*Disclaimer: I don't own the series Gilmore Girls or the characters. All I own is myimagination and the plot.

*A/N: Hey!!! Sorry I haven't updated for........almost a week. ALMOST A WEEK!!! I'm a terrible updater and I'm truly sorry. But this is the last week of school and after that I'm all yours. Transalation: I'll probably update every day. Since this is a R/J, I decided to deticate one entire chapter to Jess. You guys have to be patient though, cause I'm still building up the plot and the tension between Rory and Jess. Tristan and Dean aren't out of the picture yet, so you can suspect something to happen SOON! Just give me a little more time, please ? Again I would like to thank all the wonderful people who left a review. Thanks for taking the time to read this, I know it's not always worth your time. Would you guys do me a huge favor though ? Please review and tell me how I'm writing Jess and if my writing is improving ? Thanks!!!!

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The first thing Rory expected, when she entered the diner the next morning, was to be greeted by a pair of chocolate colored eyes, that were slightly clouded by an imperceptible emotion. She knew that the chances of running in to Jess again at this little diner was slim to none, but that didn't keep her from hoping and dreaming though. Maybe if she kept her eyes closed long enough, he would magically appear. But unfortunately this wasn't a fairy-tale and she wasn't a damsel in distress, wearing a dress as colorful as the rainbow or the wings of a butterfly, but there was no doubt in her mind that Jess could be her Prince. The one that could seal their future with a simple touch of his lips. The one that had stolen her heart like a thieve in the night without even knowing it. Rory had a smile on her face the entire time as she was drowning in her thoughts. But as soon as she got aware of her surroundings, the talking people, the smell of bacon and eggs, she pulled herself out of her dream world and stepped back in to reality. A reality where apparently Jess wouldn't just show up in front of her eyes like he did last night.

L: ''So, are we going to keep staring at things that aren't really there or are we going to sit down ?''

As soon as Rory heard her mom's voice, she jumped off of the cloud that she had been floating on and planted her two feet firmly back on the ground. She had to stop thinking of Jess before she drifted off again.

R: ''Are you telling me that you don't see that woman over there ?''

L: ''What woman ?''

R: ''The one that's standing over there, her face is partly burned.''

L: ''Nice visual, especially since we haven't had breakfast yet.''

R: ''She's gesturing for me to walk over to her.''

L: ''Well, do you know what she wants ?''

R: ''She wants me to help her.''

L: ''Honey, you're scaring the other customers.''

Rory shrugged and grinned at her mom.

R: ''I'll just tell them that, I see dead people.''

L: ''Right. And I'll just tell them that, you're going insane.''

R: ''We could so start in our own movie.''

L: ''Yes we could.''

The two Gilmore Girls walked over to a table in the middle of the crowded diner and sat down. Almost immediately someone came over to take their orders. They ordered and moments later they were sipping their steaming hot coffees and eating their gold-brown pancakes.

L: ''Have you noticed that when you order something here you just get it.''

R: ''Yes I have.''

L: ''I mean without arguing.''

R: ''They have great service here.''

Rory took another bite of her pancake as she wondered what Jess was doing right at this moment. Would he be having breakfast right now, just like them ? Rory smiled. He probably ate his breakfast while reading a book. A book that matched his mood that day. Rory smiled again and thought about the fact that he would only have to read mysteries if he would choose books that matched his mood. He could be the main character in one of those books. A mysterious figure that hid in the shadows of the dark night. Rory shook her head and took a sip of her coffee. She had to at least try not to think of Jess. She hardly even knew him after all.

L: ''I was being serious.''

R: ''So was I.''

L: ''But you don't get the point of my comment.''

R: ''I don't ?''

L: ''No.''

R: ''Then explain, cause I always thought that it was normal for a customer to just come in and order his food without arguing.''

L: ''Oh little one, you have so much to learn.''

Rory rolled her eyes at her mom.

R: ''Then enlighten me, oh mighty one.''

L: ''I'm talking about Luke's.''

R: ''Ah Luke's.''

L: ''Yeah Luke's.''

R: ''Luke's.''

L: ''I think we both agree that I'm talking about Luke's now.''

R: ''You said it again.''

L: ''What ?''

R: ''Luke's.''

L: ''And you're doing it again.''

R: ''What ?''

L: ''Being annoying.''

R: ''That's the special gift I inherited from you.''

L: ''And we should be able to practice our gift, but lately we haven't been doing that.''

R: ''What are you talking about ?''

L: ''I'm talking about Luke's.''

R: ''I think we already covered that.''

L: ''No, I mean.........I miss Luke's. I miss Luke and I miss the fact that we practically had to beg for our coffee every day. I mean we even have to pay here.''

R: ''Yeah, paying for our food, that's new.''

L: ''I just miss Stars Hollow.''

R: ''Me too.''

The two Gilmores sat in silence for a while, eating their food and drinking their coffee that tasted nothing like Luke's coffee. When they finished their breakfast, they got up and for once left the diner silently.

L: ''So............''

R: ''So...........''

Lorelai looked up at Rory and smiled.

L: ''I have to get to work.''

R: ''But it's Saturday.''

L: ''I know, but since I'm new I have to work Saturday's.''

R: ''It's not fair.''

L: ''Yeah, damn them for working on Saturday.''

R: ''That's not what I mean. It's not fair that you work for them. Mom, you used to practically run your own Inn with Sookie and now...........''

