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A/N: Alright, I know I'm not getting as many reviews as I would like, but I want to continue this story for me. I want to see where it's going. I'm glad a lot of you like it, so, here's another chapter. : )

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Jess knocked on the Gilmore door that morning, getting ready to see Rory. He waited on the porch while he saw lights go on in the living room, before he could lean in to see what was going on, the door opened to reveal a smiley Rory in her pajamas.

"Ducks?" He laughed.

Rory narrowed her eyes at him, frowning. "Jessica."

"Fine. We'll play nice." Jess let out a sigh, following Rory into the house. She was very proud of what she had made the living room into, which was a comfortable place to watch a movie. There was popcorn and all kinds of junk food on the table, and there were a collection of movies sitting on the floor. He nodded, "Wow. I'm impressed."

"Well, I wanted to make this special. Our first movie night."

He looked around, "Movie day."

"Right. It's day time…but, we're just going to have to pretend."

Jess sat down on the couch, next to Rory, unbuttoning his jacket. He placed it on the coffee table and then looked back at Rory. "So. What are we going to see first?"

Rory smiled giddily. She was obviously excited. She picked up the movies from the floor and spread them out in between her and Jess. "We have classic Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, the new one and the old one…although I'm musing that we don't have enough supplies. One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest…I've been craving Jack Nicholson. Casablanca, a little bit of romance…"

Jess enjoyed watching her put up the movies and explain why she would like to see it, her face was so excited, it made him happy that he could make her happy.

"I've got Jaws and Carrie…I thought that I could see it again. Because last time I saw it, I got so scared I was basically watching the movie with a pillow in front of my face."

"Aw, the classic, put-the-pillow-in-front-of-my-face-and-I-won't-be-scared maneuver."

Rory smirked, putting down Carrie. "Been used many times."

"Besides, Carrie is more blood scary than anything. So, you have nothing to worry about." Jess replied, taking the movie in his hand, looking at the back.

She shook her head. "I think I'm more freaked out by blood than by actual scared-ness." She chuckled, and looked at all the movies. Rory watched Jess look around. "So, what's our first choice?"

"Jack Nicholson."

Rory nodded and took the DVD out of his hands, she popped it into the machine and then ran back to the couch. She sat stiffly while the movie started. Jess had an arm on the armrest and he was looking at her. They were pretty much very far away from each other.

She took the sign and paused it. "Since when did the atmosphere get so awkward?"

"Is it awkward?" Jess asked, looking down.

She nodded, biting her lip. Rory motioned to the middle part of the couch and then at him. "We're about a million miles away…and I can't pay attention to the movie."

"I'm sorry, but do you talk about everything?"

"Huh?" She asked, confused.

He sighed, "Well, every time something is a little bit different than what you picture it, you point it out and have a philosophical discussion about it. Why can't you let things be awkward?"

"Why let them be awkward when they can be better?" She held her head high. "I talk about things, Jess."

"Okay. Let's talk."

Rory looked at the TV again and let out a long sigh. "This could be mistaken for a first date. And, we're not really being friendly. We're so far away."

"Your right here."

She crossed her arms over her chest, "Obviously this doesn't bother you. I'll just play it." She un-paused the movie and Jack Nicholson's voice filled the speakers. She leaned heavily on the couch, slumping down.

Jess sighed and looked at Rory. She was not into the movie, but her eyes remained on the television. Her arms were still firmly stationed in front of her chest area and she was stubbornly sitting farther away from him. He shook his head at her, but moved over so their knees were touching.

Rory looked at him with a questioning look, he put a hand on her cheek and placed a passionate kiss on her lips. Her heart was racing and all she could think to do was kiss him back. He showed his excitement in the kiss and didn't stop until it was very necessary to breath.

"Not awkward?" He whispered, watching her eyes open hazily.

She smiled and shook her head. "What's the opposite of awkward?"

Jess smirked and placed another kiss on her lips, this time she deepened it by placing her arms around his neck. He somehow ended up lying down on the couch, with her straddling her. The movie was still going on, but all you could hear was them making out.

Rory pulled away, panting. "Shouldn't we stop?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Do you want to stop?"

"God no," Rory stated loudly. He chuckled at this. "but I think it would be wise to finish the movie."

He glanced over to the movie, and then back at Rory, who was still straddling him. The choice was obvious. "A little more?" He suggested, she nodded rapidly and they quickly were engaged in the same little groping session they had started.

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"You faked sick just to go and make out with Jess?"

"Well, I didn't know I was going to make out with Jess…that just happened. It's not my fault." Rory flashed her a guilty smile. "But I did skip school…and I'm sorry, Paris, but you'll just have to deal with it."

Paris rolled her eyes, looking over at the board; Mrs. Camp was blabbering on about something and writing on the board. "He's having a bad influence on you." She was determined to make the whole date into a bad thing.

"He's not a bad influence. I'm here, aren't I? If I had really changed, then I would be partying with the Homies or something." (A/N: Is homies capitalized? Lmao.) She said, laughing, while she copied down the directions on the board.

