A/N: Another chapter!

Mia: When I first wrote it, Lane wasn't a bridesmaid. But it does make sense. She kind of is like family… And if (when) Luke and Lorelai get married, I want Jess to be the best man, but I heard Milo's not coming back to the show unless they kill his character or something like that… sad, isn't it? Oh, and I like making people laugh too! (end obnoxiously long shout-out)

I.D.C: Well, honestly, you're the only one who said they missed me, so it was appreciated. And now that you mention it, it does sound kind of creepy. But I did tell you to tell me that, so I guess I brought the creepiness upon myself.

And my anonymous reviewer, Gilmore fan: Thanks so much for all the love! I do assume there would be more of a fight getting Rory back to Yale, but I kind of wanted to get to other parts. But I did make sure she said no to others before giving in to Paris. And I loved your usage of anywho. I love that word!

Disclaimer Refresher: The fact that I don't own Gilmore Girls hasn't changed in the last month.

Luke and Lorelai sat on the floor of Lorelai's bedroom, packing all of her stuff into boxes, getting ready to move. The wedding was in two weeks and they were hoping to move into the Twickham house before then so they could return to a home after their honeymoon.

"You have too much stuff." Luke mentioned, taping an extremely full box shut.

"You know, it looks like so much more when you have to pack it up." Lorelai said.

Luke laughed quietly. Their conversation lapsed into silence, each of them focused on the task at hand. Luke spoke up. "Jess is coming. He's going to be the best man."

"Really?"

"Yes." Luke tried to keep up his 'not emotional' façade, but a smile spread across his face.

"I'm glad. We haven't seen him in a while."

"Not since Liz' wedding."

"Yeah…" Lorelai trailed off, putting all of her attention towards pulling an unrecognizable object out from underneath her bed. She thought about what Luke had said. Jess being there would be good. As much as he wouldn't admit it, Lorelai knew Luke cared about Jess a lot. After all, they did have a lot in common.

Her mind wandered, and suddenly her eyes widened and she stopped trying to free the unknown item mid-tug. She turned to Luke. "What about Rory?"

"Rory's a big girl. She can handle it."

"But-"

"It's been more than a year, Lorelai. She has Logan now. She's over it."

Lorelai paused in thought. "You really think she'll be okay?"

"I really do."

Later that evening, Lorelai walked to Rory's room and leaned on the doorframe. Rory was lying across her bed, reading a book, lost in her own world. Lorelai knocked on the open door and Rory looked up. "Hey."

"Hey, hon. Can I talk to you for a sec?"

"Sure." Rory slid a bookmark onto the page she'd been reading, shut the book and set it on her desk. Lorelai sat on the edge of the bed. Rory leaned up against her headboard. "Go ahead."

"Well, Luke chose his best man."

"It's about time." Rory replied jokingly.

Lorelai mustered up as much of a laugh as she could. Then Rory asked the inevitable question: "Who?"

Lorelai looked down at her feet. As much as Luke said Rory could handle it, Lorelai still wasn't sure. But she was the mother, she was supposed to be protective, right?

Rory's voice shook her out of her thoughts. "Mom?"

Lorelai kept staring at her bright pink, chipped nail polish on her toes. "He picked Jess, honey." She didn't lift her head. She didn't want to see her daughter's reaction.

Rory's was shocked. But she knew how much Luke wanted this, and by default her mother, too. So she smiled as realistically as she could. "That's good."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I know how much Luke wants Jess to be there."

"So it's okay with you?" Lorelai was pleasantly surprised by Rory's calm and good-natured reaction.

"It's fine."

"Even considering-"

"That's ancient history, Mom. I'm with Logan now." That seemed like a good answer. Her mom definitely seemed convinced.

"Okay. I just thought you should know."

"Thanks, Mom."

"'Night, Rory."

"'Night."

A couple hours later, Rory was sprawled across her bed, her book long forgotten. Ever since her mother had left she'd been that way, thinking. She had yet to fully wrap her mind around it.

Jess. Jess Mariano.

They had such a history. Was she expected to ignore that and act like he was a complete stranger? No, she couldn't do that. They'd been friends before, right? So she could act like he was an old friend.

But what if Logan didn't take to that too well? Logan was her date, after all. He was going to be there with her. If she spoke to Jess, he was bound to ask questions. And she wasn't the greatest liar. She always did the 'blinky-thing' when she was lying. But maybe Logan hadn't caught on to that yet…

What she thinking? She couldn't lie to Logan. No, she'd act like she and Jess were acquaintances, nothing more. They knew each other… through Luke she could say. And that was the truth, right? That's how they met. That's how Lorelai knew him, too.

Yes. That was good. This way, she wasn't lying. She was just… withholding part of the truth. But that was lying, wasn't it?

No, this truth would come out eventually. So it wasn't lying. That was settled.

Okay, acquaintances. That's it. She rolled over on her side and closed her eyes. Now it was time to sleep.

But she couldn't.

Damn insomnia. Damn thoughts.

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