Part 6

THIS ONE'S GONNA STICK

Tonight you're mine completely

You give your love so sweetly

Tonight, the light of love is in your eyes

But will you love me tomorrow?

I'd like to know that your love

Is love I can be sure of

So tell me now

And I won't ask again

Will you still love me tomorrow?
Rory rolled over in bed to hear the Shirelle's song playing on the radio in the kitchen. "Oh how pleasantly ironic," she muttered to herself sarcastically, trying to cover her ears with her pillow and fall back asleep. But her mother would have no such thing.

"Hello?" Lorelai called to Rory, opening her bedroom door. "Wake up, sleeping beauty!"

Rory groaned, rolling over. "Ugh!" she grunted, chucking a small stuffed animal at the fuzzy figure her tired eyes could barely make out standing in the door way.

"Hey!" Lorelai exclaimed, strolling over and sitting on the side of her daughter's bed. "I think your aim is getting better! You actually got the thing to hit the right part of the wall this time."

Rory covered her eyes with her hands to block out the glaring sunlight. "I'll sign up for the softball team next week."

Lorelai handed her a cup. "Coffee, Oscar?"

Rory took the cup, propping herself up on one elbow. "Yes, thank you!" She took a long sip, a long sigh, and looked at her mother questioningly. "Did you just call me Oscar?"

Lorelai grinned. "Yup. Clever huh?"

"Clever, random, nonsensical; what's the difference, huh?"

Lorelai sighed. "Oscar the grouch, Rory! You know, cuz you were being so grouchy."

Rory put her cup down and sat up. "Well I think I have every right to be grouchy when my annoyingly perky mother comes waltzing into my room on Sunday morning at 8 AM, knowing very well that I am exhausted-"

Lorelai rolled her eyes. "I know, I know, shame on me for being such a hypocrite, you would never wake me up this early on Sunday morning, blah blah blah. But I have a legitimate reason."

"I'm all ears," Rory said.

"I woke up at 6 this morning because I was so anxious to hear about last night."

Rory's eyes widened. "No! You're kidding."

Lorelai smiled proudly. "I kid you not, my friend. I, Lorelai Gilmore, queen of the Lazy Sunday activities, or rather lack there of, actually woke up at 6 AM. Willingly!"

"It's fascinating," Rory said.

"I know," Lorelai responded. "Even I was confused about it at first. At 5:30 I started waking up, but talked myself into sleeping again, cuz it wasn't even light out yet, and I just KNEW that wasn't right." She sighed. "Ok, tell me something about last night quick, before my head explodes."

Rory squinted her eyes in disgust. "Ew, Mom, WHY would your head explode?"

"I don't know, why would you be so cruel as to torture your mother by dangling juicy information over her head just out of reach?"

Rory sighed. "Ok, calm down." She smiled. "It was really fun."

Lorelai smiled, sharing her excitement, and wishing more than anything that she could have shared the experience with her. "It was?"

Rory nodded. "Yeah. I mean I was surprised. I didn't really expect to have much fun at any more Chilton events, since the last two ended rather badly. But this was completely lacking fist fights, angry mothers and grandmothers, break ups, awkward kisses, and crying."

"Well I'm glad to hear it," Lorelai said. "How was Jess?"

Rory smiled, trying not to let on just how amazing he'd been. "Perfect." She paused. "He talked to Paris about books, he didn't insult anyone-"

"Really?" Lorelai asked, incredulously.

"Well not to their face," Rory admitted. Lorelai nodded. "But they played Britney Spears at one point, and instead of just leaving like he'd said he would, he just covered his ears and waited it out."

"Very mature," Lorelai commented.

"He even danced," Rory said. Lorelai gasped. "I know, unbelievable, right?"

"I'll say," Lorelai replied. "So what kind of dance was it? Diana Ross Disco? Michael Jackson Moonwalk? Techno Breakdancing? Or did he go all out with the romance, stick a rose in his teeth, and to the tango on a balcony in the moonlight?"

"Ok it's official. Your level of rationality really doesn't increase when you wake up earlier."

"I can accept that," Lorelai said. "So uh... did you guys stay at the prom the whole time?"

Rory thought quick, trying to decide just how much of the truth she should reveal to her mother. "Uh, no. We left kinda early."

"Oooooo," Lorelai swooned sarcastically. "Where'd you guys go?"

"Well, he took me to get coffee at a café in town-"

"Hmmm, nothing says I love you like a free cup of coffee for a Gilmore Girl. Then what?"

