How do you know if you've crossed a line? In all of the movies you've seen and books you've read, there's supposed to be some moment where the protagonist reaches the story's climax— a crossroads of sorts— where they encounter a scenario that could make or break the ending.

But life isn't like the fairy tales you grew up with, nor the children's movies you'd see at the local theatre. It's messy— much too messy.

Jess's arm is still slung over your shoulder as you two walk Main Street, his beloved leather jacket draped over his frame as he keeps you close. Normally, you wouldn't think twice about the action— you'd actually soak it up, let your stomach flutter with butterflies and your face flush from his proximity and the summer weather—

— But Rory's home from Washington D.C., and you're simply waiting for the inevitable run-in with her. Stars Hollow's too small to avoid her for forever.

Jess likes you, you're certain of it... but he's always had eyes for Rory since he'd been shipped into town by his mom. It's almost impossible not to think of her whenever you and him are together— you knew how much they liked one another. Hell, Rory cried to you about him when he'd left for New York after crashing her car, but the thought's gone from your mind as Jess tugs on your hair.

"Normies at ten o'clock," he huffs, pulling you close as a few townsfolk pass by. He may be content to pretend they don't exist, but you at least acknowledge Miss Patty and Babette with a wave and a sheepish grin. Anything to distract from the heat burning over your face like a damn fever, and it's not from the sun.

... You shouldn't be thinking of Rory. You shouldn't. But damnit— every time Jess parades you around town and makes you feel all fluttery, you do.

Did she feel like this with him? Did she feel happy, free, like she was floating—

"Hey." Jess's shoulder nudges yours lightly, yet you can't meet his eyes. "What's wrong?"

Oh, you've crossed the damn line, alright. Some friend you are.