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A/N: Hi again. I took a lot of time to put this up, not because this wasn't written, but because I was considering discontinuing the story. I have a lot of Lit Stories, so, I'm trying to decide which ones should keep on going.

Anyways, I'm sure I'm boring you, so, I'll just finish the Author's Note quickly.

Please tell me if you want me to continue the story or not. Because I would really like to know so I can know if I should work on the next chapter. I hope you like the chapter, Please Review!

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"Jess…"

He felt his eyes flutter open and he looked up to see Rory standing over him. He smiled for the first time in a long time, his first none-drunk smile, and pulled her down on top of him. He put his arms around her frame and sighed.

"You woke me up." Jess mumbled into her hair.

Rory smiled and lifted her head off his chest. "It's eleven o'clock in the morning. So, I kind of had to unless you want strange people thinking that events went on here."

"Events?" He yawned.

She shook her head, "Your officially out of it."

"Since when have you been up? Because if I remember correctly you were the one that wanted to sleep…yesterday. Or was it today? I don't know, you were the one that dragged me to the event, and now I am disoriented. Your fault." Jess dragged a hand through his hair and sat up.

Rory swung her feet over the water and watched him look around at his surroundings. She had been up for about ten minutes and she had just watched him sleep. When she was little, her mother used to tell her these stories that you could see everything about a guy when you watch them sleep.

But, Rory didn't find that very true for herself. Maybe it was because her mother was incredibly talented in reading people.

She hugged her jacket to her body closely. "So, what are you going to do today?"

"Don't know. You?"

"Study."

He shrugged, "Huh."

Rory shook her head, furrowing a brow. "So, what? Are we back to the monosyllabic Jess? Now that's not very progressive, is it? I just got you to a decent level of communication."

"Huh." Jess smirked.

She buttoned up her jacket, which resulted to her falling on Jess, shakily. "I guess I'm really out of it now too." She giggled, and tried to get up but without strength it just made her fall again.

He took her hands in his and dragged her up, so her head was now right above his'. Her slightly curly hair brushed up against his neck, which gave him goose bumps. He lifted his hand from the cold bridge and dragged it across her lips.

She closed her eyes, and placed her hands on his chest, lowering her head on top of the hands. Jess placed his hands in her hair, combing through it with his fingers.

"Do you think this could be defined as the perfect moment?" Rory asked, running a hand along his side. "If it is, I hope we have much more like them."

"You know what?" He gave a sigh. "I don't usually do this."

She could tell that he was wriggling below her, and she placed a hand on his arm as if to stop him. "Well, get used to it, okay? Because you are not going to get away from this situation."

"I'm not trying." He mumbled.

"Oh, please. I could feel the wriggling and the uncomfortable-ness, but your not going to get away. I'm going to make a new man out of you." Rory laughed playfully. "The guy that watches chick flicks with their girlfriend, and the guy that says sweet nothings…maybe it'll teach ya."

Jess looked at her in surprise. "Girlfriend?"

"Oh. No. I mean, if you ever were…or I was." Rory hit herself on the forehead. "I'm sorry, I messed things up again didn't I? I'm just a screw up."

"You didn't." He chuckled.

Rory looked up at him with her puppy blue eyes. "Can you consider me as anything as a girlfriend?"

"Well…" Jess looked at her sheepishly, smirking.

Her eye's widened. "Well? Don't torture me!"

"Maybe."

"Well, can I have an answer for you?" Rory sighed, looking up at the blue sky above their heads. She intertwined her fingers with his'. "I think that you could be my sorta boyfriend."

"Sorta?"

She frowned, holding her head high. "Well you wouldn't give me an answer."

"I don't think that what we have should have a definition."

"Aww…your just so cliché, you can't help it." Rory giggled, putting her head down on his chest again. "Maybe we should call you Jessica from now on."

-0-

He drove into the large driveway later on in the day. His eyes wandered all around the driveway in front of the great big house. The gardener, Ricardo, who came once a week was mowing the lawn with his shirt tied around his head. He waved politely and drove into his designated spot in front of the mansion.

Jess jiggled the keys on his thumb and opened the door to get out of the car. Once he got in front of the door, his stomach was jumbled up. Even with his mother and father, he didn't know what to expect. His mother was crazy and his father wasn't that sane either.

Before he could actually ring the doorbell, the door opened to show Jenna at the doorway.

"Jenna." Jess acknowledged her presence. "I didn't ring the doorbell."

She leaned in, "Well, I saw your car drive up and I thought that if I got here in time we could steal a couple of minutes before your lunch with your parents." He backed up, once he saw that she was about to kiss him.

"Um, Jenna, can we just please not today? Today's dramatic events are more important than some. Liz's expecting me, is she here?" Jess asked, leaning against the doorframe.

Jenna wrinkled her nose in disapproval; she obviously didn't like the idea of her not getting some that day. "She's upstairs getting ready. We still have some time to kill, Jess." She stepped towards him, raising an eyebrow in suggestion.

He sighed, "We'll have time later. Now, please let me through."

