Later that day (Saturday) Lane's Apartment.

*Rory and Lane have lunch just about every Saturday, to catch up with one another. At current time they are immersed in a conversation about Lane's new boyfriend—who is not Korean.

"..And he's so nice, a really hot, he's got dark brown eyes like Pat Monohan, a smile like Johnny Reznick, and amazing brown hair…and he's in a band! A band Rory!" Lane gushes at Rory

"And he's not a doctor."

"Well, no-

"And definitely not Korean."

"Definitely not. When have I ever dated anyone who fit my mother's criteria?"

"Point made. So where'd you meet him?"

"This little coffee place on campus, his band was playing...their know as Parallel Universe."

"Catchy."

"So he's a music major too, and he's got an amazing voice."

"Well, I'm happy for you."

"So…what's new in the life of Rory Gilmore?"

"Nothing really." Rory looks shyly at her best friend

Rory reaches across the table for the Phish Food. "Actually, you'll never guess who I saw last night, and well actually had breakfast with this morning." Lane shrugs, paying more attention to her cherry Garcia then her friend. "Jess." A clunk is heard as Lane drops her spoon, and looks up at her friend, her mouth full of ice cream.

"Gjesh?" Lane swallows hard and then continues. "Jess, Rebel with out a cause of Stars Hollow, Nephew of everyone's favorite diner owner, secret love of Rory Gilmore—

"Shut up, Lane."

Lane sits up intent on listening to her friend. "So what happen how is he?"

"Well, I was at Tristan's Last night—

"Again?"

"Not now, Lane, I refuse to go through that whole conversation again…besides he apparently seeing some physics major. Anyway he invited us over because he was having a party and it turned out that Jess was there."

"Why was he there?"

"Apparently he's Sean's best friend, the one that he always talks about but noone ever sees."

"Wow, little Sean, Sean that's allergic to dust and has seen star wars 300 times, is best friends with Jess."

"I know weird right. So anyway it was really weird, we kind of got into a fight."

"What?"

"I don't know, he was angry at me for not calling him--\

"But you did call him."

"Yea, but he doesn't know that…and he's not going to, Lane."

"So is he still seeing that Becca person?"

"I don't know, I don't think so, I mean he brought me Danish this morning, so that would mean no right, but he could have been being nice. Ugh I don't know!"

"Ok, Rory, calm down."

"I can't Lane, I don't know what I'm doing, that night that I called him, that was the worst time of my life. I still wake up at night hearing her voice."

"Rory, stop, don't put yourself through this again."

"He told me to call him, I call and this-this woman answers after 10 minutes of banter she tells me he's getting married. He'd never even mentioned me to her, not even once."

Lane sits next to Rory and hugs her. "I know, but you don't know what happened, he could have broken it off for all you know."

Rory whimpers. "That's true, I mean I could find out, we are going to see him on Friday."

"See, so you'll go in there, see if there's a picture on his night stand of a woman, and that'll be your answer. Now here, eat this." Lane hands Rory, the Cherry Garcia and carefully changes the subject.

*Jess Apartment.

**Jess turns his keys and walks inside, he looks up from the door and standing in front of him is a busty blonde dressed in a red sundress.

"What are you doing here?" He asked dejectedly.

"Well, this is my apartment too."

"How do you figure that, I haven't seen you in what 3 month?"

"I went home, you know that. My mother was s-

"Sick, yea I know, its funny for a women as sick as she is, your mother sounded perfectly fine when she called looking for you last month on her way to her sky diving group."

"Well I-

"Look, I don't care. You don't love, me fine, just have your stuff out by Friday morning."

A livid smirk passes over the young woman's face. "I paid the down payment on this damn place, and 3 months worth of rent, so this place is more mine then is yours."

Jess' face goes blank, and then his eyes narrow. "Don't be childish, you barely spent a week here since we bought the place."

"Yea well, now I'm back, and I want to get my life together…with a real man." Jess stares at the spiteful women, trying to remember why he'd ever proposed to her. "So, You have Your stuff out of here, in an hour." Becca's smirk broadens.

Jess shakes his head in frustration. "Heart of Saint Becca, honestly."

"Shut up. I'm going out, I'll be back at 8, you better be gone or I'll call the cops." Becca walks over to the door and hurries out.

*Within minutes Jess is putting things in to his suv. In the time it takes him to gather his belongings Jess realizes that has been living in someone else's home, the apartment was never his, it was filled with all of her junk, and the bare minimum of his stuff she'd allowed him to keep. As he shoved things into the back seat, a sense of relief spread through Jess. He was finally free of the one person who brought out the worst in him. He'd only proposed because he thought that's what you were supposed to do when you've been dating someone for over a year. What love their was in their relationship had dissolved a long time ago, Becca had taken up with some guy in marketing 6 months ago, and since then Jess had heard from her three times. Packing the last garbage bag of clothes, Jess stops suddenly remembering that he had nowhere to go. Picking up the phone he dials a number.

"Hi, Sean?"