"We just went somewhere and watched the stars for a while." Rory watched her mother squirm, trying to suppress her laughter. Rory rolled her eyes. "I know I know, tacky. But it was nice." She paused. "You have to PROMISE you won't tell him that you know."

"I can pretty much guarantee that the next time I see him, I'll probably be far too debilitated with laughter to form any kind of understandable sentence." She tried to regain her composure. "Oh hey, Luke told me that Jess got you a gift. What was it?"

Rory made the split second decision not to tell her about the coffee maker, for fear of the fact that Lorelai would try to "borrow" it and use it herself, inevitably breaking it eventually. "He got me this," she said, pulling the pendant out from the place it hung underneath her tee shirt. Lorelai gasped upon seeing the necklace.

"Oh Rory!" She said in a breathy, fascinated voice. "That is incredible." Lorelai pouted. "I want a pretty young boy to buy me a necklace."

Rory giggled. "Pedophile."

"Ugh!" Lorelai gasped. "I am offended. Just cuz I seem to express an interest in younger men does not mean I'm going to take it to the illegal level. I'm not looking for a boy scout."

"Then who?"

"Hmmm... oh I know! Taye Diggs in 'How Stella Got Her Groove Back'. I think it's time I regained my groove."

"Yes," Rory nodded. "You have been sorely lacking in the groove department lately."

Lorelai stood and headed for the door. "Ok, I have to go to the Inn. If you're really tired you can sleep for a while, but just know that Lane has called you eight times in the past half hour, and if you don't call her back soon, I can't guarantee that she won't kill you next time you see her."

Rory reached over and grabbed the portable phone sitting on her bedside table. "I'm on it."

"Ok," Lorelai replied. "There's money in Betty Boop for food and videos, etc. I'll probably be back late cuz there's this party going on for this guy with a tremendous stick up his butt, you know the deal."

"Sounds fun," Rory giggled.

"I'll call. Have fun babe!" Lorelai walked out the front door, and Rory watched her walk out to the street before dialing the phone. Lane picked up immediately.

"Hello?!?!" She answered, a little too enthusiastically.

"Hi, Lane. Breathe."

Lane inhaled and exhaled, and then spoke in a quieter voice. "Hey! What's up?"

"Not much," Rory answered, heading up the stairs to get some money out of her mother's Betty Boop shaped safe. She sighed. "Actually, that was a huge lie. A lot is up."

Lane squealed with excitement. "Oh my gosh you're killing me here, give me something, ANYTHING, please?"

Rory smiled. "I wanna tell you in person. Can we hang out today?"

"Of course, of course," Lane answered. "Let's get breakfast."

"Ok," Rory said. "But not at Luke's."

"Right," Lane said. "Al's pancake world it is. I'll meet you there in half an hour?"

"Sure. Bye Lane!" Rory hung up, smiling, so glad to hear Lane's voice, and so happy to know that there was at least one person besides Jess that she could talk to about this. She fingered the pendant around her neck, trying to remember every moment of the night before. Her legs were sore, and she felt completely self conscious that she might be walking funny, so she made the conscious decision to wear a skirt that day. Catching her eye in the mirror, she noticed that she had a goofy smile still on her face. "God," she muttered to herself. "I look like I slept with a hanger in my mouth." She snickered at her own silliness, but paused. Impulsively, she went into her drawer of things she kept of Jess; the books he'd lent her, the tickets to the concert he'd taken her to, and the few candid photos she'd managed to get of him, or of the both of them together. She took out one photo-her favorite of the two of them-which portrayed them both at the Distiller's concert they'd gone to months earlier, posing, both wearing their newly bought Distillers Tee-shirts. She liked this one in particular, because it was one of them few photos that had been taken of Jess too quickly for him to mask his plain old happiness with tough guy attitude. She got out one of the frames that had been empty for months since photos of Dean no longer occupied them. For months, she'd been subconsciously weary of putting pictures of Jess in frames, or doing anything else that acknowledged anyone's permanent presence in her life. So many things had happened the past few years which convinced her that every relationship she had would probably be temporary; Her father's leaving after promising to stay, her English teacher and almost step father suddenly disappearing from her life, her sudden- ok, not so sudden, but still heartbreaking- breakup with Dean. But now with a smile, she put her and Jess' picture in the frame and placed it on her desk. "This one's gonna stick," she thought to herself, and continued getting dressed and ready to go out.
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"Earth to Jess!" Luke called. "Come in, space boy!"

