So this is all fiction, yadi yadi yada, Gilmore Girls is owned by the WB, I am merely borrowing the characters to tide me over until they start playing new episodes.  This story takes place in season three, the day after "A Deep Fried Korean Thanksgiving."

Bible Kiss Bible

I am trying to stop thinking about him.  I am trying to stop smiling.  I am trying to focus on what Rory is saying, but it's hard.

        "…so then he says 'Happy Thanksgiving, Jess' and walks away.  Can you believe it?  I mean this is Dean we're talking about.  Dean. It's so not like him."

        "Well love makes you do crazy things," I offer, thinking of how much trouble I would be in if Mom found out about Dave and me.  I smile- Dave and me.  Pairing me with a guy sounds so strange.  Me.  Lane Kim.

        "You're totally not listening to me," Rory says.

        "I know," I say. "I'm sorry, I just can't get him off my mind."

        "Good kiss, huh?" Rory asks, smiling.

        "Well, I don't really have much to compare it to."

        "I think you guys are adorable.  He's adorable," Rory says.

        "Who's adorable?" Jess asks, materializing at our table, refreshing Rory and mine's coffee.

        "Dave," Rory says. "Jealous?"

        "Out of my mind," Jess says, grinning at Rory.  It's the first time I've ever understood her attraction to him, Jess is beautiful when he smiles.  Maybe she's right, that there is something more to Jess than meets the eye.  Or maybe I'm just overflowing with love right now.

        "Sit down with us," Rory says.

        "Gimme a minute."

        I watch him walk away, still smiling.  A couple weeks ago he was skulking around town with Shane under his arm, now he's floating around the diner.  I understand.  I know what it's like to want someone so bad you crave them.  I know the joy of a surprise kiss.  I know how it feels to find out they want you back.

        Rory is talking again and I rope my focus back to the diner.

        "I just feel awful that Dean saw me kissing Jess this soon after the breakup," she says.

        "He's a big boy, Rory."

        "That's what Jess said.  But still, I hate that I flaunted it."

        "It was bound to happen eventually.  You're doing the right thing.  Jess is who you want to be with."

        "Hey guess who just walked in the diner," Rory says.  I turn to find Dave standing in the doorway, scanning the late lunch crowd.

        "Dave!" I holler, waving.  He grins at us and begins pushing through people.

        "He is love-buzzed," Rory whispers, giggling.

        "Shh," I hiss as Dave pushes his way to our corner table.

        "Hey guys, what are you up to?" he greets us.

        "Picking up guys," Rory says.  I blush.

        "You better not be," Jess interjects, pulling up a chair next to Rory.  Dave and I exchange looks.  Do we kiss hello?  How does this work?

        "Jess this is Dave, Lane's boyfriend," Rory says, speaking our relationship into existence. "Dave, this is Jess."

        "Nice to meet you, man," Dave says.

        "Yeah, same here," Jess answers.

        "How did you know I was here?" I ask.  He takes a seat beside me.  The moment for a hello-kiss has passed.

        "I asked your mom."

        "My mom?" I repeat.  Rory laughs, leans against Jess.  She says it's hard for her to adjust to the difference of Jess and Dean's bodies, that she doesn't fit as neatly under Jess' arm as she did Dean's.  This is comforting to me.  It's nice to know that Rory is still figuring stuff out too.

        "I told her you wanted to borrow this," Dave says, flopping Mere Christianity by C.S. Lewis on the table.

        "Did you buy this?" I ask.

        "Yep."

        "Let me pay you back."

        "Lane," Dave says, rolling his eyes. "You forget I'm a rich man, thanks to that flyer you up in your church."

        I blush.  His fingers lace through mine under the table.

        "I was addicted to the Chronicles of Narnia series in third grade," Rory says, picking up the book, flipping the pages.

        "Big surprise," Jess says, poking her in the ribs.

        "You can borrow that if you want," I tell Rory.

        "No she can't," Dave says. "You need it for our study group."

        "Our what?"

        "The study group I told your mom about.  The one that meets every Friday night in Hartford to discuss Christian inspired literature."

        "You're kidding," I say.

        "Nope."     

        "We can finally rehearse!  I can stay in the band!"

        "And your mother asked me if I could drive you since you don't have a car," Dave says.

        "You're a genius!" I cry, so out-of-my-mind-excited I kiss him.  Dave grins, I grin. 

        I think this is love.