Hello readers. Firstly, I have to say, thanks for the reviews. I really didn't expect any at all. Second, I hope this is as good as the first part, because I wrote it in less than an hour, without any planning at all (see what reviews make me do?). If it sucks, I can always redo it. Third, the characters still aren't mine, and I intend to sue if the network steals my ideas. Somehow, I doubt it. Anyways, read and enjoy- there's more were this came from.

--authors_anonymous

Rory was sitting in Luke's Diner, waiting for her mother to arrive from work. She hadn't spoken to Luke yet, mainly because he was very much overtaxed since Jess had mysteriously vanished. He could only hope that he was safe and having a good time (AN: don't worry, he was). Rory was actually considered taking off her shirt and dancing on the tabletop, but knowing Luke, he probably wouldn't have noticed. Besides, Kirk was sitting at the table behind her, and he might have asked to join her. That would have been embarrassing.

"Hey Rory, how's it going?" asked Luke, ten minutes later.

"Oh, it's good," she replied, "Do you know where Jess is?"

"Well, I've narrowed it down to the liquor store and the traveling circus," said Luke. "are you meeting someone?" he asked, motioning to the chair.

"Oh yeah, Mom's coming from the Inn soon."

"So a gallon of coffee, a burger and some curly fries?"

"Uh, two burgers, extra fries and some water" said Rory, watching his pencil write quickly over the pad of paper.

"Uh huh, uh huh...wait a minute!" he said looking at her sharply. "Are you fooling around? Because if you're fooling around..." he trailed off, looking murderous.

"No, we don't want coffee today. That's all..." she said, looking at Luke. His eyes narrowed and his voice became deathly quiet.

"No coffee?"

The Diner grew quiet, and everyone was watching Rory. Her heart was pounding, and the colour had drained from Luke's face.

"Uh...no thank you" she said slowly.

Luke crumpled. His face contorted with rage and he took several halting steps around the table towards her. "Has she found someone else? Another coffee supplier?" he spat, venomously.

"No!" said Rory defensively. "She hasn't, we just have a lot of coffee at home, and..." she stood and started backing away slowly. His hands started closing around her neck, and her world turned dark...

"Luke! Put Rory down!" yelled Ceaser, coming out from the kitchen. Luke's eyes focused, and he dropped her. Rory was staring at him open mouthed.

"Uh, sorry about that" said Luke, and pulled her up.

"Oh, it's okay, don't worry about it" said Rory, straightening her jacket. "Oh, hey Mom!"

"Hey Ror. Luke, I need a shortfatbaldingmanwithgravel, stat. I had the worst day in the history of worst days."

As Lorelai told Rory about her awful day (which included broken washing machines, feminine linens and several manic-depressive eggplants), Luke had brought out their meals (no coffee, a first in Gilmore History). Incidentally, it was a Sunday night. As you might know if you ever go to Stars Hollow, they have absolutely no concept of time. This is why, when Rory and Lorelai went home, they decided to watch a 3 hour movie. Rory also had a three-hour phone conversation with Lane, took three showers, and painted three of her toenails before deciding to check the mailbox.

Rory Gilmore, the front of the mysteriously unmarked letter read. She was surprised she hadn't found out she had a letter with no return address earlier, since Miss Patty knew everything about everyone. She gossiped, watched around town, tapped into telephone lines, hacked into computers, and peered into mailboxes, occasionally opening the letters. No one seemed to mind though. This might have been because they all trusted her, but probably not. Really, they all had such dull, mundane lives, that even after hours of federal offences, she wouldn't have found out much.

Rory threw herself down on the couch and tore open the envelope.

Dear Rory, (it read)

I'm not quite sure why-

"Rory," called Lorelai from the hallway, "Michel is speaking very fast, and as usual, I can't understand a word he is saying. Something about the Inn burning down. I'll be back later."

Rory got back to the letter

Dear Rory,

I'm not quite sure why I have your address. Since I never talked to you, and almost always called you Mary for the entire year I knew you, I don't know how it fell into my hands. I'm coming back to Chilton though. This letter is pointless, because by the time you get this, you'll have seen me. I have something to tell you that's been nagging at my conscience for a very long time. I just have to tell you that-

The telephone rang.

"Hello?...Uh huh...uh huh...no...okay...yeah, first thing...alright...bye!"

Dear Rory,

I'm not quite sure why I have your address. Since I never talked to you, and almost always called you Mary for the entire year I knew you, I don't know how it fell into my hands. I'm coming back to Chilton though. This letter is pointless, because by the time you get this, you'll have seen me. I have something to tell you that's been nagging at my conscience for a very long time. I just have to tell you that it really hurt my feelings when you told your boyfriend that you hated me. I have supersonic hearing, which enabled me to hear your confession of love all the way across the school courtyard. This letter serves no purpose, except for the poor souls who actually believe I'm a nice guy. Ha.

Sincerely, The fellow who wasted your time, is incredibly hot and incredibly available (at least until tomorrow),

Tristan (honestly, what were my parents thinking?)

p.s. did you get those books back?

Rory smiled.

Maybe this year wouldn't be so bad after all.

The key word: maybe.