Jess turned to Luke. "What are you babbling about now?" he asked.

"The table by the window has been occupied for over 10 minutes already and you haven't even stopped by to see what they want to drink. Could you get it together please and quit being so wrapped up in your thoughts that all you can do is dry dishes?"

Jess put his towel down. He really wasn't in the mood to give Luke a hard time that day. "As you wish," he said smugly and walked to the table by the window. Luke stared after him, confused. Jess hadn't followed Luke's orders with that little back talk since... well come to think of it, never.

"Somebody's in a good mood," Kirk remarked from his seat at the counter.

"Eat your grilled cheese, Kirk," Luke commanded him harshly before walking into the back room.

"Good morning ladies," Jess said to Miss Patty and Babette. They both smiled at him like grandmothers getting ready to pinch children's cheeks.

"Well hello there, Jess," Miss Patty said. "How are you this morning?"

"I'm just peachy keen," he said sarcastically, putting an unusual amount of effort into not sounding too harsh.

"Ooooo," Babette teased. "Looks like someone had a good time last night." Of course, the entire town was aware that he and Rory had gone to the Chilton prom the night before. It wasn't as if they had anything better to discuss than the love lives of their favorite local teenagers, especially Rory.

Jess tried his hardest, but couldn't help the corners of his lips curling up just a little bit before he evaded the question. "Can I get you two anything to drink?"

"We'll both have some coffee, please," Miss Patty said, still smiling at him smugly.

"Coming right up," he said, walking away from the table as fast as he could before his cheeks started turning red. He poured some coffee into two cups and tried his hardest to stop picturing the way Rory looked when she slept. 'She's ruined me,' he thought to himself as he brought the cups to the window.

"Here you go-" he began, but he stopped short, catching sight of Rory walking down the other side of the street. She looked away from him quickly, but soon turned her head back to him with a slight smile. He returned the knowing glance and watched a while longer as she walked away.

"Be sure to invite us to the wedding, Romeo." Miss Patty's comment and Babette's laughter brought him back to reality. He turned and headed back to the counter.

"These are completely inhumane working conditions," he called back to them, but their laughter didn't cease. Everyone in town thought he was a goner, and for him there was no escaping the fact that it was completely true.
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Rory and Lane walked into the Gilmore house, breakfasts in hand.

"Ok," Lane said as soon as the door was closed. "Tell me EVERYTHING. I'm about ready to keel over and die right now from the anticipation."

Rory smiled. "Ok. Readers digest version? It was amazing."

"It?" Lane asked. "Does IT mean what I think IT means? Well duh, I mean of course it does. If you did what you were planning to last night, it's totally expected that it would be the only thing on your mind. You did do what you were planning to do last night, right? Cuz if you had changed your mind and actually not done what you were planning to, now would probably be the time to tell me so I can stop hyperventilating."

Rory laughed. "Yeah. We did."

Lane squealed. "Oh my God! This is huge. Monumental. Like an Eiffel Tower kind of monumental."

"I know," Rory said. "Everything feels... different, you know?"

"No I don't know," Lane replied. "Explain it to me. Different bad or different good?"

"Different good," Rory answered. "Definitely different good. Better." She sighed. "Everything about the evening was like fairy tale perfect."

"I'm so jealous," Lane said. "Dave and I barely get the chance to see each other. We kiss occasionally. That's it. I don't even know why he puts up with it." Lane stopped. "But this conversation is about you, so I'm gonna temporarily put thoughts of Dave on the back burner and focus on you."

Rory went on to tell Lane all about the prom, and the gifts he gave her after they left, and all the things he said to her. She felt so relieved to tell someone; it would make it somewhat easier to keep the secret from her mother.

"You're so lucky," Lane said. "My mother wouldn't give me the freedom to go anywhere where I could be alone with a guy for a few minutes, much less a few hours." She took a bite of her bagel. "Are you gonna see him tonight?"

"Hopefully," Rory said. "My Mom's gonna be at the Inn late tonight so... you never know." She smiled. Lane giggled.

"You are so BAD!" she teased. "Not that I blame you. I would be too if I had the opportunity."

Rory sighed with a smile. "I don't think things are ever gonna be the same now..." she said. "And I mean that in the best way possible."
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"Lorelai," Michel said from behind the front desk. "How kind of you to show up today."

