Disclaimer: Don't own Gilmore Girls, never have, never will…
AN: I just got this idea one day and I'm not quite sure where I'm going to take this, but I thought I would get what I have out there to see how you guys liked it and if I should even continue…so if you have ideas feel free to send them my way, I would really appreciate that… so enjoy…
Background: Just to make things clear, Jess and Rory never met, Jess is in no way related to Luke, so everything we've seen with Jess on the show never happened. Rory and Tristan on the other hand both go to Chilton together and are best friends…
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It was the day after Friday, and the day before Sunday. Saturday, and It started out just like any other Saturday should. There wasn't anything special about it. No ones birthday, no ones anniversary, no special holiday, it was just a regular Saturday like all the others. On this Saturday Jess didn't have any of those weird feelings you get when you know something's off, the kind of feeling you get when you get in a car accident. After looking back on it, you realize the day just felt wrong, it was weird, like you could smell it in the air. One of those feeling when you know that day is going to be different from all the others and actually change your life. Jess didn't get that warning, it just came.
The air was hot and thick and the sun was heating up his small room like an oven. It was sunset, when the day seems to be at its hottest, instead of cooling down. He rolled over in his bed and tried to fall back asleep, but all the sweat that had been dripping off his body had soaked into the sheets making in unbearable to stay in bed. He turned onto his back and lay for awhile, eyes stagnant. He never entirely opened his eyes because he liked to make sure he was alone and there wasn't some stranger there with him. He couldn't trust himself, sometimes he'd be alone, other times there would be a girl laying there, a girl who's face he had never seen before, a girl who no matter how hard he tried he just couldn't remember how she got there. When he reached out and felt that no one was there he gradually began to stretch and opened one eye at a time. He looked over at the clock, 6 PM, where had his day gone? He was supposed to meet his friends down in front of Al's Liquorama at 6, like they did last Saturday, and the Saturday before that, and like would do the following Saturday, and the others in the future, but this Saturday was different, because this Saturday he was going to be late.
He stared at the clock for awhile longer before deciding to actually get out of bed. If it wasn't so hot he would just stay in bed for the rest of the day, but he needed to get out, he needed the fresh air. So he rolled out of bed, well he tried to roll, but the sheet was knotted around his feet which caused him to fall out of bed with a loud thump! He swiftly soared to his feet and rubbed his head… "That sucked" he mumbled. He was glad there was no one there to witness that, because well, it wasn't one of his prouder moments. He walked over to the mirror and stared himself, he looked so old, so worn out, so tired for being so young. He looked like all the life had been sucked out of him. He needed a break, a vacation; he needed an escape, anything to get him out of the hell hole he was living in. He walked over to the chair by his door and picked up his clothes, he shook them off, they hadn't been washed in a week and probably wouldn't be washed still in another week, he sniffed them and then shrugged, they smelt like last night, a mixture of sweat, cigarettes and booze with a hint of his aftershave, he didn't care, everyone smelt the same and he had no one to impress. By the time he finally threw on his clothes, grabbed his cash and a book off his dresser it was already 6:30. No big deal, they'd all still be there, they always were, and they had nowhere else to go.
As he made his way to the door he grabbed his keys off the counter. They were always in the same spot under the newspaper next to the telephone. He wasn't sure how they always managed to make in the exact same spot, especially under the newspaper but they did. He never remembers putting them there, but he must have, or else they would have been somewhere else. He sometimes wonders if maybe his mother puts them there, trying to hide them so he wont leave the house and get in trouble, but you'd think she'd try a new hiding place by now, since he was never home when she was. He stepped out of the apartment and turned to lock the door. He wasn't sure why he even bothered locking the door. His mom never remembered her keys and it wasn't like there was anything worth stealing inside their rat nest of an apartment. He chuckled to himself as he thought of this and locked the door anyway, just so his mom would have to wait in the hallway.
Lucky for him Al's Liquorama was just down the block from his apartment building, step out the door make a left and then two more rights and you were there. It would take him no more then 5 minutes to make it there. He took his book out of his back pocket and began to read, 5 minutes was 5 minutes, whatever time he had to read, he did so. He knew the streets like the back of his hand so as he turned the corner onto the street where Al's was, he didn't bother to look up. He kept on reading, then he thought if he made a left now into the alley he could keep on reading, but his friends were waiting and he wasn't one to let them down. Of all the days to not look up, today would have been the day to finally get his head out of that book and pay attention. If he had he would have realized it would have been smart thing to turn around and go home. But he kept his head down and didn't realize it until his friends came charging at him.
"JESS!" They yelled as they laughed and ran by him, now running backwards and smiling, "You missed it!" they shouted and they turned back away from him and sprinted down the nearest alley.
"Missed what?" he asked as he turned to watch as they ran away from him. He had stopped when he heard his name, his back facing Al's. Then he looked back and saw the cops, and not until he saw them did something in his head click and tell him to run as well, "Wait up!" he shouted as he ran after them.
