Alright, I've done some editing in the last two chapters, mostly on typos. I'm thinking I may take a foray into a subplot somehow involving Lane and Dave, because those kids were just my absolute favourite. I thank everyone who reviewed, especially YOU! (see how I pulled that off? Suave.) I realize that it's a concept that's been done before, the original story was supposed to be about Lane meeting Jeff Magnum – but this sort of sprang up.

Once again, two chapters in Rory to Jess format. I'm not planning on sticking with it through the whole story, it just keeps happening that way.

Chapter 3

Rory Gilmore stared at the crisp white envelope that sat at the opposite end of her dorm, as far away from her as possible. It had been a plain, unsuspecting object in the beginning. Friendly and familiar; most likely from her dad or Lane. The object had turned foreign and strange in her hands, as she read the familiar scrawl of her address.

She glanced at it with the air of someone looking at a ticking time bomb in an enclosed area, moving across the room with stealth as though it would go off if it at the sign of any sudden movements. Easing herself into her desk chair, where upon the lethal letter sat.

Approach with caution. Contains possibly fatal materials and small parts. Not suitable for children under three years of age.

Okay, so she was being a little dramatic. I mean, Rory thought to herself, it's not going to kill me. It probably just wants money, or to have lunch. It's a civil letter, a nice letter. A completely harmless little bunny rabbit of a letter. Rory racked her brain for the most innocent thing she could think of. This letter is a puppy...the stay puft marshmallow man...a...um...

"This letter is a newt." Rory proclaimed, completely satisfied with herself. Newts had never harmed anything, where as the stay puft marshmallow man had harmed the ghost busters. "I'm sorry I called you fatal." She apologized to the unblinking, white, rectangle on her desk. Rory bit her lip and took a wayward glance at the envelope, distrust playing on her face, before quickly snapping open her textbook, smacking it right over top the letter with a thunk.

***

"You know, you look all innocent and sweet but I see through the façade." Rory stated matter of factly to the Black Plague buried underneath her books and notes, before returning to the text that had previously held her interested, albeit, not very well.

Rory's eyes skimmed through the paragraph once more, for what seemed like the thousandth time that night. She had gone through the chapter four times already, and had only accomplished the memorization of the opening line.

"The social movements in our society are a particular type of organization. They often begin..."

Rory practically tackled the phone, anxious and eager to have a distraction from the dull text and stupid, stupid, letter.

"Hello?" Rory bellowed into the mouthpiece.

"Ouch, child! My ears." Her mother's voice cringed over the telephone line.

"Sorry, just excited for some form of civilization." She kept her voice at an indoor-tone.

"Ah, what are you studying?"

"Anthropology."

"Huh. Think they would've made it a little more social, considering."

"Oh god," Rory groaned – slouching down in her chair. "Don't even mention that word."

"But it'll be on the test!" Lorelai faked gasped.

"The social movements in our society are a particular type of organization." Rory recited for her mother.

"Ah, you've got it bad my dear."

"And what would 'it' be?" Rory questioned, somewhat warily.

"A variety of things if I'm not mistaken. Boredenza, unifluenenza, Lorelia- seperation anxietyenza, "Her mother rattled off a list of made up disease, "Most things ending in enza, atis and ia, basically. The makings of a Seuss classic."

"But I like school!" Rory insisted.

"And everyday I look up into the heavens and shout 'Why god? Why? Why did you bless me with this perfect kid? And God comes down from the heavens and says - "

"Alright, this is getting a little too Kids in the Hall for me." Rory cut her mom off.

"Sacrilegious, too." Lorelai agreed.

"Right up there with that movie about Jesus being a vampire slayer."

"Anyways, so what are we going to do?"

"'Bout what?"

"Your condition!!!" Lorelai proclaimed, in obvious distress.

"I don't know, Mom, I have a lot to do." Rory carefully shifted her many binders and textbooks around on her desk, seeing the multitude of books push ever closer to the edge.

"Saturday." Her mother decided. "Saturday we are going to drop, cancel and reschedule any plans we have, drop absolutely everything, throw away our cell phones, pagers and other forms of communication technology and have 24 hours completely to ourselves. From 11 Am on Saturday to 11 Am on Sunday. Deal?"

"Deal."

"Okay, we must part. Until we meet again?"

"Au revoir, darling." Rory said in a full dramatic lilt, feeling the certain pang of home sickness in the pit of her stomach as the phone clicked.

Rory fixed her gaze on the spot where the textbook met the desk, pursing her lips. In one sudden movement, she grabbed the envelope from under the book, furiously crumpled it up into a ball and tossed it at the waste paper basket. The ball hit the rim and landed unceremoniously on the floor. She crossed her arms in a huff and stared adamantly at the wall in front of her.

"Jerk." She muttered out of the side of her mouth to the ball on the floor.

A moment passed before Rory hastily picked the letter up and desperately tried to smooth out the crinkles.

"I want you to know this doesn't mean I like you."