Lorelai, Anna, and Rory are sitting at a table. Lorelai and Anna eating breakfast with Rory watch them. "How are the eggs?

"Good," Lorelai told her.

"I'm glad." Rory stares.

"Mines go great with my pancakes." Anna put a fork full of pancakes soaked in egg yolk into her mouth.

"I'm still glad." Rory nods.

Lorelai put her fork down to tell her, "Look freak, we will not be late."

"It's the first day of school. I wanna get there early." To Rory, the first day of school was an exciting time.

"We will be there early, I promise." Lorelai went back to eating her breakfast.

"I have different classes this year, my routes aren't the same. I haven't found the quickest path around. And my locker, they moved it, so I don't even know if it'll work properly and then I'll have to get a new one and God knows how long that'll take or where it'll be and that could send the whole day into chaos." She rants. Lorelai and Anna smiled at her. "I'm just excited." She smiled. This year, she would get to write for the paper.

Lane walked into the diner and came over to their table. "Oh, thank God, you haven't left yet."

"Nope, what's up?" Rory looks up at her.

She pulls a chair up to their table. "Well, I found the greatest record store in the world. It's ten minutes from your school and I'm wondering how much you love me."

"Address." Rory grabs a paper from her backpack.

"Record Breaker Incorporated, 2453 Berlin Turnpike." Lane gave the address she memorized. She didn't want to write it down and have her mother find it.

"Got it. Place your order now." Rory said after she finished writing the address.

She pulled out The Mojo Collection, a book of the best albums from her backpack. She opened it to the first post-it. "Okay, Charles Mingus, The Black Saint and the Sinner Lady." Anna hums in approval, while Rory writes it down. "The Sonics, Here are the Sonics."

"Burn me a copy. Next." Rory nods.

"MC5, Kick Out the Jams. Fairport Convention, Liege, and Lief. BeeGees, Odessa." She turns to the page with post-its on it.

"BeeGees, really?" Rory raises an eyebrow.

"Well, Mojo says." She tapped the book cover.

"So it must be true." Rory smiled.

"Okay, that's it. Now if I could just find a copy of Whistler, Chaucer, Detroit, and Greenhill, I will finally be done with the sixties." She smiled in joy at the music coming to her.

"I can get there today, tomorrow at the latest," Rory promised.

"I love it when you go back to school." Lane smiled. The doorbell rang and in came Taylor leading his troop of boy scouts. Anna raised an eyebrow wondering if it was really necessary for Taylor to be in uniform too.

"Me too." Rory smiled in excitement for the new year. "Hey!" She yelled at her mother who got up and was about to leave her line of vision.

"I am getting donuts for later. As soon as I do, I will take you to school and the nice men in the white coats will pick you up." Lorelai put a hand on her daughter's shoulder.

"I'll come with. I want a to-go coffee." Anna stood up. They walk over to the counter where Taylor is standing there with the group of Boy Scouts.

"Everybody, listen up. Decide what you want, place your order, and then proceed to the end of the line." Taylor tried to keep order but the boys weren't having it.

"I want a burger." A boy raised his hand.

"I want grilled cheese." Another raised his.

"Me too." A boy in the back yelled.

"And I want fries, and make them really really crispy." The boy that ordered the grilled cheese said.

"I want mine crispy too." The boy that ordered the burger said.

"You didn't order fries." Grill Cheese told him.

"So?" Burger wondered what it mattered.

"So you can't order crispy fries without first ordering fries." Luke, who was making a new pot of coffee, spoke up.

"Why not?" Burger whines.

"Because you can't make something crispy that doesn't exist," Luke told him.

"Why not?" Burger repeats.

"Get him away from me, Taylor." He looks at the adult who brought them in.

"Have some respect. These boys have just completed the first leg of their outdoor survival training." Taylor looks down at the children who were beaming with pride.

"Meaning you had them sit under a tree and glue rocks together for two hours." Luke wasn't impressed.

"You're a very jaded man, Luke. What happened to you as a child?" Taylor asked.

