A/N: My first Gilmore Girls Fanfic, definently Literiti. I know the title is chessy, but nothing else came to mind. Please review so I know whether to continue. Constructive, nice suggestions, are GREATLY appreciated. A little background info, Jess never came to Rory's dorm asking her to run away, he did how ever send her a copy of Subsect. It will probably have semi short chapter, I'm not into really long one, read and review!

Copyright: Lyrics are from "I Wonder" by Diffuser, and I own none of these amazing characters, don't sue me, they belong to some one else.

"... you wanted to talk so talk!" Rory told him aggravated. How dare he come back here, right when she was ready to move on!

"I...Rory," he tried to say. It took every ounce out of him to say the next words. "Rory, I love you."

Rory stood there dumbstruck. It was only when she heard his footsteps walk away did she snap out of her trance. He started towards his car.

"Jess," she said softly, "Jess!" she yelled as he turned the key in the ignition. "I love you too!" But it was too late, he had already driven away.

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Rory woke up one cold February morning. She stumbled to the bathroom and then out to her mini-kitchen in her minuscule apartment where she booted up her laptop and started a pot of coffee.

Lorelai Leigh Gilmore reached over to the TV and turned the news on. She crossed over to the counter and sat at her laptop logging into her blog.

"Rory, a blogger, who would have thunk it?" her mother remarked when Rory first told her. But Rory needed somewhere to empty herself, with her busy scheduleshe could never talk to her mom as much as she wanted, and she only got to see Lane on the weekends, she resorted to the internet, a place where she could just be herself. She didn't have to be top journalist Rory Gilmore, famous for her interesting and eloquently written articles online. The anonymity was what drew her to the internet, she could be herself.

"Here I am," her fingers typed gracefully. "A twenty-six year-old, not hideously deformed young woman all alone. I don't want to sound ungrateful, I mean as my mom says, I have arms and legs. And I don't want to be one of those unsatisfied people who always wants something more, when nothing can give them what they already have: Legs and Arms!" Rory smiled thinking of all the good times. "But I know there's something else. So here's to everyone who knows there's something else out there. Here's to all the people who are lucky to have experienced that electrifying love. I am glad to have experienced it, but now I know something's missing. I keep thinking of that one perfect year I had with him, I wish I could see him again. So here's to that something else out there. Happy Valentines Day, RG."

Rory signed off, and pulled out her work bag. She walked over to one of her several book cases. She pulled out The Subsect. It was her book Clash. She knew every word, and what exactly would come next. Rory had read it so much that almost all the juice had been sucked out of it. But there was one thing that always gave her a chill when she read it, a glimpse of that something else:

"To The Girl Who Hated Hemingway:

I'm sorry for everything, and I'll love you forever,

The Guy Who Looked It Up."

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Jess woke with a start. He rolled over to look at his alarm clock, groaned and got up.

This was the third time this week he had woken up early, not being able to sleep. He had no clue what it was, all he knew is how crazy it made him.

Groggily Jess entered his kitchen where there was a computer desk, a kitchen table covered in books and papers, a radio, and a coffee maker.

Jess stumbled to the sink; washing out a mug, he reached to turn on the radio.

"And I wonder if you ever think about me any more,

And I wonder if you ever thinks about me when your bored,

And I wonder if you ever thinks about me when you're hanging in New York."

Jess closed the microwave door, nuking a cup of coffee. He headed over and logged into his email on his computer. Jess groaned, another urgent message from his editor reminding him of an impending due date was all that filled his inbox.

"Because girl you mean so much to me,

I wish that we could start it over,

start it over.

I don't need your sympathy,

Your apologies."

Jess was seated at the table dazing into his cup of coffee, thinking about a somebody he often did during these early morning ventures.

"Still I'm staring in my coffee cup

it's 6 am

and I cannot give up."

Disgusted with himself, sitting there pining, Jess went across to the sink and turned off the radio with a shudder. He would make himself go back to sleep, but no way was he just going to sit there day dreaming of a girl he would never have another chance with. A thump hit his door. He went out and retrieved his newspaper. Looking for a familiar byline, Jess flopped on the couch. Settling into the cushions, he found what he was searching for and gave up on sleep. Only when he read the date at the top of the newspaper did he realize the day was Valentines Day.

He looked at her named and muttered "Happy Valentine's Day, Ror."