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Part 5 Come away with me
Come away with me in the night

Come away with me

And I will write you a song
Come away with me on a bus

Come away where they can't tempt us

With their lies

I want to walk with you

On a cloudy day

In fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high...
The piano music with Norah Jones' warm, soft voice filled the room with comfort. Rory and Jess lay, under the covers, her head resting on his forehead, their fingers intertwined.

"I'd live in London, late 70's and early 80's," Jess said.

"I could have guessed that," Rory said. "I ask you if you could live anywhere, anytime, where would you live, and just as I predicted, you just want to be anywhere that you could meet the Clash."

"And the Sex Pistols," Jess added. "Don't forget the Sex Pistols."

"Oh I'm sorry, how could I forget such a thing?" Rory said, mocking him playfully. Jess played absentmindedly with a strand of her hair. "Ok," Rory said. "You're turn."

Jess sighed. "All right. Let's see..." he paused. "Ok. If you could meet any person, dead or alive, who would it be?"

"Oh come on!" Rory objected. "That's such a cliché question. Besides you already know it would be Vir-"

"Virginia Woolf," Jess finished for her. "Just so you could prove how bogus and inaccurate 'The Hours' was."

Rory sighed. "I have a legitimate opinion!" she paused, and added in a quieter voice, "They really have to stop trying to make movies out of books."

Jess chuckled. "See, I already know all there is to know about you. There's nothing left to ask."

"Oh yeah?" Rory challenged him. "I bet you don't know about the infamous pineapple cake incident, do you?"

"No," Jess asked, unsure of whether he ought to be curious, amused, or frightened. "What pineapple cake incident?"

"I'm not gonna tell," Rory said in a sing song-y voice.

"Aw, come on!" Jess protested, pulling her closer to him. "You're such a tease sometimes."

"Yes, well," Rory said slyly, "Every woman needs an element of mystery to keep people interested."

Jess sighed. "I don't think you have to worry about me losing interest," he said. "ESPECIALLY not after this."

Rory smiled to herself, playing with his fingers. "This WAS really nice, wasn't it?"

"I'd say nice is an understatement," Jess responded.

Rory looked up at him. "How much time do we have?"

Jess checked the clock. "It's 11:30," he said. "We don't have to leave for another hour and a half. No worries."

Rory readjusted her head upon his bare chest with a smile. "Good. Cuz I'm really comfortable right now. Like on a scale of one to ten, ten being the most comfortable you could possibly be, this is like a 78."

Jess laughed. "Yeah see? You can have my arm as a pillow without me being dead. You don't even have to sever it from my body like you previously planned."

"Yeah," Rory nodded. "I like it better this way. Less blood."

Jess smiled to himself. She was so amazing; he couldn't even imagine what he'd ever done in his life to deserve something this good.

Rory sighed. "So this is pillow talk."

"Yeah," Jess replied. "I guess it is."

"Now I understand what all the fuss is about," Rory said. "Pillow talk is nice. I mean, where else does one get a chance to bring up the infamous pineapple incident? And then of course, drive you crazy by not explaining it."

"Like I said before," Jess said. "You're a tease."

Rory rubbed the pendant Jess had given her between her thumb and forefinger, feeling the brand new engravings and the flawless metal. "I'm never gonna take this off," she said.

Jess watched her. "It looks good on you."

Rory kissed his shoulder. "I don't wanna leave. You think anyone'll notice if we just never come home and start living here?"

"Yeah, but only because Lorelai will get bored without you and whine so incessantly that no one could forget our absence if they tried."

Rory laughed. "You have a point. My mother's not exactly the best at handling my absence maturely." She paused. "But I guess we'll just have to force her to get used to it."

"What do you mean?"

Rory smiled at him. "I think I'm gonna be wanting to spend a little less time at home from now on and a little more time... well, anywhere we can guarantee she won't walk in on us." She giggled.

"Rory Gilmore," Jess teased. "I'm shocked at you. What would your mother say?"

"Nothing probably. I think she's still happily in denial of the fact that I'm not 12 anymore and I don't think boys have cooties. But someday she'll wake up, smell the coffee, and realize that the resident James Dean has corrupted her poor innocent daughter."

"And then what happens?" Jess asked.

"Then she tries to kill you," Rory stated simply. "But don't worry. I'll protect you."

"You will?" Jess asked, skeptically. "Care to explain how?"

"I dunno," Rory answered. "I'll take Karate lessons."

"Wax on, wax off, Daniel Son," Jess added, as the two erupted in laughter. As their laughs faded, Rory pulled the covers up tighter.

"Don't let me fall asleep," she said, closing her eyes and yawning.

"It looks like it's a little too late for that," Jess commented. He kissed her forehead. "I'll wake you up when it's time to leave."

Rory left her eyes closed as she spoke. "Hey someday after graduation, let's go run away somewhere."

"Where?"

"Wherever," she answered. "But you can't plan it. That takes away the element of spontaneity that makes the whole thing exhilarating."

Jess shook his head. "Only you could find a way to use the word exhilarating while half asleep."

Rory yawned. "Yep. That's me. Wordy Rory. I like big words. They're fun..." she trailed off. "Gotta love those big-wordy-- words..."

Jess chuckled to himself as Rory fell asleep, shaking his head and thinking to himself, "God, has she ever ruined my image..." But he just couldn't seem to care.
...So won't you try to come

Come away with me and we'll kiss

On a mountaintop

Come away with me

And I'll never stop loving you

And I want to wake up with the rain

Falling on a tin roof

While I'm safe there in your arms

So all I ask is for you

To come away with me in the night

Come away with me...
A/N: I know I know it was way too short. but I wanted the next part to start the next morning so. the next part comes soon I promise, I already have a lot of it done. Please review. Seriously. And be critical because it honestly does help my creative process (lol). Even email me, tell me where you want the storyline to go. if your criticism is constructive I might just follow your advice!!! Hehehe ok as always if you're reading this, it automatically means I love you. keep reading guys more comes soon (big plot twists!!!! Mwahahahahahah..)

~Emaline