Why must life get in the way of writing fan fiction? Honestly, it's so rude! ;) In any case, I'm finally getting around to posting the next chapter for all you fine people who have hung around this long. I hope you'll continue reading. I'm very excited by some future chapters that I have written but I need to get through a few chapters before I can post those. And I'm getting so impatient!

I also hope that you'll continue to post comments. Please let me know what you think! Comments are why I write these things. When I write, I feel like I'm sharing a little bit of myself. When I don't get comments, it's like trying to have a conversation with a person who just stares blankly back at you. I have no idea what they're thinking! It's like Jess on the bridge in They Shoot Gilmores. Rory has confessed but what is he thinking? Does he love Rory back or is he going to stay with Shane? Rory doesn't know until he speaks! So, please, tell me what you're thinking? Pretty please? :D For example, what is your favourite stanza so far? Any comment is great! Thanks!

Now on with our story…

2.16

Now Luke and Jess lived in very close quarters
And there'd be no help from bins and from sorters.
The only solution would be an enlargement.
So now came the time to expand their apartment.

Though work on the building was called a construction,
To all in the diner it seemed a destruction.
Through sawing and banging and loud overhauling
The noise was high-pitched and ceiling was falling.

To all that dared enter into the debris,
The chance to be pelted was sure guarantee.
And Luke was in uproar! To add to his gripes,
Beyond their arrangement, they had to move pipes!

To walk through the diner did fill Jess with dread
Since, as any would, he valued his head.
So, while he passed by, Jess swiped a hard hat.
(The novice who owned it searched this way and that.)

The only delights Jess had on this day
Were thoughts that with Rory he'd made some headway.
If love of that Dean the girl could still swear,
Then why would she worry if Jess should "care-care"?

In Rory's good heart had started to brew
Attraction for Jess. Of this our Jess knew.
If she would leave Dean, then Jess would swoop in
Since love in his heart did by now begin.

To woo her some more, then Jess had a thought.
So upstairs he went; a gadget he got.
Since chaos was bad and multiplied steady,
If Rory came in, then Jess would be ready.

Then soon after noon the Gilmores came in
And Jess heard their chatter above all the din.
Then Luke chased Lor out, when once her phone rang.
(As if one could hear it above all the clang!)

Since Jess had been waiting to catch her alone
And quick, from the diner, her mother had flown,
So now was the time for overture made:
To offer to Rory an umbrella's shade.

With beauty far greater than porcelain doll
And biggest blue eyes, she took parasol.
The gaze they both shared, ere Luke cut it short,
Secured in his faith that, with him, she'd consort.

When finished the call, her mother returned
And likeable facts Jess speedily learned:
The mother would leave precious daughter alone
And Rory, this weekend, would spend on her own.

So quick was his mind to conjure some schemes
Of treasured time spent with she of his dreams.
A future was planned. Some groundwork was laid.
And, true to his course, our Jess remained staid.

Perhaps it was daft, perhaps a long shot
That with her, that night, her Dean would be not.
Whatever his fate, Jess must take the chance
To see if there's more beyond just a glance.

Jess, just to secure and augment his fortunes,
Assembled an order of epic proportions.
More likely the invite, the greater the size.
So just to ensure it, he added more fries.

Then, through the town's streets, Jess carried the box
And worked on a plan her wits to outfox.
And as he arrived, kept eye out for Dean
But never the once was that other seen.

Then, once though her door, his manner was clever
To wrangle an invite with witty endeavour.
With twists in his favour, his pulse had excited
That, though he had rigged it, she had invited.

Next shed he his jacket with thoughts so serene
And by all accounts his pleasure was keen
Since rare was the chance to get her alone.
But then Rory chose to have chaperone.

So, though they'd no longer amount to a twosome,
He would not allow this turn to defuse him.
As openings came he shouldn't be picky.
This Paris's presence just made it more tricky.

So then they all gathered about the small table
To talk of some topics they all were quite able
And dine on the fare that Jess had made happen
And, with food for thought, their souls to soon fatten.

To show wayward Paris her standpoint was moot,
The two then united in common pursuit.
In making his point, he caught Rory's eye
And straight to his heart her reaction did fly.

Then, through Rory's speech, some thoughts she delivered
To offer an angle he hadn't considered.
And, just as the Fates had gladly predicted,
The two, for this talk, became quite addicted.

To hear her debate, his agreement or not,
Was something that stirred him and made him quite hot.
Then something then happened which he hadn't planned.
For this fervent girl, his love grew more grand.

And, when he did add onto her opinion,
The look on her face was of love's dominion.
Her gaze held him close and told him a story:
The depth of her heart held him in a glory.

But when the phone rang and she took it aside,
He feared it was done. To this then he sighed.
He knew when she started to fret and kowtow
That 'no one' was on his way over right now.

Mere minutes before, she'd set him aglow.
Such was his ardour he wished not to go!
And it was the same; he saw in her eyes.
She said he should leave. He saw through her guise.

So Jess laid it on and pulled out all stops.
His schemes and delays sprung up like good crops.
His fervent resolve would only then weaken
When once she admitted, behind it, her reason.

And next through the door she finally pushed him.
And what his eyes found momentarily shushed him.
'Twas Dean that their gazes, at once, sorely met
And he was as angry as Dean knew to get.

The look in Dean's eyes did stop Rory cold.
Of hate and betrayal their story they told.
Besieged in regret, her thoughts through her tore:
Why on this earth had they used the front door!

And then it got worse: Jess started to taunt
And proof of his presence did set out to flaunt.
Ere long did Jess tease to towering brute,
"You brought some ice cream. That's just so darn cute!"

His hatred of Dean was strongly devout
Thus did Jess wish to sow seeds of doubt.
So Jess laid it thick, ere he went away,
And hoped that their break-up would work out OK.

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