I'll see you in Washington

Disclaimer-Oh yeah, so I'm really Amy Sherman Palladino and when I'm not writing Gilmore Girls-because David Rosenthal has been killed by me-and not basking in my sheer brilliance I like to come onto this little website and make up stories about Gilmore Girls instead of actually making them the actual plotline. Oh, yeah, and I'm queen of the world.

A/N- Hey, I am so so so so so so so sorry this chapter took so long but school started up again and the whole week long I had no time to write. Thank you so much to Just A Girl Of The Hollow x3, hollowgirl22, Literati and naley forever, xliteratiwhorex, Allie, Curley-Q, SquegeeBeckinhiem, and allycat1186. You guys are so amazingly wonderful for sticking through with me. Reviews are the love of my life! My only way to know if I should stop writing instead of continuing is if you-what's that word ladies and gentlemen?-REVIEW! I don't really know what else to say so on with the show-or story.

Chapter 4

Rory was flushed and could barely breathe as she stepped into the waiting elevator. She leaned against the wall and sunk to the floor, burying her head in her hands. What was she doing? Where would this end up? How much longer could he stay here? What did that kiss mean? All these questions flashed through her mind as she groaned and tried to figure out just what she had been thinking. What is this feeling I'm having? She asked herself. Lust-maybe. Love-probably. Desire-it could be. She was so confused. "Oh my god, I know!" said the girly voice that snapped Rory out of her problems. She looked up to see a beautiful blond and a tall, tan brunette staring down at her. She shook off their icy cold stares as she stood up and walked out. The moment she left they erupted in giggles, obviously laughing to her extent. Why didn't Jess go out with one of those girls? They were confident and obviously knew what they were doing and they were pretty and cheerleaderish and the type of girl any guy would want to be with. But that was why she loved Jess, he was so unpredictable and…God, what was she thinking? He wasn't even her…wait, was he now her boyfriend? This was their second kiss but…This was so confusing! Rory decided that now she would go to sleep and think about it another time.

Jess stood there, the thick Washington heat swirling around him. Why did she do this to him? How did she do this to him? One second they're talking about books and the next he can't pull himself away from her. This isn't him. This isn't Jess. This falling in love thing didn't happen to him. Except that it was right now.

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The next morning Rory woke up to realize that she'd had a dream. A dream about her and Jess. A dream where they had done a lot more than just kissing. She knew she shouldn't be thinking this, asleep or not, but it's not like she could control her dreams, could she? Rory rolled over and realized that Paris was no where in sight. Come to think of it, Rory hadn't seen Paris once in the past two days. Where could she be? A loud ca-thunk and an "Oof!" gave Rory the answer. She sat up and watched as Paris made a very ungraceful entrance.

"Oh, I didn't think you'd be up yet." Paris said, flushed.

"How could I still be asleep with that kind of wake-up call?" Rory asked.

"Oh, did I wake you up?"

"No, I was just laying there." Rory answered. "Hey, where have you been lately? I haven't seen you at all for two days straight. At the meeting yesterday I tried to catch you but you ran out so fast that I didn't even see you leave. You haven't been sleeping here at all and you're trying to sneaking in-not very well I might add-every morning. What gives?"

"Oh, you know…just busy with everything going on." Paris replied evasively.

"Busy huh? So busy you can't even fall asleep lest your work time be cut off?"

"Well, fine. I've been with Tristan." Paris confessed.

"Tristan?" Rory repeated, baffled.

"Yeah, I saw him the other day and we talked and…well, long story short, he said that when he was at military school, he couldn't stop thinking about me. Since then we've gotten pretty close."

"I'll say. Sleeping with him and all…" Rory remarked.

"Oh, jeez Rory!" Paris exclaimed.

"Oh, I didn't mean it that way. Sorry. So, this is good right?"

"This is good." Paris replied.

"Well, good." Rory said.

"Good."

"Alright, our conversations are getting extremely repetitive so I'm going to stop this right now."

"Ok." Paris replied.

"So about this president thing today-are we really meeting him?"

"Yeah, we're having dinner with the president tonight. Can you believe that? It's supposedly really fancy and we're supposed to look really nice." Paris said.

"Crap! I don't have any nice clothes here. Wait, it's tonight?"

Paris nodded and Rory immediately rushed to her closet and began getting dressed.

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"Luke?"

"Jess?" Luke asked.

"Yeah. Hi. You said to call. I'm calling" Jess said.

"Oh. Okay well, Jess, I need you back here in two days. I gave you a break but more than five days is too long. Caesar quit and I have no help."

"But…" Jess said but was cut off by Luke.

"No buts, I expect to see you at this diner two days from now. Bye Jess."

Jess couldn't believe this. Just when things with him and Rory started up he was getting pulled away. He remembered the feeling of loneliness he had felt before he'd come here. He was going to be right back where he started. Great, just great. He opened his door and decided to go and get some breakfast. When he reached the bottom floor he saw Rory walking out.

