Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls, and that's all there is to it.

A/N: SORRY, I AM SO SORRY! I got totally stuck, and I didn't know what to write. But, I finally got this chapter out. I'm just warning you, It's REALLY fluffy. I just really needed the Literati fluff…I'm sorry if it was cheesy. Lol.

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"How am I supposed to know, Rory? I don't know, okay? We had our differences, but we loved each other. You know, we were together for a long time. Like you and Dean were. Remember Dean?"

But, it didn't look like she had heard anything, she was just blankly staring off into space.

She blinked for the first time in a long time. "L—Loved? You loved her?"

Jess groaned, as if he had just messed up big time. He collasped on his bed, rubbing his eyes tiredly. "I don't know." He said incoherently, grabbing a pillow and putting it over his face, and smothering himself in it.

Rory shook her head, "No. No, you don't. You said it, you said you loved her. You loved her? I mean, I knew that you guys were in a relationship, but I didn't it was as serious as love. Was it as serious as love?"

"Maybe." Rory narrowed her eyes on him, and he took the pillow off of his face. "Oh, Rory, I don't know. I just…I did. I'm not going to hide it, I loved her. And what's wrong with that? I think, I of all people, should be able to have loved somebody in his past. I didn't live with my mother the whole time I was growing up, I didn't spend every second with her. I had girlfriends."

Rory shrugged it off and sighed. "I know you had girlfriends…I just didn't--,"

"You didn't think of me having girlfriends…you completely ignored my past like it never happened."

"How can I ignore it if I don't know anything about it except that you lived in an apartment? Which is pretty damn obvious, because I don't think there's a house fifty miles from here!" Rory snapped.

"We're going to get into a fight about this?"

She rubbed her temples. "We shouldn't. I mean, I could imagine your head snapping off and burning like a steak all I want, but it won't do us any good."

"I don't think so." He smirked. "So, are we okay?"

Rory looked into the painting in the back of the wall, she bored her eyes into it until all the lights and colors had blurred. And then she noticed that that was how she saw Jess, a big blur. She knew nothing about him, so, she couldn't expect anything from him, or even know what was coming. And then she asked herself, was that the only reason that she was with him? Because he made things exciting? Even though she knew nothing about him at all?

"I—I need to know some things, Jess. I need to know—to know why I'm with you. It's impossible for me not to know anything about who you are, or what you will be. Because, I don't know your past and Ava does…she knows what your aspirations are and everything you were. You can't talk to me like you talk to Ava, you know, laughing about your past….Because we have no past, and I guess now, we have no future." She choked this out, stuttering after every word.

He sat up, staring at her intensly. "What?"

"I'm sorry."

"You're not sorry…because there's nothing to be sorry about. This is crazy, your crazy, and I don't think that your doing this because we don't know each other, you're scared."

"In every other situation I could say that was it, but I am so sure that this is not the case. I know nothing about you, and unless your able to open up to me and tell me things, this will never work. It won't because you're not honest…"

"Everything I say to you is true." He flinched.

Rory looked down at her feet, "Being truthful is not just telling half of the truth, I want to know the whole truth about you."

"I don't think it matters what I was in the past, we're in the present know, and all that matters is what we think of each other now."

"Well, I'm not sure of what I think of you right now, Jess."

She mustered up the strength to run into the bathroom and lock the door. And Jess was left behind, not understanding or believing anything that Rory had said. He ran the entire conversation through his mind, he couldn't stop. And that was how Ava found him, looking down at his bare feet, looking weird.

She closed the door behind her, making no noise at all. And then sat next to him, she could have sworn that he had jumped five feet in the air. When he realized it was her, it didn't get better, he just scooted over until they weren't even sitting next to each other anymore. "Jess?" She raised an eyebrow at him.

"I can't really talk right now, uhm, Ava."

"Why?.." She moved closer to him, and he moved farther from her. "I'm not trying to seduce you, Jess. I'm trying to talk to you. What's wrong? Why are you acting weird?"

He sighed. "Rory."

"Rory? Rory's making you act weird?"

