Disclaimer: I own Phoebe, Paige, Jamie, and Paige's friends.

A/N: So as you see, last chapter was named Rory because it was Rory's POV. This chapter will be Jess' POV, and maybe next chapter will be normal. It depends on what people like the most. So thank you for the reviews! I hope you enjoy!

All you need to know:

- Rory and Jess never dated, but have been best friends since they were kids.

- Rory went to Yale when she graduated and Jess went off to travel. Still kept in touch, but not as much.

- Both twenty-four.

I got my inspiration from the movie My Best Friend's Wedding and Brown Sugar. Never seen it? Its okay, you'll get it.

And by the way I want to give a special thanks to my BETA: Just A Girl Of The Hollowx3 AKA Cat.

Sitting on the couch editing, I listen to Paige and her friend's talk about the wedding details. She loves doing this kind of stuff. Paige is a wedding planner or designer or whatever the hell she calls it. So crap like this is her specialty.

Paige and her friends have been planning her dream wedding since she was nine years old. For some reason, my mind goes straight to Rory when we were nine. The only big plans she had were graduating from Harvard and getting her license. I chuckle a little at the thought of her driving test.

My fiancé looks up at me from her place on the ground, "What? You don't like the idea of pink roses?"

I snap my head up, "Oh no, no, I was thinking about something else." I smile at her slightly and turn my head back to the manuscript in front of me.

Before I could get deep into the story Paige's friend, Michelle directs a question towards me. "So, Jess, the maid of honor is supposed to make out with the best man. So tell me, is your best man married? Or is he even cute?"

I can't help but let a burst of laughter flood out of my mouth. I don't think I have laughed this hard since I was escorting Rory in her 'coming out' event. We were sixteen then. When I finally start calming my laughter down I notice not only Michelle, but Paige, Clarissa, and Trisha are looking at me funny.

I clear my throat, "Sorry, it's just … I guess I didn't mention it. My best man is my best friend; therefore, my best man is Rory."

Paige spits out her drink, "What?! Why didn't you tell me?!" She's smiling, "I've been waiting to meet her!"

"Wait, wait, wait … your best man is a woman?" Michelle asks, looking at me as if I had three heads.

"Well, my best friend is a woman. She is one of the most important people in my life. She is going to have an important role in my wedding." I'm getting slightly agitated and they can tell by the tone in my voice.

Michelle simply nods and looks back into the book for flowers. I look back at my manuscript. I feel Paige's eyes burning into me, but I don't look up. I don't want her to see the doubtful look in my eyes.

Every time I think of Rory being even remotely close to my wedding I get a nauseous feeling in my stomach. I've been in love with Rory since before I can even remember. She was always too good for me, though. I mean, she went to a big private school and I went to a public high school. The number of students in my whole school was about the number of students in her graduating class.

Her last name was well-known in high society. My last name was well-known in the police station. She always had dates with the prep boys in her school and my dates were girls who would give it up, easily. But boy was I in love with her, I might still be in love with her, but I have to move on. After all of these years I've kept my feelings hidden, but I've showed them just a tiny bit. She never got the hint.

All of the sudden Paige's high-pitched voice matched with her friends' became absolutely annoying. I groan, frustrated, and slam my manuscript down. "I cannot get anything done with your giggling and talking. I told you guys I had work to do," I snap at them and stand up.

Walking back into the kitchen, I mumble to my dog, Bee, "Why the hell did I agree to them using my apartment?"

My black lab looks up at me and then lays her head back down. I smirk slightly at the thought of me actually thinking she'd answer me this time. I grab a bottle of water out of the fridge and walk into my bedroom, Bee walking close behind.

The next morning I wake up to my cell phone buzzing off the table. I open my eyes and catch it before it drops. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I flip it open and answer, "Hello?"

"When are you getting down here?" I smirk at the voice on the other line.

"Hi Lorelai," I say, still smirking and laughing slightly.

"You know I had to hear about you getting married from Rory first and then Luke. Why didn't you just pick up the phone and call me?" There is a pause as I yawn.

I answer, "Sorry, I've been busy since I proposed. Paige and her friends are always over here. I just haven't gotten the chance to let anyone know. The only reason I told Rory and Luke is because they are in the wedding. Liz knows because Luke forced me to call her. So again I will apologize."

"Don't apologize just come home soon. I want to meet the bride and Rory is dying to meet her. She's running around trying to make everything perfect for your wedding. She even bought the town square out for the evening, for your reception."

