a/n- Hey I had an idea so I went with it, so here I go once again. I hope
you guys like this story better, if you don't like it say so, because a few
friends didn't like the idea of this story. So I changed around a lot,
this chapter will basically describes how everything went and is going at
the moment for Rory, Jess will be brought in this chapter, but not
explained.
I don't own anything! If I did Jess would be back and he would live in my closet! Everything belongs to the WB, and who ever else owns it.
Here is a little bit of a summary- Jess and Rory never met. Jess never came to Stars Hollow, Jess lives in the city, he is 19 he lives by himself, and Liz his mother lives with her fiancé Kane. Rory is almost 19, Lorelai and Chris had a rocky relationship, Chris had become an alcoholic for many reasons and was often abusive towards her and Lorelai, and Rory's life is upside-down.
~Of The Night
She never thought life her life would turn out this way, on a bus going as far as her ticket could take her. New York City, wasn't the fairytale life she had once dreamed of. The dreams of Yale, Princeton, Harvard and a classy life went right out the window. Stars Hollow was always a home to her, until her mother took Chris back in, her real father. He had come from a similar rich high class life like her mother, getting her pregnant at 16 and taking no responsibility for it. He found his way back and she took him in, he promised them the world, and in turn destroyed the simple life Rory and Lorelai once held.
He did all he could for about four years, then he lost his job, which was basically his life. It had happened so fast, he started to drink, but when drinking casually wasn't enough he turned to harder liquor, and he soon was drinking in order to survive, as he called it. For the first few months it wasn't bad, then he started to yell more, then a few months later he started to beat on Lorelai, he promised he'd stop over and over and it only lead to more drinking. Lorelai tried to leave, so many times and take her daughter with her, but she'd go back she loved him so much, he was her first true love. Rory was about sixteen when Chris started to drink, life became unbearable so when she turned eighteen all of her thoughts went to one thing. Leaving. She planned out all of her money perfectly, one hundred dollars went to bus tickets and the items needed for her journey, and the four hundred went to a place to live.
She stared dully out the window, it was a crisp September night, it was still the warm summer look yet, and it had the crisp cool nip to the air. The road was a bit empty compared to what she thought it would be, as the bus drew closer to the city she could see the city lights, those lights she had never seen before, it was odd how everybody had a different opinion on those lights, to her they where beautiful a sign of something new. She got off the bus and grabbed her bags she was off, a week before she left she had went online and found a few places, she reserved a place for two weeks that would give her enough time to get something else. She managed to find her way there, after getting lost 3 times and asking 5 people. She walked into the little room she had rented. She glanced around. She shut her eyes and took a breath, it was bad. The room wasn't very clean, it was dark, but it was home for now. She walked across the room and went into the tiny door way, there sat a dingy toilet bowl and sink. She walked back into the living room slash bed room. She locked the door, grabbed her bag and sat on the worn mattress. She shuffled trough her large duffle bag, full of jeans, shirts, and books. She brought all of her pants, and most of her shirts, she had no clue how she got all of that in her bag and then she got some of her prized books into there too. The hardest thing to part with was her books there where so many, and she loved them all. Rory let out a breath, and felt a tear roll down her cheek, what had she done, she left her mother for a few hours and already she missed her, she should have been stronger, with more survival skills, but Lorelai was always there. Rory grabbed her other bag and rummaged through it, she pulled out a photo album, and flipped through it, every picture was of her and Lorelai, every page was a new year, something Lorelai had thought of, each paged was packed with pictures of their life together. Rory got to the twelfth page, and her father was in the pictures, she flipped through the next four pages of her happy family and then she came to the sixteenth page, it was blank everything after that was blank. She put her head in her hands, this wasn't the way it was supposed to be. She knew that Lorelai was probably going crazy right now, coming home and finding a letter, Rory remembered the letter perfectly, 'I needed to get away, its not you its him. Please don't look for me, I'll write you when I get where I'm going, I love you,' Rory put it where she knew Lorelai would find it, in the snack cabinet, that was always the first place Lorelai went when she got home. Rory shuffled through the bag some more and found sheets and a blanket. She put them on the bed and thought it could always be worse.