L: ''I know, but it's a job. And it pays better. God, I hate money.''

R: ''Can't we just go back to Stars Hollow ? Sookie and you can come up with some ideas to make The Inn more appealing to everyone. You know, make it stand out and stuff.''

Lorelai smiled.

L: ''But that takes a lot of money.''

R: ''I hate the person who invented money.''

L: ''Yeah, I mean who came up with the design anyway. Did someone just wake up someday, grab a piece of green paper, decide to put the head of a president on it and call it a dollar ?''

R: ''And the worst part is that the presidents are already dead.''

L: ''Yeah, who would want the faces of some dead presidents on their green piece of paper ?''

R: ''But then again, I don't think flowers would have worked.''

L: ''What about hearts ?''

R: ''Too feminine.''

L: ''How about if we make the heart blue ? Blue's a manly color.''

R: ''I don't think the dead presidents would like that.''

L: ''So, I guess...........we'll just have to live with the dollars being green and all ?''

R: ''I'm afraid we do.''

L: ''I better get to work, you know, earn us some dead presidents.''

Rory softly laughed and watched her mom get into her car and drive off, honking the horn twice. Rory waved at her mom and started to walk in the direction opposite from their house. She ended up in front of an old looking building. The sign said: 'Tower of Books'. Rory took a closer look at the building and immediately she felt drawn to it. When she pushed the glass door open, the bell above it announced her arrival. As soon as she laid her eyes upon the rows and rows of books she knew that she was hooked. She started to walk towards the rows books, passing the counter on her way. The small woman who was standing behind it, shot her an automatic smile, not even looking up to see who just came into the store.

R: ''Good morning.''

She past the counter and went into the first aisle she reached and got lost in the books that surrounded her. Getting lost in them, like you could get lost in the woods. She stopped in front of an old looking book-case, that was hidden in the back of the store. She shifted her eyes from title to title, realizing with wonder that she had never heard of these authors or books. Rory got a thick, black book out of the book-case and sat down in front of it cross-legged. She opened the book and started to read, running her hands over the delicate paper while she was reading. Soon she was so caught up in a fantasy world that she didn't even notice the footsteps that were coming closer and closer until they finally stopped right behind her.

J: ''This isn't a library you know ?''

Rory's body jerked in surprise when she hear Jess' voice. A smile started to spread across her face. He had been on her mind the entire day. She had kept her fingers crossed that she would run into him again and here he was. But what if this was a dream ? What if this was just a story that she had made up in her mind, while she had been reading ? She turned her head and looked at him to see if it was really him. When she saw him standing there, looking at her with a crooked smirk on his face, she started to smile.

R: ''Hey.''

Jess nodded at her.

J: ''Hey.''

At the sight of her warm smile he could feel his heart melt and if he didn't leave soon his whole body would turn into liquid. He could see the pure delight that was written in her beautiful blue eyes that hid no secrets. They were crystal clear, like a lake in the early morning sun.

J: ''Bet you make all the boys crazy huh ?''

He got a book out of the book-case, without even looking. His eyes were on her the entire time. He nodded and casually walked away.

Rory watched him leave, confusing written all over her face. He was so hard to figure out. His eyes were like mirror, the only thing she saw in them, was her own reflection. No emotion, nothing. She smiled. At least she wasn't lost in the woods anymore. Jess knew the way. She went back to her book, mixing the world she was reading about with reality. Comparing Jess to the Prince and herself to the princess that wasn't allowed to fall in love with him. But in the end they lived happily ever after. By the time Rory finished the story, it was late. She quickly put the book back and made her way outside. She turned around and started to walk, her hands in her pockets. Suddenly she heard a familiar voice.

J: ''You shouldn't be walking home alone.''

She quickly looked up and saw Jess leaning against a wall, cigarette in the corner of his mouth.

R: ''Why not ?''

J: ''It's not safe, especially not for a girl.''

R: ''Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean that I can't defend myself.''

J: ''I never said that.''

R: ''But you were implying it.''

J: ''Maybe.''

R: ''So, you're admitting it ?''

J: ''Let's just go.''

He threw his cigarette on the floor and walked up to Rory. He locked eyes with her before he gently brushed past her and started to walk in the direction of her house. Rory caught up with him, glad that he was there.

R: ''Thanks for walking me home.''

J: ''I never said that I was walking you home, I just happen to live in the same direction as you.''

Rory threw a sideways glance at him, observing his face. She kept discovering new things, like the little scar he had in the corner of his mouth. She wondered how he got it ? She shifted her eyes from his lips to his eyes and smiled. She could look at him forever. Suddenly Jess looked up and met her eyes.

R: ''Thanks.''

Jess shrugged and kept looking at her with an intense look in his eyes. Rory lowered her eyes and lightly blushed under Jess' gaze. He turned his head and smirked. If she only knew that his house was really in the opposite direction as they were walking right now. But for some reason he wanted to spend time with her.

When they reached Rory's house, she felt nervous. Even more nervous than after her date with Tristan. The butterflies were going crazy in her stomach, they were tickling her with their wings and if she felt like giggling.

R: ''Thanks for walking with me.''

She turned around, not turning around until she reached the door. She was just in time to see Jess walking away, in the direction where they came from. Rory smiled and went inside, greeting her mom as if this had been an ordinary day. When really this day had been anything but ordinary.