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A/N: Hi everybody. I know it's been a while, and I've been updating my other stories way more than this one. But I'm here and continuing it. So I hope you like this lovely chapter.

I hope you're all still out there. And please, read on! I have a lot of plans for this story.

Thanks.

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Jess woke up to the smell of coffee the next day, his eyes opened slowly to see Sarah standing over him. He groaned, and turned over on his stomach. He shoved her away as she tried to grab the pillow under his head. "Go away." He muttered into his pillow.

"I'll have to go into painful maneuvers." Sarah threatened, crossing her arms over her chest. "It will be so painful that you'll be begging for mercy."

"I highly doubt it."

Sarah raised an eyebrow, tapping her foot. "Fine. But, you asked for it." She bent down and looked at the one foot that was not under the blanket, she took a hold of his big toe and twisted it hard.

Jess let out a painful cry, "Are you crazy? Let go."

"Get out of bed."

"Then will you let go?" He moaned.

Sarah nodded, and threatened him with her eyes. He nodded resentfully and jumped out of bed, he was bare chested and with only boxer shorts. "Did you get lucky last night?"

"It's getting freaking hot, that's why the appeal." Jess muttered grumpily, looking at his toe. "You might have caused damage."

"No damage that was already done."

"You're evil." He scowled and stood up right. He grabbed a T-Shirt from his closet and tossed it on. "Why is it getting so hot in this building anyway? I thought it's supposed to be winter."

Sarah smiled, sitting down on his computer chair. "Well, the snow storm is supposed to be in a few days and we need to be all prepared." She pointed to her scarf. "It's going to be really bad."

"So bad that they'll cancel classes?" He asked hopefully.

She looked at him excitedly. "So bad that they'll have to cancel college altogether."

"I thought college wasn't cancelable."

"Me neither, but apparently we're going to be snowed in, so, their advising to go home. I'm so glad that I'll be able to go back to New York and spend a nice a few days."

Jess rolled his eyes, collapsing onto the bed. "See, the whole going back home thing does not sound appealing right now. I'd rather just die in a huge mountain of snow."

"I don't think that'd it's going to have an Austen Powers effect."

"Lose your mojo?" He asked, confused.

"No." She smirked. "Getting frozen until you feel like coming out into the world. You know, it's like time traveling except with the whole you have to be frozen for a hundred years."

Jess frowned, "You watch too much T.V."

"Anyways, get out of bed. We have a beautiful snowy walk to look forward to. It's already started snowing, it's just so pretty." Sarah said giddily. "And don't come with all of your macho crap."

"You sound like Rory."

She smiled and looked at Jess happily. "How's that going?"

Jess sat up and shrugged. "She's fine. We haven't been on a lot of dates, usually just movie nights. Which usually end with making out sessions. So, it's fine."

"Is it progressing any farther than making out sessions?" Sarah eyed him carefully.

He frowned, shaking his head. "Oh god, here it comes."

Sarah laughed openly, wagging her finger at his face. She kneeled before him, she couldn't stop laughing. "Now, you know no matter how many times you do it…there has to be protection."

"I'm not hearing this."

"No glove, no love." She laughed and watched Jess get up as he finished getting ready. "Oh no, don't leave…I haven't gotten to the part where you put the condom on the banana."

He shot her a look. "You are very annoying."

She smiled, standing up. "Aww…I know you just love me."

-0-

"I don't understand why your making me do this." Rory stated grumpily, hugging her sweater to her side. "You didn't even let me get changed properly. I'll probably have frost bite because of you."

Lorelai looked over at her daughter with a frown of disapproval. "I don't remember you talking so much. Why are you making such a big deal out of this?"

"Because. You don't speak to me. You don't communicate or even show an ounce of recognition towards me. And…your acting weird, you never used to have this vocabulary…your less greedy."

Her mother stopped walking and turned to Rory. "I'm never greedy."

"I don't even know you, why are you taking me out to breakfast?"

