"You don't think," Lane was saying. Rory had laid out her intentions towards Jess, the obstacles she believed she faced and the need to plan out her next move. She had never felt more like Paris Gellar in her whole life. "That your dream was prophetic, do you?"

This was the issue that Rory had been having. She was in constant struggle over what she should do. Everything had seemed so simple at first. She didn't like Dean, so they broke up. A weight had been lifted from her and clarity had struck. She liked Jess. Now the question was, did she like him or did she like the dream version of him? Would her dream get in the way of reality should things not progress as expected?

Rory Gilmore was an over thinker, an over talker, an over worrier, an over…well, everything. At one time Luke had hypothesized that Lorelai must not have drank anything but coffee while pregnant, and that's why Rory tended to go haywire so frequently. It was as plausible as any reasoning she could come up with.

"I don't know," she responded slowly.

Lane frowned, thinking over that. "I kind of hope it is. It's selfish, but I want things to work out with Dave."

Rory nodded, and impulsively gave her friend a hug. "I want things to work out with Dave, too."

"I told him my plan," Lane confessed. She was pulling at her fingers. She used to tear at her fingernails but would constantly be lectured by Mrs. Kim about taking care of her body. So now she just tugged on the tips of her fingers. "About out-bibling my mother."

"What'd he say?" Rory was grateful for the distractions from her own issues at the moment. Lane had just as many boy problems as Rory, if not more, and attention should be paid to them too.

"I don't think he knows what a Bible is," Lane answered, before laughing. "I'm only partially kidding. He said he'd visit some ministers in his town and see if they had any tips on obscure references."

That made Rory smile, and then sigh. "Dave is perfect. I don't like using that word, but he makes the effort."

"I know!" Lane bounced slightly in her seat. "I've always been worried that dating me was too much work for a teenage boy and thought I'd be alone until I was able to move out of this house."

"But then enter Dave."

Lane sighed with a smile. "Enter Dave." There was a quiet moment, so unusual for the two girls. "So, Jess."

"Yes Jess."

"Yes Jess less…" Lane shook her head. "I'm sorry, the rhyming took over me." She cleared her throat and put on her most serious face. "We need a plan."

"He thinks I'm on drugs."

Her best friend giggled, the situation called for it. "You did lack subtlety."

"That's what my mother said," Rory twisted her lips into a pout. "I hate when she's right. She likes to hold it over me in mocking."

She did it so lovingly that Rory couldn't take offense, and also because Rory did the same exact thing whenever she was right and her mother was wrong.

"Maybe you should wait until he approaches you," Lane finally decided with a decisive nod.

But what if he didn't. Or worse, "What if he's mean because he thought I was being mean?"

"No one could ever think you're being purposefully mean," her best friend countered. Rory wasn't sure about that. Maybe no one in Stars Hollow, but Jess wasn't from Stars Hollow. He was from a darker place where not everyone had the best intentions. "I think he was just caught off guard."

"Maybe." Rory looked down at her hands.

"At the very least," Lane continued on, she was gaining momentum so Rory was pretty sure she was having some sort of epiphany. "If you don't approach him again, then he's going to get really curious. I mean, I'm sure he's already curious about the abrupt declaration of dating, but if you don't seek him out then his curiosity is going to force him to see you out."

"I don't know…" Rory's voice trailed off. Everything with Dean seemed so much easier. The only other romantic experience she had was when Tristan had pursued her. And that was exactly what it had been: Tristan pursuing her. She wasn't interested so no effort had to be made on her part to secure that attention.

"Okay," Lane said, taking a breath. "Just let it rest for a few days. Regroup yourself, get over your embarrassment."

"That sounds like a good plan," she conceded. It was just…well, Rory Gilmore wasn't exactly the most patient person in the world. She wasn't even the most patient person in Stars Hollow.

Lane grinned at her. "That's because you have the smartest best friend ever." She gasped. "Hey, if this all works out we have our careers made for us. Me, as a person who gives relationship advice. You, as a person who has prophetic dreams. We'll be famous!"

Rory laughed, and lay back against her bed. She forgot her angst while her and Lane detailed their future business and plotted what their commercials would be like. And whether or not they'd have an accent or dress like Miss Cleo.

Lane really was the best friend ever, and things with Jess? They could be worked out later.