Author's note: OK, I'm just posting this because I'm trying to get rid of a wretched case of writer's block as well as trying to get the idea of Gilmore Girls temporarily out of my head. I don't really care either way if you review or not, because this is totally random AND super super super short. I don't even know what in the world it's about. *Snort* So, with that said...read on, I guess!--Annest
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There was something about the way he smiled when the door opened. The same thing she noticed when she saw her breath hitch before a drink of coffee. A long year had passed, one full of mistakes and promises, of renewals and rememberances that mixed with confessions and emotions, and still the woman sat on the vinyl-covered stool waiting for her daughter to come in, smile, and then look to the boy behind the counter.
It was a cycle that refused to end, even with the events of life intermingled. A marriage, a homecoming, fights, finals, summer, school, kisses, the beginning of the most long awaited relationship, falling leaves, a friendship chosen over love, a Christmas celebration. And the boy and the girl had danced like the man and the woman had. So both the boys were unhappy, and both the girls were sad. And it was a shame, the woman at the counter thought, but for once it would come to an end.
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Rory's breath hitched when Jess looked at her, and there was an incident at least once a day of coffee being spilled when he caught her gaze. As she breezed inside he turned away from the door, taking his time to fill the coffee pot.
"Mom," Rory said breathlessly, dropping her backpack onto the ground with a thud. "I am the queen of the world."
"Where on earth did you get this idea, oh daughter-of-the-queen-of-the-world? Don't tell me you're going to go all female Oedipus on me," Lorelei answered as usual.
"Mom, how many times have I told you, that wouldn't work out anyway because Oedipus..."
"Did it with his mom, yeah yeah, I remember. Do you always have to bring that up?" Lorelei moaned.
"Do I always have to remind you that is kind of a vital part of the story?" Rory countered with a grin.
"Oh you and your ancient Greek stories that are straight out of Arkansas. You're no fun at all. I'm going to find Luke," she told her daughter resolutely, heading off in search of her not-so-significant, not-so-romantic other. It was then that Rory noticed Jess's behavior.
"Hi," she told him with a soft smile, even though his back was turned. Waiting a few seconds...Jess didn't answer. "Hey, James Dean called. He wants his attitude back. Hello?" Rory questioned, leaning over the counter.
Jess abruptly turned to face her, pulling the two of them close. He didn't say anything, just looked at Rory until they were both as breathless as she had been a moment ago.
"Hello Rory," was the nonchalant reply, but Jess's eyes were shifting all over her face.
"Hello Jess..." Rory repeated questioningly.
From the back of the diner Lorelei shot out like a track star, dashing around the tables as everyone looked on. Following closely was Luke, not quite as graceful as he chased her out of the door and around the corner. Rory looked back at Jess with her eyebrows raised.
"You know, if they would just get it together for real this time, things wouldn't..."
"Seem as if they were in love?" she ended sarcastically.
"Love is over-rated, Rory. Or didn't you know that?" the ever-caustic Jess asked rhetorically.
"Maybe it isn't, or didn't YOU know THAT? Answer one question, Jess," Rory requested.
"Shoot," her companion ordered, nodding his head with a twinkle in his deep brown eyes.
"How come you've never fallen in love?"
"Because I," he said, and paused, "am the Artful Dodger." With a thump Jess set the coffee on the formica counter top with a trademark smirk. "Enjoy."
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Maybe that's the end, maybe not. I don't know. At least I feel better having written. Ciao!--Annest
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There was something about the way he smiled when the door opened. The same thing she noticed when she saw her breath hitch before a drink of coffee. A long year had passed, one full of mistakes and promises, of renewals and rememberances that mixed with confessions and emotions, and still the woman sat on the vinyl-covered stool waiting for her daughter to come in, smile, and then look to the boy behind the counter.
It was a cycle that refused to end, even with the events of life intermingled. A marriage, a homecoming, fights, finals, summer, school, kisses, the beginning of the most long awaited relationship, falling leaves, a friendship chosen over love, a Christmas celebration. And the boy and the girl had danced like the man and the woman had. So both the boys were unhappy, and both the girls were sad. And it was a shame, the woman at the counter thought, but for once it would come to an end.
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Rory's breath hitched when Jess looked at her, and there was an incident at least once a day of coffee being spilled when he caught her gaze. As she breezed inside he turned away from the door, taking his time to fill the coffee pot.
"Mom," Rory said breathlessly, dropping her backpack onto the ground with a thud. "I am the queen of the world."
"Where on earth did you get this idea, oh daughter-of-the-queen-of-the-world? Don't tell me you're going to go all female Oedipus on me," Lorelei answered as usual.
"Mom, how many times have I told you, that wouldn't work out anyway because Oedipus..."
"Did it with his mom, yeah yeah, I remember. Do you always have to bring that up?" Lorelei moaned.
"Do I always have to remind you that is kind of a vital part of the story?" Rory countered with a grin.
"Oh you and your ancient Greek stories that are straight out of Arkansas. You're no fun at all. I'm going to find Luke," she told her daughter resolutely, heading off in search of her not-so-significant, not-so-romantic other. It was then that Rory noticed Jess's behavior.
"Hi," she told him with a soft smile, even though his back was turned. Waiting a few seconds...Jess didn't answer. "Hey, James Dean called. He wants his attitude back. Hello?" Rory questioned, leaning over the counter.
Jess abruptly turned to face her, pulling the two of them close. He didn't say anything, just looked at Rory until they were both as breathless as she had been a moment ago.
"Hello Rory," was the nonchalant reply, but Jess's eyes were shifting all over her face.
"Hello Jess..." Rory repeated questioningly.
From the back of the diner Lorelei shot out like a track star, dashing around the tables as everyone looked on. Following closely was Luke, not quite as graceful as he chased her out of the door and around the corner. Rory looked back at Jess with her eyebrows raised.
"You know, if they would just get it together for real this time, things wouldn't..."
"Seem as if they were in love?" she ended sarcastically.
"Love is over-rated, Rory. Or didn't you know that?" the ever-caustic Jess asked rhetorically.
"Maybe it isn't, or didn't YOU know THAT? Answer one question, Jess," Rory requested.
"Shoot," her companion ordered, nodding his head with a twinkle in his deep brown eyes.
"How come you've never fallen in love?"
"Because I," he said, and paused, "am the Artful Dodger." With a thump Jess set the coffee on the formica counter top with a trademark smirk. "Enjoy."
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Maybe that's the end, maybe not. I don't know. At least I feel better having written. Ciao!--Annest