A/N- Wow, I haven't written in a while! Between school, work, life, and just my own laziness I haven't found the time to just sit down and be creative! SO, I hope you guys will like this story! If not constructive criticism is welcomed, but just be nice about it! Haha

Disclaimer- I don't own Gilmore Girls or anything pertaining to the show.

"Plastic faces, every one of them, they're all hiding something," Jess mumbled as he and Rory sat on the steps of their shop breathing in the fall air and watching pedestrians hurriedly walk towards their destinations.

"Oh come on Jess, not everyone is a member of the witness protection program," Rory replied grinning at her best friend.

"I know," Jess responded smiling slightly, "I'm just saying that most of the time, people are hiding something, or not telling you the whole truth. Maybe because they don't know how to open up, or maybe because they don't want to."

"When did you become so deep? I was starting to like the one syllable Jess," Rory stated jokingly.

"He grew up I guess," Jess replied smirking.

"So, want to close up and get something to eat?" Rory asked as she gulped down the last sip of coffee in her cup.

"Sure," Jess responded.

Rory grinned and punched him in the arm, "There he is!"

Just as the two were about to step inside a strikingly handsome youth came bounding up the steps.

"Wait! Please, I just need to get something," the teen stated out of breath.

"Sorry kid, we're closed," Jess replied as he placed his hand on the small of Rory's back to lead her inside.

"Wait Jess, what do you need hun?" Rory asked holding the door open and ushering the boy in.

"You wrote A Perfect Place and Time right?"

"Yeah," Rory responded.

"Well, my dad is dying of cancer and that is his favorite book, could you sign it for him?" He asked, his eyes pleading as he held back tears.

Rory just wanted to scoop the youth up in a hug and tell him it will be okay, but instead she swallowed softly.

"Yes, I'd be honored," Rory replied, smiling slightly at Jess who stood in the corner leaning against a book shelf, watching the whole scene develop.

"What's his name?" She asked as she opened the cover.

"Tristan Dugrey," the teen responded.