"Some creepy guy in shorts and knee socks tried to sit me under a tree and glue rocks together for two hours. Put that down!" He scolded the child who took the glass dome off the doughnuts.

"Why?" He asked.

"The probability of you having grandchildren is pretty low right now," Anna whispers to her mother. Lorelai giggles amused at Luke getting frustrated.

"Because otherwise, you're going under it." He threatened.

"I won't fit." He looks at the small case.

"Oh, yes you will." Luke nods.

"Hey, donuts please," Lorelai yelled.

"We were here first!" Burgers yelled at her.

"Hey! Don't yell at my mother." Anna glares at the bratty child.

"She is not being fair." He crossed his arms.

"Life not fair, kid. Get used to it." She rolls her eyes at the child before yelling at Luke. "To-go-coffee."

"Chocolate, cinnamon, and sprinkles," Lorelai yells out her order.

The phone rings making Anna, Lorelai, and the kids groan as Luke goes to answer it. "All of you pipe down." He glares at them.

"Grumps, huh?" Lorelai looks down at the children that agreed with her.

"Yeah, I'm working. What do you think I'm doing? Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Oh man, what did you do? Excuse me, are you serious? Just like that, huh?" Luke spoke on the phone.

Lorelai goes behind the counter and gets her donuts. Anna went behind it to pour her coffee. "Hey, Mr. Doose. They're not supposed to do that." Grilled cheese pointed at them.

"That's right. They are breaking the rules, and people who break the rules end up very lonely with no friends because they have become society's outcasts." He lectures.

"Planning on burning a little Huck Finn after lunch, Taylor?" Lorelai scoffs to get a confused look from him. She put the money in the register. She and Anna walked back to the customer side of the counter before Luke could scold them.

Luke's yelling made them look over at him."This is unbelievable! You won't ever change, will you?. . Okay, fine. Do what you want, make the arrangements. Now I'm working, we'll finish this later." He hangs up the phone.

"Is everything okay?" Lorelai asked.

"Do you have a sister?" Luke asked.

"Um, no." She shook her head.

"I do." Anna and Burger raised their hands.

"You have my sympathies." He nods to them.

"Thanks. I appreciate that." Burger smiles.


Anna was at her new locker, she was going a different route of decorating it this year. She was putting up a chalkboard contact paper before putting the magnetic pencil holder on. She grabbed the white cloth pin she glued magnets to the back to hold pictures onto her locker door. They were from over the summer: Her, Rory, and Lorelai at Harvard, Lane at the DJ booth at Lorelai's engagement party, and Apricot curled up on her lap.

Paris with her two goons came over to her. "So, I see you two are really broken up." She nods over to Tristan hollering at girls with Duncan and Bowman.

Anna thought it would be more heartbreaking when she saw him doing his own thing, but watching him act like a disgusting pig she felt nothing. It was like watching a stranger. "I knew you wouldn't be able to keep him tame for long." Paris rubs it in her face.

She shrugs and closes her locker. "At least I can say I had him at all. That something you can't say about anyone." She walks around the glaring teens to head to her first class, photography.


Rory and Anna were sitting down on a bench reading before the newspaper meeting started. In her photography class, she learned she could get extra credit by being a photographer for Franklin. They looked over at the door when they heard voices inside. They got up to go in and see several students and a teacher sitting at a table. "Pick a side, people. Oh, Rory, Anna." Paris looks over them.

"Hey," Rory said.

"Nice of you to join us, Miss Gilmores." The teacher smiles at them.

"I thought we were starting at four," Rory said the time Paris told her.

"No, we start at 3:15 sharp." She corrected her.

"Look, we're wasting time here." Paris looks at them bored. Anna glares at the revengeful teenager.

"Take a seat Miss Gilmores." She pointed at the empty chairs.

"Sorry." They took the seats.

"Okay, so we were just finishing up handing out the first assignments. Now, Rory, Anna, unfortunately, since you guys got here so late, most everything of interest has been given out." Paris fakes a sad look.

"Why I'm shocked," Rory said dryly.

"Wait, wait, just let me check my list here. There might be something left for you. Okay, well, here, they're paving the new parking lot tomorrow." She looked down at her paper.

