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Chapter 86
"We're not going to Philadelphia."
"What?" Jess looked at Rory as if she'd said that she was going vegetarian.
"We're going to Boston."
"Okay, do you really think we need to include Christopher in our trip of…"
"It's not for him," she said, the last word dripping with disdain, "I need to talk to Paris."
"Okay, now I'm actually stumped," Jess scoffed, "Why do you need to see Paris?"
"Doyle has a lot of newspaper contacts, and I actually cut off a lot of my resources back in college by burning a pretty long bridge."
"The douchebag?"
"That's the one."
"How?"
"His dad owns around half of the publishing world. Not something I want to dwell on. Point is, if I'm going to get a job in that field, I need to talk to Paris and come up with a plan. See what she thinks of. She's crazy but beyond efficient."
"I can imagine," Jess nodded, remembering their one literary discussion, "Alright. Boston it is. As long as we're back by Monday."
"That won't be a problem," Rory nodded, "She said she was going to kick us out by then anyway because we'll be disrupting her regular routine if we stay any longer."
"She's a doctor, right?"
"Surgeon, but yes."
"Can't she just prescribe herself some Prozac?"
"You like Paris," Rory batted her eyes, "Remember the Jane Austen and Bukowski discussion?"
"We do have more to talk about than I tend to with most people," Jess admitted, "But really, she's crazy."
"Which is why she hates the Bell Jar. Too close to home," Rory smirked, "Oh, by the way, Doyle may or may not be there. He's out of town but he doesn't know yet if he's coming back Saturday or Sunday."
"And Doyle is her boyfriend?"
"Fiance, last time I checked," Rory answered, "But I never heard anything about a wedding."
"Maybe you weren't invited," Jess teased.
"Sure, like Paris could find another maid of honor," Rory grinned, "I mean, I love the girl, but she's not the best at being friendly."
"That's like saying you aren't the best at eating healthy. Or Luke's not the best at communication. Or Lorelai's not the best at getting along with parents."
"Wow, you really make us all sound like we have a lot of issues," Rory smirked, "You're definitely the best at analyzing others while pointedly refusing to analyze yourself."
"Do you have some witty title to ascribe to me?"
"You're not the best at being simple."
"I don't know if that's witty or even true."
"Well now you have something to think about on the drive."
"Was the third stop really necessary?"
Rory stopped in her tracks and turned to glare at Jess. "Donuts are always necessary. You can't just pass a Krispy Kreme, Jess. That's like ignoring fate."
"I'm assuming you're not supposed to ignore fate?"
"Unless you want karma to smite you."
"I think you're confusing your religious references here."
"Or to be crucified by your bad chi."
"Thank God you aren't a church person, I'm pretty sure you'd get kicked out immediately."
"Like you wouldn't."
"Of course I wouldn't. They wouldn't let me in in the first place. God knows better."
Rory grinned at him and leaned over as the car came to a stop, gently kissing him. They fell into the moment, completely losing themselves in the feeling of skin against skin and the passion that just seemed to permanently surround them when they were together. A moment later they heard a very loud banging.
"Paris?" Rory screetched, quickly rolling down her window.
"Are you lovebirds through? Or do you have a mating call you can sound so that the entire neighborhood can be aware of your patterns and rituals?"
"Hello to you too," Rory grinned, pulling her door open as Paris backed up. When she got out of the car, she enveloped the blonde girl in a tight hug. "How have you been?"
"Busy, busy, and more busy," Paris answered, "And Doyle's getting on my nerves."
"And Doyle is?"
"My husband. Hi, Jess," Paris answered offhandedly. Rory turned to Jess with shocked, wide-eyes.
"Husband? You got married?"
"Courthouse. No one was there," Paris answered, "Trust me, if I were one for the whole wedding thing, you would've been around, but we just figured it was easier this way."
"How long ago…"
"A year. Can we go inside? I need to put away some things and we can do the whole talk-about-our-lives-or-whatever-the-hell-it-is-yo u-need-help-with thing just as easily under a roof."
"Got it," Rory nodded. Jess walked over to the trunk and grabbed their bags. Rory smiled at him gratefully as they walked toward the apartment building in front of them.
"I wonder what the judge thought of her," Jess mumbled to Rory as they followed behind Paris.
"I'd be more interested to see what she thought of Doyle."
"Probably considered a court-ordered psych eval." Jess smirked at Rory and she smiled at him, holding back laughter as they walked into Paris' apartment.
