A/N- Hi everyone! Sorry, due to a screw up of mine some of you (those who had responded to those announcements I had posted before) probably weren't able to review the last few chapters. If that's the case for anyone, please just add your reviews for those chapters (if you want to review them) to whatever you review for this chapter. This one should be able to be reviewed by everyone. As is obvious due to your ability to read, this is Chapter 99. So Chapter 100 is next. Which is kind of mind-blowing to me. It's been amazing, guys. Thanks so much for continuing to stick with me through this and I hope you keep following this story for the next hundred chapters and the however many happen after that :) I'll probably say something similar when I post 100, but I felt like saying it now too.

Please read and review, also feel free to favorite if you're a loyal reader and you haven't already! Those always make me so happy to see. And feel free to message me as well, people have started to do that more often now and I couldn't be happier to talk to you guys and to have awesome (frenz? franz? peeps? no clue) to talk to. I do not own Gilmore Girls but today I almost became the owner of a package of twelve strawberry frosted doughnuts, so I feel like the transformation into Lorelai Gilmore is rapidly becoming complete.


Chapter 99

"Jess! Where's my copy of that Anne Sexton biography?"

"You really think I stole that?" Jess asked her disbelievingly, as he shoved the rest of his things in a bag, "You know how I feel about poetry."

"I also know how you feel about biography," Rory pressed, her hands on her hips as she glared at him. After a moment he sighed in defeat.

"It's in my bag."

"Thief."

"It's not even technically yours!"

"Yet."

"What, are you gonna steal it from the public library?"

"No, you're buying me a copy."

"And what makes you think…"

"You stole it! If you're stealing my copy you have to provide me with a new one."

"Your logic hasn't become any more logical since you were an illogical teenager," Jess teased her, taking the book out of his bag and tossing it to Rory. "Fine, you can have it on the drive, but then I get it during the weekend while you and Lorelai come back here. And then we'll search the bookstores when you get back."

"But…"

"Most of our books are here now! I'm going to die of boredom. And god knows all you and your mother are gonna do is watch movies and mock me," Jess rolled his eyes and Rory laughed.

"Alright, fair point. As long as you keep your word about the bookstore trip."

"You really think I'd bail on a bookstore?"

"Well, you have for the last four weekends."

"We've been busy!"

"A month, Jess. I'm going to die of literary starvation."

"Well, it is the man's job to make sure his woman is well-fed."

"This metaphor's getting weird."

"I agree. Let's slaughter it."

"You're awful."

"And you love me," Jess kissed Rory on the cheek, "But yes, we will spend an entire day browsing bookstores next weekend."

"You say that like it's a lot of time."

"It is!"

"Not for bookstores," Rory raised an eyebrow. Jess sighed.

"True," he conceded, "Maybe we should factor it in more often."

"As in…weekly?"

"I was thinking monthly."

"But…"

"Bi-weekly. That's my final offer."

"Add your Kerouac-Ginsberg letters for a week and it's a deal."

"You drive a hard bargain," he smirked, grabbing the second book off of the shelf and passing it to her, "You're just lucky you're beautiful."

"No, I'm lucky the love potion worked," she grinned, leaning over and kissing him quickly, "Now we gotta go or we'll never make it by dinner."

"Remind me again how I convinced you to come with me up to Stars Hollow for the night when you and your mom have to come back in the morning and I'm staying there with Luke all weekend?"

"I think it went something like this…"

"Huh."

"Back to monosyllables? I guess I could say I made you speechless," Rory grinned an hour later as they finally picked up their things and headed out towards the car.

"I just thought the convincing involved more words than that. Or at least, a greater variety of them. Less spiritual references and exclamations…"

"Shut up," Rory hit his arm playfully as they climbed in, "Or else I'm gonna tell Mom that you stole Just Kids."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Have I not proven my evil-ness to you enough times already?"

"Evil-ness?" Jess cracked up, "Remind me not to sign you, ever. Your grasp of vocabulary is severely lacking."

"And your grasp on how to speak to your girlfriend is severely lacking."

"Girlfriend…"

"Yeah, pretty sure that's how I'm classified. Not that I'm great with vocabulary, but…" Rory stopped when she saw the expression on Jess' face, "What?"

"I just…nothing," he shrugged.

"No, what is it?"

"It sounds like a silly word for everything you are," he admitted, his eyes locking on hers. A blush crept up her cheeks.

"Jess…"

"Not that I mind it," he added, "I just…you're so much more than that."

"So what are you saying?"

"How does love-of-my-life-slash-most-annoying-infuriating-an d-devestatingly-gorgeous-woman-I've-ever-known-or- could-hope-to-know sound?"

"Like a great line for a book, but a little long for a title," Rory giggled, now unable to stop the grin from spreading across her face.

"Alright. I guess I'll have to settle for calling you my Rory then."

"You'll have to fight Mom on that one."

"So…"

"So I guess we'll have to wait until I come up with something better," Jess finished, raising his eyebrows. Rory looked at him curiously.

"You're not saying…"

"I'm not saying anything. I'm implying."

"But…"

"Relax," he smiled at her, "For now it's just the love of my life."

"Oh, thank god that's all," Rory rolled her eyes sarcastically, still grinning, "Well I certainly hope you aren't expecting me to keep calling you my boyfriend after that."

"I thought I was your gigolo."

"My Julia Roberts, actually."

"I was sort of hoping for an alternate title."

"How does love-of-my-life-slash-part-time-redeemed-hooker sound?"

"Like a pretty damn good movie."

"Your taste in movies is questionable at best."

"Almost Famous is a work of genius!"

"I was referring to Pretty Woman."