"We got into a fight," Then, he groaned. "Ugh, there I go again! Telling you everything that's on my mind…and then I can't do that with Rory. Why can't I do that with Rory?"

"Jess, slow down, you can barely catch your breath."

"I'm not—I just have to figure this out by myself, okay?"

"No, not okay. I want to help you out with whatever you have to figure out. Because, we're friends, and I'm not going to let you push me away. I know you, Jess Mariano, and that's what you like to do best." Ava crossed her arms over her chest. "And yes, I'm being stubborn."

Jess smirked, "That you do best."

"Yes, I do. Now, please, tell me what's wrong."

"Rory and I got into a fight, and right now, she's locked herself in the bathroom."

"What'd you fight about?"

"Stupid things."

"You're the king of stupid things, so, I knew that part…but, I want some more specific information about your stupidity." Ava smiled, making him feel a small amount better. "Well?"

"She said she didn't know me, and that you knew better than her…because you knew my past. And a whole bunch of things of how I look at you. She's getting the wrong idea, we could never happen. Even in a backwards world…right?"

Ava gave him a reassuring, but shaky smile. Her eyes wandered all over the place, and he couldn't help but look. "Jess, I guess this wasn't the right thing to do…not at this point of your relationship."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about you bringing her to your ex-girlfriend's place to stay, doufus. You're exposing her to a whole new side of you, and your not even giving her details. It's typical you, but she doesn't know that."

"I'm not exposing her to a new side of me. I'm just giving her a place to sleep at."

Ava twitched her nose in a really cute way. "What do you like about her?"

"Are you saying that she's not likeable?"

"I'm asking you a question…"

"No, it's you being insecure. I remember you used to play this game all the time when I was living here and completely drunk. You would lean against the couch and then ask me in a really demanding way, 'What do you like about me?' It was like the beer was my truth potion."

"Well, you never did know what I put in your beer before I handed it over." She chuckled.

He smirked, "So, what are you playing at, Ava?"

"I just want to know…what gives you goosebumps about her?"

"I don't get goosebumps."

"Oh, don't give me that. You used that exact word one time I played the game."

"I was drunk."

"Well, we're doing it with you silver now."

Jess sighed, but looked straight at Ava. "She insists on me reading The Fountain Head, when she wears a tank-top, she crosses her arms over her chest because she's really shy about showing the dymples on her shoulders…the beautiful dymples that I like to trace my fingers on. She lets me play with her hair while she reads, but whines that I'm pulling too hard…and she—she kisses me, not to get something out of it, but to give me something tender to hold on to. And, she's got this incredible way of making me feel not like crap, after Luke's yelled at me just my flashing this really innocent smile. She's so pure, sometimes I think that it's a sin for me touch her."

Ava's face light up in this really smily way. She squealed, "Your in love! Aww, Jess and Rory sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G! It's so darn cute." She pinched his cheek, laughing.

"God, Ava, your starting to remind me of Lorelai…"

"Lorelai?"

Jess smirked, "Never mind." He sank his head into his hands, "God, you made me sound like a cliché idiot."

Ava looked around, as a door creaked open. "Well, darling, my work here is done."

"Huh?" Jess looked up, and saw a disheveled Rory peek out from the bathroom. Her eyes were red, she looked like she had been crying, and she couldn't stop running her hands over her eyes, trying to get all the tears out.

"I'll leave you two love birds alone." Ava hoppped up, and looked over to Rory. "Take care of him for me. He's a handful." Then, she walked out of the room, winking at Jess.

There was an awkward silence, when their eyes didn't even meet. "Rory?" He asked shyly.

"I'm fine…I just didn't like the picture of you and Ava together…it made me sick, actually. But, it's true what you said…it doesn't really matter what you were then, I'm getting to know you now, right?" Rory bit her lip, and he nodded smiling. "But, you will tell me…someday?"

"Someday." Jess nodded once again, feeling like an idiot just standing here.

"You old softie." Rory smiled, sniffling like crazy.

Jess rolled his eyes, "Now, you better not tell anyone anything I said."

"Scout's honor." She gave him a happy sigh.