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You guys caught my weak point: the voice. I don't know how to explain this, but you know when you're on the phone, sometimes people's voices alter slightly? Well… yeah. (pls pls pls accept my err.. explanation)

I've just realised… if I make it a trory, all the literatis' would make my day living hell, but if I make it a literati, all the trory's will make my worst nightmare come true. What is my worst nightmare? Nah nah nah nah boo boo, don't want to tell you! Arghhh! Decisions, decisions…

I feel quite sorry about the long author's note… not!

Chapter 4

Jess cursed. A traffic jam. A 2 mile long traffic jam. An incubus in true living colour. He looked over at Rory, who had fallen asleep after telling him about her encounter with the fabulous Romeo. He smiled. He swept away the hair that was sure to annoy her. Rory looked so peaceful, with her hair about her like a halo.

He heard cars beeping angrily behind him and looked up. So what if the cars in front of me moved by about a foot? Damn people, always in a hurry to get somewhere

He accelerated forward, and stopped abruptly. Then, another of his nightmares became true. He heard a sickening crunch of metal behind him.

Rory woke up. What's all this racket? She looked around, unfamiliar with her surroundings, but knowing that she was in her mum's car. What are all these cars doing here? Why am I here in the first place?

She walked out of the jeep and saw him.

"Jess," she called out, her voice still scratchy from her nap. Jess jogged around to her seat, and gave her a hug.

"Jess, what's happening?" asked Rory, her eyes adjusting to the sight. Her mum's bumper was totally crushed.

A middle aged lady was standing behind the jeep, staring at the damage and talking on the phone animatedly at the same time.

"Rory, don't freak out, okay?" Jess paused, gazing deep into her eyes. "That lady over there is the driver of the Benz that crashed into your mum's jeep. I called your mum to tell her that the car broke down, but there's a place nearby where we can crash. Since tomorrow is the weekend, she doesn't mind much. The traffic factor probably helped a lot in stopping Lorelai from running over here to save her saintly daughter. Also, that lady's name is Carla Harrison. She's quite nice, married lady, with a daughter and a son. She says she's got connections and will fix and pay for the damage if we don't press any charges against her."

Rory nodded tiredly. Another mess that I've gotten myself into "I'm fine with that. Are you going to tell mum the truth?"

Jess gave her a crooked smile. "Only if she really wants to know. Also, that place we're going to crash into? It's Mrs Harrison's place."

Rory nodded again. "That's great. I'm not surprised this happened, considering your unfortunate past. Thank god I've got some extra clothes in the jeep."

Someone came to tow the car away, and Rory and Jess got into Mrs Harrison's car, which was relatively unharmed. Rory lugged her heavy schoolbag and the extra clothes, when Jess told her it would be easier for the both of them if he just carried it. Apparently the sight of Rory tugging the luggage was too heartbreaking. Rory just thought he felt guilty about the trouble he was bringing her into.

Mrs Harrison started her car, and apologised for what seemed like the 20th time. "I'm so sorry, Jess and Rory. I was talking on the phone and I didn't realise what I was doing."

"It's ok, Mrs Harrison. Neither of us have anything important tomorrow," said Rory.

"Oh thank heavens for that. I feel so old when you call me that. Just call me Carla."

Jess nodded.

Carla chattered all the way to her house. Rory and Jess were quite taken in by her, because she was so nice and all that.

Rory gasped when Carla stopped the car. The house in front of them was practically a castle. It was bigger than her grandparent's house, and that was saying something. There were about 11 cars parked there, all either BMW's, Mercedes, Rolls Royce or Alpha Romeo's.

"Wow," breathed Rory.

Jess gave an approving nod. "This is a nice place, Carla."

Carla glanced at them, and chuckled. "It's just handed down from generation to generation on my husband's side of the family. It's quite something, huh?"

"You can say that again," laughed Rory.

"It's part of the reason I married him," confided Carla. She gave a wicked smile, and led them to the entrance, which was opened by the butler.

"Good evening, Missus Carla," greeted the butler. He gave an appraising look towards Rory and Jess, as if silently inquiring as to who they were.

"This is Jess Mariano and Rory Gilmore, Jameson. Which rooms did Marlene set up for them?"

Jameson nodded, and gave a hesitant smile towards them. "Guest rooms 5 and 11, Missus. What time should I tell Cook to get ready dinner?"

Rory gave a quick look at Jess, and conveyed the message across that these people were loaded. I've never heard of anyone who has 11 guest bedrooms. Maybe more, who knows?

Carla thought for a while. "How does eight o'clock sound?" She looked around at Rory and Jess, who nodded their consent.

"All right, I'll lead you guys to your rooms then." She led the way up to the first set of stairs, and stopped when she stepped on the first rung.

"Jameson," she called out. "Where are my angels?"

"In their respective rooms, missus."

Carla nodded, and continued on her way.

"Right. This is the 5th guestroom. Which one of you want to stay here?"

Rory glanced around the hallway. It seemed kind of spooky. Jess glanced at Rory, and recognised the reluctance on her face.

"I'll take it," said Jess.

Carla smiled. "Great. You'll find that there are clothes there and a towel. You might want to take a shower to wash off all that debris you picked up."

Jess nodded, gave Rory a hug, and stepped into the room.

"All right my dear, now we have to find your room."

Rory nodded.

"So, how long have you guys been together?" asked Carla.

Rory shook her head. "Me and Jess? Oh, we're not a couple."

Carla laughed. "You can't fool me, you guys seem so close."

"We're best friends, not a couple."

Carla nodded. "I see, well you guys do make quite a cute couple, if I do say so myself."

Rory smiled. "I just can't imagine me and Jess together. It'd be like being together with my brother, if I had one."

Carla shot a look at Rory. "Are you sure? Because sometimes, you don't know what you feel for someone unless you've lost them."

Rory nodded. "I'm quite sure."

"Ah well." Carla stopped at a door. "Right, this is guestroom number 11. Your place to stay for now."

Rory smiled. "Great."

Carla was going to walk away when she paused. "If you need anything, you can ask my son for help. He's right next door."

Rory walked into the room, and gave another gasp. It was huge, and everything was so nicely furnished. This is like a fairy tale There was a four poster bed in the middle of the large room, and a phone on the bedside table. There was also a desk, a tv and a mini fridge.

She saw a door, and opened it. The bathroom. It had a huge tub, and Rory sighed with relief. Now I can just take a relaxing bath She looked around for any bubble bath solution (A/N: is that what you call it?), but couldn't find any.

Rory sighed. Guess I'll have to knock on her son's door

Rory walked out of her guestroom, and knocked on the door next to hers.

"Hold on, I'm coming," yelled the guy from inside.

Rory paused for a while. Did Clara say how old her son is? Maybe he's my age

The door opened, to reveal someone clad in a towel.

Rory gasped. It was Tristan.

The guy rubbed soap from his eyes, and blinked rapidly at the sight before him.

"Rory, what are you doing here?"

to be continued…

Review please and don't curse me! I ended it there to add a teeny bit of suspense to the story, and besides I'm going to bed now. I have to fly somewhere tomorrow. BTW, I expect a lot of reviews when I get back from my trip! (ps. don't worry I won't be gone that long. Just about two days.)