She shook her head, "I am your mother, you know me. It's not like I've been unreachable. I am always there for you, but you never reach out. Anyways, I'm not taking you just to have a nice breakfast."

Rory smiled, the reason of the breakfast finally coming out. She stopped her mother from going any farther and made them sit down on a bench. "As weird as this might be…tell me your reason."

"Well, I got dressed cutely. I'm always working or with Luke. See, when I do see Luke I'm usually in work clothes and it's all tense."

"And…?"

She sighed. "Well, I just want to make a life out of my job, I want to be able to see him. He's always saying that I should spend more time with my children."

"After all these years, you're choosing now to have a life?"

Lorelai bit her lip. "I've always wanted to. I was alive and young when I was with your father."

Rory rolled her eyes at her exaggerating. She leaned back at the bench, looking at the snow. "So what? You're saying that dad sucked out all the happiness out of you?"

"I didn't want a life after love."

"That's crazy."

She narrowed her eyes at her daughter, smirking. "You'll know when it hits you right in the face. It's like a huge cold wind and after it hits you, your left with it until the summer comes."

"And that's when…?"

"The heat is unbearable. You're suffocating every second of the day, and you feel like it's never going to end. Because, after the heartbreak the cold wind doesn't come again."

Rory smiled at her mother. "Is Luke your cold wind?"

"I want him to be," She mused. "But I just don't want summer to come too soon."

She nodded, understanding. Rory was understanding her mom, what was next? She couldn't believe that after all these years her mother was just heartbroken. It's not like she expected that everything would be fixed after that conversation, but it would improve at least.

"Hopefully things will be different from now on." Lorelai nodded. "It's like I've been in a rot for the past years…date after date, work was just getting stressing."

Rory wrinkled her forehead in confusion. "What are you saying?"

She shrugged, "I'll take it one step at a time. Right now, we need to get to the diner before they stop serving breakfast."

"Alright."

They got up from their warm spot and made their way to the diner, leaving Rory to think of the conversation they had just had. When they entered the crowded place, all she could see was a bunch of happy people with overly coated bodies lurking around. She hadn't been in there much, only once or twice.

A woman with blonde, curly hair came up to them immediately, smiling. "Your Lorelai, right? Aw, darling, I've been your neighbor for ages. I remember that this little one used to be playing in our yard."

Rory blushed, "I was only ten."

"It seemed that you wanted to be a tree doctor, always studying those damn things." She chuckled, "I'm Babette."

"I had just moved here, and I was kind of a book worm…so, it's all I could really think to do." She stuck out her hand to greet her. "I'm Rory."

Babette shook her head and hugged both girls, almost suffocating them. "Welcome to the real Stars Hollow. Here's where the fun is."

Lorelai smiled politely. "We'll be sure to make a note." Her eyes wandered over to behind he counter where Luke was standing, smiling at her. "Excuse me." She made her way through the crowd of people asking for coffee and placed a kiss on her boyfriend's lips.

Rory watched from afar, smiling secretly. She found a table right near where she could keep an eye on them. She tapped her fingers against the slightly old table.

"Rory?"

She looked up to see a Korean girl looking at her. "That's me."

The girl smiled brightly. "Lane Kim. I went to Kindergarten with you, I remember the eyes. We used to play a lot, and then you had to go to a private elementary."

"I don't exactly remember." She searched her head for a Lane, mentally kicking herself for not remembering.

Lane sat down at the chair in front of her and shook her head. "Don't worry about it. I'm kind of a freak the way I remember everyone. I don't expect anything."

Rory nodded, "I think I've seen you around town."

"Oh yeah. I'm the one going around with the drum sticks and pounding other people's cars." Lane stated, going on excitedly. "I want to be a drummer someday."

"I wish I could be as ambitious."

"Why?"

She shrugged, "I don't exactly know what I'm going to do."

Lane looked at her newfound friend in disbelief. "You must have an idea. I mean, everyone dreams about something hard enough that it just sticks in your mind that you want to be that."

