Thank you so much for your kind words, it made my day really. Anyhow as I have promised PamHalliwell, this chapter is dedicated to her. Thank you all guys, you are awesome!

I forgot the disclaimer the last time: no, I don't own them, never have, never will….

Rating: T may go up though, since I'm writing an adult fic, well, that's what I keep telling myself at least!

Rory's POV:

We were sitting in the Gilmore's dining room, unidentified stuff on my plate. I tried my best just to swallow the food, but not chew it at the same time, which appeared to be quite difficult as I started choking for the third time. My mom laughed, my grandparents eyed me curiously.

"Rory, really, you should take smaller bites." My grandfather told me.

"I can't help it, I'm super hungry today, and this" I gesticulated on my plate, "tastes delicious."

"I'm glad you like it, I was sceptical at first, but then my new cook convinced me to try brain." I heard my mom take in a deep breath, soon followed by a spitting sound.

"And on that note, I'm not hungry anymore." My mom looked disgusted on her plate and seemed to be getting sick.

"Lorelai, really! You act like a five year old. Just eat up please, as Rory said this is delicious!"

My mom's eyes went wide.

"Yeah, right, I want you to mention that in my eulogy; because I think I'm gonna die from this. I heard mad cow disease is really big in Europe." I chuckled and pushed my plate away from me.

"Mom, read a paper, it's the bird flu, mad cow disease is so last season." My mom gasped.

"I had chicken last night, why didn't I know about that." She placed her hand on her forehead, sighing dramatically.

"I think, I'm burning up, I have a very high fever!"

"Lorelai, this is enough, I want us all to enjoy this night, it seems like ages since we've had dinner together." I rolled my eyes discretely.

"Grandma, we had dinner last Friday, it's not that long time ago."

My mom mumbled under her breath something a long the line:

"And this is the last time, I swear, you wanna kill me."

Grandma ignored her and turned her attention to me.

"So, Rory!" my head shot up.

"Yes, grandma?" her eyes lit up.

"How is Yale?"

"Good, same old, they sure teach me a lot." I felt like this was not the answer my grandmother had been hoping to get.

"So, you have any male friends?" I swallowed thinking of Jess and the recent events. I felt my cheeks burning. I wouldn't be lying if I told her no, right? I mean, Jess was not really my friend.

"Well, no, not really. I mean, I know a couple of guys who I study with, but no, no male friends at all." My mom eyed me curiously as she scanned my blushing face.

She mouthed silently: "we talk about this later!"

"That's just wrong, Rory. When was the last time you went out on a date?" I blushed again, harder this time.

"Grandma, I'm not really comfortable talking about this, I mean, it's not that I don't date, it's just …" Grandma nodded angrily.

"It's just that you don't wanna share it with us!" my mom took this as her sign to butter in.

"So, mom, brain, huh? Delicious!" when Grandma ignored her once again, she continued.

"Should I dye my hair? I hear green is the colour of the month. Wouldn't it bring out my eyes?"

"Lorelai, grow up, please, you're making a fool of yourself." Mom looked at me apologetically and shut up, finishing her wine with a large gulp. I was on my own in this.

"No, grandma, it's not like I don't share things with you, is it? I came here for the last six, what seven years and I shared everything with you. I'm a grown woman; I can handle things on my own." Grandma sighed.

"Fine, be that way, sorry that I'm interested in my granddaughter's life."

The rest of the dinner there was an awkward silence around us, and as my mom and I finally closed the door behind us, I let out a frustrated and at the same time relieved sigh.

"So, Rory, that was….nice." Mom slapped my back proudly and went to her car. She turned around.

"See ya at home, hon?" I nodded.

"Yep, there's something I have to tell you, but I have to get back to school tonight."

When I pushed open the door to the house, I smelt food. Chinese food to be more exact.

When my mom spotted me she exclaimed.

"I can't believe they made us eat brain, I mean hello? Is she insane? It's like this whole liver thing all over again, but only... worse."

I plopped down next to her on the couch.

"So, you wanna tell me why you blew up at grandma like that?" something inside of me snapped, I needed to get it in the open.

"I slept with a guy." Simple statement.

"Huh! Segue's not your thing, huh?" I blushed.

"You wanna hear about it? And you have to promise me not to say a thing until I'm finished."

She just stared.

"Mom!" no answer, so I tried again.

"MOM!" I exclaimed and this seemed to shake her up.

"Yes, I'm here and yes I wanna hear all about it, well maybe not all, but you know the basics, no details though." She rambled. Like mother like daughter. I laughed.

"You promise to let me finish? No kissing noises, no whatsoever?" she nodded and bit her lip.

"okay, so I was at some bar with Logan, and we got into a huge fight, I don't know, I guess, I was getting fed up with his non-stop partying, with this not taking me seriously thing, so I kinda broke it up with him." I swallowed; it was actually for the first time I confessed this to anyone, not even Lane I realized in horror. It felt good saying it out loud.

As I retold mom the story of Jess, my smile grew bigger and finally had reached my eyes when I was telling her about our coffee date. When I was finished, I looked at my mom with expecting eyes, ready to be judged. Mom smiled at me, a real smile, making her eyes seem nearly light blue.

"Dirty!" was all she said, then she tackled me on the ground, squealing ever so often. My mom was weird and I loved her for it.

When we both were out of breath, we sat back on the couch, breathing deeply.

"So, what now?" the question I had feared the most.

"I don't know, I just wanna see what's gonna happen, you know the whole living in the moment thing, and I don't really know him all that well, he could be a total jerk as far as I know." Mom smiled a knowing smile.

"Well, I mean, he seems to be good at least at one thing." I cracked, the whole bizarre situation suddenly felt even more bizarre. I burst out laughing and soon my mom was joining me.

When I got to my apartment that night, Lane was already waiting for me, holding a small package.

I eyed her questioningly and was about to ask her what she was holding, but she beat me to it.

"The guy, Jess dropped this off for you earlier. Anything you wanna tell me?" I shook my head and took the package out of her hand. A small note was attached to it.

I have noticed you didn't have any of his books, I figured you might enjoy him, he's my favourite. Talk to you later hopefully, Jess.

P.S. any chance you have read Ayn Rand? I have an essay due and I can't figure out what the hell she is talking about.

I clutched the book tightly to my chest and went to my room; I turned around once again, saying over my shoulder:

"Lane? I broke up with Logan by the way." I heard her squeal and suddenly I was pushed on the couch, followed by several bags of chips and red vines.

I locked eyes with her and we exclaimed at the same time:

"GIRLS NIGHT!"

Sorry for the lack of Jess, but I promise the next chapter will have tons of Jess/Rory goodness! REVIEW PLEASE, seriously I need to know what you think. I'm a little insecure about the whole story and I just want to know if you're still reading this. I haven't gotten many reviews yet and it makes me wonder! Thanks for reading!