His head was still turned and looking at Al's, as he ran in the opposite direction, he made it about 15 feet before he ran into an officer, "Hold it." A deep voice rang in his ear, and then he felt a hand pressed against his chest, which quickly turned into a fist and grabbed him by the back of the shirt dragging him to the car.
Jess rolled his eyes and went along. This time he did nothing wrong, so he had nothing to worry about.
They drove him down to the station, and when they arrived Jess knew exactly where to go. He stepped out of the car and slowly made his way up the front steps. The officer held the door open for him and Jess gave him a nasty look. He made his way over to the same seat he always sits in, the one right next to officer Huey's desk, where he'd ask him a bunch of pointless questions and then let him go.
"I'm getting sick of seeing you in here Jess." Officer Huey said as he made his way over to his desk holding Jess's papers in his hands.
"I'm getting sick of being here Huey." He rolled his eyes.
Officer Huey always dealt with Jess. They saw each other on a weekly basis and although they both wouldn't admit it, they respected and cared for each other. Huey was the only role model Jess had to look up to, and Jess was like the troubled son that Huey wanted to take care of.
"What am I going to do with you? Your in here every day Mariano." Huey sat down at his desk in front of his computer.
"Stop bringing me here and you won't have that problem." Jess responded staring out the window and still not looking at Huey
"Just tell me what happened so we can get this done and over with."
"I wouldn't know I wasn't there." Jess leaned back in his chair and stretched out his legs.
"Mariano, you were running, tell me or I can't let you go."
"I swear I wasn't there, I didn't even know what was going on till I saw my friends run past me."
"That's the same thing you say every time, and every time you were there." Officer Huey removed the pen from his shirt pocket and scribbled something down inside Jess's folder.
"Well this time I wasn't, and that's the truth, believe it if you want." Jess cracked his knuckles.
"You know we're going to be here all night if don't tell me." This time he looked over at Jess.
Jess rolled his eyes and didn't say a word. It's not like he had somewhere to be.
"Just let the kid go if he said he didn't do it, he didn't do it." A voice came from a few feet behind Jess.
Officer Huey looked over the young boy sitting a few feet away by the door, "Keep your mouth shut DuGrey!"
"Hey all I'm saying is, he says he's telling the truth, so why makes things so much more difficult then they need to be." He sat up straight in his chair.
Officer Huey let out a deep sigh before turning his attention back Jess.
"I think you should listen to him and let me go." Jess pointed to where Tristan was sitting.
"Why should I listen to him? He's no better off then you are."
"Ahem" Tristan cleared his throat. "I am better off them him, because you see I have something that he doesn't."
"And what's that?" Officer Huey turned sharply to look at Tristan.
"Well right now I have my freedom." He smiled.
"Then why are you still here DuGrey? Didn't I let you out like an hour ago?"
"I'm waiting for my ride." He turned to look back out the doors, he was growing impatient.
Officer Huey turned back to Jess, "Jess, I can't just let you go. What am I supposed to do just send you back out there on the streets? Your mother is never home, and obviously isn't taking care of you, I probably see you more then she does, and half your friends are locked up, the other half that aren't, are living in some cardboard box in an alley somewhere, doing only god knows what that will just bring you right back here, for a longer stay."
"My mother may not be there, but I do have a home." Jess was annoyed.
"Is it sanitary?"
Jess didn't answer, the truth was it wasn't. But he wanted out, he hated the station.
Then they both heard a voice speak up, "He can come home with me." "What?" Huey and Jess said both at the same time, turning to look at the blonde hair, blue eyed boy sitting next to the window.
"He can come home with me, I mean my parents are never home, and we have the room, it won't be a problem, it would probably be fun." Tristan didn't even look at them; he just stared out the window waiting for his ride.
"I don't think that's such a good idea, two guys living together that met in a police station in New York, it sounds like trouble to me…"
Before Huey could say anything else Jess responded, "Yeah, okay."
Huey shot his head around to look at Jess, and glared at him.
Jess shrugged, "Maybe this could be good for me, get me away from my friends for awhile, get a taste of someone else's life, plus it'll give you a break." Jess showed real concern in his voice towards Huey, "I'll be okay." He nodded.
Just then Tristan's ride walked through the front doors of the station.
"Rides here come on." He turned and looked at Jess for the first time since he threw out his offer.
Jess stood up and smiled and Huey, "I'll be seeing ya." He patted him on the back and followed Tristan out the door.
Tristan was standing there in the night air, next to front seat passenger door, "Names Tristan." He held out his hand.
"Jess." He took his hand and shook it before they both got in the car.
AN: oohh another an… anyways I hope you liked what I have so far, I have one more chapter after this written and an idea for the future, but anyways please review and tell me whatever…