Disclaimer: I own a computer. I own a backpack. I own 3 highlighters, in the words of Rory Gilmore, "One gets lost, one dries up, I have one left." Yeah. That pretty much sums it up. Wait. I don't even own the computer. I'm a fifteen year old girl who aspires to become a psychiatrist but meanwhile I'm content with writing fanfiction. So. Amy Sherman-Palladino owns Gilmore Girls. Not me. I also don't own Rent. And I'm not entirely sure who does. Sorry.

A/N: Yay! Another chapter! Who else is proud of me? I will, I repeat, WILL update Alone soon. It's just, I feel kind of like I've hit a rut. If anybody has any ideas, your comments would be highly appreciated. And you might recognize a couple of lines borrowed, not stolen, from Rent. I'm not following the plotline or anything, I just like a lot of the lines. Aaaaand here we go!

Chapter Two: Light my Candle

Knock, knock.

Jess grumbled his way from the torn up couch Tristan and him had found before Tristan moved out, his breath making clouds in the air. He was freezing, and he had developed a little nest of blankets on the sofa with a worn copy of Oliver Twist.

Opening the door, he was surprised to see a thin, pretty brunette girl with bright blue eyes leaning against the door frame.

"Gotta light?" she said, holding up a white candle.

"I know you," he said, then laughed, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her toward him, kissing her on the lips softly. "I haven't seen you in a while, 'Ror."

"Had some extra shifts at the Club that I needed to take to make up for being sick last week. Didn't get in until-"

Rory suddenly bent over, coughing and trying to catch her breath.

"And you're obviously better now," Jess said sarcastically as concern flittered over his face. He led her to the couch and draped a blanket over her.

"I'm fine," she said, recovering from the coughing and trying to push the blanket off of her.

Jess thought quickly, and sat down on her lap, pinning her down to the couch.

"Jess! Get off!" She squirmed, knocking him off the couch.

"Merry Christmas to you too, Rory," Jess said, laughing and pulling her down with him.

"It's not Christmas."

"Eve."

"Oh."

And that's where they were two hours later, curled up on the floor with a blanket covering them and Jess reading aloud from Oliver Twist.

They were interrupted when another loud knock sounded through the cold apartment. Jess started to get up to answer it but Rory pulled him back down.

"It's probably Madeline. I'll get it."

Rory stood up, taking the blanket with her, leaving Jess on the floor complaining about the sudden cold but Rory just turned around and stuck her tongue out at him.

Making her way toward the doors, the knocking continued.

"Hold on, God."

She pulled open the door to come face to face with an older woman with red hair.

"Rory," she said coldly.

Rory stuttered for a second, wrapping the blanket around her, "Grandma?"

Mimi-

Do you go to the Cat Scratch Club?

That's where I work - I dance - help me look

Roger-

Yes!

They used to tie you up –

Mimi-

It's a living.

-Light my Candle, "Rent"

A/N: Ha! I did it! I wrote another chapter! I know it's short, though, sorry. I'll aspire to longer chapters later. Thanks to my reviewers!

Sanfrangiantsfan, pam halliwell, LitGG1982, music4mysoul, lollysamantha, xxxLotxxx, miloluver, lora, milovroxmysox, gottalovethegilmores, eternalgorithm.

Pam Halliwell: You should go see the movie or the play! It's my favorite movie now!

Music4mysoul: I couldn't remember Dave's name so I decided to take Seth's name on the OC because Adam Brody plays both and also Cohen was Mark's last name in Rent.

Lollysamantha: My favorite character is definitely either Mark or Angel. I loooooove Angel and Mark is just awesome. My favorite song is either La vie Boheme or I'll Cover You.

Milovroxmysox: I'm actually thinking about being a psychiatrist for either children or the criminally insane. Two completely different categories.