"And?" Anna asked.

"And you guys can cover it." She told them.

"Cover what?" Rory asked.

"The paving process." She knew she had to come up with something to force them to take this article.

"You're serious?" Rory glares.

"Absolutely. I'm sure there's an angle there somewhere. Is it environmentally safe? What are the financial ramifications? Should brick have been considered, especially taking into account the architecture of the building?" She went on with different topics, so Rory couldn't refuse it.

"Yeah yeah, I get the idea." She nods.

"But hey, if you think this is below you, you can always wait until the next issue. You can just use this time to get a manicure." She shrugs.

"That's okay." Rory wasn't going to let her win.

"Maybe get a massage." She suggested.

"Don't worry about us, Paris. We are well-balanced women. We can do it all. We'll have the article and photo done, along with our nails, and a massage." Anna gave the girl a mocking smile.

"Okay, good. Well then, I guess that's it." Paris was happy to give them the shit end of the stick.

Everyone gets up from the table. Paris went to a computer and started typing. Rory and Ana walk over to her. "Problem, Miss Gilmore?" She didn't look away from the computer.

"Nope, no problem at all. I love this assignment." Rory smiled at her.

"I'm glad." She kept her eyes on the screen.

"I'm gonna write the greatest piece on pavement you've ever read." She promised.

"I hope so." Paris looks at the layout for the upcoming paper.

"And next week, when you give me the scoop on the new copper plumbing installation, I'm gonna be just as thrilled." Rory let her know she wasn't going anywhere.

"I like a team player." Paris finally stood up to look at her.

"And no matter how many crappy, stupid, useless assignments you throw at me, I'm not going to quit and I'm not going to back down. So you can go home tonight and think about the fact that no matter what you do and no matter how evil you are, at the end of the year, on my high school transcript, it's going to say that I worked on The Franklin. So, if you'll excuse me, I have some reading to do on the origins of concrete." She gave her a smile before walking away. Anna followers her.

"A thousand words on my desk on Tuesday," Paris yelled at her back.

When the door closed behind them, Anna pulled Rory into a hug. "I have never been more proud."

"I'm going to do so well, she'll look like a bad editor for giving me such a lousy story to cover." Rory smiled with a determined look in her eyes.

"I will get you the perfect before and after pictures." Anna let her go to hooked arms with her. They walk down the hallways to see Max is coming from the other direction. They stop in front of each other, then awkwardly turn around to go the other way. Paris watches from the classroom window.


Rory and Anna walk into Lukes. Rory went to the counter as Anna walked to go to Luke's apartment to get the picture developing supplies that Rachel left for her. Lorelai tried to call to warn her of the stranger up there but she didn't stop. Anna swings up the door to see a handsome teenage boy laying down on the couch. "Who are you?" She looked him up and down. He was wearing jeans, a long-sleeved camo shirt with a blue vest. He had black hair, a nice jawline, with deep brown eyes.

"Considering you barge into my apartment, I should be asking that." He sat up.

"I'm Anna, I work for Luke. And you are what, his long lost son?" She stepped into the apartment and closed the door behind her. She kept her eyes on him.

"Nephew." He corrects.

"That explains the loud conversation with his sister." She nods and walks over to the closet to get the box of supplies.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"I don't tell my business to people who won't even tell me their names." She took a large book out of her bag to rearrange it, so she could put the chemicals in.

"A Storm of Swords by George R. R. Martin." He got up to pick up the 973-page novel. "You're almost done. Isn't it any good?" He looks at the bookmark that was towards the end.

"If you like timed fantasy stories that have wild sex and violence it's amazing." She looks through the box to grab a red light bulb.

Jess looked at the vulgar girl with raised eyebrows. "Color me interested." He chuckles.

"It's the third in a series. There are a lot of characters with funny names and intertwining plots, so I'd read the first one, A Game of Thrones. I have it if you want to borrow it. I have to warn you though, you bring it back harmed. I will harm you." She zipped up her bag. She put the box back in the closet.

"How?" He smirks.