The next morning she woke up and looked around, it wasn't as bad as it had seemed the night before, she was grateful. She got up and went to her bag, pulled out some paper and a pen, fulfilling he promise to Lorelai. 'Mom, I'm ok, please don't worry! I can't tell you where I'm at know, but I will eventually. I hope your ok, I miss you, I hate being with out you, Love you so much, Rory,' Rory pulled out some envelopes and wrote the address on the front, she placed the letter in the envelope, grabbed a bag, and headed towards the bathroom. She got into the shower it wasn't to dirty it was ok, not like her own but it was fine for now. She got dressed and walked out of her little place. She walked around for awhile, mailed her letter, and just walked then she grabbed the paper and sat on a bench in the park. She flipped through it circling jobs her and there that she might like, then she came to a really good job, the add read, 'Wanted: Some one who knows books, all types. Call Donna at 108-2006,' Rory looked at it this she would actually have a shot at, something she would enjoy. She looked around the park, there were some people but not tons, there were more women then men and most men seemed to be talking except one, he sat reading a book, just reading, on a Sunday afternoon he was reading, he was young, dark, and mysterious, unlike anyone she had ever seen before. She looked around some more, there was a few people feeding birds and a few teens babbling about something. She always tried to stay away from that type, those groups that babbled about everything and everyone, those groups where everyone was perfect and everyone wanted to be like them, she never wanted to be like them, she didn't hate them but she didn't go out of her way to make 'perky' conversation. She walked back to her place, she had a map in hand, but she was getting better. She went to the payphone that sat outside her building, and dialed the ads number. She gave some information and set up a meeting for Monday. Rory went inside and fell asleep. There was nothing else to do so that's what she did.
The next morning was basically the same routine except she went and applied for the book job. It turned out that Donna was a wacky middle aged woman, she was crazy but, very nice. She and Rory talked for awhile about everything, she was Lorelai with crème' blonde hair. She gave Rory a job in her café slash book store. It was quiet and quaint inside, warm with the smell of coffee, a smell Rory had been longing for, and when she finally got it memories rushed through her head and made her put down the coffee, a few moments later she picked it up and thought of one distinct memory.
~ Flash back~
Rory could smell the coffee off of her mother, it was sweet and pleasant, with a touch of crème and a load of sugar. Rory was about six, Lorelai was about twenty-two, they sat at Luke's counter both drinking coffee, Lorelia would often flirt with Luke, sometimes Rory wished he was her dad, he would make her lunch in the morning, bag it just for her, he'd argue with Lorelai about Rory's coffee addiction at such a young age, and he'd smiled at her this proud smile like she was his. She basically was his though he was there for everything, he'd be there for Lorelai when she needed him, why they never got together was unknown, Rory may have been only six, but she saw it all how Luke would dote over Lorelai and she would do the same over him, how they'd flirt right in front of Stars Hollow. But, this was her most distinct memory. It was late fall and Luke was just closing, Lorelai had to go to work so she left Rory with Luke. Rory sat up on the counter Indian style eating apple pie, she heard the door open and Lorelai pop in, Lorelai had this look in her eyes, the where huge and whole, they had this magnificent glow to them. Rory watched as Luke walked towards Lorelai, he was so young he did crazy things sometimes, but this was one of the most daring, he gripped onto her mothers hips and kissed her, Rory watched and smiled as they kissed, then they broke apart they were quiet and smiley Lorelai rushed out he door forgetting Rory, she came back a few seconds later quietly smiling at Luke as she took Rory into her arms and walked home. When they got home Rory questioned her mother in her childish way, Lorelai just smiled. Rory sat with her mom on the sofa, she had never seen Lorelai smile so much in her life.
For the next few years Lorelai and Luke would Kiss on and off but never really have a relationship, then when Chris came Lorelai didn't step foot into Luke's.
~ End of Flashback~
Rory often wondered what would of happened if Chris never came, if Luke and Lorelai had gotten together quicker. But there was no need to wonder, time was never going to go back. Rory got dinner and then went over to the park with her book in hand, it was getting dark, when she noticed a tall blonde hair boy walk up to her and sat next to her.
