A/N: This story basically started with just two words. You might not be able to figure out which two words those were, but either way, it started with them. I tried to get them out of my head, because how will I ever keep up with everything going on in my life PLUS two multi-chapter fics (which is what I intend this one to be) without crashing? I think I'll take a Gilmore's attitude, though. Drink a lot of coffee.

Anyway, what this is is a re-do of The Incredible Shrinking Lorelais. That means that everything that happened before then (including NHIWTFTGG), applies to this story. It should follow through the fourth season...maybe beyond. Don't know yet. Another character enters the scene. Something makes me think that you know who that is.

Disclaimer: Oh, woe is me! I seem to have forgotten that tiny piece of paper that entitles me to all the rights of GG! Better luck next time.

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Hi, this is Lorelai Gilmore, and you've reached my cell phone. Leave a message and I'll return your call.

Rory sighed in frustration before throwing the phone onto her desk and running out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

She couldn't believe this was happening. She was a Gilmore. A Gilmore. Gilmore's didn't drop classes! Her grandfather certainly didn't. What did he tell everyone? This is my granddaughter, Rory. She's just like her grandfather...going to Yale, with five classes to boot!

Soon she was going to get a boyfriend named Chip and work for the DAR.

Everything was wrong! And on top of it all, her mother, her best friend, wasn't even answering her phone. She couldn't reach her. She never got to see her, let alone even talk to her. Everything was so screwed up.

Rory bent her head, sliding her back against the door to her room. She didn't care that everyone in the hallway was looking at her like she was crazy. Maybe she was. Why else would her professor be recommending that she drop a class?

She didn't know how long she stayed out there. It might've been five minutes, or it might've been two hours. All she noticed was that she found herself stumbling up and walking towards her car.

It was only after she put the key in the ignition that she noticed the clock underneath the dashboard. It was only seven thirty. Her mom would still be at her grandparent's house, which also explained why she wasn't answering her phone. She was probably only crying for about a half hour.

She made a disgusted face in the mirror. She couldn't even get upset the right way.

Rory turned on the radio and let the sounds of Belle & Sebastian flood out any sort of thought process that could be occuring in her head right then. There wasn't any traffic, and the ride to Stars Hollow seemed even shorter with the songs working as a constant distraction.

It was only around eight when she got there, which meant that she still had an hour or two to kill before she could talk to her mom. It was stupid, she realized, coming here, because she didn't even know how long the dinner would last, especially since Gran was involved. And even if the dinner was miraculously cut short (hopefully no limbs damaged in the process), Lorelai might have made plans to do something afterwards. After all, her life wasn't going to hell. Only Rory's.

For some reason, this made Rory even angrier than before. Lorelai hadn't answered any of her phone calls, and she wasn't here when Rory needed her most. For all she knew, she could be out at some club with Jason, not even caring that her only daughter's existence was failing to compute. Weren't they supposed to be best friends? And where was her best friend when she needed her most? Out drinking with her grandfathers business partner!

Rory clenched her teeth and slammed the car door shut, heading for Luke's. If she was going to drop a class and lose her best friend in one day, she at least deserved a cup of coffee. And she'd be damned if she was denied that.

Sitting down at the counter and shaking her head, her anger was so seething that she was almost positive that the other inhabitants of the dinner could see smoke pouring out of her ears. She didn't even notice that the people around her seemed to be preoccupied with staring at her and wincing.

She also didn't notice the coffee cup that appeared before her, instead just accepting it for the one good thing that had happened today and mumbling a quick thanks.

"No problem," said Jess.

Rory sipped the drink, closing her eyes for a second just to relish the warmth. Then her eyes popped open again. She looked over the counter.

Wait...

What?

Rory's blue eyes bulged in surprise and her jaw actually dropped, her mouth forming a perfect 'o' like in a cartoon. She placed down her mug and then blinked a few times, trying to process what was before her.

She closed her mouth, then opened it again, hoping to form a coherent sentence. She did that two more times before finally pulling some words together.

"B-but...you...and the c-car...with the...and...the carts...it doesn't..." she managed to stumble out.

"And the oscar for longest sentence that doesn't include any verbs goes to..." Jess smirked.

Rory gulped. Suddenly her mouth was extremely dry. Her face turned hot for a second as she realized what she had said, then the blush turned to anger when she remembered their last encounter.

"No!" she yelled suddenly, standing up from her stool. "You can't just..." she paused, taking a breath to find the right words this time. "You can't just waltz in here and joke with me like we're still in high school! You can't do that, Jess!"

She flung her purse over her shoulder and walked quickly towards the door, hearing Jess's muffled cry of "Rory!" behind her.

"What are you doing here?" she asked him, finally stopping and turning around once they were away from the prying eyes in the diner.

"I..." Jess stuttered, shifting his feet.

"You what, Jess? Why are you here?"

He took a deep breath before lifting his head. "I didn't come back for you," he said.

"Well, although that does wonders for my self-esteem," Rory replied, rolling her eyes, "you still didn't answer my question. What are you doing here?"

"It doesn't matter."

"No, it does matter. I want to know why you're back."

"It's stupid," he mumbled, still not directly looking in her eyes.

"Ugh!" Rory shouted, lifting her head towards the sky. "You are possibly the most frustrating person I have ever met. And that's including my mother."

Jess gulped. "I came for Luke," he said.

"Oh." Rory scrunched up her face, as though searching her brain. "Is something wrong? Did something happen?"

"No," he sighed.

"Then why would Luke ask you to come here? I may not know a lot of things, but I'm pretty sure that Luke wouldn't just invite you over for tea."

"I came," Jess said evenly, "to apologize."

That actually made Rory take a step back. "Excuse me?" she asked.

"Last time I was here," Jess explained, "I said some things I didn't mean. I know they got Luke angry; I had your mom tell me that much. And even after I hurt him, he still payed for my car and a bunch of other stuff without me asking him. He's my uncle, and he's been good to me. He deserved and apology, so that's what I came here for. To apologize." Jess paused, looking beat, as if being that honest was exhausting. After a few deep breaths, he looked at Rory. "Are you hungry or something?"

Rory stared at him like he had grown a third head. "Huh?"

"You look hungry," he said. "And tired. And also fairly upset. Do you wanna get something to eat?"

She looked down for a second, processing everything that had happened in the past two hours. On top of everything, Jess was seriously standing there and asking her to eat? She swallowed when she thought of how he had only recently told her he loved her and ran away. For a moment she considered punching him in the face, or just telling him where exactly he should go, and then, finally, she asked herself something. Could it really get any worse?

"Sure," she said quietly.

He nodded before turning to her again. "I'll be right back," he said. "Stay right here."

Rory didn't answer, but watched him walk back, heading in the direction of the diner. She could've sworn that she had seen a smile on his face.

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A/N 2: Okay, this is a little longer than most chapters I do for stories, and also more AU. Tell me if the characters are too OOC and if what you liked/didn't like. To do that you will have to, that's right ladies and gentlemen, review.