"Let just say I'll make Joffrey Baratheon look like an angel." She took her book back from him.

"I assume I'll get the references after reading the book." He took a step closer, let his brown eyes meet her own.

"You assume correctly." She nods, holding her head high. The door slams open to reveal a panicking Luke. "You alright?" Anna looks at the older man. Jess sat back down on the couch.

"What are you doing up here?" He asked.

"Getting some of the photo supplies that Rachel left." She told him.

"Oh well, take it all." He looked between the two teens that were close to each other a minute ago.

"You sure?" She asked.

"She left it for you, you should have it. We'll need the space anyway. So, you've met Jess." Luke nods to him.

"Yes, I have met Jess." She smiled at the teen who was trying to hide his name from her. He rolled his eyes. She walks over to the closest to grab the box after putting her book in it. "I'll bring the book by tomorrow." She told him before walking out.


Rory and Anna were sitting at the table waiting for the newspaper meeting to start. Paris walks in. "Oh, hello."

"Hi." The siblings smiled at her.

"You're early." She noted.

"Yeah, well I felt so bad about the mix up last time, I wanted to make sure it didn't happen again. It won't." Rory smiled. Anna beamed at Rory, really feeling like a proud mama.

Other students walk in for the meeting and sit at the table. Madeline and Louise sat next to Anna gossiping loudly. "Hey, did you hear that Kimber Slately and Tristin are a major item?" Madeline said before looking at who was sitting next to her. "Oh sorry, Anna."

"Don't care." She kept a blank face. It was only the second week of school and this was Tristan's second girlfriend. Every school day, there was a different tale to the same story of him drinking and doing harmful pranks that were actually property damage. While she understood the pressure he felt from his family, it didn't justice the way he was acting.

"I thought that Kimber and Shawn Asher were this year's John and Jackie," Louise spoke of the couple that lasted all summer.

"Nope, Shawn is with Deeds McGuire now, which pushed Jeff Trainer into Dottie Lords' arms leaving Madison Maylands alone for the first weekend since he became captain of the lacrosse team," Madeline told her of the messy love triangles.

"It's like square dancing the way everyone changes partners," Anna mutters. She wasn't a prude, but the drama didn't seem worth the sex.

"Wow, you know so much so soon. You have a gift." Louise stares at her friend in amazement.

"I know. Hey Paris, what do you think about me writing a gossip column for The Franklin?" She looks over at her friend that sat at the head of the table.

"Huh. I don't know. That's a hard one. I mean, this is The Franklin, a newspaper that's been around for almost a hundred years. There have been at least ten former editors of The Franklin that have gone on to work at the New York Times. Six have gone onto the Washington Post. Three are contributing editors at the New Yorker. I think one even went on to win the Pulitzer Prize. But never mind them. I could be the first editor in the history of The Franklin to introduce a column exclusively devoted to who Biffy's boffing today. Quandary. You know, I'm gonna have to get back to you on that one." Paris's dry sarcasm rings through.

"Okay." Madeline pouts.

"You can always write a blog. It would probably be more popular than the Franklin." Anna told her.

"You think so," Madeline asked.

"Oh yeah, E New is still on." Anna nods.

"Thanks." Madeline perks up.

The teacher came into the room and stood behind Paris. "Oh good, we're all here. And prompt, lovely. Well, I've read everyone's article, and they were all extremely well done. Snappy, informative, well-researched. Paris, you should be very proud of the team you've assembled here this year."

"Thank you." She smiled smugly.

"I mean, when you've got a reporter who can take an incredibly mundane and seemingly unimportant subject like the re-paving of the faculty parking lot and turn it into a bittersweet piece on how everybody and everything eventually becomes obsolete, then you've really got something. And a photographer that will stay late and wake up early to get the perfect shots to highlight the story. Miss Gilmores, I was touched." She put a hand on her chest. Anna stayed late one night to get a shot of the cracked pavement in the moonlight and got here as the sun was rising on the new pavement.

"We owe it all to Paris." Rory nods to the editor.

"I would strongly advise that next time you give Miss Gilmore something with a little more meat to it." She instructed.