"Uh…" Rory thought about it deeply. "Well, I guess I've always wanted to write. It's just a hobby, though."

"No, it's good." She smiled.

-0-

Rory stood on their porch that afternoon, it was snowing hard and their front yard was beautiful. It was better to be sitting there in the cold instead of being inside with Charlie, his girlfriend, and August. She shook her head, why must her family be so weird? She could hear the laughs from outside.

She looked out to the driveway and the only thing she could see was the thin layer of snow that had already stuck to the pavement. Rory looked out farther, since it was a small town you could see things down the street. It kind of freaked her out, but it was a useful tool.

"Jess?" Her mouth fell open when she saw him walking towards her from down the street. She got up on her feet and put her hot chocolate down just to run down the street to greet him. "Jess!"

He smirked at her, dropping the duffel bag he had over his shoulder. Rory smiled excitedly and hugged him tightly.

"What are you doing here? I thought you couldn't make it this weekend because you were hanging out with Sarah." Rory still held him with her arms around his neck, but it was mostly to keep herself warm, all she had was a sweater on.

Jess shrugged, "There's supposed to be a huge snow storm on Monday, and I guess that she advised me to come here instead of my house."

She smiled broadly. "You'll be staying?"

"I see someone's excited."

Rory frowned, "Why? Is Sarah coming?"

He rolled his eyes. "I see you have not lost your sense of humor." She laughed and let go of his neck, helping him with his bag. "It'll probably take you down halfway through the walk."

"Hey, empowerment to women. Why can't we carry the bags?" She bent down and placed a hand on the thick straps, she tried lifting it up but it basically pulled her down on top of it. She gave him the puppy eyes, "Help?'

He furrowed a brow, shaking his head. "I thought it was empowerment to the women, not embarrassment to the women."

Rory let out a sigh and stood up on her own, shaking the snow off her blue sweater. "I see you haven't loss your bad sense of humor." She quickly added the word 'bad' dramatically.

"Now, that's really mature."

"I thought so," Rory laughed. "Come on, I'm freezing."

Jess nodded and lifted the duffel bag on his own, throwing a gloating smirk her way. She rolled her eyes and walked ahead of him, wanting to get into the house because of the cold. He looked around at the property and it looked different. Every time he had been there, there was no snow, and it looked a lot less dull. He walked onto the porch and dropped the duffel bag.

She knocked the door with her fist, her knuckles were already white from the cold. "Charlie! Open the door right now!"

Before Rory could get into more of a screaming match with the door, a guy about his age opened the door, with a short redhead under his arm. He looked at Jess with a questioning look. "What? Did you find a male hooker?"

Rory gave him a death glare. "No. He's my--"

"Boyfriend." Jess finished for her, already knowing that he didn't like her brother. The redhead was eyeing him like if he was a piece of meat. "And you are…?"

"Charlie Gilmore. Her brother." Charlie looked over at Rory, who was kind of trapped in the middle of the two of them. "What were you doing out here all this time?"

She sighed, crossing her arms over her chest. "Drinking hot chocolate…and since when do you care, anyway?"

"Since now."

Jess eyed Rory and then Charlie. "Can we come in? I think she's going to turn into a Popsicle."

He pointed a finger at him, "I get to judge that."

She pushed her brother aside. "Oh my god, Charlie. Can you just go back into the living room with August? I really don't feel continuing this great conversation."

"Why does he have a bag? Rory, he is not staying here."

Jess let go of the duffel bag, it falling on the hallway floor. "I think she'll be the judge of that." He replied smartly looking at Rory who was smirking. "Where should I put this?"

"I'll show you to my room."

She took his hand, guiding him through the house. When they passed the living room, up the stairs, August called after Rory. "Hey, do gothic people eat popcorn?" She popped a kernel into her mouth.

"Who cares? Your not gothic."

August frowned, "I am. When will you accept the fact that I'm being worldly?"

