Chapter 1: A Near Bible Déjà Vu
It was barely autumn, but she was freezing. That could probably be attributed to the fact she was soaking wet. Stupid sprinkler system. Rory's feet were pounding on the pavement, the water in her shoes practically pouring out onto the street. Her hair was soaked and the water dripping down makes the sidewalk blurry. Rory found herself quickly running down the street…and bumping into someone.
"Hey!" Jess instinctively snarls at the person who just bumped him, getting his shirt a little wet. Realizing it was a soaked Rory, he quickly changed his tone into one of concern. "Rory! Hey, slow down! Where are you going?"
"Nowhere, get out of my way"
"What are you looking for? What's wrong?" He pressed on, following her down the street.
"Nothing, absolutely nothing." She spat out. The wind had picked up momentarily and she was getting colder.
"I take it nothing means you're a football coach and you just won the big game, right" Jess quipped. The comebacks just came naturally; perhaps it was one thing he knew he was good at.
Rory sighed, stopped, and turned around—within inches of Jess' face. She stepped back on instinct and spoke. "Dwight's stupid sprinklers are broken." Jess felt a quick pang of jealously as another guy's name came out of her perfect mouth, even if it wasn't a good name. "His the stupid neighbor with the crazy ex-wife and three million board games and a clock that talks to me and the whole crazy paradise theme and—"
Jess put his hand over her mouth, his fingers closing around the sides of her face. Rory's eyes widened slightly and she pulled back, but didn't speak. Jess felt awkward, out of place. He realized a moment too late that he should not go near her mouth, in light of what had happened only months before. He decided to move away from that incident quickly.
"Dwight's your neighbor you said?" She nodded dumbly. Thank God for that. Jess turned and ran in the direction she came from, following her wet shoeprints.
"Stop! Hey, Jess! JESS!" She yelled, following close behind him. "You don't have to do this, I didn't ask you to do this."
She followed him to Dwight's front yard, which was well on its way to being flooded. He quickly found the sprinkler control (A/N: What do you call that thing?). Rory caught up with him, slightly out of breath.
"Oh, okay…thanks Jess." She awkwardly thanked him.
"No problem." He turned and faced her. God, he's more beautiful when he's wet. Jess' dusty blue tee stuck to his toned figure. His hair stuck out slightly, differently…better. "So, school's good?"
"Yeah, you?"
"When I go its San Fran-tastic." He smiled his signature sarcastic smile.
"Jess…" Rory barely got his name out. He had stepped closer. "Well, thank you. For the lawn, fixing it. Not that the lawn was broken but it was about to cause another Noah's Ark." When the words left her mouth she thought of Noah's ark and the pairing to get on it. She immediately saw herself and Jess, paired together to continue humanity. Well, at least humans will have good taste in books and music…nobody has that but Jess and I. Dean's never been much into the—Dean.
"Okay, well thanks so much. Bye"
She had perhaps said the goodbye too quickly. Jess cocked his head and smirked. "Nah, I'd rather stay. Didn't you say Dwight had board games and a talking clock? I can't miss any of that, now can I?" He started walking backwards towards the house.
"Jess!" Rory rolled her eyes and was about to follow behind him.
But she felt her pager go off and looked down to see Dean's reply, Where r u?!?! Without thinking, Rory responded to his reply to her cry for help. (Help me! Flooded) She wrote quickly, just two words then followed Jess into Dwight's empty house.
Never mind!
Merry Christmas! (Or happy holidays to those who feel the need to be politically correct.) If you're religious, please send out a prayer for our troops. My cousin came home (YAY!), but some people weren't that lucky. REVIEW!