"Oh, yeah, great idea." Paris nods with a fake smile that didn't match her glaring eyes.

"Okay, let's get down to work here. We've got a layout to put together." The teacher took a seat at her desk.

Rory and Anna went to sit in front of a computer. Paris walks over to them. "Well, congratulations."

"Thank you." Rory smiled.

"You must be very proud of yourself." Paris looks a little too happy, it made Anna suspicious.

"Well, I'm not hiding when I pass a mirror." Rory shrugs.

"I guess it's part of my job as an editor to make sure that our best writers are writing our best pieces, so I'm going to give you one of our best pieces," Paris told her.

"Uh-huh." Rory didn't sound convinced.

"Frontpage, lead story, above the fold." Paris was looking smug again.

"Get to catch, Paris." Rory sighs.

"No catch." She shook her head.

"No catch?" Anna and Rory raise their eyebrows.

"I'd like to start out the year off with a profile on the teacher voted most popular from the year before. You know, an in-depth, no holds barred interview. Everybody wants it. You have it." She told them the article assignment.

"You're kidding." Rory couldn't believe she would give her an interesting article to write.

"Nope." She pops out the p.

"Well, thanks." Rory thought she was being serious about her job.

"You're welcome. So go ahead and set up that interview with Mr. Medina as soon as possible." Paris told her.

"What?" Rory and Anna gasp.

"I know it's short notice but I'd love it to lead off the first edition. Oh, Anna, you don't have to be there. He wants to use the yearbook picture from last year." She wanted Rory to be alone in this.

"Mr. Medina?" Rory asked.

"He was the winner by a landslide." Paris nods.

"But…" Rory didn't know if she could face him.

"I'm sorry, is there a problem? I mean, is there some reason why you wouldn't want to interview him? After all, you of all people should be able to get the most in-depth story out of him, especially since he and your mother are involved. They are still involved, aren't they?" She tried to play clueless.

"You really are a jackal." Anna glares.

"I just want to make sure you don't let your personal feelings get in the way." She shrugs.

"You don't have to worry about that." Rory glares.

"Good. Get me something more than his favorite color, okay?" She got one last gab in before walking away.


Anna, Sookie, and Jackson are in the kitchen cooking. "Maybe I should make grilled cheese." Sookie looks at all the food on the table.

"But you're making pot roast." Jackson couldn't believe she wanted to do more.

"But not everybody likes pot roast." Sookie reasoned.

"Well, then they can have the chicken wings, the mashed potatoes, the four different kinds of salad that you're making in addition to the pot roast." He lists.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." She sighs.

"So I should start slicing the cheese?" He gives in.

"Would you? Oh, that'd be great." Sookie bounced in excitement, making Anna laugh as she mashed the potatoes.

Lorelai walks into the kitchen. "Oh, wow, something smells good."

"It's the garlic," Jackson told her.

"Three heads of it." Sookie stirred the garlic sauce.

"Nice." She nods.

"I want everything to be perfect. We are gonna make this kid think that he died and went to heaven." Sookie giggles.

"Or Henry the Eighth's house." Jackson teases, making Sookie look over her shoulder.

There was a knock on the door. "Come, Anna, you meet him already. It would be nice to see a kind of familiar face." Lorelai waved. Anna went with her mother to the front door. She opens it to see Luke and Jess are standing there. "Hey, perfect timing. Sookie's about to break her own record for the most food served outside the Roman Empire."

"Sounds great." Luke nods.

"Sure does," Jess said sarcastically before he spotted Anna behind her. "You're here?" He nods to her.

"I live in, so, come on in." She waves them inside.

Jess goes into the living room with Anna as Luke and Lorelai talk in the hallway. "Cute baby. Your hair was really red back then." He picked up a baby picture.

"Yes, the gods have blessed me with everything." She grabbed the picture to put it back on the fireplace.

"Including buck teeth." He looks at the next picture of her as a toddler.

"Those were my baby teeth. They work well, you can ask Kyle Gibson. He made one too many bunny jokes." She launched forward to bite the air in front of his face.

