Sorry, I've been busy. I had to spend all day at some Tennis game, and I got a bad sunburn, and I rediscovered that all jocks are fags. Sorry if that offends you; maybe not all jocks, just the one at this tennis court. Anyway, I was making this to-do list, and it has about 15 things on it….so…yeah. Anyway, keep reviewing!

So, sorry about this, but I don't know what happened directly after the Season 4 Finally, so I'm making it up. Hope it fits.

Also, If you have any input on where you would like to see this story going, It'd be more than welcome.

So this chapter isn't really much, just a little Luke and Lorelei after thought and a lot of Jess and Rory fluff. I really don't know how I got 10 pages out of this.

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We lay in bed, with a clash CD on low in the background. Rory rested her head on my shoulder, playing with my the hair in my face.

"What happened to your crazy hair?" she asked.

I laughed, remembering back to the night of the winter carnival. Do you have anything you want to tell me Rory? I had asked her, expecting her having planned going to the fair with Dean. I like your crazy hair.

"I grew it out," I answered, running my fingers through her hair.

"Huh," she breathed, "so that's what you call it. I kind of miss it."

"My crazy hair?" I asked.

"Yeah. I mean, it definitely wouldn't suit you now, too boyish, but I just miss it," she explained.

"Right, because I am a manly man," I mocked.

She laughed into my chest. "I'm bored," she whined.

I laughed, hugging her tighter. She put her fists to my chest, pushing me away slightly. "Let's go," she said, sliding out of bed. I rolled over, watching her, amused. I walked up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist.

"Where do you want to go?" I whispered into her ear.

She turned around in my arms, wrapping her arms around my neck. "Let's do something no one would expect us to do," she gushed, pulling a t-shirt over her head.

I stumbled around the room, looking for my pants, pulling them on, upon finding them. Rory threw me a t-shirt, and I pulled it on too. She pulled on her shorts and a pair of flip-flops, walking toward me.

"Knocking on random doors, running away," I offered.

"Hmm," she considered, "No, too juvenile."

"Right, we are definitely not juvenile. No sir, not us," I agreed, "Well, we could slip anonymous notes under Kirk's door."

"That might get old," she thought, "Breaking into the kitchen, ice cream at the bridge," she offered, walking down the hall.

"With cones?" I asked, pulling her into me.

"With cones," she confirmed, dragging me with her as she skipped down the hall.

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Lorelei sat up in bed, in her room in the inn, talking to Sookie, "It went well, didn't it?"

"It did," Sookie agreed, from her room in the inn.

"Babette and Patty really liked the robes," Lorelei gushed.

"I told you yellow was the way to go," Sookie commented.

There was a pause, at last which was broken by Sookie, "So, you and Lu-"

"Oh God, don't say even say it," Lorelei sighed.

"But it was on the porch, for everyone to see!"

"Rory was right," Lorelei cried, burying her face under her sheets in her room.

"About what?" Sookie laughed over the phone.

"She looked at me and said, 'Mom, this is Luke, the town's Luke, if something happens, everyone is going to know.'"

"She said that?" Sookie asked.

"Yes, and I mocked her, but she was right, as usual,' Lorelei sighed again.

"Well do you regret it?" Sookie had verbalized the concern of a few other people.

"Regret it?" Lorelei dodged.

"Yes," Sookie persisted, "Do you regret kissing Luke Danes."

"Um, no… I mean, I don't think...no," Lorelei rambled.

"Well," Sookie started.

"But what if everything changes?" Lorelei cried.

"Honey, of course everything's going to change. You can't just go around making out with your friends, you know."

"Neuah. Well, okay, I'm going to bed. See you tomorrow bright and early for breakfast," Lorelei said before hanging up.

She lay down in her bed, facing the ceiling, sheets pulled up to her chin. "Oh God," she muttered to herself, "I kissed Luke." She pulled the sheets over her head, sighing.

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Across the hall, five doors down, Luke sat in a similar predicament, except that he was venting. Luke Danes didn't vent. He did did sit on his bed, though, furiously muttering under his breath. "I kissed Lorelei, Lorelei Gilmore. Kissed Lorelei. Gilmore. Lorelei Gilmore. Kissed."

