Disclaimer: I own nothing. I wish I owned Jess. Wishes never come true. Sad...
A/N: Ok, I know that I haven't updated some of my other stories in a while, but I really had this story running around in my mind, so I decided to write the story and put it up. This is my first all Literati fic I've made. I've written literati, but not from the start. Unless you count My Happy Ending, but technically, it's a song fic story. So put in your input, tell me what you think of the story. Here's what it's about.
SUMMARY: What happens when Luke doesn't give Jess the apartment. Rory, being the nice person she is, helps him out. Not a oneshot. 4.13.
Chapter 1: 2AM and it's 30 degrees
Sleep did not come for Rory Gilmore. The red number on the clock flashed again as it changed, as it had been doing since around 11. Rory groan and turned over, trying to sleep. Casting a sideways glance at the clock, it changed again, now reading, 2:06.
Feeling a chill, Rory pulled her blanket closer to her. She turned again as she thought about Jess. And his return, she quickly reminded herself. Not about him... About him freezing to death in this 30 degree weather. Because it was cold. And because she was over him. Right? She shook her head quickly.
With another grona, Rory sat up quickly as she pulled the covers off of her and stood up quickly. Shivering, she shoved her cold feet into her shoes. Socks, remember socks next time you go off to save a freezing, possible dead carcass of your ex-boyfriend. Grabbing a blanket off the shelf of her closet, she slipped on her thick coat and wrapped her blanket from her own bed around her. She stumbled out the front door sleepily, closing it softly as she tiptoed around the driveway, avoiding her mother's window. Shuffling through the new layer of snow, she wrapped her arms around her, pulling her coat tighter.
Why was he back? The question kept popping up repeatedly in her mind until she finally spotted the car. As she expected, he lay in the backseat of the car, shivering despite his jacket and hat,Franny and Zooeybeing held tightly in his hand that wasn't stuffed in his pocket. She knocked against the glass of the window, but he didn't stir. Rapping against it harder, he sat up quickly, bumping his head on the ceiling. She could see him curse under his breath, but they both froze at the sight of each other.
His eyes widened at the sight of her. He was dreaming. He must be, despite her determined but angry look, there was no way she would show up at his car door to talk to him.
Slowly opening the car door, a rush of colder air hit him, waking him up. Ok, he wasn't dreaming.
She blinked. "Here..." she shoved the blanket into his arms. He looked at her in confusion.
"Wha-" was all he managed to get out. He blinked and tried to stop his body from shivering.
Rory bit her lip as her mind was spinning in circles. She frowned and grabbed his arm, pulling him out of the car as she quickly closed the door.
"What are you-" Jess couldn't speak, he was at a loss for words at why his ex, the girl who should hate him and want him to die, had given him a blanket and was dragging him in the direction of her house. He let out a cold, shuddering breath and both of their breathes mingled in the air as she quickly walked to her house.
She unlocked the door with numb fingers, her hand shaking as she opened it.
Why is she doing this? He thought, as she pulled him inside.
"You can stay on the couch for tonight. It's cold, but not nearly as cold as outside..." she raspily whispered, her throat sore.
Jess spoke his thoughts. "Why are you doing this?" He quietly asked with a shudder.
She frowned and chewed her lip for a moment before answering.
"Because..." she dragged her words, "I don't want to wake up in the morning and find the dead carcass of my ex-boyfriend..." she said, emphasizing the ex. She began chewing on her lip again.
He felt a pang of guilt at her tone. Nodding slowly, he watched her eyes avoid his.
"Thank you..." he stuttered slighty. He wasn't used to saying those words.
She nodded. "You're welcome."
Rory glanced up towards the stairs quickly, and he understood that her mom was up there, asleep.
"Goodnight..." she softly whispered, glancing at him before she turned to her room.
"Night..." he said, shivering as he reluctantly headed towards the couch. He laid down and forced himself not to sleep, wanting to definitely be out of the house before morning. Especially before she woke up. Lorelai he meant. He closed his eyes though. The room brought back too many memories.
Sleep befell him. It was cold, the blanket was warm, and he was tired.
He fell asleep before he heard the footsteps wandering into the living room.
A/N: Cliffhanger, huh? Well, please review, this is my first all Literati story. YES! Review soon soon soon, because I so want to know what you think of my story. It's short, I know. The next chapter will be longer, and hopefully better. I bet you're wondering what's going to happen, right? well, I'll tell you...no, never mind. I was messing with your mind. Bwa ha ha, I'll never tell! Ever! Or, at least I will when I update the next chapter. Which, who knows when I will. Don't worry though, it will be soon. Hopefully.