"Has anyone told you, that you're odd." He backs away from her.

"Only on my best days." She winks.

Lorelai and Luke came into the living room. "Hey, Jess. Wanna come on in the kitchen?"

"Oh, the potatoes." Anna ran to see Jackson had taken over. "Goodman, Jackson." She patted him on the back.

Lorelai leads Jess and Luke into the kitchen. "Sookie, Jackson, I want you to meet Luke's nephew. This is Jess." She introduced them.

"Do you eat cheese?" Sookie asked.

"What?" Jess was confused by the question.

"Sookie is wondering if you're lactose intolerant." Anna translated.

"Oh, no I'm not." He told her.

"Oh my God, this is the greatest lemon I have ever grown. I mean, this is a great lemon. Sookie, you gotta try this lemon. Isn't it a great lemon?" Jackson tasted a lemon before giving one to Sookie.

"That is a great lemon." Sookie pointed at it after tasting it.

"Try it, it's a Meyer." Jackson held one out to them.

"Jackson grows fruit and then scares people with it. Anna, why don't you show him around the house." Lorelai offers seeing how Jess was willing to have a conversation with her.

"Okay, come on I'll lead you further down the rabbit hole." She nods for Jess to follow her into Rory's room. "Hey Rory, this is Jess. Jess, this is my sister, Rory." She pointed to the girl sitting in front of her computer.

"Nice to meet you." She nods.

"Wow, aren't we hooked on phonics." He looks at all the books.

"Oh, I read a lot. Do you read?" She asked.

"He reads a lot too," Anna answered for him.

"And how would you know?" He looks over at that teen that throws herself on the bed.

"No one eyes a thick book unless they read a lot." She told him.

"Aren't you supposed to be giving me a tour and lending me a book?" He watched her curves as she stretched out.

"Right?" She rolled off the bed and stood up. "Come on." She walks out of the room with Jess on her heels. Rory watches them go with an amused look on her face, not missing the way the newcomer watches her sister.

"Okay, we need to get Jackson away from the lemons now, so we're moving the feast in the living room," Lorelai told them. The adults were carrying the food into the living room.

"Alright, I'm just going to give Jess a book." She led Jess to her room. He looks around the same way he did Rory's. She took a seat at her desk.

"Your bookshelf is very different from Rory's." Jess looks over Anna's books.

She shifts on the rolling chair. She never minded being compared to Rory, not even when she came out on top as she did in academics. She knew she had her own skills in the kitchen. Although most people didn't find cooking in the same class as academics, she never let it bother her. But, something about Jes comparing them and thinking she was less made her feel sick. "I have far more cookbooks than she does." She shrugged trying to not let her emotions show. She knew that it would scare Jesse away.

"The novels are different too." He read the spine of books he never heard of.

She got up to look over her bookshelf. "Rory buys into the literary canon. I don't. I mean I appreciate some classics." She points out Frankenstein. "But, I'm not going to force myself through Moby Dick, just because some old white men decided that it was important. Besides, I like reading books that not many have, it makes it more intimate, and having them makes me feel like I have these hidden treasures." She blushes when she realizes he was intensely staring at her.

"Would you be so kind as to share a hidden treasure with me?" He smirks at her red cheeks.

"I've already agreed to that." She pulled A Game of Thrones from her shelf. "When you're done with it you can come back for the next one."

Jess grabs the book before looking around. "So, you must know a way to sneak out of here."

"Why would you need to know that?" She asked.

"You can't tell me you want to sit through dinner. I would rather look at my shoes on a park bench." He raised an eyebrow.

"Considering that I spend hours making it with a frantic Sookie and annoyed Jackson, I do." She wasn't about to let her hard work go to waste.

"Sorry, I made you work." He rolled his eyes.

"I like cooking, it's the stressed-out Sookie and argumental Jackson that feels like work. Although, watching how fast he gives in is kind of amusing." She thought back to her afternoon. His emotionless face made her sigh. "I get it. If I was being forced to move in with my dad and he threw me a welcome party with a brunch stranger. I'd be looking for a way out too. But, I promise tonight will be good. Fun even if you let it be." She smiled.

