Authors Note: Sorry about the not long update, but I just updated a story that I haven't updated in ages, and then I moved my computer upstairs, and the internet didn't work for like a week, which sucks because I love the Internet.

Oh, this will probably be a really short chapter. But if you review you'll get the next chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore girls. I do own Jordan though.

Rating: PG-13

Chapter Six: The Hangover Cure

"Jordan? Oh, Jordan?" Jess's face peered down on her own, and he grinned. Oh, how much he loved this.

"I swear if you come any closer I'll kill you," Jordan mumbled into the pillow.

"I'm sorry what was that?"

Jordan blinked a couple of times, and sat up. "You do realize you're going to hell?"

"I had some inkling," Jess replied. "Really, how are you?"

"I feel like a mad cow," Jordan answered.

Jess raised his eyebrows. "A mad cow?"

"Yes," she muttered.

"Elaborate," Jess told her.

"You know mad cow disease? Well, it's pretty bad right? I feel pretty bad, but I don't have a disease. Hence, it's just 'mad cow'."

"I think the way you think," Jess said. "But you know, a mad cow wouldn't drink that much."

"Of course he would, he's a mad cow." Jordan said.

"Yes, he's mad. He's mad, because he didn't pay attention to those nice people in that nice building with the nice schoolbooks saying, 'don't do drugs'."

"This is coming from the guy who fast-forwarded the Grease scene in Frenchie's bedroom, where she blows smoke out of the corner of her mouth just so you could learn how to do it, and so you could be called Frenchie?"

Jess stared at her for a second. There were times when he wished she hadn't been born in the same box as he was. "That was a technique…and besides, there were other reasons why I wanted to called Frenchie."

"That's practically a line straight from the movie. It just proves you have no life." Jordan noted.

"Oh yeah, well, you talk about…having a life. If you had a life why are you trying to fix up me and Rory?"

"Jess, I'm doing that because Stars Hollow is as boring as Gosford Park, and because I have a heart. I hate to see you moping and brooding. There is a lot of broodiness going on, and I hate you being broody!"

"Okay, you just said two words that shouldn't even be in the English language," Jess said.

"Look, I shouldn't be having this conversation with you. I'm barely coherent, and I need aspirin, and chocolate." Jordan stared at Jess, pointedly. Jess sat there, staring back at her, dreading the part that was coming next. It was the Jordan-has-a-bad-hangover-so-Jess-has-to-go-get-supplies-and-then-be-her-slave-until-she-decides-to-get-out-of-bed. "That's your cue."

"I'm on it," Jess said, getting up. "Hershey's, right?"

"Do you not know me at all?" Jess felt like he was in, 'I have no idea what to do' situation, because, well, he was. "Yes, Hershey's!"

Jess sighed with relief, and quickly left behind the girl with a major advantage and pity factor, otherwise known as Jordan.

***

Once again, Rory Gilmore stared at the ceiling, but this time it wasn't as troublesome free as it used to be. Rory Gilmore was in love with Jess Mariano, but the funny thing is, she always ran. Away. Far way. Like 30,00 galaxies far, far away. She hated herself. She was positive that Jess hated her. She needed to know that he didn't, but she was to chicken to call him, or let alone see him. In a matter of seconds, though, she decided she needed to see him. She needed him. Without saying goodbye to Lorelai, she left the Gilmore residence with two words ringing in her eyes. Don't run.