Lorelai walked behind the desk, looking at the notepad by the phone to check for messages, not even looking up to acknowledge his presence.

Michel tried again, hardly pleased at having to work to get her attention. "Lorelai, perhaps you might like to know that your chef and your client for the event tonight are currently in a rather relentless conflict and the client is threatening to cancel."

Lorelai smiled at him. "Michel, try as you might, you're not going to get on my nerves today. I'm in far too good a mood, so you might as well explain the problem in plain English and save your breath."

Michel sighed, a long drawn out, melodramatic French man's sigh. "If you insist, I will put it for you like a caveman."

"Sounds good to me, maybe then I could get outta here faster," Lorelai replied enthusiastically.

"Well then here it is," Michel said. "Client want Pasta. Sookie too arrogant to make pasta. Client stubborn. Sookie more stubborn. Shall I continue or can you do the rest of the math yourself?"

Lorelai smiled tauntingly. "Thank you so much, Michel, you're always so helpful."

"Well do not get used to it," he said bitterly as Lorelai strolled into the kitchen.

"Hey Sookie?" She said sweetly to her chef, who was currently sitting bitterly with her arms crossed, staring at a raw duck on the counter top.

"What do you want?" Sookie snarled.

Lorelai sat on a stool next to her. "Sweetie, I know as well as you do that these people are probably the biggest idiots since those guys who created Who wants to Marry a Millionaire, because one would have to be an idiot to ask the best chef in the world to make plain old pasta."

"Damn straight," Sookie interjected.

"However," Lorelai continued, "These people are paying us money. Money, my dear, is the currency which keeps not only our inn, but our country's economy from failing. Therefore, since they are threatening to cancel, should we not serve them the aforementioned pasta, it would really be in our best interest to just bite the bullet and do what they ask of us."

"Absolutely not," Sookie said, standing. "Would you like some coffee? I'll make a fresh pot."

Lorelai winced. "Damn if only you didn't know exactly the right way to distract me," she said. "Make some extra extra strong please."

Sookie got out the coffee beans. "I refuse to talk anymore about these stupid pasta people. I want to hear about Rory's prom. How did it go?"

Lorelai sighed. "Apparently, better than most."

"Aww," Sookie swooned. "That's so fantastic! Did she tell you everything?"

"Well she told me a lot," Lorelai responded. "But since I wasn't there, I guess there's really no way for me to know if she told me everything or not. Hell there could have been 2, three line dances in her evening and I might never even know."

"Line dancing?" Sookie asked, confused. "I didn't know kids these days did anything on dance floors expect grope each other."

"No they dance sometimes. They do a little cotton eyed Joe, a little electric slide, some Venga Boys dances, maybe even some Macarena if the DJ knows what's good for him."

"Ah the Macarena," Sookie reminisced. "Life in the days of the Macarena. I miss those days."

"Yes," Lorelai agreed. "Life certainly was simpler back then."

"Sexier."

"Funner."

"More lively."

"Ok, Sook, now you're screwing up the pattern."

"What pattern?"

"It has to end in an 'er'."

"Oh right. Livelier."

"Macarena-ier..." Lorelai paused. "And hence the pattern ended."

"So besides the possibility of a Macarena, how else was Rory's evening?"

"Sounded amazing," Lorelai popped some chocolate chips from the nearby half used bag into her mouth. "I believe the exact word she used to describe Jess was 'Perfect'."

"Oh!" Sookie exclaimed. "Sounds about right for a young girl in love!"

Lorelai nodded. "Yep. And you know what occurred to me?"

"No, what?"

"She has REALLY whipped that boy into shape the past few months!" Lorelai said. "I mean, 3 months ago, she could barely count on him to call when he said he would, and now here he is, giving her necklaces and stargazing with her."

Sookie looked confused, "I- But- Because- But how-"

"Sook?" Lorelai asked concerned. "Are you having some kind of episode? Should I call 911?"

"No," Sookie said," Just-too many things to say, can't choose one-"

"It's ok, honey," Lorelai stood and put a comforting arm on her shoulder. "Just breathe. One word at a time."

Sookie sighed. "He stargazed with her, AND he gave her a necklace?"

Lorelai grinned. "Yeah I know. Incredible, right?"

"What kind of necklace? Is it real?"

"No actually it was a magazine cut out of a necklace, but don't tell Rory because she's completely fooled by it."

"Very funny. I mean is it real silver or real gold or whatever it was?"

"Yep, real silver. Sterling stamp and all."

