"Rory?" mom asked on the next day.

"Bathroom" I answered, after spitting in the sink - I was finishing brushing my teeth.

"Oh, thank God it's you! You're not going to believe what happened last night..." she paused, probably waiting for me to say something. I just stared at her through her reflection in the mirror. "An alien pretending to be you tried to get me to believe that you were going to Philadelphia to meet - guess who? - the hoodlum! Well, at first I almost had a heart attack, but now I've realized how funny it is. Isn't it?"

I rolled my eyes. We didn't talk much after my announcement last night. I told her about Jess' book, the open house, the phone call, and about my feelings for him. She said I was going nuts, and that I should think better before taking any chances. I went to sleep mad at her.

"Why do you have to act like it's a bad thing?" I asked.

"Because it is a bad thing, Rory! A really bad thing!"

"Whatever…" I left the bathroom and went to my bedroom, closing the door, and throwing myself on my bed. I didn't care that I was acting like a spoiled child.

She knocked on my door. I didn't answer; I heard her openning it and felt her sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Come on, let's talk about it," she placed her hand on my back. "I really want to understand it. I think I kind of freaked out about the idea of loosing you again; all that time we were apart was extremelly painful to me."

"Jess wrote a book" I started.

"What?" she asked confused. I sat on the bed and looked at her.

"Jess wrote a book. A few months ago, and he went to Grandma and Grandpa's house to show me it in person and thank me, because he said he couldn't have done it without me."

"So... you inspired him?" she asked, raising her eyebrows."

"I guess so."

"Wow. I hope it's not an eroctic book."

"No, it's not," I said, back giving her the book. She took a look at it, surprised, then she looked back at me, waiting for me to continue. "...And we were suppose to have dinner together on the next day, but when we were leaving Logan showed up and started acting like an ass, Jess got upset and fought with me saying all the things everyone have warned me before, that I wasn't being myself anymore and Logan wasn't the right guy for me. And you should thank him because if wasn't him I probably wouldn't be here talking to you."

"Ok, how about breathing now?" she smiled, and after taking I taking a deep breath she added: "First of all, I'll only thank Jess if someday I get cancer and he finds the cure for it. Second, Jess likes you, and he will never think any other person is right for you. Third, I won't try to change your mind, but I must warn you: you're taking a risky shot. He might not share the same feelings as you; he might already have moved on with his life and found someone or you can get back together and he treat you badly all over again." I was about to interrupt her "but, if that happen, I want you to know I'll be here for you."

I decided to drive my car, it wasn't very far and I would need one, anyway. I got there on the afternoon, stopping once for lunch and to get gas. The place wasn't hard to find either. He told me on the phone call he was living upstairs his office, I found out when I got there, that it was like four apartment per floor, I decided to try the first apartment.

"Hey," said a medium-height blond girl.

"Hey," I said back. "I'm Rory Gilmore, and I'm really sorry for bothering you like that, but I was hoping you could help me; I'm looking for Jess Mariano--he works downstairs."

"Oh, it's so nice meeting you!" she said, smilling at me suddenly excited. I looked at her without understanding, "I'm Anne Jordan, and this is Jess' apartment. Please, come in."

This couldn't be more unexpected.

Sorry for the wait. I wrote this chapter a week ago, sent to my beta reader and then went to travel. I'm back now and here's the chapter, the next one won't take so long, I promise (or I hope, at least)

Anyway, you know what's the best Christmas present for a fic writer? Yes, reviews :). Merry Christmas!!