"Rory, hey, Rory wait up!" Jess called out. Rory turned and when she saw who was coming towards her a quick wave of heat flowed through her.

"Hey." He said.

"Hey." She replied, remembering the previous night's events.

"I was going to go get something to eat and check out the town for a while. You want to come with me? You could play tour guide." He proposed.

"Oh, well, I have to go clothes shopping. Sorry." She said, her look apologetic. He got it right away, Rory wanted to take back what had happened last night. She was trying to avoid him. Rory didn't go shopping; she was just trying to get away from him. It had all seemed too good to be true. He gave her an incredulous look.

"Hey, if you don't want to be around me you could just say so." And then he walked away.

"Jess, no, it's not like that at all. I'm having dinner with the president tonight and I need to get a dress or something. I would much rather be doing something with you. I swear." She said, her tone pleading Jess to understand. He stopped and turned around.

"The president huh?"

"Yeah, and the vice president and his-what are their names? The Cupboard? The Shelf?" She thought for a moment. "Oh, the Cabinet! Yeah, that's the name. So…yeah."

Jess looked her, his eyes laughing at her innocence. "Ok then, have fun shopping for Mr. President."

"Oh, I will." She said sarcastically. "I'll probably see you later."

"Yeah." And that was the end of their conversation. He silently scorned himself for not telling Rory that he was leaving. She had to find out eventually. He couldn't just leave, that would be the worst thing he could possibly do. No, he would tell her next time he saw her. Jess never thought he'd regret seeing Rory Gilmore but right now he was.

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"So, tell me more about Tristan." Rory said to Paris as she slipped on her black strappy kitten heels.

"Well, he looks pretty much the same and he's living here in Washington in this amazing penthouse apartment. He did so well at military school the instructors let him leave. He hasn't spoken to his dad once since he got sent away but he's talked to his mom a few times. He goes to Conrad High School and his mom pays for him to go there." Paris said, zippering up the back of her magenta colored square necked dress.

"Really, wow. I hope I can see him sometime. Are you and him…?" Rory asked.

"A couple? Not really. I mean so far it's just a good friendship that I don't want to screw up so no, not yet. Plus, I've got Jamie." Paris replied. "What time is it?"

"It is…6:23. We've got to leave in like three minutes to go meet Mrs. Doslin and leave." Rory said. She put on a small amount of makeup, pulled her hair up and did one last mirror check. "Let's go."

"Wait, where are my note cards?" Paris cried.

"Note cards?"

"Yeah, you know-conversation ideas. I had 12 of them, where did they all go?" Paris asked wildly searching the room.

"Paris, I don't know but we've got to go." Rory said.

"You leave, I'll meet you down there, just don't drive off without me." Paris instructed.

"You sure?" Rory asked tentatively.

"Yes, Go!" Paris yelled and Rory obliged, quickly stepping out of the room. As she shut her door she heard another click just down the hall. Rory turned her head to see Jess walking out of his room, looking troubled. When his eyes met hers he sucked his breath and froze.

Her dress was a deep red spaghetti strapped V-neck. Its tight top was torturing Jess and he ripped his eyes away to take in the rest. The skirt fell loosely and her heels were small, black, strappy and sweet. Her hair was in a high ponytail, baring her beautiful neck to him. Her porcelain skin glowed and the vision of her was almost too much for him.

"Hey again." Rory said quietly. She knew that look he was giving her now. It was the look she loved but she knew was incredibly dangerous at the same time. She craved this look but shied away from it all the same. He looked good, really good. She suddenly didn't want to go to dinner at all. She wanted to stay here with Jess forever and have him look at her like this all night long.

"Hey." He said, his voice deep and unsafe. They slowly walked towards the elevator and when the doors opened they stepped in wordlessly. "You look good." He said finally and it was the truth. She looked more than good, she looked amazing.

"Thanks." She said softly, a blush rising to her cheeks. She looked downward, trying to avoid his gaze but it was impossible.

Her childish antics were incredibly seductive to him. He wanted to pull her to him and kiss her with an extreme ravish and force. Of course he couldn't do that. This was Rory, untouchable Rory. The Rory he had to stay away from. But he couldn't, she was just too beautiful. Especially tonight, here, in this elevator next to her. This image would haunt him forever. He examined her face closer and realized that she looked older, more matured. He liked this Rory. He then remembered that had to tell her he was leaving. The elevator's Ding interrupted his thoughts and he sighed as the doors opened and they were forced to step out. What was wrong with him? He didn't even know. He slowly said goodbye in his head to Rory as she walked away to an older looking woman and took one last long look at her, hoping to savor this image forever.

AN: Hey, so there's the 4th chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. Just because I'm sticking Tristan in this story does not mean it will be a Trory-which it won't. I know that this chapter was just kind of fluff but there will be more Rory/Jess interaction next chapter. I will probably take a while to write the next one. I'm sorry I'm so slow but school makes it hard for me to have time. Of course, who can write a story without ReVeIwS???-Subtle enough for you?

X0x0x-Chloe