Sookie sunk onto her chair, dreamily. "Oh wow. I'm jealous."

"Join the club, sister." Lorelai said, sinking into a chair next to her.

Sookie sighed. "She's so lucky. Her boyfriend adores her. Can't you just tell how much he adores her? I mean even if he hadn't gotten her the necklace, it's still just so obvious. God they must be so happy together..."

Sookie trailed off, a gleam in her eyes and a dreamy smile on her lips. Lorelai eyed her to make sure the look didn't fade too soon, and cautiously said, "You in a good mood, Sookie?"

Sookie nodded.

"A good enough mood to make some pasta?"

Sookie nodded. "What the hell? I'll be too distracted imagining their prom night to make anything better anyway." Sookie stood and headed to the stove. Michel came in, anxious, holding the portable phone in his hand.

"It's Mr. Stevenson," he whispered. "The man paying for dinner tonight. What should I tell him?"

Lorelai smiled. "Tell him it's in the bag." She stood and headed for the doorway. "And be sure to tell him he's got a certain Mr. Mariano to thank for it."
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Rory opened the front door for Jess.

"I come bearing Pizza," he said, barely able to contain his happiness to see her.

"Bless you, good man!" She said, taking the box and stepping aside to let him in. He followed her to the kitchen as she got out two plates.

"You Gilmores," he said, shaking his head. "I'll never understand it. When the two of you like to eat as much as you do, you'd think eventually one or the other of you would learn to cook something."

"You have a point," she admitted, walking towards him. "But if I didn't need a man to provide me with food, then what excuse would I have to invite you over while my mother's not home?"

"You have a better point," he said, putting his arms around her waist. She gently pulled the collar of his denim jacket to pull him close enough to her for a kiss.

"So..." Jess said. "Long time no see, huh?"

Rory nodded. "Too long."

"A whole night, morning and afternoon," Jess joked. "The separation was unbearable."

"Intolerable." Rory played along.

"Excruciating."

"Whatever did you do all that time you were missing me?" Rory joked.

"Well let's just say I had this overwhelming urge to eat ice cream straight out of the pint and watch a Hugh Grant movie while reminiscing about the good old days when you were around all the time."

Rory giggled. "Hey, I fully support your getting in touch with you feminine side; just promise you won't start asking me if you can try on my clothes or anything?"

Jess chuckled. "I'll try to suppress the urge." He kissed her neck. "What time's your mom coming home?"

"Uh... late I guess. I don't know, she said she'd call." Jess continued leaving soft kisses on her neck and cheek. "Uh, look..."

Jess halted. "I'm not liking the direction that 'Uh, look' seems to be going."

Rory smiled. "Don't worry. It's nothing bad, really, I just..." she tried to find the right words. "I don't know if you were planning on... you know, repeating the events of last night here tonight, but we can't. Not that I wouldn't want to I mean... it's just, it's probably not the best idea right now, seeing as how my mother sort of lives here and she tends to show up here unannounced on occasion-"

"Oh hey, enough said," Jess interrupted her. "I wasn't counting on it or anything. I sort of figured it wouldn't happen anyway. No big let down here."

"Oh..." Rory said, somewhat relieved. "Well good." She sighed. "And we're back to the awkward silence, ladies and gentlemen."

Jess smiled. "Hey it's our trademark. It'd be a shame to give it up now."

"So," Rory began, "We never really got a chance to talk after..."

"After you fell asleep?" Jess finished for her.

"Nice way to word it," she said. "Do you think we should?"

"Fall asleep?"

"Talk about it. I mean, we might just wanna discuss it a little. Just to make sure we're on the same page here."

"Sounds like a plan," Jess said. "But can we talk over pizza? I'm a little hungry."

"Of course," she smiled, ecstatic that he wasn't gonna turn out to be one of those guys who wanted to ignore the emotional factors of sex and refused to talk afterwards. "Here." She handed him his plate, and after getting their pizza they went to the living room to eat. They sat side by side on the couch

"So," Rory said after taking a bite. "How should we start this off?"

"However you'd like," Jess said. "As long as it doesn't include some Celine Dion type duet proclaiming our everlasting love for each other. Not that I don't love you, it's just that Celine Dion's really not my cup of tea."

Rory smiled. "Well as long as we've got that ruled out..." She laughed. "Well uh... maybe I should just start off by saying... it was nice. Really nice."

"Oh stop," Jess said sarcastically with an amused smile. "You flatter me too much."

