A/N: Full disclosure: I've only seen up through 3x07, so if there's more to know about Jess' childhood I apologize for any amnesia he demonstrates here. Otherwise I picture this being set during 3x04.
Dear Rory,
Writing you something else you won't see. I wrote you a couple times this summer but "Rory Gilmore, Washington, D.C." isn't really enough for the post office to go on, so nothing got sent. And I wrote some stuff in my Catch-22, faked it like you'd read it someday.
Not that you will. You're back now but you couldn't care less. I'm doing everything I can to get you to look at me. I'm giving you dinner and a show every night, and I get nothing from you. Once-you yelled at me once, and this whole time you're still with him. Come on. I'm not doing this for me.
And I'm dying. I'm in agony and it's your fault and you don't give a shit. I could fuck her on the counter in the middle of breakfast and you'd probably be halfway down the block by the time I was done.
I have always been trying to get close to you. Always. And you were so goddamn oblivious. I dropped 90 bucks just to get you alone, plus extra for the apology pizza. I read The Fountainhead, which was spiritual torture on the deepest level, but I did it because you wanted me to and you clearly don't know this, but if there's a chance I can get you to smile then I'll do whatever you want.
Do you get how hard it was to stand next to you on the subway and not back you up against the door and push my hips into yours, tangle my hands in your hair?
You also don't know how gorgeous you are. You're smart, except in that respect. When I do end up in class I ignore whatever's happening and think about how your lips are waging a war on me, and I don't even care if I lose. If you need any ideas about where to put them just ask.
"Pretty Vacant" is my favorite Sex Pistols song because the first time I heard it I was 10 and my parents were having it out in the other room. Yelling, plates gettin' chucked everywhere, the whole nine. I turned it up so I couldn't hear anything else and it was a pretty good buffer, so I kept using it like that. I played it on repeat on the bus to Stars Hollow. Sometimes there needs to be me, everything else, and "Pretty Vacant" in between.
Since I met you I don't play it as much.
I called you from New York that one time 'cause I missed how you say "oh" when you're caught off guard. I came back and crashed a wedding. For fuck's sake, I kissed you back.
If I have to hear about another Cosmo summer horoscope I'm gonna blow my brains out.
So please, God, do something. Break us apart. Make a scene. Hit me, if that'd help. Tell me you want me and you're sorry and that you think about me when you're with him.
I'm more than ready. Come get me.