A/N: Hey guys! So I tried this idea before, but my characterization was awful and I received a lot of complainants. So here I go again new and hopefully improved. If anyone has any ideas or helpful tips let me know J Thanks for reading!

Jess stretched back in his chair and propped his feet on the seat in front of him. He let out a yawn as the bus made a stop. Lazily, he peeked outside, the surrounding seemed all too familiar, but he ignored it and peered back at his book. When he turned the page he heard a girl groan as she lifted her suitcases above her head into the storage space. He glanced up and saw a head of brown hairs that belonged to a thin and pale girl. Jess felt a wave on uneasiness flow through him and silently he reprimanded himself, 'That's not her. That's not her.'

Rory plopped down in the front of the seat and rethought the events of the pass few days. When Logan presented the ring box, she immediately felt happy, but as she was about to say yes and image appeared in her head that halted her response, and eventually turned her to say no.

She also remembered running into Logan briefly after she rejected his proposal, he was already with another girl, who was beyond drunk and all over him. He didn't notice her presence and turned towards Finn, "Rory said no! My parent's forced me to settle down, but she said no! I'm not going to be stuck as her husband! Thank god!" Rory allowed a tear to slip from her eye, but she ignored it, and remembered why she said no in the first place, he wasn't the one. The same image arrived in her head againThe last memory that Rory thought of is when she went to see Luke in the diner.

"Sit down; I'll be with you in a minute." Luke called from the kitchen.

"Service with a smile." Rory remarked.

Luke's head jolted up and looked at Rory, "Oh I didn't know it was you. What's going on?"

Rory fiddled her fingers and begun to look uncomfortable, "Can we go upstairs?"

The two rushed up the stairs and he called, "Caesar cover for me!"

She flung a chair out from beneath the table and straddled the wooden seat, "So a while ago, I went to see Jess in Philadelphia," She began, "And, well, needless to say the visit didn't end on the best of terms."

Luke nodded silently, not wanting to interject.

"I was just wondering," Rory could barely let the words out of her mouth, "Do you, do you know wh-where he is?"

"Jess was up here taking of some business, but I think he headed back a few hours ago." Luke informed without any hesitation.

Rory lifted herself from her chair and grabbed her jacket, "Thank you! Can you not tell mom about this?"

Luke nodded reassuringly.

Rory rushed home and flung the door open, "Hey mom I'm going to Paris' for the weekend!"

Lorelai called from her room, "Okay Honey, don't forget silts! A girl needs silts."

Rory hurriedly packed her suitcases and ran out of the house, "Bye mom."

"Bye kid."

Rory glanced at her bus schedule and the next bus to Philly was in ten minutes. She rushed to the stop, just in time to hoist herself onto bus and sit in the first seat with a smile on her face.

Jess studied the girl that looked so much like the only girl he ever loved. Her chocolate brown hair glided down her back and her nose was stuck in Ayn Rand. That was Rory it had to be. On the next stop Jess crept up the bus aisle and slipped into the seat behind Rory. He gently reached out his hand and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and whispered, "It's what it is you and me."

Rory spun her head to face him, "Hi, Ror."

Jess allowed a smirk to play on his face and Rory stuttered and rambled, "I-I was coming to see y-you, b-because of what happened. That's not what I wanted to happen. Oh Jess, I'm s-so sorry."

Jess shushed her, "You remember what I said that day I came back and chased you through the streets? It's still true. It will always be true. I don't care why you were coming to see me or if you're still with the Blonde Dick from Yale, I will always love you."

Rory shyly bent her head down and Jess placed a finger under her chin and raised her head. Gently, he laid his lips on hers and the image that prevented her from marrying Logan danced around her head, Jess reading Hemingway with his head in her lap.

A/N: Was my characterization better this time guys? Your reviews mean everything! Thanks for reading!