A/n: Thanks again for all the reviews, I'm going to try and update daily but I'm going away for the week on Saturday, which means that I can't post, but I will write down a chapter a day and, when I get back, I'll post all the chapters that I'd written since I left. Oh, and whatever it looks like, this will still remain literati, even though I'm twisting things around here.
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Summary: Read summaries in chapters 1 and 2 if you're that bothered.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, for the gazillienth time.
Chapter Four
"Oh." Rory said, stunned.
"Rory-"
"Final Destination time?"
"Rory, come on."
"1, 2 or 3? 'Cos I always thought that watching in order is too conventional, you need to make your own original decisions in life…" she ranted, nervously.
"Did you just expect me to sit and pine for you for years?"
"That was out of blue."
"Well?"
"Of course not!"
"Good."
"And I'm happy for you."
"Good."
"So," a beat, "How long have you two been dating?"
Jess hesitated a moment, surprised by the question, "About two years."
"Wow." Rory said, staring at her toes, but then something struck her and she looked back up at him, a chill in her eyes, "So, about the time you asked me to run away with you?"
Jess' jaw clenched at the mention, "About that time."
Now Rory's anger showed clearly through her sapphire eyes, "So, what, you were just like 'Hey, nothing's happening with her, I'll just move onto somebody else'?"
"Hey!"
"Never mind, I get it, I didn't want to drop out of Yale and abandon my friends and family for you, so you just move onto the next girl you see!"
"You have no right to-"
"Though it's not like you even considered my situation at the time! You don't know how much it hurt me to say no!"
"Sure, I can only imagine how much hurt you were feeling. Tell me, how much were you hurting when you slept with Dean the following week?"
Rory inhaled sharply, she felt as if she'd been slapped, "You found out."
"Luke told me and, let me tell, you, I'm so sorry for how much pain I caused you, I hope you managed to swallow it a bit while you screwed a married guy."
"Jess, I think you should go." Rory said, quietly.
"Gladly." He said, walking out.
Rory let out a sob and buried her head in her pillow.
Ggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg
Rory woke up to the sound of the door shutting. She checked her watch, 'Three in the morning, jeez Paris'.
Her cheeks were tear stained and she knew she probably had mascara running down them, as she stared at the black imprint she'd made in the cushion.
"Rory." Paris said in the form of a greeting, "Jeez, what happened? You're a mess."
"Thanks, Paris. Where's Doyle?"
She waved a hand in the air, "Just trying to get his wallet back from the du-op group. What happened?"
"Nothing a couple of pounds of ice cream can't fix."
The conversation was interrupted by Doyle sprinting in and locking the door behind him.
"I'm okay," he panted, "Just none of us can leave the apartment for 24 hours."
Ggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg
Jess had slumped on the lumpy hotel couch when he got back.
He hated fights with Rory though, unfortunately, they seem to go hand in hand ith spending extended periods of time with her. He wondered if they could ever be just friends, no strings attached. Well, they were going to have to be if he wanted to remain in contact with her and he had no doubts in his mind that he wanted that.
He knew deep down that he could never truly be mad at her, he was more mad at himself for responding to the kiss, he still didn't know why he'd done that.
The ringing of the phone snapped him out of his reverie.
"Hello?"
"Hey, babe, what's up?"
"Hi Karen. Nothing's up, you'd know that if you'd actually seen New Haven."
"Come on, it can't be that bad."
"You have no idea."
"Well, whatever it's like, hurry back, I miss you."
"I miss you, too, but I think I'm going to be here for awhile, business is hectic." He said while looking over at his blank calendar. He knew he shouldn't be lying, but he wanted to make things write with Rory, and he wanted to put off the Rory discussion with Karen for as long as possible.
"Okay, well, call more, then."
"I'll try."
"And after a year, send me a picture of yourself, just so I know you haven't gone bald or anything."
"Will do." He said, chuckling.
"Okay, bye."
"Bye." He said before hanging up and collapsing back into his former position with a sigh.
Ggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg
Friday afternoon and his hangover still lingered, mad increasingly more obvious by the ceaseless ringing of the phone. He finally located the damn thing under one of the cushions of his $10,000 couch.
"Hello?" he answered, groggily.
"Hey."
"Hi, Ace, what's up?" surprise evident in his voice.
"Are you free on Friday for dinner?"
"Sure, I'm free, I'll pick you up around seven, then."
"Okay, see ya then."
"Bye, Ace."
"Goodbye, Logan."