"Your words are supposed to mean something." He tilts his head.

"I did say you get to read that book and it's in your hands." She taps the book. "Come on, let's get a drink." She led him downstairs. She opens the fridge, he reaches in to grab a beer and walks out the side door. Anna sighs, grabbing her cola, and follows him out. "Alright, a disaster it is." She hit her can with his bottle before taking a sip.

"Not going to stop me." He struggles to open the bottle on the porch railing.

"I don't think that highly of myself." She leans on the railing.

Jess finally got the bottle open. "Oh, for me, hey, thanks." Lorelai walks out to take the beer from him and takes a sip. "Refreshing. So what, you're not hungry?"

"Not really." He looks over the ledge.

"Well, Sookie made you some grilled cheese if you don't like pot roast." She told him.

"Oh, well, if I'd had known that…" He snaps his fingers.

"Let me guess, you don't want to be here?" Lorelai put her beer down.

"Doesn't matter." He shrugs.

"I mean, here in Stars Hollow." She was more specific.

"Well geez, Ms. Gilmore, why would anyone not want to be here in Stars Hollow? That just sounds plum crazy." He mocks her.

"Ugh, Jess, let me give you a little advice. The whole, my parents don't get me things, I've been there." She crossed her arms.

"You have, huh?" He nods. Anna watched him, he was standoff-ish before, but now he was getting aggressive.

"Yes, I have. I've also done the chip on my shoulder bit. Ooh, and the surly, sarcastic, the world can bite my ass bit, and let me tell you, I mastered them all, in heels, yet. And everything you're feeling might be totally justified, maybe you are getting screwed. But Luke is a great guy. He's very special, and he wants to take care of you and make things right for you. You're incredibly lucky to have him. If you give this situation half a chance, you might be surprised at how good it can be, how much you like living here, and how comfortable it feels to have someone like Luke you can really depend on." She smiled as she spoke about the man she was happy she could depend on.

"What are you sleeping with him or something?" He narrowed his eyes.

"Excuse me?" She looks taken back.

"I don't know. The whole starry-eyed you're so much better off, just give it a chance speech. You're either really naïve, or you're getting some." He told her, making Anna and Lorelai gasp.

"Ugh. There have been very few moments in my life where I have actually wished I had one of those enormous cream pies you can just smash in someone's face, but this is definitely one of them." Loralei pointed at the ground.

"Well, now, that's not very neighborly." He leaned against the porch beam.

"Hey, you know what, this is my house, and I choose how I get talked to in it, haha." She let out a sarcastic laugh.

"You know, you don't know anything about me, or my life, or my mom, or Luke, so why don't you Doctor Laura someone else." He points a finger in her face.

"I'm going inside, stay out of my fridge." She glares at him before going inside.

"So, why don't we go look at our feet somewhere." Anna gets up and walks off the porch.

"You want to spend time with me after I told your mom off." He followed her.

"While I don't agree with that. I can't blame you. I started a new school last year. The people I hated the most were the ones making like I was so lucky to be there. Now, that I was there my life would be set because they were going to fix me." She scoffs at the teachers that spoke to her after class.

"Did you tell them to go fuck themselves?" He followed her.

"They were teachers, so no." She laughs. She walked to the middle of the bridge that went over the pond and sat down. "This is where I come when all I want to do is stare at my feet." She dangles her feet over the edge.

Jess sat down next to her. "I can see why." He stares down at her reflection in the pond by the moonlight.


Anna was working at Luke before school to help him out on the busy morning that was Danish Day. She was in the kitchen taking the Danishes out of the oven.

"Hey, Luke." She heard her sister at the counter.

"Hi, Rory." He greeted her before yelling back to his worker. "Anna, it's time to go to school."

"Okay!" She put powdered sugar over the Danish and put another batch in the oven as she listened to Rory fail at tricking Luke into giving her two coffees and two Danishes. Luke wasn't going to let her mother eat his food until she apologized for thinking he was a moron that couldn't handle Jess.

