Yeah, I actually did hear about Sin City. I didn't know she's playing a hooker though. Oh, she's also going to be in Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. Yeah, it looks good too. Comes out in early June.

So what do you think the average age of the fanfiction Gilmore Girls audience is?

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"Moving day!"

Lorelei opened her eyes, carefully, slowly, so that she would be able to quickly shut them again if need be. There sat Rory, kneeling on the bed, washed, dressed, hair done, ready. "Moving day," Lorelei muttered, feigning enthusiasm.

"Okay missy. We are going to have to pep you up! Now, I picked out your clothes," Rory said, handing pushing a stack of neatly folded clothes on her mother, "and as soon as you get dressed, we can go to Luke's."

"But it's only-"

"Hey missy, don't even try complaining today, because we are going to Luke's, ordering pancakes, and then me and you and Luke are going to New Haven in Luke's truck and you are going to help me move and see where we will live." Rory stared at her mother, moving very slowly, dramatically. "Well, go."

"Blasphemy."

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Fifteen minutes later, after much poking from Rory, the two sat at the counter. Lorelei, with her head on the counter, cradled by her arms, muttered under her breath about coffee, caffeine, pancakes, and apartments under her breath. Rory waited patiently for Luke.

"Where is Luke?" Rory asked her mom.

"No Luke…noo…no coffee."

"Mommy, get me some coffee please," Rory looked to Lorelei.

"Don't," Luke ordered, coming down the stairs.

"Where were you?" Lorelei asked, leaning forward to kiss him.

"I overslept."

"You overslept?" she asked skeptically.

"Drink your coffee Lorelei."

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So the plans had been laid. Luke, Lorelei, and Rory were to go to New Haven in Luke's truck. Rory and I had packed all of Rory's things; they now sat in boxes around her dorm, so she had slept in Star's Hollow the night before moving day. I assumed they had already been to Yale, judging by the boxes piled into the back of the green truck. I pulled back my blinds, looking out the window, again, waiting for them to come up.

I'll admit, I cleaned up. Luke was coming; he had never seen my apartment before. Lorelei was coming; I needed to make a good impression. Rory is going to live here, with me. I had cleared mostly room in the bedroom and in the bookshelf and CD shelves. The bedroom.

Yes, there was the bedroom situation. I knew Rory had told Lorelei about the bedroom situation, being how the apartment only had one. She was supposedly okay with it; Rory's a big girl. Besides, it's not like everytime we are alone together we feel the biological urge to reproduce. We're not animals; we can control ourselves. That's one thing that really bothers me. Why does being in bed automatically mean sex? A bed is just a soft place to sleep and lie down, it doesn't have to mean that people will be having sex in it. It would still be awkward, me and Luke and Lorelei and Rory moving things into the bedroom that me and Rory are going to share.

Weird, but true; and I still couldn't believe it. Huh.

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"Jess lives here?" Lorelei asked skeptically.

"Yes."

"Are you sure you don't have the wrong address?"

"Mom! No, this is Jess' apartment," Rory confirmed. "Now would you please knock on the door?"

"Why should I?"

"Because I don't have a free hand," Rory answered rationally.

"I don't want to."

"Mom, just reach out and kno-"

"Oh my God," Luke said, looking at Lorelei, reaching past her to knock on the door. "Wow, scary. Surprised I survived?"

"Your sarcasm is not appreciated mister."

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"Luke. Lorelei," I greeted, opening the door, "Rory."

"Nice place," Luke grunted.

"You sure it's yours?" Lorelei muttered quietly. Rory, having put down her box, elbowed Lorelei in the ribs.

"Ow," Lorelei cried, rubbing her side. "So, Jess, I see you've gotten your… books all sorted. I swear, I don't think there will be another household with more books in the state of Connecticut."

I nodded, rather uncomfortably. Rory smirked. "So…boxes."

"Right," Luke said. "Boxes…"

"Wait," Lorelei interjected, "I want the tour, mister. My baby is going to be living here."

"Right," I answered, walking towards the kitchen. "Well, here's the kitchen. You'll notice everything that kitchens usually have: a fridge, oven, microwave, stove-"

"Coffee machine?" Lorelei interrupted.

"Coffee Machine," I clarified, walking over to show her. I moved back into the living room. "Living room: couch, TV, DVD player, stereo, bookshelf, CD's," I went on, pointing to each object as I said it. Luke just nodded in accordingly.

"Bathroom," I said, opening the bathroom door, "Shower, sink, closet, conveniently stocked with towels and extra toilet paper, toilet."

"And, um, bedroom," I sighed, opening the bedroom door, "Just a bed, closet, dresser, lamp."

"Okay," Lorelei said, clapping her hands backing towards the door, "boxes."

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"That was weird," Luke told Lorelei as they drove back to Star's Hollow.

"Yeah? How so?"

"They," Luke struggled for the words, "Jess and Rory!"

"Yeah I know," Lorelei admitted, "It's kind of blowing my mind too. He really has changed. I mean, just the thinks he says to her-"

"What do you mean?" Luke asked. "What does he say to her?"

"Just these incredibly true little sweet things."

"Oh," Luke responding. "There's only one bedroom."

"Yeah," Lorelei cringed, "I actually knew about that."

"It's still weird though."

"Yeah, but what can you do? They're all grown up Luke," Lorelei sighed. "My baby's twenty. Besides," she went on, "they're not rabbits."

"So," Luke said, eager for this conversation not to go on any longer. "Should we…uh, buy them something?"

"Why?"

"I don't know, sort of a…housewarming gift," Luke stammered.

"They're not married," Lorelei said.