They passed into the hallway and Jess couldn't help but stare around at the house. Liz had obviously redecorated. Her moods always changed and then she would decorate until her fingers bleed. She would decorate and then you would know she was in a mood. He shook his head and handed his coat to Jenna.

"Tell Liz I'm here."

She nodded and headed up the stairs giddily.

He made his way into the living room/sitting area and sat down on one of his favorite couches. Jess looked over at the armrest, it had a grape juice stain. He smiled, the reason why he loved the couch was because of that very stain. When he was nine, he spilled grape juice all over the couch because he had been mad at his mother. He knew that the most precious thing she had was that couch. The maid could only get out some of the stain, and they were left with a slightly stained couch.

Liz wanted to throw it out years ago, but Jess argued that it was the best thing he could remember that had happened in his child hood, snickering. After that day, Liz just shrugged it off and told people when they asked about the stain, "Kids. What are you going to do?"

Jess tapped his fingers against the small coffee table beside the couch as he waited. He almost fell out of his chair when he heard Liz come into the room.

"My hero!" She shrieked. "Your on time. Aw, my baby."

He grimaced, "Your not drunk. Aw, my mother."

"Well, how can I be? No drinking until the babies are born. I have given up on that stuff a long time now. I seriously can't believe that I'm six months." Liz glanced down at her stomach, smiling brightly. She sat in front of him in a chair. "I'm so excited."

"So, does Jimmy know?" He didn't waste any time. He didn't go there to chitchat about her life. He hardly cared how she was; it was her who was screwing everything up.

Liz didn't meet his glare. "Honey, please. You are bringing the room down."

"Oh, so, your not fine with talking about this? You seemed very chatty when you came to my room. Actually, I'm very surprised that you aren't talking like mad. Now, why is this?" Jess asked, rubbing his temple.

She leaned in to her son. "This is not the time to talk about this, Jess. Your father will be home soon."

"So, he doesn't know?"

Liz flashed him a guilty look, "Please. Jess, don't tell him. I am looking for the right time to bring it up. And I don't want today to be a dramatic luncheon. Your father will have just gotten home from Japan. He doesn't need this."

He shook his head. "This is how it happens, you know. He leaves you alone and you just can't keep your hands to yourself. You have to screw everyone in town."

"Stop talking like this. Your so dramatic."

Jess clenched his fists tightly. "Huh. I wonder where I got that from."

"Jenna, for Christ's sake! Get my bag, don't just stand there!"

Jimmy's voice was heard and the conversation stopped. Liz sent a glare at Jess, telling him to shut up about the whole deal, and stood up to greet her husband. He stood up, just being polite.

His father walked into the living room with his mother clinging to him from behind, holding him by the shoulders. She guided him to Jess, where they shook hands.

Jess nodded at Jimmy. "I thought you would have taken way more time to get here."

Jimmy rolled his eyes, letting go of his son's hand. He shed off his heavy work jacket onto the couch and sat down next to Liz, with his hand on her thigh. "Thanks for the great welcoming."

"How long were you gone?" He asked, wondering.

He looked at his wife. "About, two weeks. Right, honey?"

"About that long." Liz eyed Jess. "That's why you should give your dad a good welcome. You haven't seen him for a month. Give your father a hug." She slapped his knee in an effort to get him to get up.

Jess frowned. "Hey, mom, don't you have some interesting news that you wanted to share with dad? I heard you mention something that will very much affect him."

Suddenly, Liz had a very nervous expression on her face. He saw her face was pleading him not to say anything, as she looked at Jimmy. He looked at both of them, while his father was looking at him with a questioning frown.

Jimmy raised an eyebrow. "What? Baby…what's wrong?"

"Oh, so you guys are back to sweethearts? How darling." Jess mocked them, tapping his foot. "I thought you two were on the outs."

"The outs? Me and your mother are fine."

He looked at his mother who was looking down; he could even see a few regrets and fears in his eyes. "Yeah. You are. Anyways, what's with the lunch? Are we going to eat or what?"

Jess saw Liz heave a sigh of relief before standing up. Honestly, he couldn't get why he just did that. Why would he help his mother who had hurt him so much? He should want to hurt her back. Jess stood up and looked at his father who was still looking at him closely.

"Is something going on?" Jimmy asked quickly, he had a determined look on his face.

Jess looked down, shaking his head. "No."

-0-

Rory woke up on a Monday morning just to learn that she was late for school. She groaned. Her alarm clock had been beeping for the longest time but she chose to ignore it. It was already eight o'clock and first period started at 8:45. August was already in Rory's room (like she did every morning) just because all the make-up was sitting on her dresser.

She sat up, looking at her sister. "I'm sorry, what are you doing?"

"I'm going through a gothic phase." August replied nonchalantly. "What are you doing? I thought your class started at eight something. You're usually a freak getting ready for school. Why the sudden slacking off?"

Rory frowned. "Isn't it a bit early to be annoying?"

"Where's the black eyeliner?" Her sister turned frantic looking for the piece of make-up. Rory rolled her eyes and reached over to her desk where the eyeliner was sitting.

