"Dean," was all Rory could say when she finally found him.
"Where were you? I've been looking all over for you,"
"We have to break up," Rory got up the courage to say the words she knew she'd have to repeat judging by the disbelief on Dean's face.
"What why?"
"I kissed Jess,"
"But it didn't mean anything did it?"
"Yes, no...I don't know. It just wouldn't be fair to you if we stayed together,"
"Are you sure about this?"
"Yes. And admit it Dean, you are too. We haven't been the way we were in months,"
"You're right. I guess this is goodbye?"
"Yeah," and she walked off towards home, half dreading talking to her mother. One thing was for sure, she was taking that trip to Washington D.C with Paris. Why the hell had she kissed Jess? Was Lorelei right? Was she falling for him? Or was she just happy he was back? And did RoryandDean just turn to Rory and Dean?
She needed time to think. Plus it would be an experience Harvard would definitely be impressed with. Maybe, if she were really lucky, her and Paris would reach that term called "friends,"
"Rory darling! Is that you?" Lorelei called from the living room.
"Yes mom," Rory answered softly, going to her mother.
"What's wrong?"
"I kissed Jess, broke up with Dean and am going to Washington D.C for the summer.
"Alright then. A) What??????? B) Are you sad? And C) Send me a postcard and call every night,"
"I kissed Jess for some possessed reason of which I'm not sure. No I'm not sad. I think we were bound to break up soon anyway. It just wasn't...right anymore. How about every other night? I think Paris will have me on work overload,"
"Wow. Just wow. Which movie?"
"Thelma and Louise please,"
"Coming right up,"
"So are you going to explain Jess?" Lorelei asked two hours later.
"I don't know. He asked if I missed him and before we knew it I kissed him. That's all there is to it,"
"I sincerely doubt that that's all there is to it hon. Hey...bed. Plane early tomorrow,"
Rory flopped onto her bed in more hopelessly confused than she could ever remember being.
Five weeks later Rory was going insane. Her and Paris had made some sort of friendship, but it was still a bit awkward. She knew about Jess, and Rory knew that Paris still loved Tristan.
"So call him,"
"What?"
"Call Jess. You miss him; he's got it bad for you. Have your forbidden drama. You know what I mean,"
"I don't miss him,"
"Liar,"
"Fine. But what am I supposed to say,"
"Anything," Paris stated firmly.
"Hello?" Jess answered the phone.
"Hey,"
"What's up?"
"Nothing,"
"How's Washington?"
"Exciting, scary. How's Stars Hollow,"
"The usual. So you broke up with Dean,"
"Yeah,"
"Why?"
"You know why,"
"No, I don't think I do. What the hell Rory?"
"We were over anyway. It didn't feel right anymore,"
"Is that why...?"
"I missed you,"
"Really?"
"Yes,"
"I missed you too,"
"Really?"
"Yeah,"
"So... see you next week?"
"Count on it,"