"Being gothic is not being worldly," Jess pointed out, not being able to keep his opinion to himself. "Just saying."

Rory shook her head and started heading up the stairs again, they walked down the hallway, past her mom's bedroom, and the bathroom. She opened the door to her room, walking backwards. "What do you think?"

He looked around the room, taking it in little by little. In the middle, there was a queen bed, and all around all that really took your interest were the different books lying around. He saw her school bag on her computer chair, and a bunch of school stuff spread on her desk.

"Quite a library." Jess walked towards the bookcase, it took up most of the wall. He picked up one of the books that were laying on the shelf and examined it. "Hemmingway."

"Yuck. How did that get in there?" Rory walked over to him, snatching the book out of his hands. "August probably put it in here just to bother me."

"Why would it bother you?"

"It's Hemmingway," She said blankly. "I'm not a fan."

He raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Wow. I would have thought that you were more interested in him."

She scrunched up her face in disgust. "No. I find him very dull."

"Dull? The man's a genius."

"I thought you were smarter than that." Rory teased, letting go of the book. She sat down on her bed and sighed, patting the seat next to her. He gladly accepted the invitation and dragged her onto his lap. "I think this is working so far…despite the whole Hemmingway issue."

He furrowed a brow, "I think it's you who has an issue."

"Nuh-uh." She giggled, resting her head on his shoulder. "Do you think this is going to work as far as we go?"

"Depends."

"On what?" She asked, lifting her head off his shoulder.

He shrugged, placing his hands around her waist. "Depends on what your definition of 'work out' is." Jess neared his head closer to her's, he could feel her breathing on his neck. "See, this…" He kissed her softly. "Is what I think is my definition of 'work out.'"

She gave him a happy sigh. "You called yourself my boyfriend."

Jess frowned at her randomness. "Let's not analyze it, okay?"

Rory nodded, pulling him closer again. This time, she lowered her head to kiss him, which resulted him in deepening it. And it wasn't like those kisses on the couch, they weren't passionate or full of emotions, these kisses were the soft, tender ones that made them feel better. It was a whole new emotion for them, her breathing soon became in tune with his'.

She smiled, "That works."

He nodded, smirking widely. "Huh. Learn something new every day."

Thy leaned in again, only to have a loud knock interrupt them. Jess sighed and Rory climbed off of him, opening the door in front of her. "God, Charlie, you better have a really good excuse to come and bother me this time." She exclaimed angrily.

His brother rolled his eyes, "Whatever. Mom's on the phone and she wants to talk to you about this boy."

Rory gave her brother a death glare. "You so called her."

"It's not my fault that her phone number was on speed dial," Charlie smirked.

--

"This is the town square."

"I know."

She looked at him with a frown on her face, "How do you know?"

"I came here before, remember."

"Yes, but you didn't see the whole town. You saw bits and pieces, and bits and pieces doesn't give you the whole Stars Hollow experience," She smiled, taking his hand. "Trust me, it's worth it."

Jess rolled his eyes. "I don't want to be doing this right now."

She stopped walking suddenly, and looked at him with her arms crossed. "And what would you rather be doing?"

He smirked.

"Pig," She hit his shoulder.

He placed both hands on each side of her hips and kissed her deeply, resting his forehead against her's. She matched his smirk and placed her hands on his cheeks, placing little kisses on his bottom lip silently. She took his hand again as she let out a small laugh.

He only looked at her with a smile. "So this is the town square?"

Rory nodded, "Everything happens here, really. At day time, it's much more livelier of course. But, what can you do? Everyone's sleeping." He furrowed a brow. "I know, it's early."

"No, it's not early--" He paused to look at his watch. "—it's seven twenty. Are you kidding me?"

"I kid you not."

Jess sighed, stopping at a bench to sit. She sat next to him, resting her hand on his lap. "So, am I going to get to meet the famous town's people tomorrow morning?"

