Disclaimer: Only own Phoebe, Jamie, and Paige.
A/N: I really need to stop with the starting other stories. I can't help it, though! I get ideas and I have to write them. I'm also writing updates for three other stories. So, don't worry.
This is like the movie My Best Friend's Wedding or Brown Sugar. If you haven't seen either then it's okay. You'll get the story. Hope you enjoy.
All you need to know:
- Rory and Jess never dated, but they were best friends since they were kids.
- Rory went to college at Yale when she graduated and Jess went off to travel. Still kept in touch, but not much.
- Still best friends.
- They are both twenty-four.
Jamie walks into my office and sits down in front of me. I look up from my computer and smile at the man, "Hey Jamie."
"Rory, hi. Listen, we need to talk."
I laugh a little at the feminine tone in his voice, "What is it?"
"Well, I know you said to screen all of your calls, but this one man demands that he speaks with you. He's rather annoying and he won't give up. So can you please take the call on line 1?" He asks, standing up.
Shaking my head, I laugh, "Okay, I'll take the call."
"Bye now." He walks out of my office and I pick up the phone. I hit line 1 and answer, "New York Times Editorial, this is Rory Gilmore speaking."
"You sound so professional. I'm proud," the voice on the other line jokes.
I smile at who it was, "How did I know it was you? How are you, Jess?"
"Great, actually. I called to spread the great news. I called you first, because you are the most important person in my life," he says, I can tell he was itching to tell me by the sound of his voice.
"Well, what is it?" I ask, getting excited.
There is a pause, and then a deep breath, "I'm getting married!"
My face drops and my heart feels like it shatters, "Wh-What?"
"I'm getting married in a week and a half. Paige wanted the wedding to be soon and it's not going to be too big. I proposed to her last night and she said yes!" He sounds so excited.
I put on a fake smile, "Oh, wow, soon. Well, congratulations."
"Thank you, I knew you'd be happy for me. Paige is so ready to meet you. I want you to be my best man."
I have to laugh at that, "You're kidding?"
"No, come on Ror, you're my best friend," he pleads and I almost feel bad.
Sighing, I tap my fingers on my desk, "Do I have to where a tux?"
"Yes."
"Jess, come on. I'm a girl," I try to reason with him, but he won't listen.
"You were your grandfather's best man at their second wedding. It would mean the world to me, Rory."
"Why can't you get Luke to do it?"
"Because, I want you in my wedding as something important." He sounds more serious now and I know he wants this badly. Maybe it would be odd to where a tux at some big wedding and be the best man when I am a woman, but it really means a lot to him.
"Fine," I give into this stupid idea and lean back into my chair.
"Great! We'll be down tomorrow. So come to Stars Hollow." I can practically hear him smile.
I nod, "Yeah, I'll see what I can do."
"Good. I'll see you later, Ror. Love you," he says and I pretend for just a second that he means it in the way that he would mean it to Paige.
"You too," I say before I hang up the phone. It's not abnormal for us to say that every time we hang up or part. We've said it since we were ten years old. It's almost like we are more like family than best friends.
Yet ever since I was fifteen I had wanted to be something more with him. I thought once we graduated the feeling would go away, but it only grew stronger. We have done everything together. He took me to our senior prom, he's been my date for every stupid social event, and he was even my escort for my coming out party when I was sixteen even though it would totally ruin his 'image'.
But the day he comforted me after my jerk of a boyfriend dumped me, I was in love. We were fifteen years old and I had gotten into a fight with Tristan, my boyfriend at the time, and he broke up with me. It was a depressing break up. So, I went straight to Jess and cried in his arms until mom came home from work.
I never told him how I felt, because I thought it would be too weird. So I tried my best to let him go, of course it never worked, as I said before. But now? Now he's getting married! Why? Why the hell is he going to get married to some girl he's only known for four months. He's not the Jess I knew. I don't want to meet her, I don't want to be in the wedding, I don't want to see him 'kiss the bride', and I definitely don't want to see him spend the rest of his life with her!
I groan and slam the papers down that I had been working on. I can't think about anything else, now. I grab my jacket off the back of my chair and slip it on, walking out of my office. I am taking the rest of the day off.
"Phoebe, will you come down to Stars Hollow with me?" I ask into the phone, sitting on the couch in my apartment.
"Rory…why?" Phoebe asks, whining, "You know that town is so Mayberry that it creeps me out."
I sigh and throw myself back into the couch, "Please! I can't deal with seeing Jess and that girl. I need a distraction and you're like my mother."
She groans and I can tell that is her way of giving in, "Fine," she mumbles and I can't control the smile that is forming on my face.
"Thank you, thank you, and thank you. I am taking the rest of the week off and leaving tonight. Can you do the same?" I ask, hopefully.
"You are so pushing it, but since I love you …" She leads me to an answer and laughs a little.
I sigh with relief, "I owe you. You are a life saver."
"Yeah, yeah … Now I must go. I think I smell smoke which means I left the burner on and accidentally set my apron on top."
"You were cooking?" I ask, bewildered.
"Attempting to," She laughs, "See you tonight Rory."
"Bye!" I smile and hang up the phone. I set the phone on the couch cushion beside me and look around the living room. Finally, I get up and walk over to the shelves that hold pictures of my past. I look directly at the one of me and Jess at our high school graduation. His arm is around me and I'm kissing his cheek. I have on a black robe and he has on a red one. I graduated from Chilton and he graduated from Stars Hollow High.
I turn away from it and walk into my bedroom. I look into the half full suitcase and start putting more clothes into it. I then look at myself in the mirror and laugh when I visualize a tuxedo on my body.
Shaking my head, I continue to pack up my suitcase. This is going to be a long week …
A/N: Review, please? I know it's short, next won't be as short … I hope.