Everybody Do Your Share

Description: What if things had been different? The way they were supposed to be- the better way? Here is what should've happened in the ending of the third season.

Rating: K… I guess….

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Zilch. Zero. I owno nada el stuffo (my futile attempt at Spanish  ). Sue me… you won't get anything…

A/N: Yes, I know its been done before. But I had this sudden urge to write, so here it goes…

Jess Mariano sits on a bus watching his life roll away. His family roll away. His love roll away. The only people who cared about him roll away. But it would be better this way. He knew she would get upset if he called, saying goodbye. There would be crying involved, and he didn't know if he could handle it. He didn't call because he knew she would convince him to stay. So, he sits on a bus watching his unknowing life roll away.

The beaches in California are called many things. Gorgeous, peaceful, fun, carefree. The only thing that went through Jess Mariano's mind as he stepped off that bus was I wish I owned something other than black. It was his first day in Venice Beach, and he knew it would not be the funnest thing on the face of the earth. But he had to do it.

He couldn't stand it. It had been way too long. He wanted to hear her voice. He needed to hear her voice. So, Jess Mariano finally decides to suck it up and call her.

RING, RING, RING

Lorelai: Hola compadres, you've reached the famous Gilmores. Lorelai and Rory. The "DoubleMint Twins". Lor and Ror. OOOHH! I rhymed! Hey Rory!

Rory:Yeah, mom?

Lorelai: I rhymed! I was just recording my B-E-A-utiful voice, and I made up a rhyme!

Rory:You're a poet and you didn't even know it! Hey, you wanna go to the movies?

Lorelai: Yeah, how about we go and see The Pri-

BEEP

Jess had to laugh. Only Lorelai and Rory. He almost forgot he had to leave a message.

Uh… Ror? Its…me… Jess… Um… I really need to talk to you. Could you call me back? My number is 876-555-0149. Uh.. that is, if you will still talk to me. Bye.

BEEP

Jess takes a deep breath, trying to sort out his feelings. Part of him wants to go steal the tape from the machine for fear that it was the wrong move, but another part of him feels relieved. Feels like he finally did something other than mope around.

Now, its all up to Rory. He's given her the tools, he's done his part. What will she do with it?

A/N: So… how'd you like it? If you want it to be more than a oneshot, then you better tell me because I'm just gonna finish it otherwise. That means more than two or three reviews. Thanks bunchies yall…