She had a determined look on her face. "August, I'll give it to you if you get out of my room."

"But--"

"Out. Now." Rory threw the eyeliner out the door, where August lunged after it quickly. She smiled, happy with herself, and locked the door. She stepped forward to the mirror where she looked at herself.

Her appearance was not appealing. Her eyes were puffy from the lack of sleep, and her hair was a huge mess. She still had a bunch of bobby pins in the mess of wavy hair, as she hadn't gotten out of bed in a day. Maybe it was the exhaustion of being in a Dance Marathon, or maybe the emotional stress she had gone through.

Rory sighed, and walked into the hallway. Her mother was looking at herself in the hallway mirror. Her hair was perfectly up and she had a new top with a black skirt on. She turned to look at her daughter.

"What are you still doing here? Did a class get canceled?"

She shook her head, getting ready to get out of this one. "You know what? I'm actually not feeling well…you know, the huge jet lag and stuff. The Dance Marathon had me all stressed out."

Lorelai narrowed her eyes at her. "Do you have a fever?"

Rory knew she wouldn't get out of going to school unless she had an illness. Her mother was a freak like that, she didn't care about emotional anything. But, she could see that Luke was already softening her up.

"Um, I think I might." Rory said dramatically, placing her hand on her forehead. "I feel myself burning up. It might be best if I just skip school today. I don't want to spread the germs."

Her mother looked at her suspiciously, putting down the comb. "Well, feel better, okay? I don't want you to miss anything else."

"Thanks, mom. Have a good day at work."

Rory waved, her work done. She slumped into her room, closing the door after her. At least she would have more time to get ready for the outside world. If she had gone today with that horrible apparel than she would be sure that someone would have thrown tomatoes at her. She tossed her hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ears. But, she really wasn't feeling well.

She felt as if she could fall down from exhaustion any second.

Rory bit her lip, still asking herself what to do. In her brain, taking a shower and getting all the gunk out of her hair was on the top of the to-do list. She shook her head at herself, and walked into the bathroom.

She slowly took off all her clothes and stepped into the cold shower. It definitely woke her up and made her take a shower way faster. She finished with the bath, and changed into other pajamas.

"Hm." Rory said proudly to herself, her transformation was finished, as she pulled her hair up in a bun. "What to do? What to do?" Her eyes wandered around the room until she spotted her cellphone pinned on top of a small piece of paper.

She walked over to it and lifter her cell. Jess' cell phone number was staring her right in the face. She smirked mischievously.

"Hello?"

Rory's face lit up when she heard Jess speak into the other line. "You picked it up. I would have thought that you would be in classes…and maybe I could have left you a dirty message."

He chuckled. "I would have left the voicemail go on if I would have thought of your purposes."

"Are you in class?"

"Nope." Jess stated. "I'm sitting here in front of my parent's house."

Rory raised an eyebrow. She thought that he was still having issues with his parents. Why would he over there? Was he all right? Her mind quickly turned to worry mode. "Uh, why?'

"I slept over last night."

"But, yesterday you were with me."

Jess nodded, leaning against his car window. "After I left that morning, I got a call from the maid. She said that my mother had requested a family luncheon since my father was getting into town."

"Ouch." Rory grimaced, "How did it go?"

"Usual. My mother talked about the DAR and my father sent dirty looks my way." He sighed. "But, I didn't tell him."

"Your father?"

"Liz asked me not to say anything, and I just didn't."

Rory tapped her foot against her bed. She would have thought that after all the resentment that Jess had towards his mother he would have wanted to cause her some of the pain that she had made him feel. "Well, that sounds better than getting into a family argument at lunch."

"What? You think I did the right thing?"

"Your mother made the mistake, Jess. And you're being really great about it. But, I think that you should tell him if she doesn't."

Jess bit his lip, looking around at the help that were all re-painting the house. "She told me she would. But, I don't believe her. She's been lying to me all these years." He let out a long sigh. "I'm actually here to tell Jimmy."

"Oh?" Rory sat up, more interested in this.

"I should tell him."

She sighed. "What about your mom?"

Jess ran a hand through his hair, not knowing what to do or if anything was making sense. "Maybe I should leave. I hate it here and I'm pretty sure I'm going crazy."

Rory smiled, "Come here."

"What?"

"Well, your in Connecticut, come over. I'll help you, maybe we can talk more?" Rory suggested, smiling inside at the thought of him coming over. The best thing she could do at that second would be to see him.

He looked at his watch and furrowed a brow. "Why aren't you at school?"

"I'm suffering from exhaustion."

Jess smirked, "Ah."

"Come over please. I'm lonely and alone. Not the best combined. Just come. I promise, we'll have a relaxing day. Maybe watch a movie and sit there."

"Um," He looked at the mansion in front of him, and that was his final decision. "okay. I'll be right over."

She nodded. "Take a right at the giant Rooster named Monty."

"Excuse me?"

Rory smiled, getting up from the bed. "Call if you get lost."