"Hey," he said in his husky voice, "What are ya reading?" Rory looked over at him and smiled, "Oliver Twist," She never really like that book, but she started to read it again, for some reason it didn't have that affect on her.
He nodded, he wasn't a reader, he wasn't much of anything, but he was giving this a try. "I'm Mark, Mark Bloom," he said quickly trying his luck on the pretty girl next to him, he put out his hand so she could shake it.
Rory nodded and shook his hand, "I'm Rory Gilmore, nice to meet you," She said as she witnessed a dark-haired boy walk by and place himself on a bench about fifty feet away, he wasn't alone this time however, he was accompanied by a tiny fawn Boxer, the puppy laid down on the bench right beside him and rested his head on the handsomely dark mans thigh. He took out his book and started to read paying no attention to anyone around him.
Mark looked at Rory, "So, would you like to go out sometime?"
Rory was surprised at his openness, no one had ever done that, but he seemed nice she didn't really know what to say, "Um, I um," she paused.
He looked at her, "I saw you reading for the last few days, you just seemed nice, and I wanted to talk to you,"
She nodded, and smiled slightly, "I guess, we could go for coffee or something."
He smiled and nodded, "How about, tomorrow night? If that's ok for you."
Rory nodded, she need to get out a little, the nights she was spending alone wasn't good for her, she need to try get to know the city a little better. If she didn't she knew she'd be on the next bus towards Stars Hollow. "Ok, well um, I'll meet you in the little café a few blocks from here, tomorrow night." She smiled.
He nodded and got up, "Well I have to head to work, and I'll see you about five tomorrow."
She nodded, "Bye Mark," she said as he started to walk away.
"Bye, Rory," he turned around and waved then stumbled backwards.
Rory laughed, he seemed nice. She glanced over at the opposite bench it was empty, she looked down the path and saw a tiny dog and the man walking away. She watched as they made the turn and disappeared into the new darkness. She got up and headed in the opposite direction. She stopped out side of the phone booth in front of her building. She looked at a phone, thinking about it then she picked it up to dial a number.
I don't own anything! If I did Jess would be back and he would live in my closet! Everything belongs to the WB, and who ever else owns it.
Here is a little bit of a summary- Jess and Rory never met. Jess never came to Stars Hollow, Jess lives in the city, he is 19 he lives by himself, and Liz his mother lives with her fiancé Kane. Rory is almost 19, Lorelai and Chris had a rocky relationship, Chris had become an alcoholic for many reasons and was often abusive towards her and Lorelai, and Rory's life is upside-down.
~Of The Night
She never thought life her life would turn out this way, on a bus going as far as her ticket could take her. New York City, wasn't the fairytale life she had once dreamed of. The dreams of Yale, Princeton, Harvard and a classy life went right out the window. Stars Hollow was always a home to her, until her mother took Chris back in, her real father. He had come from a similar rich high class life like her mother, getting her pregnant at 16 and taking no responsibility for it. He found his way back and she took him in, he promised them the world, and in turn destroyed the simple life Rory and Lorelai once held.
He did all he could for about four years, then he lost his job, which was basically his life. It had happened so fast, he started to drink, but when drinking casually wasn't enough he turned to harder liquor, and he soon was drinking in order to survive, as he called it. For the first few months it wasn't bad, then he started to yell more, then a few months later he started to beat on Lorelai, he promised he'd stop over and over and it only lead to more drinking. Lorelai tried to leave, so many times and take her daughter with her, but she'd go back she loved him so much, he was her first true love. Rory was about sixteen when Chris started to drink, life became unbearable so when she turned eighteen all of her thoughts went to one thing. Leaving. She planned out all of her money perfectly, one hundred dollars went to bus tickets and the items needed for her journey, and the four hundred went to a place to live.
