rory waited patiently for her mother to absorb the information.

"Rory…I don't know, New York is dangerous in the City."

"But Jess and I will stay together the entire time; I promise we'll be careful."

"How long is he going? I mean we should start getting you ready for school."

"Maybe a few days, no longer than a week. We have two and a half months until school starts. Can I please go?" Lorelai let out a sigh. She trusted both of them, but how was she going to sleep at night knowing that her little girl was running around New York City?

"Well…I guess if you promise not to join any gangs, and you say no to drugs, and you stay with Jess at all times then you can go." Rory squealed excitedly, throwing her arms around Lorelai. "One thing I would like you to do though. I don't want you staying at a seedy place, so use your grandparents timeshare in the Marriot; it's a few blocks from all the touristy stuff so it's pretty nice."

"Okay, we will. Thank you so much! I'm gonna call him to let him know."

"I'm gonna go to sleep then, I'm worn out," she stifled a yawn. "Night sweets," she said while placing a kiss on her head.

"Night mom," she replied before dashing into her room and sprawling out on her bed. She reached on her night table for the phone and dialed the familiar numbers.

"Hello?" He answered after a few rings. Rory bit back a smile.

"She said yes!" Rory exclaimed.

"Um okay? I didn't know you proposed to someone but hey that's cool," he teased, a little confused with her outburst.

"No you jerk my mom said yes, I can go to New York with you."

"Really?"

"Yes, and she's letting us stay at my grandparent's timeshare," she said seductively. Jess smirked at the other end of the line.

"Well I'm sure we could get a lot of use out of that," he teased. Rory laughed.

"So, what are you wearing?" she asked.

"Shouldn't I be asking you this?"

"I beat you to it," she retorted.

"I'm wearing boxers," he said simply. She waited for him to continue.

"And?"

"And what? That's what I'm wearing."

"Seriously, you have nothing else on? Not a bad image." He chuckled.

"Why don't you come over and see the real thing?"

"Sorry, no can do. I will see you tomorrow though," She said apologetically.

"Alrighty, see you then." They both hung up, and Rory threw herself on her bed, happy that she was going to get to go to New York.

One week later, Rory was waving goodbye to Lorelai as her and Jess drove to the Hartford Train Station. Rory turned towards him once she could no longer see her mother.

"Tell me again why we can't just drive the car to New York. I mean, the train will take three times as long," she complained. Jess smiled.

"I want you to experience New York like a true native. That means that from now on, it's trains, subways and cabs." Rory huffed.

"It sounds like we'll be walking a lot." He simply shook his head, and put on the radio. "What if I get blisters?"

"I packed band-aids in my bag, I think you'll live," he teased. She sat back and enjoyed the ride until they pulled up at the train station. She grabbed her bag out of the trunk after he did and both got a ticket for the next train to New York.

"I can't believe we're really doing this! I'm really excited," she gushed. He put his arm around her as they headed out to the platform.

"I wouldn't get too excited, I mean it's nothing like New York in the movies."

"But still, getting to see where you grew up will be fun." They both stepped on to the train and took a seat away from other people. She snuggled into his side and let out a yawn.

"Oh no, don't go to sleep on me," he joked. She gave him a glare.

"I'm tired, I had to get up super early today."

"I wanted us to be able to make it to this amazing café for lunch," he explained.

"Ah, well as long as food is involved then I can forgive you."

"I figured as much." He placed his arm around her and chuckled as she snuggled into his lap, fast asleep in a matter of seconds.

It was close to eleven when Rory felt a slight shake against her shoulder. Her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled when she saw Jess attempting to wake her up.

"Hey you, It's been close to 4 hours, you couldn't have possibly been that tired."

"I wasn't, but you were so comfortable that I didn't want to wake up," she said. She stood up slowly and grabbed her bag from under her seat. They both walked off the train and she secretly smiled when he grabbed her hand protectively. She took in the sites before her; all of New York amazed her. There were people running every which way, and it was a little intimidating.

