A special thank you goes out to Jessjunky who has provided inspiration for this story and, as my most loyal reviewer, has drawn me out of the depths of discouragement a few times now. Reviews really do make it more exciting to write because I get to share my enthusiasm for the characters with other like-minded people. It's also nice to know that someone appreciates the effort that goes into the process. Thanks again to Jessjunky and to my other anonymous reviewer! You're the best! *hugs*

2.15

The Fates watched this date with daydreams of wonder
And plotlines of romance oft did they ponder.
Excite for the match they'd hardly contain
But patience a virtue that they must maintain.

So Jess held the bracelet and kept it in secret.
A token so treasured, he couldn't not keep it.
A memento's reminder of that special day
When, with him, she went and, with him, did stay.

And so it remained for least a fortnight
'Til Lorelai agreed to slough off her spite,
To throw open wide mistrusting's mean shutters,
And deigned to give Jess a job with her gutters.

'Twas Rory's insistence which brought on this change
(For Lorelai the offer of work to arrange).
And, for that agreement, young Rory was eased.
And Lorelai thought her entirely too pleased.

As not much gets past the wit of Lorelai,
She fixed on her daughter her eaglest-eye.
Said elder Gilmore, "And why so important?
Why, for this Jess, do you need my endorsement?"

The Fates listened closely to hear the reply
To see if the truth, from Rory, would fly.
The truth being that he'd won her attention
And sometimes she thought of him with an affection.

To admit all her feelings about the new fellow,
To Rory's young palette, Clotho added yellow.
Since, as does the light on bright sunny days,
Yellow brings clarity, and doubts it allays.

But Rory set out on her own subtle mission
To plead that her mother would see her position
And see, in this Jess, a worthy pursuit—
But reasons for which admit not the root.

With questions to Rory her mother did grill
'Til answers in ramblings from Rory did spill,
"Since we, to the diner, go most every day,
It just seems to me to be nicer that way."

But staid was her mother, as she'd witnessed trends.
"Is that all this is? But aren't you two… friends?
I know that you like him. I'm sure that you do.
But just cause that's so, doesn't mean I have to."

Then time crept on forward, as Rory mused on it.
(Truth tried to emerge, like bees from her bonnet.)
Despite the new yellow her thread did now don,
Several days later she'd still not caught on.

So, later that week, he knocked on her door.
And still was she blind, as she'd been before.
He spoke to her deftly and facts did reveal.
(But to her dear mother those facts would conceal.)

And then he surprised her, a segue not there,
When swiftly he asked if she'd changed her hair.
To any around her the truth would be known
Why clearly his comment had nervousness sown.

Then Lorelai joined them beside the doorway.
The three of them stood within the foyer.
The eldest attempted discussion inspire
But Jess stayed succinct, as I mentioned prior.

Now Rory, to Jess, had similar plea:
To act with her mother the way he could be,
To keep up the chat without any lull
By uttering words more than one syllable.

Her reasons she gave in manner so bumbling,
By saying, then naying, and mumbling something
'Bout whether he liked or happened to care.
And, though she backtracked, he was quite aware.

A struggle so darling deserved the reply
That, though it might fail, at least he would try.
And Rory rejoiced that inroads be made,
A basis to start, a foundation laid.

Her work there then done, to town did she sail
To meet with her Dean and hit a book sale.
And there did they both two hours while away
As she grew excited and he grew blasé.

Poor Dean had no love for this shopping spree
While she was just brimful of ultimate glee!
She wanted to share with him all her good finds.
But, for this discussion, they were separate minds.

Knew Rory, with Dean, a disparity
Where would be, with Jess, solidarity.
As much as she knew she shouldn't compare,
Comparisons were, regrettably, there.

When Jess shopped for books, it sparked dissertation
And pertinent humour, profound conversation.
And this, with her Dean, was nothing like that,
When all of her starters, towards him, fell flat.

She shopped for some more at Dean's kind insisting,
'Til Dean did there notice her bracelet was missing.
Soon back to her house, distraught, the girl fled
So bracelet and forearm could once again wed.

It was on that day that Jess ascertained
Who'd made the bracelet that he had obtained.
He thought with disgust, "Was it not obscene
To keep hold of a bracelet made by that Dean?"

And she was near tears in search of its being.
She tore through the house and still not it seeing.
She spoke to Jess then, as deeply depressed.
At once did he know what would be for the best.

To see Rory happy was all that Jess wanted,
Though promise to Dean the bracelet flaunted.
So both to save Rory, as bracelet's disgrace,
It went where she'd find it: a new hiding place.

Jess went in her room and briefly sojourned
And, as it so happened, her mother returned.
So he, from the room, himself did subtract.
Still Lorelai caught him just after the act.

Then Lorelai lectured, the truth still unseen,
That keeping the bracelet hurt Rory not Dean.
Poor Jess had his patience but quickly he heated.
Said, "Maybe this Dean will soon be unseated!"

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