So this annoying little drabble hit me during, yes ladies and gentlemen during, the SAT. Just think of it as my muse getting back at me for not posting in forever (she's on your side now), and I'm feeling some other ideas just waiting to be written so hold on! Brownie points to anyone who can connect the Great Gatsby to this mess... I do not, will not, and can not own Gilmore Girls. And after the last season I'm not entirely sure I want to... Audrey
"Believe me, Rory! I've changed!"
She laughed.
"Isn't it funny, how believe has a lie in it? Irony- right?"
She tilted her head to the side, an exaggerated mockery of the way silent movie stars conveyed confusion, her bitter smile betraying the cynicism behind the act.
"I'm sophisticated- God, I'm sophisticated- and it's all thanks to you!"
Her eyes sparkled on the last point, a vindictive parting shot as she turned on her (clichéd) heel.
"Rory-"
He could feel her delight at the begging note in his voice.
"Rory! RORY! I LOVE YOU, GODAMNIT!"
Her newly auburn hair flashed as she spun with a gracefulness she had never possessed in her former life.
"But I'm sophisticated now."
Jess sat up in bed sweating. His heart pounded rhythmically with Sophomore Slump, through the wall and The Great Gatsby slid to the floor, a single thump out of beat. Jess lurched unsteadily from his bed and carefully disentangled himself from the sheets that had trailed after him.
The cool sound of running water soothed the symptoms of his dream, the sweat and the unsteadiness, but a certain uneasiness lingered as he faced himself in the mirror, taking note of the exhaustion that lined his features.
This is, he thought, what you get from neighbors who listen to Fall Out Boy, reading Fitzgerald before bed, eating old Chinese food for dinner. But mostly just from seeing ex-girlfriends.