I chuckle at the thought of Rory's habit to make everything perfect, "I figured she'd do something big to make up for her reaction. She did not sound happy." I emphasize on not hoping she gets my point.

"Well, you know Rory. Change makes her nervous, Jess. When you guys graduated she went into like some mental breakdown at the thought of being separated. Not only from you, but from me."

I smirk and sit straight up in my bed, resting my right palm on my head, "I know, but she'll … like Paige. I hope."

"I'm sure we will. Come down here soon."

"I'm coming down today, I think." I say, getting out of bed.

"Good." She hangs up and I am not surprised by her blunt goodbye or her … no goodbye. She does it all of the time. She'll call me whenever she wants to and then when she hangs up it will be quick without any form of goodbye.

Rory's mother was like a mother to me. We had fights like a mother and son would and we also had a bond that a mother and son would. She would even have hard time choosing sides when Rory and I fought.

Walking into the bathroom, I glance at the picture on the nightstand. It's a picture of Paige and I at her grandparent's fiftieth wedding anniversary. I pick up the frame and open the back. I take out the picture behind the one of Paige and me. It's one of Rory and me at a baseball game on her twentieth birthday. We both hated sports, but Luke had got four tickets so we all went anyways.

I was never angry when I looked at the picture before, but now when I look at it I'm furious. How dare Paige cover up one of the best days of my life with the day I got stung by a red wasp and got sent to the hospital? Unfortunately, I was allergic to wasps. I put the back on again and set the picture down. Walking into the bathroom, I think about going to Stars Hollow. I'm really ready to see Rory. I miss her more than I thought I did.

We arrive in Stars Hollow a little later then planned due to Paige having to get her hair just right. I walk Paige to the diner, "Stay in here, okay? Tell Uncle Luke when he comes out that you're my fiancé and I'll come back in like an hour."

"How do I know who Luke is?" She asks, looking around the diner. We still haven't really talked about me getting so angry last night, but I think we're okay.

"He'll be wearing a flannel shirt and backwards hat." I sigh, "You'll recognize him." I kiss her quickly, "Be back soon."

I knew Rory would be at the bridge. I walk up and see her figure. She was leaning over and looking at her reflection. Smirking, I walk over to her taking slow strides. She must have heard me, because she looked up and smiles. "Jess!" She screams and jumps up.

I smile as she jumps on me and hugs me so tight I can't breath, "Hey Ror," I say, breathing in her scent. Coffee, the clean 'shower fresh' smell, and she even oddly smells like baby powder.

"I've missed you so much!" She clings to me and doesn't pull back. Her arms are resting on my shoulders and her head is under my chin.

I hold onto her tightly, we haven't been this close since the day we hugged before we left home and ventured out into the real world, "I've missed you, too." I say into her soft brown hair.

She finally pulls back and looks up at me, smiling, "Where is that fiancé of yours? I have to meet her. See if she is good enough for my Jess." She winks at me and hooks her arm into mine.

"Please, do not interrogate her. Your mother and my mother will already be doing that." I say, bumping into her slightly.

She laughs as we make our way off of the bridge, "That's because your mother will always love me more than any girl you bring home. Face it."

"True," I deadpan, but smirk a little. Mothers know best.

"By the way, I have a date for your wedding." She smiles, obviously trying to hide her laugh. The thought of having to see her with another guy makes me queasy, but then again I am with another girl.

"Who?" I ask, "Can I meet him?"

She smiles, "Her name is Phoebe and no I have not turned on you. I just wanted her to come; she's my best friend up there in New York."

I gasp, pretending to be offended, "You mean she's taken my role as best friend?"

"Never. I promise, no matter what she says you will be the maid of honor in my wedding. Or matron actually." She chuckles, "And if you think I am joking … I'm not."

I shoot her a playful glare as we get closer to the diner. When we are at least three feet from the diner she stops and looks in.

"Is that her?" She asks, nodding her head to a girl with dark hair sitting at the counter.

"Yup," I say before tugging her inside to meet my future bride. She follows behind and I can't help but feel that she has an almost … upset look on her face. I get to the door, but before I open up I look back at her. She automatically covered her features with an obvious fake smile. I can read her like a book.

Then it hit me … is Rory not happy that I am getting married?

A/N: So here it is! Hope you enjoyed and as I said before... next chapter could be in Normal POV. Review, please?