Hi, I'm not dead! I've been having serious writers block, so this is a semi-old drabble. Basically it's Jess looking at Rory's stuff, which came out slightly more stalker-ish then I would like... Anyway, it's supposed to show that despite the verbal thing coming and going, Jess still cares. It takes place after Haunted Leg but before They Shoot Gilmores. Just for the record, if I owned Gilmore Girls a) there would be no Logan b) there would be no Dean c) there would be alot of Jess. But I don't, so don't sue me. Audrey
Between the Socks and the Pajamas
He knew he was snooping. Jess Mariano may have lacked the morals that would have prevented most people from rifling through their best friend's room, but in the intelligence department he was relatively sound. And then again it was ex-friend.
Jess gently ran his hands over the contents of her book drawer, between the socks and the pajama drawers. He carefully pulled the hollowed-out copy of The Jungle from between The Bell Jar and Chaucer's Canterbury Tales.
As he unlatched the hook behind the binding, Jess wondered absentmindedly if she too had gone off meat after reading the novel. He had only lasted a week.
The secret compartment did not contain anything new, but Jess still lifted each item out. A scattered array of birthday cards- several with Chris crossed out and Dad hastily written in-, a small cardboard copy of Goodnight Moon with RORY GILMORE written in blue crayon, a piece of Bible Camp stationary that says Best Friends Forever! - he assumes this is the handwriting of a young Lane Kim-, and finally a small fraying friendship bracelet with a tiny tag that says Merry Christmas Rory, Love Mom.
Jess resettled the various objects into their niches, taking note of the way the red velvet crushed around them. As he closed the cover, a folded note drifted out. He unfolded it and froze. It was a lined notebook page, torn from a binder, virtually blank except for two words- Dear Jess.