She wasn't sure where they were going, but the fact that he was taking the lead made her feel giddy. It was nice to have him looking out for her. She gave his hand a light squeeze, and giggled when she saw the corner of his mouth turn up in a grin.

"Ok, in order to be a true New Yorker, you need to be able to wave down a cab," he stated suddenly. Rory gave him a look.

"Exactly how am I supposed to do this?" She looked around as five people a second hailed a cab and jumped in.

"They key is to be aggressive, let the cab know that if he doesn't stop for you, you'll kill him."

"Right, because I look like a cold blooded killer," she said sarcastically.

"Ok, stand close to the edge of the side walk," he positioned her, letting his fingers rest against her slight hips, "Now, whistle as loud as you can. And throw your hand out with force," he directed. She tentatively stuck her hand out and let out a slight whistle. She frowned as the taxi flew right by her to a couple of old guys behind them.

"This is hard, he didn't even glance at me."

"You have to whistle like you mean it. Here, I'll show you." He expertly stepped near the street, let out a loud whistle, and flagged the first cab that came into view. She raised her eyebrows at him.

"Well aren't you just a lucky duck," she said. He laughed.

"Right, the fact that I've lived here has nothing to do with it." He put their bags into the trunk and Rory gave directions to the Marriott where they were staying. She scooted in and gave him an admiring look. "What?"

"It's just nice to see you in your element. You seem happy," she observed. He placed a gentle kiss on her lips.

"It's good to be home, that's all." She smiled, and wrapped her arms around one of his, enjoying the proximity until the cab pulled up in front of a huge building. They both got out, Rory paying as Jess grabbed the bags. She reached for his hand as they both headed into the lobby to check in. They waited as a stout woman pulled up their information, and then halfheartedly handed them a key.

"Jesus, this high we're gonna get a nosebleed," he commented as she pushed the button for floor thirty-five. She laughed.

"I've never even been here before, it's really nice."

"Yea, I hope they have those good bathrobes," he joked. They got out, and walked until they came to room 356. Her face was in awe as she looked at the room that they were in.

"Wow, how amazing is this?" She asked excitedly. She threw her bag by the dresser and plopped on the bed. He followed, crawling up the length of her body. She sighed. "What should we do now? I'm thinking lunch."

"I'm thinking sex," he teased. Rory's eyes went wide.

"Jess! My god do you have to be so…blunt about it," she whispered. He kissed her cheeks where they started to flood with a light pink.

"You get embarrassed too easily, I mean even after all the stuff we've done it's amazing how the words get to you still." He placed kisses down her neck, and she squirmed beneath him.

"You're tickling me," she whined. He lifted his head to smirk at her before descending on her lips again. He felt her smile through the kiss, and slowly ended it before she could deepen it. "No fair," she grinned as he rolled off of her and grabbed the booklet sitting on the night table.

"I thought you wanted lunch?"

"I do, but didn't you want to take me to that place you were talking about?"

"I did, but now it's much more tempting to stay here," he said mischievously. She rolled her eyes, but placed her chin on his shoulder as she helped him pick out food to order. As Jess ordered from the menu, Rory went to her stuff to unpack. She smiled when she heard him get frustrated with the Spanish speaker on the other end of the phone. It was funny to see his brow furrow, and his hair practically stick up on end. After about ten more minutes, he finally hung up.

"Is the food coming?"

"I sure as hell hope so. Would it kill them to put someone who understood English on the phone?" Rory laughed.

"Well maybe he doesn't understand bad English, don't think I didn't here all of those muttered words you were conveying to the poor guy."

"Sure, take his side. And I was speaking normally, but then he went all foreign on me," he explained.

"Well as long as the food is coming," she shrugged.

"He could be planning to assassinate me, but as long as you get the food it's okay."

"No, I would give up food for you," she stated simply.

"Oh? Why?" She walked back towards the bed, and sat in his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Without food I'm hungry. Without you, I'm nothing," she whispered. He smiled at her.

"That's a relief," he said before flipping them over and kissing her senseless, neither caring that food service was knocking at the door.