Oh boy, I never expected to get that many reviews, I mean I was grinning like a maniac all day, you guys are amazing, seriously you rock, my mother ( I stayed at my parents´ this weekend) actually came running when she heard me squeal because she thought something had happened to me. THANK YOU SO MUCH!

I didn't want to offend anyone with the way I made Rory and Jess meet, but I wanted to create a different world, also I'd like to mention that I don't encourage drinking or anything like that but it just fit and since I stopped being a teenager some time ago, I didn't think of it. Oh yeah, I don't own the Violent Femmes, but I love them! This chapter was supposed to be up days ago, but ff . net didn´t let me upload a new document!

Rory's POV:

When I'm out walking I strut my stuff yeah I'm so strung out
I'm high as a kite I just might stop to check you out
let me go on like I blister in the sun
let me go on big hands I know your the one
body and beats I stain my sheets I don't even know why
my girlfriend she's at the end she is starting to cry
let me go on like I blister in the sun
let me go on big hands I know your the one...

I shot up from sleep and took in my surroundings. I lazily turned around once more, trying to drift off again, no such luck. The Violent Femmes were making it impossible to go back to sleep and the volume didn't help either. I sighed, got up and walked out of my room into the common room. Yawning I entered the kitchen, dropping down on the nearest chair.

"Please, Lane, do you want to kill me? Blister in the sun is like the coolest song ever, but did you have to turn it up so loudly?"

"You know, I blame the early morning that you mistook me for Lane, otherwise my male pride might really be damaged." I looked up, surprised to see Dave sitting in front of me, eating a bagel. My eyes lit up, I liked having him around. He was just as Lane part of Stars Hollow.

"Hey, Dave, sorry I didn't see you there. Where's Lane?" I scanned the room, looking for my best friend.

"Still asleep, I let myself in, and I figured waking up to the Violent Femmes would be cool." I stared at his shirt: rock ´n´ roll, baby! He definitely lived by this motto.

He pointed to the common room where the remains of last night were still clearly visible.

"Girls night?" he asked knowingly. I just nodded, still not able to control my bodily functions.

He raised an eyebrow, turning white.

"I didn't do anything, did I?" I laughed despite my tiredness.

"What makes you think you did anything?" he shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, you had a girl's night, you ate unbelievable amounts of junk food and Lane's still asleep, she's not avoiding me, is she?" I smiled at how madly he still was in love with her, after all these years of the two being a couple.

"No, Dave, you didn't do anything, at least not that I know of, and she's not avoiding you, she just has a slightly higher tolerance level for blasting music." I chuckled as Dave sighed relieved.

"But" I continued "I broke up with Logan." Dave eyed me curiously and said something under his breath that nearly sounded like "finally".

"You okay?" I nodded.

"Don't act too upset, I know, you never really warmed up to him anyhow!" Dave chuckled.

"You want me to beat him up or something, not that I'd be capable of doing so, but just so you know, the offer stands. Ah the things I'd do for you." He sighed dramatically.

"Thanks, maybe I'll take you up on it later." Dave's eyes went wide.

"Does he work out?" I paused, I didn't really know the answer, I didn't know if Logan worked out; what did I know about him anyhow? I shook my head.

"I don't know really." And if Dave thought this was weird, he didn't let it show and I was glad for it. Lane took this as her sign to appear; she was the total opposite of me, she came dancing in the room, singing at the top of her lungs along with the Violent Femmes. She spotted Dave and came over to give him a quick kiss on the lips. Dave chuckled.

"Boy, I am so glad you're not the one for the vocals in our band, we'd suck big time." Lane slapped him lightly on the back and swirled around.

"You love me anyhow!" Dave smiled and nodded.

"What can I say? You caught me." She sat down next to me and took a bagel out of the basket. She took a bite and directed her attention to me.

"So? Read anything good lately?" she chuckled as I shot her a mean glance. Dave looked confused.

"Did I miss something?" I shrugged my shoulders and took a bagel myself and dipped it in my coffee.

"Rory's got a new male friend." Lane sang and I got smaller in my seat, after all these years still not comfortable with her openness. Dave protested:

"Hey, that's not fair, don't get me all started and then back off!"

"Dirty!" Lane and I exclaimed at the same time and continued eating.

Dave shook his head defeated and occupied himself with his breakfast.

After a while of comfortable silence I got up to get ready.

I walked into the library and took in the scent of the books. I took a deep breath, enjoying the fact that there were almost no students in here, after all it was Saturday. I subconsciously scanned my surrounding, hoping in the back of my mind to get a glimpse of dark hair. I had no idea why I even expected him to be here, but something about the book he had given me last night, made it all possible. I retreated to the back, ready to read for hours, ready to disappear into the world of images and possibilities. Maybe I tried too hard to concentrate, but I didn't understand a word of what I had been reading during the last hour and half. My mind drifted off ever so often to the mysterious guy that called Hemingway his favourite author. Well at least he had one. I finally was able to concentrate when something else caught my attention. A scent. A familiar one. A scent that gave me shivers and made my hair stand up on the back of my neck. I felt like an animal as I tried to sharpen my senses. The feeling got unbearable as I sensed the source of the feeling coming closer. I could hear footstepsin the bigroomme that abruptly stopped right behind me; I was too shaken to turn around. I could feel someone breathing, tickling my neck as I heard the voice in my ear; actually I felt it more than I heard it.