She stared dully out the window, it was a crisp September night, it was still the warm summer look yet, and it had the crisp cool nip to the air. The road was a bit empty compared to what she thought it would be, as the bus drew closer to the city she could see the city lights, those lights she had never seen before, it was odd how everybody had a different opinion on those lights, to her they where beautiful a sign of something new. She got off the bus and grabbed her bags she was off, a week before she left she had went online and found a few places, she reserved a place for two weeks that would give her enough time to get something else. She managed to find her way there, after getting lost 3 times and asking 5 people. She walked into the little room she had rented. She glanced around. She shut her eyes and took a breath, it was bad. The room wasn't very clean, it was dark, but it was home for now. She walked across the room and went into the tiny door way, there sat a dingy toilet bowl and sink. She walked back into the living room slash bed room. She locked the door, grabbed her bag and sat on the worn mattress. She shuffled trough her large duffle bag, full of jeans, shirts, and books. She brought all of her pants, and most of her shirts, she had no clue how she got all of that in her bag and then she got some of her prized books into there too. The hardest thing to part with was her books there where so many, and she loved them all. Rory let out a breath, and felt a tear roll down her cheek, what had she done, she left her mother for a few hours and already she missed her, she should have been stronger, with more survival skills, but Lorelai was always there. Rory grabbed her other bag and rummaged through it, she pulled out a photo album, and flipped through it, every picture was of her and Lorelai, every page was a new year, something Lorelai had thought of, each paged was packed with pictures of their life together. Rory got to the twelfth page, and her father was in the pictures, she flipped through the next four pages of her happy family and then she came to the sixteenth page, it was blank everything after that was blank. She put her head in her hands, this wasn't the way it was supposed to be. She knew that Lorelai was probably going crazy right now, coming home and finding a letter, Rory remembered the letter perfectly, 'I needed to get away, its not you its him. Please don't look for me, I'll write you when I get where I'm going, I love you,' Rory put it where she knew Lorelai would find it, in the snack cabinet, that was always the first place Lorelai went when she got home. Rory shuffled through the bag some more and found sheets and a blanket. She put them on the bed and thought it could always be worse.
The next morning she woke up and looked around, it wasn't as bad as it had seemed the night before, she was grateful. She got up and went to her bag, pulled out some paper and a pen, fulfilling he promise to Lorelai. 'Mom, I'm ok, please don't worry! I can't tell you where I'm at know, but I will eventually. I hope your ok, I miss you, I hate being with out you, Love you so much, Rory,' Rory pulled out some envelopes and wrote the address on the front, she placed the letter in the envelope, grabbed a bag, and headed towards the bathroom. She got into the shower it wasn't to dirty it was ok, not like her own but it was fine for now. She got dressed and walked out of her little place. She walked around for awhile, mailed her letter, and just walked then she grabbed the paper and sat on a bench in the park. She flipped through it circling jobs her and there that she might like, then she came to a really good job, the add read, 'Wanted: Some one who knows books, all types. Call Donna at 108-2006,' Rory looked at it this she would actually have a shot at, something she would enjoy. She looked around the park, there were some people but not tons, there were more women then men and most men seemed to be talking except one, he sat reading a book, just reading, on a Sunday afternoon he was reading, he was young, dark, and mysterious, unlike anyone she had ever seen before. She looked around some more, there was a few people feeding birds and a few teens babbling about something. She always tried to stay away from that type, those groups that babbled about everything and everyone, those groups where everyone was perfect and everyone wanted to be like them, she never wanted to be like them, she didn't hate them but she didn't go out of her way to make 'perky' conversation. She walked back to her place, she had a map in hand, but she was getting better. She went to the payphone that sat outside her building, and dialed the ads number. She gave some information and set up a meeting for Monday. Rory went inside and fell asleep. There was nothing else to do so that's what she did.
The next morning was basically the same routine except she went and applied for the book job. It turned out that Donna was a wacky middle aged woman, she was crazy but, very nice. She and Rory talked for awhile about everything, she was Lorelai with crème' blonde hair. She gave Rory a job in her café slash book store. It was quiet and quaint inside, warm with the smell of coffee, a smell Rory had been longing for, and when she finally got it memories rushed through her head and made her put down the coffee, a few moments later she picked it up and thought of one distinct memory.
