Sins
Chapter 1: Greed
I do not own anything related to Gilmore Girls
PG, I guess for the two first chapters but it'll get steamier further away.
"All you think about is yourself! I've had enough of this. I've tolerated this for too long. I'm through. We're through", shouted the young dark- haired woman, slamming the door to Jess Mariano's apartment behind her.
He had been dumped. Again. Selfish. Self-centred. Egoistical. They were overused words in the speech each one of his ex-girlfriends had burdened him with. He was constantly thinking about his work, his unfinished essay, and his job. His recently-lost-job. So? Plus, he was not a sharer. Jess always ended with a girl who absolutely needed to share. Their feelings, their thoughts, even their toothbrushes. Frances was just like all the other ones that cam and went by in the last 3 years.
Since he had left Stars Hollow to come to study in New York City, all the girls he had met had been the same. They were all the same or they were just not Rory. After leaving her in the small town, he had decided to try and forget about her. He submerged himself in his studies and limited his social interactions with the people who reminded him of her, including Luke. But after completing a Major in English and American Literature and a Minor in Literature in translation and graduating from NYU, she still occupied his every thoughts. It was too easy. Every time he drank coffee, every time he entered a bookstore, every time someone mentioned the state of Connecticut. But Jess felt responsible for their brutal separation. When they both went off to college, they swore they would keep in touch. But he didn't. He didn't call back when she left messages. In fact he had never called at all. The few times they had talked, when she had called him, she was either still with Dean or, after they had broken up, dating a certain Matthew. Jess felt as if he could only ever be a friend to Rory so he chose to stop any contact with her.
A few hours after Frances had stormed out, Jess was sitting on the floor of the living room area of his small studio apartment in Greenwich Village. Amongst piles of the city's newspapers, Jess' eyes were running over the many job postings. He had been fired from the editing studio where he had worked for the last two years because they had caught him leaving with rolls of film and assumed he wanted to sell the almost finished film on the black market before it was released. In fact, Jess had only wanted to watch the film again because he liked how the director had achieved making the only decent version of the great novel which it was based on: "A Christmas Carol" by Charles Dickens. Dickens. Dickens reminded him of Rory.
Suddenly, the phone rang.
"Damn it" Jess said out loud. He got up and walked quickly over to the kitchen nearly knocking over his cup of coffee, sitting on a pile of week- old editions of the New York Times.
"Yello."
"Jess, it's Franny" almost whispered the woman on the other side of the line.
"Yeah, whaddayawant?" Jess said exhaled, annoyed.
"Well" she started "I forgot some clothes at your place. And some books and CDs too."
"So?"
"Could you bring them back?"
"No!"
"What? What do you mean 'no', you selfish bastard!" she exploded. "The least you could do is."
"They remind me of you!" Jess interrupted, obviously lying.
But the lie was unnoticed by Frances.
"Oh. ok. It's ok, I understand" she said, guiltily. Truth be told she enjoyed the idea that he wanted the keep her things to remember her from. However, this was not the reason why Jess wanted to keep Frances' things.
"Yeah, bye Franny." And Jess hung up.
When it came to music and literature, Jess was a little bit greedy. Every single disk or book he could own, therefore improving his personal collection, was welcomed. Bought, stolen, kept from a former flame, found on the street. Anyway, any day. Frances had forgotten her Blur CD, her book on Toulouse-Lautrec and her Echo & the Bunnymen t-shirt. He thought the shirt could come in handy if a girl would sleep over in the near future. Then he thought Rory could look good wearing it. Wearing it and nothing else.
Jess returned to his newspaper mess and picked up the New York Sun. A job offer for a projectionist at a near-by repertory movie-theatre was posted. "Why not?" he thought as he wrote down the phone number.
Chapter 1: Greed
I do not own anything related to Gilmore Girls
PG, I guess for the two first chapters but it'll get steamier further away.
"All you think about is yourself! I've had enough of this. I've tolerated this for too long. I'm through. We're through", shouted the young dark- haired woman, slamming the door to Jess Mariano's apartment behind her.
He had been dumped. Again. Selfish. Self-centred. Egoistical. They were overused words in the speech each one of his ex-girlfriends had burdened him with. He was constantly thinking about his work, his unfinished essay, and his job. His recently-lost-job. So? Plus, he was not a sharer. Jess always ended with a girl who absolutely needed to share. Their feelings, their thoughts, even their toothbrushes. Frances was just like all the other ones that cam and went by in the last 3 years.
Since he had left Stars Hollow to come to study in New York City, all the girls he had met had been the same. They were all the same or they were just not Rory. After leaving her in the small town, he had decided to try and forget about her. He submerged himself in his studies and limited his social interactions with the people who reminded him of her, including Luke. But after completing a Major in English and American Literature and a Minor in Literature in translation and graduating from NYU, she still occupied his every thoughts. It was too easy. Every time he drank coffee, every time he entered a bookstore, every time someone mentioned the state of Connecticut. But Jess felt responsible for their brutal separation. When they both went off to college, they swore they would keep in touch. But he didn't. He didn't call back when she left messages. In fact he had never called at all. The few times they had talked, when she had called him, she was either still with Dean or, after they had broken up, dating a certain Matthew. Jess felt as if he could only ever be a friend to Rory so he chose to stop any contact with her.
A few hours after Frances had stormed out, Jess was sitting on the floor of the living room area of his small studio apartment in Greenwich Village. Amongst piles of the city's newspapers, Jess' eyes were running over the many job postings. He had been fired from the editing studio where he had worked for the last two years because they had caught him leaving with rolls of film and assumed he wanted to sell the almost finished film on the black market before it was released. In fact, Jess had only wanted to watch the film again because he liked how the director had achieved making the only decent version of the great novel which it was based on: "A Christmas Carol" by Charles Dickens. Dickens. Dickens reminded him of Rory.
Suddenly, the phone rang.
"Damn it" Jess said out loud. He got up and walked quickly over to the kitchen nearly knocking over his cup of coffee, sitting on a pile of week- old editions of the New York Times.
"Yello."
"Jess, it's Franny" almost whispered the woman on the other side of the line.
"Yeah, whaddayawant?" Jess said exhaled, annoyed.
"Well" she started "I forgot some clothes at your place. And some books and CDs too."
"So?"
"Could you bring them back?"
"No!"
"What? What do you mean 'no', you selfish bastard!" she exploded. "The least you could do is."
"They remind me of you!" Jess interrupted, obviously lying.
But the lie was unnoticed by Frances.
"Oh. ok. It's ok, I understand" she said, guiltily. Truth be told she enjoyed the idea that he wanted the keep her things to remember her from. However, this was not the reason why Jess wanted to keep Frances' things.
"Yeah, bye Franny." And Jess hung up.
When it came to music and literature, Jess was a little bit greedy. Every single disk or book he could own, therefore improving his personal collection, was welcomed. Bought, stolen, kept from a former flame, found on the street. Anyway, any day. Frances had forgotten her Blur CD, her book on Toulouse-Lautrec and her Echo & the Bunnymen t-shirt. He thought the shirt could come in handy if a girl would sleep over in the near future. Then he thought Rory could look good wearing it. Wearing it and nothing else.
Jess returned to his newspaper mess and picked up the New York Sun. A job offer for a projectionist at a near-by repertory movie-theatre was posted. "Why not?" he thought as he wrote down the phone number.