Put your stuff down and go to the stereo.
It's Jess alright. His hand writing was a dead give away. She placed her keys in its usual place and hung up her coat on the coat rack next to the door. She walked in to the living room where they kept the stereo. There was a bunch of candles, all lit, all different heights that accented the other's pale color. On top of the stereo, there was another note.
Press play.
She did. The song began, If You're Not the One, by Daniel Bedingfield surrounded the quaint apartment.
If you're not the one then why does my soul feel glad today?
If you're not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?
If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call
If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all
I never know what the future brings
But I know you are here with me now
We'll make it through
And I hope you are the one I share my life with
I don't want to run away but I can't take it, I don't understand
If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?
If I don't need you then why am I crying on my bed?
If I don't need you then why does your name resound in my head?
If you're not for me then why does this distance maim my life?
If you're not for me then why do I dream of you as my wife?
Rory smiled at the words. Nice song, but why? She thought as she looked around and a rather large book caught her eye. She picked it up. It read:
Forever
It was a scrapbook of notes, pictures, pages of old books, and
even the tickets from the concert that they went to six years ago. On the
last page was another note.
So, how should this book end? Should
it? Turn the page
I don't know why you're so far away
But I know that this much is true
We'll make it through
And I hope
you are the one I share my life with
And I wish that you could be the one I
die with
And I pray in you're the one I build my home with
I hope I love
you all my life
I don't want to run away but I can't take it, I don't
understand
If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I
am
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?
'Cause I miss you,
body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away
And I breathe you into
my heart and pray for the strength to stand today
'Cause I love you, whether
it's wrong or right
And though I can't be with you tonight
And know my
heart is by your side
She turned the page. It read:
I
love you and in the six years that I've known you have been the best of my
life. I know that I'm not perfect but you are...for me. You are The
One. The one that I never knew existed until I met you. The one that
I would do anything for, just to make them happy. The One. The One
that I love.
Rory was on the verge of tears. Just below the
note was a picture. She gasped quietly. It was the picture of an
engagement ring, the perfect ring, in a velvet box. She and Lorelai had
seen it in the window of a small jewelry shop in the village the last time
Lorelai was in the city, the second she saw it she fell in love with it.
It had a white gold band with a heart shaped diamond, and two smaller round
diamonds on the sides. She blinked and a tear rolled from her eye.
Below the picture was another note.
Turn around.
She turned
around. There he was, standing there, a lot different from the disturbed
teenager he was when she first met him. Tears were streaming down her
eyes.
"I asked Lorelai for help. Do you like it?" he asked
insecurely. Rory stared at him and nodded when the words finally reached
her ears.
"So...um...will you?" he asked, still very nervous. Her
silence both helped and made him feel less sure of himself, although he doubted
that it was possible. She looked at him questioningly, ask if saying,
'Will I what?'. Noticing her confusion, he continued.
"Marry me?",
'There I said it. Speak...please' he thought.
"Are you
kidding me? There's no way in hell I'd ever say no. I wouldn't give you
the pleasure." she finally said, as the song ended, quietly, through a smile and
tears. She stepped closer to him, and he took the ring out of the
box. He slid it gently onto her small fingers, they shared a
smile.
"I love you." She said looking into his coffee brown
eyes. She hugged him. "You're perfect, for me. I wouldn't
change anything about you. You're the one...for me." She whispered
into his ear. She felt a tear touch her shoulder. He broke out of
their embrace to look into her clear blue eyes.
"I love you too." He
said, she could see the tears in his eyes and smiled. "So, do you want to
call Lorelai now, or...later?" he said with a smirk that made her blush and
smile even more.
"Later...much later." She smiled and reached to press
play on the CD player.
I don't want to run away but I can't take it, I
don't understand
If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that
I am
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?
He kissed her
as if he was holding it in for an eternity. They stood together for what
seemed like an eternity. They moved the few feet into the bedroom.
They slept well into the morning, in each other's arms.
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Author's Note: I hope you liked
it. I just really like the song so I had to do it. To clear things
up, everything that happens in the show up to the season three finally has
happened, meaning that Jess does go to Cali with his dad. They met up
again in Star's Hallow, for her mother's wedding to Luke. They are about
23 or 24, in case you wanted to know. I might re-post it, so if you see it
updated, it probably won't be. Rory's a journalist in the New York
Times and Jess, obviously, is a published author.
