spoilers : I seriously don't think there are any in here ...

pairing : literati ; b/t

disclaimer : I do not, nor will I ever own Gilmore Girls. *tear*

author's note : I apologize for not updating for months, but I've been swamped with school. But now that we're on our winter holiday I hope to get a few more chapters up. As I promised, this is all Jess and Rory.



"Jess?"

"Shh..."

"What are you doing behind that tree?"

"Come look."

Rory walks toward Jess's voice. "What is that?" she asks, puzzled.

"It's a cow," he says sarcastically, "What do you think it is?"

"It's a boat."

"Well now, was that so hard?"

"No. But what do I get for guessing right?"

"This." Jess leans in and gives her a lingering kiss.

"Good prize."

"Cheap too."

The two of them stepped into the boat in silence, and Jess started to row. When they were in the middle of the lake, he stopped and pulled out a book.

"Pride and Prejudice."

"You remembered!" Rory said, almost squealing with joy.

"Of course."

The rest of the afternoon was spent out on the boat. And when it started to get dark, Jess started rowing in. When they got to the dock, there was a picnic basket and a blanket waiting for them there.

"You had help." Rory stated.

"So you think."

"There's no way this could've been out here without me noticing it."

"Are you saying that you'd take your eyes off of me for food?"

"Uh...yeah."

"Boy, I feel the love now."

"You should. Let's eat."

Jess rolled his eyes and proceeded to set up their dinner.

~ * ~

Rory flopped down on her bed and winced at the feeling of something hard on her stomach. The phone. She dialed the familiar number.

"Clara? It's Rory. May I speak to ... yeah, thanks."

Becca / Rory intercut

"So, did you have a nice date?"

"I knew it was you that helped him plan it."

"I did no such thing. I only placed the basket on the dock."

"He thought of it himself?"

"Didn't think he had it in him, did you?"

"Never in a million years," Rory sighed, "So anything new with you?"

"Just ask it Rory. I know what you want to know."

"Then why don't you just save us both time and answer it?"

"Because I don't answer unasked questions. It's giving away too much information."

"Okay. So, anything new with you and TRISTAN?"

"Nope."

"Liar, liar pants on fire."

"What grade are we in again?"

"Hold on, I'm counting."

"Come on Becca! I want to know."

"Seriously nothing. We're just friends."

"Really? What about that night..."

"I think we both erased it from our memories."

"Oh."

"Yep. Uh, I have to go clean the fish-tank. I'll talk to you tomorrow alright?"

"Okay, have fun."

end

"Wait," Rory thought to herself, "They don't have a fish-tank."

~ * ~

Jess took the long way home after dropping Rory off at "the crap shack." He had a lot to think about. Should he tell her? Or was it too soon? Are they that serious? Is it unrequited?

"Oh God," he sighed as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

"Damn. The line's busy. She's probably talking to Rory." Jess shook his head and dialed another number.

"Dugrey residence."

"Uh yeah, is Tristan there?"

"Hold on a moment."

"Sure."

Tristan / Jess intercut

"Hello?"

"Hey preppie."

"There are only a certain number of people in the world that can get away with calling me that, and I don't think you're one of them."

"Relax, it's Jess."

"I know, caller ID."

"Ahh, the luxuries of the blue blood."

"What else is new?"

"Nothing in the parliament, obviously."

Tristan rolled his eyes. { a/n : there seems to be a lot of that in this story } "Okay, so what do you want?"

"I was wondering if you could but two tickets to the Winter Formal for me."

"Sure."

"Thanks, I'll pay you back."

"I'm sure you will."

"Are you going?"

"I must. Father Dugrey is forcing his only son to make an appearance at all school events. 'It wouldn't be proper not to.' "

"So you and Becca aren't going together?"

"I haven't asked her."

"Yet?"

"Yet."

"When are you going to? In March? The dance is coming up soon, isn't it?"

"In a week." Tristan sighed.

"Well you should hurry up then."

"Tomorrow."

"Okay man. Tomorrow then."

"Tomorrow."

"Bye."

"Bye."

end

Tristan hung up the phone.

:: Tomorrow :: He thought to himself. :: Why couldn't tomorrow be in a year? ::



* { a/n : Yes, I know, short, but oh look, there's another chapter! PLEASE REVIEW! } *