Luke, like Jess and Rory, was consume by, not only his own happenings, but also the entire happenings of the night. Luke, Lorelei, kissing. Kirk, running, naked, yelling. Luke, chasing, Kirk, naked. Rory, Jess, same room. Luke didn't even know about all of the night's happenings. There was no group of words running through his brain including Rory, Jess, Dean, crying, yelling, Rory crying. If those words had been in his head, Luke wouldn't be sitting here, in his hotel room, muttering. Luke would be at Dean's house, beating him senseless. Okay, well, at least yelling his brains out.

Luke laid back, on his bed, staring at the ceiling. "Oh God," he muttered, covering his face with his hands.

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Rory and I stumbled into the kitchen, laughing.

"Oww," she yelped, running into the corner of the island. I stumbled towards her, grabbed her hand, and proceeded to feel along the wall for the light switch.

"Wait," she said, yanking her hand away from me. "You can't turn on the lights. Someone will see us."

"No one will see us," I laughed, taking back her hand, "This is Star's Hollow. Light's out is at eleven. They've all been asleep for at least forty minutes."

"No," she whined, dragging me in what was supposed to be the direction of the freezer, "It will make it less stealthy. I wont be able to feel like I've done something bad."

I stopped, twirling her into me so that our chests were pressed together. "Well then," I smirked, "Maybe we could just flip on the lights down here and go back upstairs."

"Well, maybe we will," she laughed, pulling me back towards the freezer, "after I get some ice cream cones."

"Just what do you expect us to use those for," I muttered suggestively.

She laughed, hitting my chest playfully.

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We sat at the bridge, after much arguing, with a carton of double chocolate brownie chink swirl and a box of cones.

"Admit it," she said, licking the bottom of her cone, "It's always better in a cone."

"It's always better in a cone," I admitted. She leaned into me, smirking. "What?" I asked.

"'Where ever, Whatever' didn't turn out to be too far from Star's Hollow," she teased.

I sighed, wrapping my arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer. "Nope, not too far at all," I confirmed.

"Only 22.8 miles," she went on.

"Why, Rory, did you google that?" I laughed.

"Yeah, I did," she said, dripping with sarcasm.

Silence.

"I thought I was going to lose you," I confessed, "You were going to a big fancy school, and I was Mr. Failing Twelfth Grade."

"My, what a good job you did of getting over that fear," she smirked.

"I was stupid, okay?"

"Well at least you know it."

Silence.

"So I have a question," Rory informed me, "What's you job?"

"My job?"

"Yeah, the trip, the concert tickets, the dress, the dinners, the apartment, where is all this money coming from?"

"I just do what I do best," I answered sheepishly.

"So I'm dating a prostitute," she cut in.

I looked at her, smirking, taken aback. Rory blushed. I rubbed her shoulders in an effort to relax her. "No, I actually got this job at a bookstore. It's not bad, really. It's small, so during slow hours, I just chill in the back, reading usually. The old guy that runs it, he's really laid back."

"Nice."

"Yeah, so that, and," I paused.

"And?" she asked, looking up at me.

"And I've kind of been writing a little bit on the side. Nothing major, just a story thing, like, not really too long…yet…but that's really non important," I looked down, reluctant.

"Jess," she cried, excited, taking my face in her hands, "That is big. That's huge."

"It's-"

"It's incredible," she shrieked, jumping up, having long finished the ice cream.

"Rory, calm down," I whispered, jumping up after her. She grabbed me, kissing me hard on the mouth. It was really an amazing kiss; passionate, loving, heated, and, well, just incredibly sexy all at the same time.

"Wow," I breathed, as we walked back to the inn.

"I love you," she said, leading me back to our room.

"I love you," I mimed. She laughed, but she knew I meant it.

"So Monday," she started, "Your apartment."

"Right, well I thought we'd start with, you know, I probably need to buy some stuff, like, maybe first, a bed."

"Oh," she said, "Well I was going to say a bookshelf, but okay."

I laughed as we neared our room, opening the door, ushered her inside, wrapping my arms around her.