"You know what I mean," Rory said. "It was better than nice. Deserving of a positive adjective with at least four syllables. Maybe five or six, if you can think of one that good."

Jess nodded. "I think we're pretty much in agreement about that fact."

"Pretty much?"

"By pretty much I mean completely," Jess responded. "And from here on out, lets agree not to find insecurities in the technicalities of certain phrases."

"Right," Rory agreed. "Because the point is, a five or six syllable positive adjective, say extraordinary, time was had by all last night."

Jess smiled. "Agreed." He examined her facial expression. "I know you have something else to say, just say it."

Rory sighed. "Ok. Keep in mind though, it was an extraordinary time, ok?" Jess nodded. "All right... although it was extraordinary, and something that I would certainly like to repeat at some point...We should lay some ground rules about such a recurrence." She looked him in the eyes, determined not to let her embarrassment keep her from being direct with him. She'd shared herself with him; she couldn't let something silly like a slightly awkward conversational subject embarrass her in front of him. They were beyond that.

Jess took another bite. "I think you're right," he said. "Ground rules are good."

Rory smiled. "I'm glad you think so." She paused. "I don't think we should make a habit of doing it too often," she said, "For two reasons. Firstly, I'm not on the pill or anything yet, and I would like to be at some point. And secondly, the more we do it, the more obvious it could become... to certain people in particular. Like my mom."

"I definitely support that," Jess said. "I'm not too eager for her to find out. Ever since you told me last night that she was gonna kill me, I kept picturing her coming at me with a huge steak knife. I almost dropped a pile of plates when she walked into the diner this morning."

Rory giggled. "Don't let her know how scared you are of her," she said. "She'll find far too much pleasure in frightening you whenever she gets the chance."

"I'll keep that in mind," Jess chuckled. "So no sex for a while. I can live with that."

Rory smiled. "Well... it wouldn't be so bad every once in a while. I mean not tonight of course, but... say this Saturday after the Stars Hollow High prom? That might be a preferable night for such an endeavor." She smiled a little.

Jess put his plate down. "Oh man," he said sarcastically with a smile. "It gets me so hot when you use big words to talk about sex like that-"

Rory shoved him playfully. "Shut up, Jess-"

He interrupted her with a kiss, as he so often did, although she never tired of it. There was nothing better than an unexpected kiss. She fell into it almost immediately. Before she knew it, she was nearly horizontal, leaning against the arm of the couch. Jess broke away for a second.

"Is this ok?" he asked. "I won't try anything I promise. I'll be a good boy."

Rory laughed. "Well hey, it's nothing my mom hasn't seen us do before."

Jess chuckled. "I like the way you think," he said, and proceeded to resume the kiss. After a good long while spent kissing, the two decided to watch a movie on the couch. By the time Lorelai got home, the two were leaning on each other, fast asleep. Her initial reaction was to worry, but she soon got over it. Rory had told her months ago that she would tell her before she and Jess did anything, and she believed it. She let them sleep a while, but eventually woke Jess up to let him go home.

"Psssst," she whispered to him, toughind his shoulder lightly. "Hey Jess."

He stirred, opened his eyes, and nearly jumped out of his skin, remarkably not disturbing Rory a bit. "Lorelai! I-we-well there was a movie-"

Lorelai giggled. "Don't worry about it, it's ok. You should probably go home now, though."

"Oh," Jess sighed, relieved. "Yeah." He carefully lay Rory down on the couch, leaving a kiss on her forehead, and headed for the door.

"Oh, and Jess?" Lorelai called as he reached for the doorknob. He turned back.

"Yeah?"

"I just wanted to tell you," she said, "She had a really good time last night. She told me she did, so I guess I just... wanted to thank you for being such a fine upstanding boyfriend or-whatever." She paused. "Basically, just thanks for not letting me down."

He smiled a little. "I try my best," he said. "I'll tell Luke you say hello." And he left. Lorelai sighed. No wonder Rory's so head over heels for the kid, she thought, and headed up to bed.
A/N: More comes soon, guys. As always, if you read and review, I will forever be grateful to you!!! As a couple of you already know, if you say its ok in your review, I might even email you and let you have a hand in the way the plot turns out!!! Lucky you!!!! lol... ok so next chapter is the Stars Hollow High Prom!!! And maybe some more if I have enough time to write. And I would just like to say that I love you guys who reviewed before so much! You're my favorites!!! Hehehe

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