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A/N: Okay, so, I didn't get much reviews for the last chapter. Not at all. But, I wasn't exactly fair. I mean, I barely gave you anything to comment on. It was a very short chapter. Oh yeah, and don't worry…their backgrounds and everything will reveal itself little by little. Be patient.

Hope you like it. Oh yeah, and if I don't get much more reviews than the other chapter…I can't continue. There's no point in writing something no one likes.

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One year later…

Left and right, all he could hear when he got home was her mother and her new booty call that she liked to call 'a friend.' Now, everybody prejudged her before they even got a chance know her. And not in a bad way. In a good way. Maybe that was the problem. Everyone thought that she was the perfect housewife. They were rich, and had huge house, it was all that they needed to guess that she was perfect. That they were perfect. The thing was, that wasn't the case. She had a new victim every night, her husband would be at work and when he got home, she would sound pleased and give him an innocent kiss.

Jess grew up that way. It was always the high society people with the good influences and beautiful homes…money was all that they could measure. But, it wasn't like he was perfect. Actually far from it. He would stay out all day, so he didn't have to hear his mother wining, he barely saw Jimmy (his father) who couldn't keep his nose out of his papers for a minute. So, he guessed that his mother was not happy. She used alcohol, drugs, and the first guy in her sight to deal with it.

The maid, Jenna, who he had slept with before came rushing to him when he entered the house. It had just been once, but then it turned into a reoccurring thing where he would go to her every time he was feeling lousy. Maybe to see if he could top his mother's noise level. She smiled girlishly, and blushed. She was 16, he was 18. She was still young, and still innocent. But, he had passed that phase a long time ago.

'Jess. Hi. Your mom brought another friend home…so, I was wondering if you would—uhm, join me in the other room.' She was timid, but he could tell all she wanted was him altogether.

He tossed his coat to the side, it dropped on one of the Oscar-winning couches. 'Later. I have to pack.'

Jenna looked up, her brown eyes looking up at him. He could sense disappointment in her voice. 'Oh. Are you going somewhere, Jess? Your mother said that you were going to be here this weekend.'

Jess rolled his eyes, 'And did my father also say that he was going to be home for a meal?' She looked confused. 'Get a clue. My mother's a drunk addict, she probably doesn't even know what she's doing this weekend herself. Much less her son..' He muttered.

She smiled, 'Oh, she has a fundraiser.'

He looked at her, shaking his head. She could be annoying and idiotic, she was a kid. Maybe he should have thought about the fact that he was going to have to deal with her trialing behind him like a little puppy for the rest of his life. 'So not the point, Jenna. Now, go do the dishes or something.'

'Wait!' She took him by the arm and placed a long kiss on his lips. 'You never told me where you were going…' She looked seductively into his eyes, he sighed and gave her a rough kiss back.

'Spring break. I'll be back in a week.' He fingered the buttons of her blouse, and then got out of her grasp. She gave him a smirk, then ran back into the kitchen. He sighed and looked at the door. His father was walking through it, he guessed that he had seen what was going on.

Jimmy wrinkled his forehead, 'What the hell do you think you were doing?'

'Giving Jenna a little bonus.' Jess said wisely.

He dropped his briefcase, and loosened his tie. 'You think this is a joke? Well, I hope you know what your doing. You are going to end up in the wrong road some day if you keep this up.'

He shrugged, 'Not without Mommy and Daddy's money.'

'Mock now, pay later.' Jimmy Mariano looked over to the kitchen. 'Your going to get her fired after your mother finds out that her only son has been sleeping with the help. Personally, I don't care.' His son shrugged.

'Gotta go pack, then. Spring break awaits.'

Jimmy actually seemed relieved about the fact that Jess was going to leave the room. He didn't seem to want to talk to him anymore, so, Jess just slipped out of the room and up the stairs. He barely made it up the stairs without a strange man running into him. Jess gave him wise advice to sneak out the bathroom window so he didn't piss off his father, and then slouched all the way to his room, feeling tired. Bad day at school, bad day at home, maybe getting away to Mexico would be a better alternative. Booze, women, friends. He desperately needed that. In the side that he was almost afraid to show anyone but himself.

He took out a random duffle bag that was stored in his clean closet (not his doing, but Jenna's…any excuse to go into his room.) He randomly took a bunch of junk out of his closet, and an old bottle of gel and then stuck it in his bag. He sat down on his bed, counting the money that was stored in the elastic of his boxers.

