I know, I know. Okay, so, I didn't know how to tackle the whole "Luke Lorelei talk" so I'm evading it. Sorry. I know, I'm letting you down. I hope to make up for it later. Anyway, this is just a month or so in the future. Yale is starting up again.

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"Mom, I'm fine, really," Rory persisted.

Lorelei stood in the doorway of Rory's dorm, I sat on the couch, trying to focus on a book, and Rory stood next to her mom, trying to get her to leave. Normally, Rory would never try to get Lorelei to leave, but she had been at Yale for the past twenty hours. This was separation anxiety like no one had ever seen it before.

"But he's here," Lorelei whined, jerking her head towards me.

"Mom," Rory explained again, "He lives ten minutes away. You don't. Besides, don't you have a thing with Luke tonight?"

"Yes," Lorelei squirmed.

I sighed, slouching farther into the sofa, trying my best not to hear.

"Ok, well go. Make yourself beautiful," Rory said, overdramatically, ushering her mom out of the door.

Lorelei, mid step, stopped, "Are you implying, my dear, that I am not always beautiful?"

"Mom!"

"Ok, ok, I'm going. God," she rolled her eyes jokingly. "Okay, bye. Call me if you need me. Love you." She kissed Rory's forehead. "Bye Jess."

"Mother of girlfriend," I nodded. She made a small noise, like a groan, but left.

"Bye," Rory called, closing the door behind her.

"Thank God," I sighed, sauntering over to Rory. "I thought she'd never leave." I wrapped my arms around her waist, nuzzling her neck. She rubbed the back of my head, tangling her fingers in my hair.

"Hey that's my mom," she muttered.

"Huh," I said, placing little kisses down her collarbone.

"Excuse me, lovebirds, but this really isn't the best time. Don't you have something else to do? Maybe somewhere else you could go to do…this" Rory pulled away, but I didn't let go of her.

"Paris…"

"Yes, that is me," she interrupted, all the while pulling boxes in from the hall. "And who is this? Your man of the week?"

"You have men of the week?" I whispered into Rory's ear. She pulled away, following Paris.

"Paris, you remember Jess," she said, dragging her friend towards me.

"If I must."

"Ok…well," Rory stammered. "Do you need help or anything? Because we were just going to…uh," she struggled to find an excuse to leave.

"No, no. Go. You should go," I sighed, relieved, and headed towards the door. "Oh, Rory, Marty's looking for you."

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"You bought this tree?" I laughed.

"Not exactly buying it, but, yes, I did pay money to sit under it," she laughed, leaning against me. We sat under a tree, in the shade, with my back to the tree and Rory's back to my chest.

"So…who's Marty?"

"A friend," she said.

"Figured as much."

"Rory," a man's voice called. She looked to it, jumping up.

"Marty!"

I jumped up, following Rory over to the guy. She gave him an awkward hug. She pulled away, me moving to her side.

"Paris said you were looking for me," Rory explained.

"Yeah, I…" he trailed off, eyeing me eyeing him. "Who's your friend?"

"Oh," she said, taking a step back and wrapping her arm around my waist. "This is Jess. Marty, Jess. Jess, Marty."

I stuck my hand out. "Boyfriend," I clarified. He nodded, shaking my hand.

"You what?" Rory asked.

"What?" he said, looking away from me.

"You said 'Yeah I,' and then you stopped. What were you?"

"Oh, well," he laughed, "I was just going to see if you wanted to maybe hang out later, but you probably have plans so, I'll see you in class." He turned, leaving.

"No, wait Marty," she called. He stopped, turning around. "We can all hang out: me and you and Jess and you could bring someone too. It would be fun. Come on," Rory persisted.

"Well," he paused, "I don't know if I can find a date you know, short notice."

"That's okay. Just the three of us, then. It will be just like this time that me and Jess and this other guy I used to know, his name was Dean, we went to the town fair together. It turned out, good." She paused. "Come on."

"Okay," he gave in.

"Okay, so, you want to meet up at my dorm tonight, say, sevenish?"

"Yeah okay. Bye," he nodded.

I looked at her. "Yes, didn't that time with me and you and Dean just turn out wonderful?" I scoffed.

"Jess."

"Rory."

"Marty's different from Dean. He's a really nice guy okay? Just give it a chance?" she pleaded.

I sighed.

"For me?" she asked, pouting.

"Fine," I sighed, wrapping my arms around her middle and kissing her. "You owe me."

"I do?"

"Yes," I insisted. "We're doing something dirty later."

She laughed

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"I don't want to go," I pouted. Pulling Rory to me seductively. She wrapped her arms around me, ignoring my words. "I'm not going to have any fun."

She laughed, "Jess, you've met the guy once for a few seconds. I really think you'll like him."

She pulled away, going about with getting ready.

