Authors Note: I've kept my promise, you gave me three reviews, and I give you the next chapter. Jess and Rory are still in the diner, in case you were wondering.

Disclaimer: I really don't own it. This story (clever me) does belong to me.

Rating: PG-13

Chapter Ten: The Truth About The Kisses

Jess wasn't saying anything. I have to admit, it did sound like someone was holding a gun to m head when I said it, but I smiled at him, AND then I looked up at him as if he was my God or something.

And he's still not saying anything.

Well, you can't blame a girl for trying.

"Me in general?" Oh, wow, he's finally said something and all I can say is, 'erlack'. Where the hell did that come from?

Jess was amused by my made up sound, so he continued, "Were you thinking about me? Or my hair, or my sweater, or the coffee pot that is sitting right next to me – "

Now, I don't if it's because of how lousy I'm feeling or how confused I'm feeling because Jess thinks I'm thinking about his hair, but I really did not control what came out next.

"I can't have coffee!" And now I am mentally hitting myself. I can see a cartoon me as tall as my thumb getting hit by massive hand in my head. God, I need a therapist, or better yet, a good spanking. (Not the cartoon me, the real me.)

"You…can't have…what?" Oh, he is enjoying this. I think he is a manipulator also. He's going to pretend he's really shocked, and then he's going to repeat what I say, so that I have to continue explaining, so he could look even more shocked. Or maybe…he's just really shocked. Or both.

"I have a bet!" See, he made me say that! He's making me speak with an exclamation point at the end of my sentences. Ugh, he makes me so mad! Or maybe…he's not doing anything and I'm acting crazy on a low shortage of coffee.

"Me and my mother. We have a bet for twenty-two dollars fifty and we have three days to go and I am telling you all this for no reason, and I am being manipulated by y-you and Tristan and the coffee pot, who, if you listen really closely is saying "Rory" over and over again in this little mechanical voice, and it sounds like something out of a horror film, like "Attack of the Coffee pots", and I swear the movie will be much more scarier than the title." I scowled at a bewildered Jess. "And you have just made me tell you all that for no reason, so I'm going we can talk about this later."

I quickly left the diner, a little embarrassed. I sighed as I looked back at my poor boyfriend. Well, at least he didn't make me speak in exclamation points.

Mom was losing it. She was seriously losing it. I decided I wouldn't let her drink coffee. I did need a new CD to love, and a new book, but I decided to hold off. I wanted to see if we could last the whole week. I even read Mom an article of what coffee could do to you, even though I know it's a bit late.

After I had thrown out the idea of tying Mom up I left for Luke's. I needed to figure this thing out with Jess.

"You're back. I knew you would be." Jess smirked.

"Shut up." I said. "We need to talk."

"Rory, come on." Jess pleaded.

"What?"

"Don't break up with me."

"I'm not breaking up with you."

"So, you just go around starting conversations with, 'we need to talk?'"

"Yeah." I replied.

"Oh."

"Jess." I said, suddenly.

"What?"

"Shane an Tristan."

"Okay, I'll grab the torches. You grab the pitch forks."

"N-no, they're coming in here."

"So, what do we do?"

"Um…" Then quickly, I grabbed Jess and we hurriedly hid behind the counter.

"Great plan," Jess whispered. I hit him.

Now the following part is much easier to tell about in script form:

SHANE: Man, I feel so good. Don't you feel good?

TRISTAN: [grunt]

SHANE: Well, did you do it?

TRISTAN: [another grunt]

SHANE: Tristan?

TRISTAN: Yeah.

SHANE: Did she run away?

TRISTAN: Yeah.  Her trademark, really.

Me, mad. Jess, laughing.

SHANE: Our plan worked perfectly.

"Plan?" I mouthed to Jess.

He just shrugged.

SHANE: You get what you want, and I get what I want. Rory. Jess.

Tristan wants me? Shane wants Jess? But I want Jess. I mean, I HAVE Jess. Or both.

SHANE: They'll get so mad at each other, that they'll come running into our arms. I mean, like we'd ever go out.

Tristan, mad. Me, laughing. And then I stop. Those slimy, little weasels. Ugh, I hate them. Now, Jess is laughing.

"Me? Her?" He points to himself than at Shane. "Again? By choice?"

SHANE: Oh, donut.

TRISTAN: You know, they did look happy.

SHANE: Who?

[She bites into the donut]

TRISTAN: Rory and Jess.

SHANE: Oh, who cares. That opposites attract thing is so fake. Let's go. I'll pay 'em later.

[Has a really annoying high pitched]

[TRISTAN and SHANE leave]

I'm shocked. And I'm not faking.

"C-can you believe that?" I asked Jess.

"I know that donut was like three months old."

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