'Oh, honey.' His mother's drunken body pranced into the room. She was wearing a yellow bathrobe, with an old T-shirt underneath. She had a ciggerate in her hand and a bottle of scotch in the other. 'Your father's home…so, I thought that I would hide out here.'

He looked up from his 20-dollar bills and gave her a look. 'It's the first place he'll look.' He went back to his money, 'Your male partner has escaped out the window…so, don't worry, he'll be good for another week of good old sex.'

She looked shocked, drunken, but shocked. 'Don't speak to your mother that way!' she slurred, barely getting the words out of her mouth. 'You're a brat, that's what you are. Your lucky I don't give you a huge slap in that fat mouth of you--,' She stopped. 'What are you doing? Are you running away?"

'I wish,' He mumbled under his breath. 'Spring break to Fiji. You signed the permission form, remember?'

'I did not.'

'Fine, you didn't. But the name is still on the paper.'

She shrugged, 'So, it's a school…thing?'

'Nope. But the school is paying for our lousy asses to stay in a hotel, for spring break's sake, so, yeah, if you wanted to go cheap…you had to sign. Which, Micheal did.'

She rolled her eyes, and leaned against the doorway. 'You need to stop hanging out with Micheal and start doing your homework. How are you ever going to get into Harvard this way?' She took a gulp of her scotch hastily. 'My whole reputation will be ruined with one lousy son going to some college like…Oh dear, a community college.'

He shook his head to himself and placed all the money in one of the pockets. 'Go barf or something. I need to get out of here.' His mother scrunched up her face in a weird way, but then ran down the hall. 'Got rid of her…' He mumbled under his breath. He heard the yells of his friends, beeping and he rushed downstairs with his bag in his hands.

Micheal, however, was faster than him and beat him to the door. 'Hello, young traveler, and welcome to the Micheal Minibus where only small children can ride and play the strange substance in a bottle game…and then drink it because you can't get through a game with tweedle-dum over there.' He pointed into the car where, Brown, another guy in their little group was vacuuming the floor with a mini-vacuum.

The short guy frowned. 'Hey, garbage cans were invented for a reason…but, no, these people have to insist on throwing chips on the floor.'

Jess smirked, 'Don't pay attention to them, Brownie, (their mock name for him) the more you get bugged by the chips, the more they're going to throw them.'

Another guy stuck his head out the window of the mini van. 'Nuh-huh! We do it 'cause it's fun! God bless America!' He took a swing of his the bottle of beer.

Jess rolled his eyes, 'Hey, Brown, roll up the window in the back seat so we can finally get a visual of Parker headless.' Brownie smirked. 'Let's get a move on, Mike. These twenties are burning a hole in my wallet.'

Micheal raised his eyebrows and took his bag from him. They entered the funky smelling van and they all let out a strong, 'Whoo!' when they were driving out of the driveway.

Jess leaned in to Micheal, 'Honk really hard so the parents get nervous and then someone can call the cops or something…'

Micheal did as he was told, which started commotion with everyone else.

'Goodbye, you fuckers!' Parker screamed out the window, as they drove speedily and carelessly down the street of where Jess lived. Many people looked out of their windows and cursed at them, but they didn't care because they Metallica pumping through their speakers. (The loudest music they could find in Micheal's car. Well, at least under the baloney sandwich that went bad.)

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'Hurry up, will you? My life is flashing before my eyes.' Paris Geller furiously grabbed one of the shirt that Rory had been staring at for the last 10 minutes and smashed it into the neatly packed suitcase. 'If you didn't put it in I was going to scream very loudly. And I don't think that your sister will like the interruption…'

Rory tied her hair up in a messy bun, and looked at herself in the mirror. 'You know what, Paris? My sister's love life is none of my business…I just really need to get out of here. My mom's redecorating again.'

'Trust me, spring break is not the answer.'

Rory smiled, 'Oh really? I heard that it was quite fun in…Fji? Yes, Fiji. Plus, Madeline and Louise know everything in Mexico, they've been to a thousand spring breaks. We'll be guaranteed a fun time.'

'We'll be guaranteed a bar with cute guys that are on drugs.'

She shrugged dapping on some lipstick. 'Maybe that's what I need. A change of atmosphere. I don't usually like to do these kinds of things…I think that's the main reason why we're friends. We keep to ourselves…we're like house mice.'

