Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls

A/N: I hope the conversation between Jess and the publisher was realistice I've never published a book so I don't know what they'd say

"Hello" Jess answered his cell phone.

"Mr. Mariano I'm Jack Ringer from Random House Publishing Company I spoke with your agent earlier"

"My agent"

"Rory Gilmore"

"Oh"

"We'd like to publish your book Mr. Mariano"

"Really"

"Yes I read it personally it was very enjoyable"

"Uh thanks"

"For an excellent writer your verbal skills are minimal"

"Um"

"We'd need the rights to it"

"Oh uh ok"

"Did you sign a contract limiting you from selling rights to other publishing companies?"

"No"

"Good we'll talk to your partners at Truncheon and work on a deal"

"Great"

The line went dead.

"I'm gonna kill her" Jess fell backwards onto the bed.

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Rory Gilmore drew circles with her finger on the counter while reading a book. Jess was lecturing her about meddling. She finished the book and started to listen to what he was saying. She wasn't sure why he was angry. They liked the book why should he be mad.

"You know we're meddling in Luke and my mom's life"

"That's different they're meant for each other"

"And you're meant to be a writer"

"Silly me here I thought I was"

"Only 500 people have had the pleasure of reading your book maybe more if they shared."

"So it's indie"

"Yea but so was Napoleon Dynamite before everyone loved it and wanted to see it you have to give people a chance to fall in love with you put your movie in more theatres put your song on more radio stations"

"I feel like a sell out"

"Are they giving Truncheon money?"

"Yes"

"Are they asking you to change anything?"

"No"

"Then you're not a sell out"

"Thank you"

Jess put his hand over hers to get her to stop tapping nervously.

Rory slowly began to lean across the table. When she was about a quarter of an inch away from his face she got up and walked out of the diner. He stood there looking at the marks on the table where she had been running her slightly greasy fingers. He noticed that not all of them were circles. Most of them, actually, were hearts. He picked up her book that she had left there. It was a hardback one of the very few that she had. The cover said The Fountainhead but it was much too thick to be The Fountainhead. He picked it up and started reading. It was A Farewell to Arms.