Anna walks out with her sister who only had one danish and coffee. They walk over to Lorelai. "Well?" She asked her oldest.

"He would only sell me one," Rory told her.

Lorelai gasps, "Ugh! Didn't you say they were both for you?"

"Yes I did, and he knew that I was lying." Rory didn't know why she was shocked Luke was a stubborn man.

"She tried her best." Anna nods.

"Did you do the blinky thing? You always do the blinky thing when you're lying." Lorelai sighs.

"I didn't have to do the blinky thing. He knows you well enough to know that you're not gonna go a whole day with no coffee and especially no Danish." Rory sighs at their childish behavior.

"Ugh! Where's yours?" She nods to her youngest.

"I had my fill, already." Anna rubs her full belly.

"Why don't you go in there now and makeup?" Rory points to the door.

"Why don't you give me half your Danish and some coffee?" She looks at the goodies in her hands.

"I'll give you the Danish but I'm keeping the coffee." Rory held out the bag.

Lorelai took the bag and sighs. "What is a Danish without coffee?"

"The eternal question springs up again." Rory shrugs.

"There's no point in even eating a Danish without coffee." Lorelai whines.

"Just get coffee at the Inn," Anna suggested.

"My Danish will be cold by then." She huffs.

"We're going to school." Rory grabs her sister's arm to pull her to the bus stop.

"Sad Danish, lonely Danish, step Danish!" Lorelai yelled at their backs.


Anna was walking out of a store holding a bag of film for the school camera that was a vintage Canon AE-1. Her grandparents got her a Canon EOS D30, it was one of the latest digital cameras. But, part of her grade was learning to use the Darkroom, so the digital wouldn't help her there.

"So, when you said wild sex, I didn't think it would be twincest." A voice made her jump.

After taking a deep breath, she answered him. "When a woman marries a man for his power that is still in love with his dead ex, she has to find a way to get her needs met."

"But, to do it with your twin who is stupidly loyal to you and make children with them that you pass off to your dumb husband as his." He walks beside her.

"As terrible as Cersei is, you have to admit she is clever. How are you liking the book besides the incest?" She asked.

"It's interesting. I like Jon Snow, so far." He nods.

"Oh, you connect with the dark horse." She smiled.

"What can I say?" He shrugs.

"My favorite character is Daenerys." She told him.

"That's the one being married off by her brother." He remembers her character.

"Yes, that's her. I don't want to spoil anything, but she has great character development." She told him.

"All the best characters do." He nods.

"All the best people do." She nods. "Oh, have you tried a pie here?" She stops in front of Weston's bakery.

"No." He shook his head.

"Come on, you'll love it." She pulls him into the bakery. "Hey Fran, what is the pie of the day?" She asked the older woman behind the counter.

"You're in luck, it's your favorite blueberry." She smiled.

"Oh, hurray." She claps. "I'll have a slice, please. What do you want?" She asked Jess.

"I'll have a lemon meringue." He orders.

"Oh, a new guy. I'll get him a big slice." She winks before getting the pies. Anna paid before they sat down.

"So, you bring a lot of guys in here?" He looks across the table at her.

"No, just one." She told him.

"You still bring him here?" He asked.

"No, we wanted different things in life." She shrugs.

"You're what, 16, what different lifestyles could you have?" He raised an eyebrow.

"He likes to party and I like to stay home and watch movies. I guess I'm a bore." She laughs.

"Nah, I rather watch a movie than a party." He shook his head.

"Really? You did grab a beer from my fridge." She reminds him.

"Even drinking is more enjoyable with small groups instead of a crowded house where the majority of the idiots can't handle their alcohol." He rolls his eyes. "Do you miss him?"

"Not anymore. I hated those parties where everyone is pretending to be the popular character from a lame teen movie. He hated talking about books and movies. He always said it was pointless to talk about characters when he could be living life." Towards the end of the relationship, they had more arguments than anything else. They could never agree on anything. Someone was always compromising.

"Sounds like an idiot, you're better off." He took a bite of the pie. He let out an involuntary hum at the flavors in his mouth. "It's not the worst." He told her smug smile.