A/n: Thanks for all the reviews! I had a passing idea while I was watching Bridesmaids Revisited, but it didn't pass, it stopped and this is the result. Sorry about the short updates each time, but I try to update fast to make up for it.
Summary: Takes place during Bridesmaids Revisited. Rory's drunk at the bar after her break up with Logan and instead of Doyle, guess who comes up to her…Lit, eventually.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, the fact that Logan didn't die when he fell off the cliff and that Rory ran away after kissing Jess at the bookstore prove that!
Chapter 2
Jess awoke to the shrill ringing of Rory's phone. He looked over to see Rory glaring with her fingers in her ears.
"Make it stop!" she whined.
"You now, you could just answer it."
"It's Logan, I can't talk to him especially with the hangover of the century."
Fine, I'll just amputate my ears."
"Mine first, please."
The ringing stops at long last.
"Thank God!"
"Don't talk so loud." Rory groaned.
The phone started to ring again.
Rory let out a shriek of frustration, "You jinxed it!" she said before burying her head under the pillow.
Jess rolled his eyes and, after a long pause, he reluctantly picked up the phone and flipped it open.
"Morning, sunshine." He said, dryly.
"Who the hell is this?"
"What is it to you?"
"Sorry, just wondering why this charming guy is answering me girlfriend's phone at 8 in the morning."
"Girlfriend?"
"You heard right." Logan replied, smirking smugly.
"I know you're not the sharpest tool in the shed, but your memory can't be that bad."
"Ah! Book Boy, I recognise the James Dean attitude. Have you sold 1, maybe 2 copies yet?"
"Yep, maybe even a few more than that."
"Wow, congratulations." Logan drawled, sarcastically.
"The plaque comes on Tuesday."
"Ooh, there's that sarcasm again, just can't get enough of that."
"Blondey, can we speed this up? I've got places to be."
"He says so toughly. Should I be scared."
"Only of hung over Rory, who is starting to get annoyed by the fact that you won't give her phone a rest."
"Don't tell me what to do, you don't even know Rory!"
Jess snorted, "Oops, did I strike a chord?"
"Just pass me to Rory."
"Sorry, can't do that and, as lovely as this conversation was, I have to go now." He said, closing the phone.
Rory shot him an appreciative smile before taking refuge under the pillow again as the phone started to ring again.
"Allow me." Jess said, opening the phone and turning it off."
"Thanks." Rory hesitated before adding, "For that and taking me in last night, I was a huge mess back there.
"Really? I couldn't tell." Jess replied, earning a pillow in the face.
"So, what are you doing in New Haven?"
"Just promoting a new book, it's no Hemmingway, but its okay."
"You came to see me."
"I also still have to go around persuading stores to sell my book."
"You came to see me."
"Plus the guys kept attempting to get me out of the shop, so I figured I could kill three birds with one stone."
"You came to see me." She said, happily.
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"You have nothing unhealthy!"
"I think I have a stick of gum somewhere."
"You're a freak!"
"Huh."
"Monosyllabic man returns."
"Uh-huh." He said, grabbing an apple.
"You have apples for breakfast! What is wrong with you? Ever heard of a little thing called pop tarts?"
"I'm starting to miss drunk Rory."
"Oh yes, then do you miss holding my hair back while I gracefully emptied out the contents of my stomach, too?"
"About that, are you feeling okay now?"
"Yeah, apart from the huge tap dancing elephants on my head reminding me of my hangover. I should probably try to figure out my living situation at some point."
"Uh-huh."
"Which means going back to Yale."
"'Kay."
"So, thanks again for housing me."
"No problem."
"Jess, how long are you in the area?" she asked, out of the blue.
"About two weeks."
"Would it be okay if I called you sometime to hang out or something when it doesn't involve me having consumed all the alcohol in New Haven?"
"Sure," he offered a small smile, "I'd like that. My cell number's on the fridge."
"Okay, bye Jess."
"Bye Rory."
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Rory lingered outside Paris' door before going in.
Here goes nothing, she thought as she knocked on the door.
The door opened slightly and half of Paris' face became visible.
"What do you want?"
"Can I just come in?"
Paris hesitated, "Fine" she said opening the door fully.
"Me and Logan broke up." Rory blurted out.
"Oh. Well, so did me and Doyle."
"Oh." God, this was awkward, "I'm really sorry Paris, are you okay?"
Paris pause, before suddenly giving Rory a hug.
"Thanks for coming over."
"It's fine, I missed you, Paris." Rory said, still rather taken aback.
"And you can stay here if you want."
"Sure, thanks Paris."
"Do you want some pizza? I just ordered for ten."
"Sure." Rory said, moving over to sit on the couch.