Ever since the fifth grade when you punched a girl straight in the jaw for calling Metallica lame, you and Jess have been best friends.

Vandalism, fights, and cigarettes on the roof- you guys were pure trouble makers in the streets of NYC, but you did it all together. You were partners in crime.

Until, one day, Jess's mom had enough and sent him away to Stars Hollow, a lousy cookie cutter town in Connecticut, you and Jess thought. You were both devasted at the thought of not seeing each other, so you swore to keep in touch, but, knowing Jess, he would just distance himself.

It had been almost a year since you saw Jess, when suddenly you heard a knock at the door.

It was Jess. It was as if no time had passed. There he was. Standing there. In your door.

"Shall we?" He smirked, holding two paint cans and offering one to you.

You didn't know if you should be pissed at him or hug him or play it cool, but you were overwhelmed to say the least.