"Just you wait, he's going to corrupt you and then you'll be begging for the day that Paris Geller warned you about the scum."

The teacher turned around and narrowed her eyes at the girls. "Excuse me? Is this conversation in any way related to science?"

Paris shot Rory a warning look, as if to continue the conversation. "Of course, Mrs. Camp."

"Alright then."

She rolled her eyes, "Oblivious."

Rory sighed, and turned her head to look at Madeline and Louise who were hearing the conversation very intently. "Privacy please?"

"What privacy do you want, honey, your in the middle of class?" Louise raised her eyebrows. "And…I'm with you on the whole making out with the hottie thing. He's not a bad kisser, I would definitely skip school for that one." She smirked, looking down.

Rory turned her head; almost hurting her neck of how fast she did this movement. Not a bad kisser? "How would you know how he kisses?"

"We totally had a one on one at Spring Break."

Madeline shrugged, "Who hasn't?"

Paris narrowed her eyes at her friend, she wasn't about to go and console her. "You see? He's a player, he's probably slept with every girl in school and you won't care now that he's gotten in your pants."

"He has not gotten in my pants." She said defensively, pointing a pencil.

"Close to your pants."

Louise patted Rory's arm soothingly. "Maybe he's changed."

"He called me his girlfriend."

Paris scoffed, "Has that line never been used on you?"

Rory started to shake inside. Was Jess cheating on her? But, he told her everything that was happening in his life. He couldn't be a player after he opened up to her. She thought he cared. She swallowed hard and slumped down into her seat.

"You see, now he's got you upset."

"You have me upset, Paris," Rory snapped. "Can we please stop talking about it?"

She waited out the period until the bell rang and she let out a long breath of relief. She felt like all eyes were on her in that classroom, she felt as if she was suffocating in pity. Rory made her way to the girl's bathroom and took out her cellphone, but before made sure that no one was in the stalls.

Leave a message if you have to. And, Micheal, stop sending me those pornographic messages!

"Jess. It's me, Rory Gilmore, I wouldn't want you to confuse me from the other girls that your probably dating that are Rory also." Rory bit her lip, "I just found out that not only did you kiss me that week in Spring Break, but Madeline and Louise. Who knows whom else? I just want to make it clear that I am not looking for an open relationship. It's just you and me. Period. So, either that's not a problem or it is."

She sighed; the machine would probably cut her off in any moment. "Call me back whenever you can, I need to get all of this straightened out."

Rory closed the call and shoved the cellphone in her bag again. She hugged her books to her chest and walked out into the hall where Paris was waiting for her.

"I needed to refresh my lipstick." She mumbled an explanation and walked to her next class with her 'friend.'

They got settled in their class quickly and waited for the teacher to enter, when the math teacher walked in with his natural greeting, was when her phone rang.

She panicked, not wanting to get into trouble for having a call in the middle of class. But, it could be Jess. She put her math book in front of her face and picked up her phone, slumping down. "Hello?" She whispered.

"Rory. I just got your message. I couldn't answer the phone, I was just getting out of a one hour lecture about not having my paper in on time."

She sighed, "I'm in the middle of class, I can't talk."

"Fine. Then can I talk? You can just listen."

Rory glanced over at Paris, who was warning her deeply with a threatening look. The teacher was sorting out papers while he made sure to explain last night's homework. "Okay. Speak."

"I didn't think or even think that you implied an open relationship, first of all. I'm not dating anyone else, and whomever told you otherwise is not very well." He stopped for a second, gaining his thoughts. "I might have dated people a lot in High School, but mainly it was mutual. I don't think this is mutual, is it?"

She widened her eyes. "I don't want to date other people, do you?"

Jess rubbed his forehead with his free hand. "I don't do dates with people I just want to fool around with. It's usually screwing sessions."

"And this isn't?" She whispered lower, the teacher looking her way.

"I don't think it is."

"Hm."

"And those kisses in Spring Break, you have no right to even say that. I remember very fondly that you went home with a guy. You're lucky that I just kissed. Besides, it wasn't like the kiss was anything."

Rory frowned, not liking the sound of that. "It meant nothing to you."

The teacher walked forward, looking at Rory. She lowered the phone. "Ms. Gilmore, is there a problem? I hear you whispering."

"Trouble." Paris shook her head in disapproval.

Rory sent a death glare her way. "No, Professor." She lifted the phone back to her ear when she saw that he wasn't looking. "Sorry."

"Rory, that kiss was the first one. It's not that it was nothing, it's that you didn't make it anything." He groaned, confusing himself. "Look, I can't deal with all of this right now, my head hurts."

"So what? We just leave it this way?"

"I like you, and there's no one else." He shook his head, smirking. "Complicated girl."

Rory openly smiled. "Monosyllibic boy."

She shut her cell phone off to make sure she didn't get into more trouble than she had already gotten into. Her classmates were staring at her as she lowered the book again and straightened herself out.