A/N: Hope you all enjoy this little bit. This chapter and the subsequent two were all posted at the same time, so I guess I hope you like all of them. Please read/review, and follow/favorite if you're so inclined! I could definitely use more reviews now that I'm back to see if you guys like how things are going. Also, thanks to those who have reviewed/returned since I got back! I'm so glad to hear from you all again and I love writing for you just as much as you seem to enjoy reading.

As always I do not own Gilmore Girls or any of its characters or concepts (those belong to ASP) but I do own a very comfy blanket with which to have Gilmore Girls marathons.


Chapter 103

"Finally. Coming to collect?"

"If only," Rory sighed into the phone, "Mom wants me to stay the night planning. And maybe that way we won't have to come back next weekend?"

"Have to?" Jess chuckled in spite of his disappointment, "Are you implying that you're less than thrilled to spend as much time as possible in Stars Hollow? Or with your mother?"

"Of course not," Rory replied, her voice going low, "It's just now I kind of have a better offer."

Jess looked to his right, where Luke was sitting at the dining room table, going through some paperwork. "Well I can guarantee that offer doesn't have an expiration date."

"That's your idea of dirty talk? I'm severely disappointed."

"Guess you'll have to call an operator."

"It may come to that."

"I miss you," Jess said softly, shooting a quick glance at his uncle, "And if I get no sleep tonight, it's your fault."

"You mean when," Rory corrected, a smile flitting across her lips, "And I'll have to find a way to make it up to you. As long as you caffeinate me tomorrow when I'm the zombie from the dead."

"Wow, if that's your idea of…"

"Goodnight, Jess."

"Goodnight, Rory." He hung up the phone, trying to hide his grin. Luke looked at him knowingly.

"Rory?"

"Nope, Angela. She's my regular Saturday night, had to reschedule," Jess answered sarcastically, still grinning in spite of himself, "She was heartbroken."

"You've been spending too much time with the Gilmores," Luke shook his head, "So thanks for your help at the diner today."

"It's nothing," Jess shrugged, sitting down at the table, "I don't mind hanging around. And it's good that Rory's getting to see Lorelai so much."

"This coming from you?"

"You should have me committed."

"Don't think I haven't tried."

"Now look who's becoming a Gilmore."

"Hey, I'm marrying into it. You have no excuse."

Jess ducked his head and shoved another bite of pie in his mouth, avoiding Luke's gaze.

"I'm gonna head to bed early. I'll open tomorrow if you want."

"Jess…"

"Luke, Kirk spent an hour today asking me about the difference between our Western Omelette and our Fiesta Omelette. I'm tired."

"We don't sell a Fiesta Omelette."

"The precise reason for the exhaustion."

"Alright, fine," Luke said, "But I'll open tomorrow. You need to get some sleep."

"I'm not going to anyway," he mumbled to himself before rolling onto his side. Luke smiled in spite of himself. Jess in a tux, now that would be the day.

Rory walked back into the living room after hanging up the phone.

"Good conversation with Holden?"

"Yes, he said it's no problem if I'm late tomorrow as long as I look swell."

"How marvelous of him."

"Isn't he always?"

"So really, what are they up to tonight? Strip club? Vegas?"

"I have no idea. Plausible deniability."

"I taught you well."

"So which movies are we starting with?"

"Well The Wedding Planner was downright shameful, so that's a must. My Big Fat Greek Wedding is just cringe-inducing enough, and oh! Coolhand Luke."

"You're not serious."

"Fools Rush In?"

"Why?"

"There's a diner?"

"Mom."

"Alright, fine. You pick the third movie."

"Father of the Bride."

"Seriously?"

"How can you possibly not like Steve Martin?"

"It's not that, it's just that we've seen it a hundred times."

"Well, there's one more option."

"Being?"

"It's bad."

"Then it's probably perfect."

"Really bad. Worse than the Fat Ladies."

"Well now you have to tell me, or I'll think you were lying. It's really hard to be worse than the Fat Ladies."

"We could watch…bridal shows."

"Oh my god, seriously?"

"Think about it. Bridezillas? Say Yes to the Dress?"

"Rory, we promised we'd never be those kinds of women!"

"But that is like the pinnacle of trash television. And they also provide a useful cautionary tale for your own adventures in wedding planning."

"Adventures in Babysitting!"

"That has nothing to do with weddings."

"So?"

"The whole point of a theme movie night was to have a theme."

"Alright, fine," Lorelai sighed, "But in that case just the bridal shows. We aren't tainting the movies with them."

"The movies you called shameful and cringe-worthy?"

"It's a league of its own."