Author's Note: Hey guys, I'm back in business! This story is the sequel to my first Literati fic, Hold It Together. The shit is going to hit the fan. Hope you guys like it. By the way.. it may be a little bit of time between updates, since school is back in session. So, bare with me.

Disclaimer: So, this is me, disclaiming. Everyone already knows that none of these characters are mine. Anything you recognize comes from the fabulous mind of Amy Sherman-Palladino & the rest of the staff that works on this wonderful show. Any new characters that you may see, not sure if there will be any yet, those are mine. So .. ENJOY!

Chapter One: The Lorelais Plan For The Future, And Then Some

"So, here's what I was thinking." Lorelai was speaking quickly, rushing back and forth through her kitchen. Rory was sitting at the table, sifting through what seemed like hundreds of papers, all covered in wedding details. "White lilies in the bouquets. Simple and beautiful. What do you think?" She shot Rory a look of concern, hoping to God that she would agree with her.

"I like it. Lilies are pretty."

"Pretty? I don't want pretty. I want perfect. I want fabulous."

"Lilies are perfectly fabulous."

"Nice." Lorelai threw the piece of paper that she was holding in her hand onto the table and rushed out of the kitchen. The other papers on the table flew up in the air, some landing on the floor. Rory bent down to pick them up and heard her mother's voice coming from the living room. "I'm going out, sweets," she started, "Luke and I have lunch reservations at two oclock in Hartford. Then we're stopping by Grandma's so that I can pick up the sweater that I left at her house the other night. Then," she said, almost out of breath, " We're stopping in at the hall to finalize a couple of things for the wedding." "

"You sure are getting a jump on things," Rory started, "the wedding's not until December."

I know. But knowing myself, I'm just going to leave everything until the last minute. So I'm doing it now, then I won't have to worry about it." she was practically out of breath."Do you need me to get you anything while I'm out?"

"You mean you don't have enough to do already?" Rory yelled back at her.

"You're an angel. I'll be back before dinner. I think." Lorelai kissed Rory on the forhead and walked out the door.

Rory heard Lorelai close the door behind her. She started to organize the papers on the table, but gave up half way in. She rose from her chair and walked toward her room. It was still all the same. It didn't matter that she'd gone off to college. It didn't matter that her mother had been engaged for three months. She knew for a fact, her room would never change.

At least not until Lorelai and Luke moved out.

Rory walked over and flopped onto her bed. Her sheets smelled like the spring scented detergent her mother had been buying for years. Familiar smells always made Rory feel more at home. As she rolled around in her bed, she began to think about her third year of college starting up again. Yale had become her second home, but it would be different this year. Her and her mother were the best of friends again. Now it seemed like she was leaving everything behind. Her mother, Luke, Jess. She'd moved back to school twice already, but for some reason, it was different this time. Yes, Paris would still be there, but so would Logan. She hadn't spoken to him since that day at her grandparents' house whe she told him that she was still in love with Jess. She tried to call him over and over, but he was obviously avoiding her. And he had every right to. She knew that she treated him like crap, and she didn't expect an apology to come out of her numerous calling. She actually didn't know what she expected. All she knew was she needed to talk to him.

Rory's thoughts of Logan and Yale were interrupted by a redundant knocking on the front door. She quickly rose from her bed and walked over to the double doors. She saw Jess's shilouette through the glass. She swung the door open, and he quickly swept her up into his embrace. He kissed her sweetly, and leaned his head back without letting go of her waist. "Hi," he said, and smiled.

"Hi." She wiggled out of his arms and lead him into the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water, slowly untwisting the cap. "So, how was your weekend? Do anything interesting?"

"Oh, let me tell you," Jess started. "Update: My mother's still crazy and T.J. still gets on my nerves" Jess raised his arm and began to scratch his head. "I don't even remember why I went to visit them." Jess walked over to Rory, and kissed her cheek, "I missed you."

"I missed you too." Rory said, pulling away from him. She walked over to the tiny kitchen table, pulled out a chair, and sat. She started to fiddle with the cap of her water bottle.

Rory saw Jess looking at her oddly. "What?"

"Are you okay?" he said with a smirk on his face.

"What? Yeah, why?" she said, almost sounding guilty.

Jess raised his hands and shrugged, "Just asking." he scuffed his feet along the floor and walked over to the kitchen table. He unzipped his sweatshirt and took it off, laying it on the back of a chair. He leaned over to Rory and took the bottle of water out of her hand, placing it on the kitchen table top. Rory looked up at him. "Where's your mom?" he asked, intertwining his fingers with hers.

"Her and Luke went to Hartford for the day." she said, trying not to smile.

Jess lowered his lips and kissed her gently, then more passionately. He ran his hands through her long, brown hair, then down to the small of her back. He pulled her in close to him, breathing long, hot breaths into her mouth. He pulled back and looked down at her. "So, what do you want to do today?"

Rory smiled and took his hand, leading him into her room. She closed the door, locking the knob. This year's going to be fine, she thought, just fine.

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"Lucassssssssssssssss! Come on! Hurry up!." Lorelai and Luke were walking down a crowded street in Hartford, on their way to the restaurant. Lorelai's pace was rushed, and Luke was manifestly falling behind. He became sick of being so far behind Lorelai that he sprinted up to her.

"Why are you walking so damn fast?" he asked, almost out of breath.

"Oh," she started, waving her had in the air in a passive manner, "you're such a wimp. This isn't fast, this is normal walking speed. Back in my day, we used to walk twenty miles and hour just to get to school. I lived forty-five miles away, and it took me fifteen minutes to walk there."

"Uh huh," Luke said, sarcastically. He watched his crazy girlfriend.. fiancé. They'd been engaged for almost three months, and he still wasn't used to the word. A December wedding was what she'd wanted her whole life. She wanted a light sprinkle of snow on the ground, she wanted the magic of the holiday season to be in the air. She loved that darn snow, and she was determined to have it surrounding their wedding day.

When they finally got to the front door of the restaurant, Lorelai took Luke's hand and kissed him. "I love you so much." she said softly in his ear. Luke simply smiled at her, and she knew he loved her too.