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The phone was ringing. I still wasn't used to that. Before, I really didn't get that many phone calls, and, when it did ring, it was almost always Rory. I think once of twice Jace had called me about working extra hours. Luke called me three times. Now, now that Rory lived here too, it was a whole different story. People would call all the time: Paris, Lorelei, Marty. About ten times I picked up the phone and didn't even know the person calling. Four times some guy called to ask Rory out. Lorelei called about every hour.

I picked it up.

"Jess?"

"Um…yeah. Luke?"

"…yeah," Luke stammered, "I wanted to tell you something I was thinking about your apartment."

"Okay," I said slowly.

"Well, I was just thinking, and I wanted to tell you that's it's nice," Luke paused, "And…you did good."

"I did?"

"Stop it," he said.

"Stop what?" I asked innocently.

"There's only one bedroom," he said slowly. I cringed.

"Yeah…I, uh…. Was that awkward for you?"

"A little," he admitted.

"Sorry."

"Yeah well," Luke hesitated. "Um, I was thinking, and I thought about maybe getting you guys a house warming gift, you know, thing, but Lorelei told me that you only do that for married people. But I thought maybe I could build something for you guys…I thought you could use a bookshelf."

I sighed. Luke wanted to build me something for my apartment, my and Rory's apartment. I remembered how Rory had been bugging me about needing another bookshelf. "Yeah, that would be okay; I mean, if you want."

"Okay."

"Honey I'm home," Rory called, closing the door behind her as she entered the apartment, dropping her bag to the floor, followed by another thud. "Dah. Look at this Jess. We need another bookshelf. We can't just leave these piles in the doorway, you know. It's dangerous, and I have to pick them up everytime I walk in."

"Do you hear her?" I asked Luke.

He chuckled, "Yeah, I do."

"Thanks Luke."

"Don't mention it kid." I hung up.

"Who was that?" Rory asked, collapsing on the couch next to me.

"Luke," I said

"And…"

"He said I did good," I admitted, leaning my head on her shoulder.

"Aww," she teased, kissing the top of my head. "Home," she repeated, analytically. "Where your heart is."

"Well at least since you moved in," I added, making he blush. I laughed as she snuggled into my side.

"So," she started, getting up, "I've decided that this is my favorite room here," she motioned to the wall in the living room with all the shelves on it, three total, yet we needed another. Two held books, and the last one split between movies ands CD's, mostly lined up on the shelved like books, but there were a few mismatched piles.

"Really?" I asked, wrapping my arms around her waist form behind, "because I'm a bid proponent of the bedroom."

"Jess!"

"What?" I asked, kissing Rory's neck.

"Movie night," she answered, pulling me towards the third shelf.

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"I like movie night with you more than I did with my mother. Does that make me a bad person?"

"Yes," I laughed, "You are a terrible, horrible person. I don't know why I love you, you bad, bad girl. Why do you like it better?"

"Because, I could never make out with my mom."

"Good," I said, trying not to think about it.

"I like High Fidelity," Rory sighed.

"We just watched it."

"It's over," she states, staring blankly at the words rolling up the screen.

"We could watch something else."

"No," she said suddenly, "What time is it?"

"A little past 10:30…why?"

"Come with me," she said, walking into the bedroom.

"Where?"

She slid off her sweatpants, retrieved a pair of jeans, and pulled them on. "I want to show you somewhere, but we have to hurry; it closes at midnight."

"Rory?"

"Jess, this is me being spontaneous," she informed me.

"Rory?"

"What!"

"I love you."

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"This better be good," I muttered, looking skeptically at a plain brick building with a green door. Rory opened it, pushing inside. We walked up a flight a narrow stairs, where we found a hallway. She led me to a red door, with yellow letters painted on, reading 'Vintage Store.' I gasped, looking in. It was a loft, one big, open space. The floor was wood painted red. The walls, God, the walls were covered in paintings. Two of them made a huge mural of New York City, even though the store was in New Haven, and the other two were covered with some form of pop art, almost like graffiti, but more tasteful. Rory just smirked at my disposition, leading me towards the back of the store.

"How did you find this place?" I finally muttered. Some music played low over the speakers, but I didn't recognize the band, surprisingly.

"Jamie."

"Who?" I asked, a familiar feeling of nervousness creeping into my chest. I noticed that it happened when Rory mentioned her male Yale friends. Jealousy; I'm not sure, but fear; possibly.

"Paris' ex-boyfriend," she explained. The feeling relaxed. "His sense of music was terrible, but he was book guy." We had finally stopped in front of a glass case. Rory squeezed my hand, tapping on the glass with her other hand. "Signed first editions," she whispered.

I adverted my gaze from her to the case. "Really?" She nodded. "Wow," I breathed.

"I know. Look what they've got in there," she pointed out, ticking off names, "The Fountainhead, A farewell to Arms, Tom Sawyer, Catcher in the Rye, Slaughterhouse Five, The Bell Jar. It's incredible."

"Signed first editions," I breathed. "I mean, signed books: amazing; first editions: great. Together, just wow. It would be incredible to own one," I finished, looking at Rory again.

"Yeah, don't get your hopes up, A Farewell to Arms is upwards of twelve hundred."

"Too bad we're poor," I joked, pulling her into me.

"Yeah, too bad…we're poor," she agreed.

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I don't know what that chapter was about. Let's see…it had Rory moving in, that was good, Luke and Lorelei discussing the change, that was okay I guess, then it had a purely platonic Luke and Jess moment (Yes, I know how dirty some of your minds are), so that was good. Then I guess the rest is just Rory and Jess fluff. I guess it is a bit of a step in the right direction, a very little bay step.