~ Flash back~
Rory could smell the coffee off of her mother, it was sweet and pleasant, with a touch of crème and a load of sugar. Rory was about six, Lorelai was about twenty-two, they sat at Luke's counter both drinking coffee, Lorelia would often flirt with Luke, sometimes Rory wished he was her dad, he would make her lunch in the morning, bag it just for her, he'd argue with Lorelai about Rory's coffee addiction at such a young age, and he'd smiled at her this proud smile like she was his. She basically was his though he was there for everything, he'd be there for Lorelai when she needed him, why they never got together was unknown, Rory may have been only six, but she saw it all how Luke would dote over Lorelai and she would do the same over him, how they'd flirt right in front of Stars Hollow. But, this was her most distinct memory. It was late fall and Luke was just closing, Lorelai had to go to work so she left Rory with Luke. Rory sat up on the counter Indian style eating apple pie, she heard the door open and Lorelai pop in, Lorelai had this look in her eyes, the where huge and whole, they had this magnificent glow to them. Rory watched as Luke walked towards Lorelai, he was so young he did crazy things sometimes, but this was one of the most daring, he gripped onto her mothers hips and kissed her, Rory watched and smiled as they kissed, then they broke apart they were quiet and smiley Lorelai rushed out he door forgetting Rory, she came back a few seconds later quietly smiling at Luke as she took Rory into her arms and walked home. When they got home Rory questioned her mother in her childish way, Lorelai just smiled. Rory sat with her mom on the sofa, she had never seen Lorelai smile so much in her life.
For the next few years Lorelai and Luke would Kiss on and off but never really have a relationship, then when Chris came Lorelai didn't step foot into Luke's.
~ End of Flashback~
Rory often wondered what would of happened if Chris never came, if Luke and Lorelai had gotten together quicker. But there was no need to wonder, time was never going to go back. Rory got dinner and then went over to the park with her book in hand, it was getting dark, when she noticed a tall blonde hair boy walk up to her and sat next to her.
"Hey," he said in his husky voice, "What are ya reading?" Rory looked over at him and smiled, "Oliver Twist," She never really like that book, but she started to read it again, for some reason it didn't have that affect on her.
He nodded, he wasn't a reader, he wasn't much of anything, but he was giving this a try. "I'm Mark, Mark Bloom," he said quickly trying his luck on the pretty girl next to him, he put out his hand so she could shake it.
Rory nodded and shook his hand, "I'm Rory Gilmore, nice to meet you," She said as she witnessed a dark-haired boy walk by and place himself on a bench about fifty feet away, he wasn't alone this time however, he was accompanied by a tiny fawn Boxer, the puppy laid down on the bench right beside him and rested his head on the handsomely dark mans thigh. He took out his book and started to read paying no attention to anyone around him.
Mark looked at Rory, "So, would you like to go out sometime?"
Rory was surprised at his openness, no one had ever done that, but he seemed nice she didn't really know what to say, "Um, I um," she paused.
He looked at her, "I saw you reading for the last few days, you just seemed nice, and I wanted to talk to you,"
She nodded, and smiled slightly, "I guess, we could go for coffee or something."
He smiled and nodded, "How about, tomorrow night? If that's ok for you."
Rory nodded, she need to get out a little, the nights she was spending alone wasn't good for her, she need to try get to know the city a little better. If she didn't she knew she'd be on the next bus towards Stars Hollow. "Ok, well um, I'll meet you in the little café a few blocks from here, tomorrow night." She smiled.
He nodded and got up, "Well I have to head to work, and I'll see you about five tomorrow."
She nodded, "Bye Mark," she said as he started to walk away.
"Bye, Rory," he turned around and waved then stumbled backwards.
Rory laughed, he seemed nice. She glanced over at the opposite bench it was empty, she looked down the path and saw a tiny dog and the man walking away. She watched as they made the turn and disappeared into the new darkness. She got up and headed in the opposite direction. She stopped out side of the phone booth in front of her building. She looked at a phone, thinking about it then she picked it up to dial a number.