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"Doorbell," Lorelei called to herself. She stood up, getting dizzy with the sudden rush of blood to her brain. She ran down the stairs, swinging open the door.

"Luke."

Luke leaned forward, kissing her, delicately; testing his still new territory. She smiled against his, putting her hands on his chest.

"Shall we?" he asked

She smirked, walking out of the door he held open for her.

"Where are we going?"

"Out," he replied.

"Aw shoot, I was afraid that that monosyllabic thing might be an epidemic. First Rory, and now you," she maimed concern, holding her hand up to his forehead.

"Stop it," he growled, pushing her hand away. She laughed.

"So…where are we going?"

Luke sighed. "I'm trying to do that romantic crap, okay? I'll never do it again, sheesh.

"Aww, how sweet," she laughed. "You're the best boyfriend in the whole wide world. Yes you are," she teased, pinching his cheek.

"Aw God," Luke muttered, swatting her hand.

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I stood in the middle of the dance floor, shuffling my feet as Rory danced circles around me, actually, not that different from the scene in Pulp Fiction; the scene where Vincent Vega and Mia Wallace enter the dancing competition, and she wants to win.

Rory looked at me, "I do believe Marsellus Wallace, my husband, your boss, told you to take me out and do whatever I wanted. Now I want to dance, I want to win. I want that trophy, so dance good," she quoted.

"You read my mind," I smirked. She danced circles a little closer.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I mean it," I pulled her closer to me, about to meet my lips with hers.

"Rory?" It was that guy, Marty Something. She pulled away, looking for the source of the voice.

"I'll be back in two shakes of a lamb's tail," she said, going off to find him. I followed her.

"Hey, I'm going to go," he said, have this…test tomorrow and I just…" Marty trailed off.

"No," she said, touching his arm, "No, no stay. You should stay."

"No, I really should go. Bye Rory, see you in class," he looked around, noticing me for the first time. "Jess."

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"He was acting weird tonight," Rory told me again, "You would like him how he is normally."

"Alright," I said, tossing my keys on the counter as we walked into my apartment.

"Jess," she said, leaning up against the counter. "I mean it."

"Okay," I nodded, pressing myself up against her.

"Ha," she gasped.

"What?" I asked, wrapping my arms around her waist.

"Someone's jealous," she grinned, framing my face with her hands.

"Please," I muttered.

"Yeah."

I laughed, kissing her hard. She moaned into my mouth as I nibbled and sucked at her neck.

"Jess…" she started to object, but trailed off. I slipped two fingers under the hem of her skirt.

She put her hands to my chest, pushing me away. "I can't. I have an early class."

"But Rory," I whined.

"Jess, I can't, it's already late," she kissed me on the cheek, turning to leave.

"Wait," I said, reaching out to touch her hand. She turned to face me; a look of worry on her face. "Stay," I whispered.

"What?" she laughed.

"Stay."

"Jess, we can't…I have to go to class..."

"No just…just stay here…with me. Sleep."

She grinned, walking over to me, pulling my arm around her shoulders. "Yeah."

I grinned, kissing her hair as we walked to the bedroom. "Yeah?"

She nodded. "Yeah," I repeated, as if trying out the word.

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"I thought you had a class?" I asked as we lay in my bed.

"I do."

"So sleep."

"This shirt smells like you," she noted, readjusting herself so that her head rested on my chest at an angle from which she could look at my face. She was referring to my shirt, the one I had given her to sleep in.

"Rory go to sleep," I shushed.

"You must really love me," she whispered.

"Why do you say that?"

She propped herself up on her elbow so that she could look down on me. "Because Jess…I mean, you were never like this. You were the love 'em and leave 'em type."

"I left-"

"You came back, Jess. I mean, you asked me to stay here even though you knew nothing was going to happen and you moved here, to New Haven, to be close to me and you want me to go to sleep so I wont be tired tomorrow. I'm just saying: you must really love me." Exasperated with her tirade, she collapsed onto the bed, resting her chin on my chest.

Smirking, I brushed her hair out of her face, craning my neck to kiss the side of her forehead. "I do."

She smiled, brushing her lips against my jaw line. "You like having me in your bed," she teased.

I sighed, turning off the light. Rory snuggled closer to me. I wrapped my arm closer around her.

"I think the Smoky Moss really looks good," she told me.

I sighed.

"No, you were definitely right Jess. It would be weird laying here right now knowing that my boyfriend painted his apartment rose."

"Rory, go to-"

"Cant hear you," she interrupted, "I'm sleeping to loud."

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music4mysoul - Sorry about the Lane thing. I know two girls names Laine, and they're both L-a- i-n-e Laines. I just assumed that Lane was also a L-a-i-n-e Lane. But she's not. So, the 'i' has officially been dropped. Lane it is.

AquarianGirl and everyone else-Oh, and thanks for putting up with my filler chapters.