Rory's eyes widened. "Morning? I'll be sleeping."

"I wake up early…I'll wake you up."

"No you will not," She withdrew her hand. "I'll kill you, I swear."

"You're not going to kill me," He stated, kissing her cheek. "Imagine how dull your life would be without me." She laughed. "How boring would that be?"

Rory nodded in mock agreement. "Oh yeah, it'd be terrible."

"You bet it will be."

She seemed to be thinking about it for a second as she rested her head against his shoulders, shivering. "Don't die."

His smile widened. "Don't plan to." He paused for a second, looking at her tiny body. "Are you cold?"

"I--" Her mouth trembling stopped her from completing the second. "I'm fine."

"I should have known." He shook his head. "You are so fragile that you can't even handle the cold."

She pulled away from him, wrapping her arms around herself. "I am fine, Jess." He wrapped an arm around her.

"You want my jacket?"

"You'll freeze to death, forget it. Remember what I said about not dying?" She involuntarily shook in coldness. "It's just a little cold, that's it."

Jess stood up. "Let's take you home."

Rory shook her head stubbornly, "You want to stay here. I'm not making you go home. I'm fine."

"You know what? Freeze for death, see if I care." He sat back down on the bench and sighed, looking the other way. Then, a few seconds later, he turned back to her. "Rory, come on. Please."

Her teeth chattered as she trembled, her body wasn't feeling great. She nodded weakly and let him help her up. "I'm okay, though. It's just really cold." She knew this didn't help any, but she couldn't take that she was setting Jess back from staying out there.

"You'll feel better when we get back," He assured her.

When they reached the inside of the house, there was silence. Even as they wiped off their shoes from the snowy grounds, nobody stirred. And as they later saw, they were all asleep in front of the TV, with some Natalie Portman movie playing. They turned it off before creeping upstairs. Her mom wasn't home, so she was probably at work.

Without a word, they both fell onto her bed comfortably.

"I think I'm gonna take a shower," Rory groaned as she turned over to face him. He kissed her forehead, nodding. "I'm too tired, though."

He sighed. "I know the feeling." Silence. "I get the bathroom after you."

She rolled over, standing up at the side of the bed. "Or, you could join me?" Rory offered. He simply shrugged, closing his eyes. "Okay, you must really be tired."

Jess made an incoherent noise.

"Sleepy head," She mumbled before heading into the bathroom.

When she returned, the lights were out, and Jess's body still lay on her bed. She crossed her arms over her chest. How was this supposed to work?

She just sat on the bed.

He didn't wake up.

"Jess," She whispered. No response. He was dead asleep. So she laid down, taking a blanket from the end of the bed and pulling it over her shoulders. He stirred for a second.

And she could feel him looking at her. "Hey."

"Hi."

He rubbed his eyes, "I'm a light sleeper."

She gave him a small nod. "Right." Pause. "Were you going to take a shower?" She didn't want it to seem like she was nagging him, or telling him he smelled. She neared him. Actually, it was all the opposite. He smelled comforting. A faint smell of cigarettes, and some really good-smelling soap. It all mashed together into a very like-able Jess smell.

"Uh, yeah—I'll—I'll go do that."

Rory suddenly felt her stomach tighten. "You don't have to if you don't want to. I mean, I was just asking to know if I should get comfortable with--"

"It's good you reminded me. I want to."

She smiled, and placed both hands on his chest. "Go then."

Rory could feel his smirk. "I will." He neared his face to her's, the light on his cheeks. He drew his lips to her's and hovered over her. She pulled him closer to her with her arms and deepened the kiss. A few seconds later of heated kissing, he moved his lips to her stomach, kissing her bellybutton and then moving back up to her neck.

She gave him a happy sigh. Then, a not so happy groan.

He stopped kissing her, and moved away. She clutched her stomach and climbed off the bed, running to the bathroom.

Jess placed a hand on his head, moaning. "Jesus," was all he muttered as he heard a gagging noise.