"Fancy meeting you here, Rory Gilmore!" whispered the deep voice. I turned around, hoping that my face wouldn't betray me.

"I can say the same about you, Jess Mariano." He chuckled.

"Yeah, I know, I don't strike as the person who spends his weekend in the library, but I can't help it. It keeps calling my name." I smiled at this. He continued when I wouldn't answer.

"This is where I went first when got to Yale, I wanted to know if all those stories about the famous Yale library were true, as it turned out they were." His voice was sober, touching, only above a whisper.

"I know what you mean." My voice was barely audible.

He sat down next to me, his eyes still on the shelves as if he was marking his territory.

I stared at him in awe, as I took in his facial features. His well defined cheek bones, his slightly crooked nose, his bottom lip that he seemed to have no control of.

"You know." His voice startled me. "It's impolite to stare."

I blushed.

"I ...I didn't stare, I was just you know, listening to what you had to say. It was nice." I added silently.

"It's okay, I know I'm irresistible." He smirked at me, raising an eye brow.

"Man, you're so full of yourself." I replied not really knowing how to take his statement.

"Well, only way to survive, isn't it?" this reply made me wanna know what he had been through, what had made him the man he was now. Our eyes locked, but only for about a second because I broke the contact, fearing what he might see in my eyes. I looked down at my hands.

"So, Hemmingway?" I asked in a fake disgusting voice.

"Yep, Hemingway, you don't sound too fond of him." I grinned.

"Well, thanks to him I've had a great night's sleep." His head shot up as it started to dawn on him what I had implied.

"Come on you've got to be kidding me, he's a genius. A Farewell to Arms?"

"About an indifferent universe and man's struggle against it. Fairly depressing if you ask me."

"The old man and the sea?" Jess continued with wide eyes.

""Fish, I love you and respect you very much. But I will kill you dead before this day ends. Please!" I quoted and settled back, enjoying my triumph. Jess looked at me astounded.

"For whom the bells toll?"

"Rapture, war, love. Too clichéd." Jess leaned back in his seat, still not believing his ears apparently.

"Hemingway won the Nobel price." He exclaimed, trying to make a point.

"Since when does winning an award make a person a genius?" I shot back, not willing to lose this battle. He held up his hands in surrender and smiled at me.

"You've read his books!" a statement.

"Of course, how could I not like him if I didn't read his work?" Jess chuckled.

"Rory Gilmore, you are one of a kind." I leaned forward, whispering.

"I take that as a compliment." Jess smiled at me and leaned forward as well.

We stared at each other, forgetting all around us. I couldn't help wonder what if?

I felt his breath on my face and I welcomed the feeling. Someone in the library shut a book with a loud thud and I came back to reality. I sat up straight again and let out a deep breath.

"So, Ayn Rand, huh?" I didn't know what else there was to say.

He sat back as well and sighed.

"That woman is a nut head, seriously had she been high while writing her books? It's like bla bla bla bla … some verbs I understand here and there and that's it." I chuckled.

"That's coming from a guy who worships Hemingway. Ts ts ts." I made a condescending noise with my tongue hoping he'd get the sarcasm behind it.

"So, you've read her books as well?" when I was about to answer, he cut me off.

"Of course you have!" I chuckled, signalising him that he had been right indeed.

"So, care to fill me in?" and with that I ran off, searching for her books.

The next two hours or so, we spent discussing Atlas Shrugged, going over all the little details that seemed to be important or at least that's what I thought. Jess would groan ever so often, rolling his eyes occasionally, making me laugh at the same time. I had fun, no I was enjoying myself immensely, I enjoyed being with him, having a conversation with him that went beyond planning the next party or arguing about who had to be the designated driver.

When we had finally finished going through every chapter, I leaned back, exhausted, looking at the pile of paper Jess had in front of him.

"Man, from all this information I could easily write a whole book on Ayn Rand and her weird way of thinking!" I was satisfied with myself and grinned happily. Jess looked at his watch, tensing up.

"So, I probably should get going, I mean I still have to write that essay." I tired to mask my disappointment.

"Yeah, probably." He got up and gathered his things.

"You know, I have a confession to make." He had a girlfriend, I was sure that he was about to tell me about his beautiful wife, his kids and his golden retriever. Not to mention the white fence around his family house.

"Okay." I swallowed.

"I knew that you had read Ayn Rand, I saw all of her books in your room, I just needed a reason to contact you." I let out a relieved sigh and was pleasantly surprised when I felt his lips on my cheek. Warm, burning a whole in my skin; it took all my self control not to grab him and kiss him with all force.

"I never thought I'd say that, but I had fun. I owe you big time, Rory Gilmore." He whispered in my ear and I shivered involuntarily. I couldn't stop grinning and when he made his way through the library towards the exit I called out his name.

"Jess!" he turned around, ignoring the angry stares from the other students.

"Yeah?" I didn't know what had gotten to me.

"Do you work out?"

I thought this would be a good place to stop. Please review and tell me what you think. I don't want to rush into things; I want them to build a relationship that is based on more than just sexual attraction!