"Why did I agree to this?" Jess asked Rory the following Friday as she sat on the bed watching him.

"Because you love?" Rory offered.

"Are you sure it's not because I'm suicidal?" Jess asked.

"Mom did suggest last week that you could do a Sylvia Plath and stick your head in the oven." Rory suggested.

"There are quicker ways to go." Jess muttered as he continued to rifle through the closet which was half filled with Rory's clothes. "What am I supposed to wear?"

"Let me see." Rory suggested getting up.

"Be my guest."

Rory gave him a kiss.

"What was that for?" Jess asked.

"Being you." Rory replied. "And wear this." She handed him a pair of pants and a plain shirt. "Go make yourself pretty."

"You really are your mother's daughter." Jess rolled his eyes.

"And proud of it." Rory smiled.

"And what are you going to be doing while I'm in the bathroom?" Jess inquired.

"I have to change too."

"You look great as you are."

"Jess, I wore this to class this morning because it was comfortable. For dinner at my grandparents I have to wear a dress preferably, but a skirt will do. Since none of my appropriate dresses still fit, I have to wear one of my skirts that still do." Rory explained.

"Your family has high standards."

"No my grandparents have high standards." Rory corrected. "That comes with the money and being on the board for hundreds of charitable organisations. Mom's just happy with a Hey Kitty t-shirt."

"I've seen the rather large Hey Kitty she has. I'll be in the bathroom, yell if you need me."

"What exactly would I need you for?" Rory inquired.

"I'll leave that up to your imagination."

"I have a very active imagination." Rory pointed out.

"I'm sure you do."

When Jess came out of the bathroom dressed apart from his shoes he found Rory crawling around the floor.

"Umm, Ror, what are you doing?" Jess was a little confused.

"Looking for something."

"I got that. What?"

"My brown knee high boots I'm pretty sure I left there here."

"I haven't seen them." Jess replied. "Are you sure they're here?"

"I couldn't find them in my dorm room, and I'm pretty sure I left them here. Now I don't have anything to wear tonight." Rory burst into tears.

"Oh Ror." Jess sat down on the floor next to her and wrapped his arms around her and held her while she sobbed. "We'll figure something out."

"I need my boots."

"It's okay." He whispered. "It's okay."

"I should go and wash my face." Rory mumbled when she calmed down slightly.

"Okay." Jess kissed the top of her head.

When Rory locked the bathroom door, Jess grabbed the phone and dialled the Gilmore house.

"Hello." Lorelai answered.

"Lorelai it's Jess."

"You're not calling to back out of dinner are you?"

"No. Do you have a pair of brown knee high boots Rory could borrow? She thought they were here, but they could be at Yale and she wanted to wear them and then she started crying when she couldn't find them."

"That was hormones and I think the rambling thing is wearing off on you."

"Lorelai." Jess sighed.

"She wore the boots over here a couple of weeks ago and left them here and went home in a pair of sneakers." Lorelai explained.

"You have them?"

"Yes."

"Can you bring them over?" Jess asked.

"I was just about to leave when you called so I'll bring them with me."

"Thank you."

TBC