Miles apart

Rating: T

Chapter: 3

Disclaimer: GG belongs to ASP.

A/N: Here we go again :) I know Jess is a bit OOC, but hey, he isn't the same he used to be! And answer to your question jessandrory4ever comes with this chappy :)

Rory and Jess had spent the evening together. Kissing, getting to know each other again. It was almost two in the night when Rory came home, after giving Jess a lift to his hotel.

Rory stepped in to her small condo and dropped the keys to a small bowl. She took her coat and put in to a coat rack. She walked to her bedroom, changed her clothes and fall down to her bed.

Is this wise? She though. I met him today. How can I fall in love with him again? How? Why? I just went with my feelings. Is this right?

He left me five years ago; suddenly he just sends me a letter and a cd. And then we meet. Confessing our never ending love. Who says he isn't going to leave me now. Who says if this is what he wants? DO I want this?

He has his job now, he's a singer. He won't be able to stay here all the time. I work for New York Times, I have to be here. Singing is his dream, I can't ask him to stop doing it. Writing is my dream; I don't want to stop doing it.

It was nearly five am in the morning when she finally fell asleep. She woke up around ten when she heard someone knocking her apartment door. Lane, who she had invited to go to the concert with her, was there, holding a cup of coffee. As Lane had come in and Rory had taken the first sip of the coffee they both walked to the kitchen. As Rory started to look for something to eat Lane asked.

"How was the night?"

" Good. ugh.. I believe so.."

"What what's wrong?"

"Nothing, It was so fun and I had missed him. But I don't know it this is right."

"He said he loves you?"

"Yes."

"You said you love him?"

"Yes.

"He said he's sorry for leaving you?"

"Yes he did."

"He explained why he had left."

"Yes he did. It wasn't me. It wasn't the party. It wasn't the sex thing."

"oh. What then?"

"His father had came to see him. He left to spend time with him."

"Oh. So that's why he has spent time in California."

"Yeah, kinda. He hasn't spoken with his dad for almost for one and a half years. He was just finding where he belongs. Or so I believe."

"But why you think that isn't enough?"

"He has found where he belongs. He doesn't belong here. He's a singer. He and his band have a contract. He can't stay here."

"Have you asked him? Have you asked him if he has found where he belongs? How do you know that the place isn't you."

"I don't. But I can't do this."

"Rory besides you work most of the time from home. You spend one week from a month in office. Why wouldn't you be able to live with him?"

"Ah. Don't do this now."

"Then tell me when?"

Rory stared at the empty coffee cup.

"go" Lane said.

"Where?"

"you know where."

Half an hour later, Rory was standing in front of the hotel where Jess was staying. She walked in and asked to meet him.

"Just a minute." The receptionist said, grabbed the phone and called upstairs if she was able to go up.

I can't do this. I can't.

"You can go up. Room 324." the receptionist said. And Rory left, upstairs.

A/N: There it was. I meant to write 'bout the concert but that'll be on the next chappy. Thanks for reading. Now if you just click the GO-button, and I'll be happy :) NG