A/N: How I think A Tisket, A Tasket should have ended. This is my first posted fan fiction. So please give it a chance and review.

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Chapter One: Impossible

Rory gasped, "The Fountainhead is classic."

She and Jess were sitting on the bridge arguing over literature and completely ignoring Rory's picnic.

"Yeah, but Ayn Rand is a political nut," replied Jess

"Yeah, but nobody could write a forty page monologue the way that she could."

Rory glared at Jess until he sighed and gave in. "Okay, tomorrow, I will try again, and you will…"

"Give the painful Ernest Hemingway another chance. Yes, I promise."

"You know, Ernest only has lovely things to say about you."

Rory studied Jess curiously.

"Why are you only nice to me?" she asked. Jess looked at Rory quickly, shocked by her question.

"What?"

"An hour ago you were totally screwing with Dean and now you're totally nice to me." Rory, pointed out, still curious.

"You see, it's the screwing with Dean – that's an important step to getting here so that I can be nice to you."

"So it was a plan."

"What?" asked Jess.

"The whole bidding on my basked, it was a plan."

Jess looked quickly from Rory to the picnic basket. "Okay I'm officially starving."

Rory smirked in amusement, Jess was changing the subject. "And officially evasive."

"Come on, I'll get you pizza."

"Answer my question."

"Do you like pepperoni?" said Jess, continuing to ignore Rory.

"You're not going to, are you?"

"We can just get it on half if you want."

Rory sighed in defeat. "Okay, I give, let's go."

"If you insist," replied Jess with a smirk.

Rory rolled her eyes and stood up, walking away. She didn't notice her fallen bracelet or Jess bending to pick it up and slip it into his pocket.

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Jess hurried to catch up to Rory, who was already headed towards Joe's Pizza Place at a fast pace. He could tell she was annoyed with him for not answering her question but what was he supposed to tell her? That she was right, it was a plan? He couldn't do that. Not that it was true, he just wanted to piss off Bag Boy, behold his success. Seeing Rory was an added bonus, she is, after all, the only person close to sane in this town.

So why did he find himself making excuses to be places he knew she would be? Could he possibly… No. It was impossible. Rory would never be more than a friend to Jess. Still, he couldn't help but wonder…

Impossible.

He couldn't do it; it wasn't even an option for him. She was sweet and innocent. She was too smart to even consider falling for a guy like him. Plus, she already had one of those Leave it to Beaver boyfriends. Actually, when Jess thought about it, Rory's entire life so closely resembled something you could watch on Nick at Nite it was scary. Jess's life, on the other hand, you could find on HBO. He was sarcastic, a wise ass. He smoked and got into fights. He would ruin her happy sitcom life.

Impossible.

But, God, she's beautiful.

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Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman. Maybe he won't find out what I know. You were the last good thing about this part of town.

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A/N: Yeah, in case you didn't figure it out the italics are thoughts. Sorry this chapter was so short and most of it was from the show. The next chapter is written and all original and I'll post it as soon as I'm sure this one is all up and running. Also the lyrics as the end are fromGrandtheft Autumn/Where is Your Boy by Fall Out Boy.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do NOT own Jess...or Rory...or Kirk for that matter...