Paris raised an eyebrow at her friend, 'How could you possibly compare us to house mice? It's not even close.' She rolled her eyes, 'Plus, Madeline and Louise are just friends from kindergarten…their not mice…their elephants. And we're going to get stomped on this weekend.'

'Elephants are afraid of mice.' Rory pointed out, smirking.

'Oh my god, how long is this going to take? If I had known it was going to take this long I wouldn't have volunteered to drive you.' Paris complained.

Rory gave herself one last look to see if she had any food in her teeth and smiled. 'Ready. Let's go.' She picked up her bag and rushed out the door. Paris followed close behind, putting on her heavy sweater over her tank top. Rory looked back at Paris as they walked out the door and frowned. 'Are you kidding me? I picked out that tank top just so you would look…what was it that Louise called it?'

'Flirty.' She muttered.

'Flirty. Right.' Rory sighed, 'Never mind. I know nothing about this…ask Louise when we get into the car. Which should be right now…' The girls honked outside, anxious to get going.

They shut the door behind them and got into Paris' car. It was a convertible, due to the fact that Paris was rich and Rory was not. Louise and Madeline barely noticed that they had started driving out of Stars Hollow, because they had some guy's head plastered on to them. Paris was driving, so she took out the book she was reading that book. They could change their route, but she was still the bookworm.

When they were two hours away from Stars Hollow, she was starting to feel nauseous so she naturally put her book away. Madeline was now driving because a half an hour ago, Paris had some sort of break down. So, she was sitting with Louise and two boys. She was holding on to her pepper spray and had a threatening look on her face. The car was out of control, she didn't think that Madeline even had her license.

She buckled her seatbelt cautiously. 'Uh, Madeline, I'm sorry to doubt you and everything…but, do you even have a license?'

Madeline looked at her like she was crazy. 'Oh my god, Rory, are kidding? I would never put you guys in danger. Of course I have a license.' Rory's face showed relief.

'She slept with the guy that gave her the test.' Louise smirked, leaning forward.

'And they say those cars are not roomie..' Paris mumbled, rolling her eyes.

Rory shook her head disapprovingly. 'Then, Madeline, I think I should drive. I don't want us to get into some kind of accident…plus, if Paris drives then she would get another asthma attack. And I doubt that Louise didn't use the same useful technique for the test…' Louise raised her eyebrows suggestively. 'Oh god.' Rory groaned. 'Look, there's a gas station.'

Madeline's eyes lit up. 'Oooh! Snack Store!' She made a sharp turn, making them all practically fall out of their seats and messily parked with one tire on top of the place where you got your gas.

'We're not getting gas, are we? I'm allergic to the smell…' Paris stated.

'Aww…I love the smell.' Louise's victim spoke for the first time.

Paris couldn't take it anymore. 'Okay, both of you, go catch a bus or something. I am not riding with you, or even sharing the same air. So, please, do me a favor and get out of my vehicle.'

They did as she told them, and muttered something about "bummy chicks.' Paris went after them with the pepper spray, so Rory had no choice but to go into the store. She saw through the widow that was already flirting with another guy. She moaned, and quickly ran into the mini-mart.

'I'm Micheal…' The guy smirked, taking Louise's hand and kissing it.

Rory sighed, and walked up to them. 'Micheal, hi, I'm sorry, but she's a nun. So, she won't be able to satisfy your needs if you know what I mean..' He looked outraged.

'Hey--,' Louise started.

'Oh no, sweetie, it's okay. Go back into the car and I'll catch up.' Louise gave her the evil eye and stomped off. Rory turned back to Micheal. 'Micheal, I'm sorry, she's just…moody.'

He smirked, 'You're a liar. She is no nun. Showed me the tattoo.'

'She has a—Never mind. Please go away, she's my friend and I don't think that she's looking for a one-night stand yet. Maybe when we get to Fiji we'll find some other, err, guys.'

'Oh really? Fiji? Well, we might be the guys that your looking for.'

Rory raised an eyebrow, 'What?'

'You go to Chilton, don't you? Should have guessed. You seem like you would fit into a plaid skirt. We go to Chilton too, of course. So, we're going to Fiji for spring break too.'

She faked a smile, 'Wow, small world. Anyways, gotta go.'

'Not until I introduce you to my friends.'

He grabbed her by the arm and led her to the counter where three other guys were standing there. He tapped on his friend's shoulder and he turned around. He seemed awfully familiar, but she couldn't place where he had seen him before.

Then, he smirked. And she remembered. 'Rory Gilmore…bench girl. Small world.'