0.1 No Goodbye?
[forgot a disclaimer: all not mine 'cept the girl]
He silently watched his nephew glance at the bar for the sixteenth time. Luke let out a breath of exasperation.
"Uh, she- she's in Washington, Jess. Apparently, she won this Vice-President-Election-thingus at Chilton."
Jess looked at him blankly, "Oh."
The kid then started to wipe the table he was standing in front of. Suddenly, he stopped, "She didn't come over? I mean, to say goodbye?"
"No, they, uh, left pretty early."
"Oh."
Luke saw his nephew's face just kind of, prune up, obviously in deep thought and remained silent the whole day. He sighed once again and started wiping the bar counter. Poor kid.
Jess liked closing up the diner. The place became empty and peaceful. Those weirdo-townspeople were all off to their next adventure, leaving the diner nice and quiet. His uncle didn't talk too much, unless he was yelling about something he had done, but other than that, it was nice and quiet. Closing up gave him time to think, usually about Rory Gilmore.
It was raining hard tonight, he observed. He hoped that some people of the Stars Hollow population got drenched tonight; one tall idiot who always got in his way, in particular.
He then saw a figure covered in the darkness. He watched closely as it stumbled along its way. Jess squinted his eyes a bit. The thing suddenly pitched forward and fell face first onto the sidewalk. Jess saw this. He dropped the rag he was holding and ran outside into the rain, toward 'him', no 'her', or maybe even 'it'.
When he came closer, he realized that 'it' was definitely a 'her'. He lifted her up and carried her into the diner.
"Luke!"
Jess hurried the girl into the apartment upstairs. He went straight to his room.
"Are you sure you want to stick her in that pigsty in there? Because we might not… find… her…"
Luke's voice trailed away when he entered Jess' room. It was clean. His bed was made; his gargantuan book collection was piled up neatly to one side of the room; his CD's were neatly shelved; his clothes were nowhere to be seen. It was the miracle of all miracles: Jess Mariano, the Pig, had cleaned up.
"Hey Luke, are you just going to stare at my room all night or are you actually going to help me with this?"
His uncle snapped out of his trance, "What? Oh, uh, yeah. Sure."
They got as far as taking her shoes off. Jess looked at his uncle; Luke stared at his nephew. They both really didn't want to take any other articles of clothing off, considering the evident gender gap that they were stuck in.
The two 'gentlemen' thought of someone to possibly call. Both were thinking of the same person, but neither really wanted to talk to her. Finally, Jess cracked.
"We don't have a choice, Luke. It's either her or the stupid French guy who might not even be gay."
His uncle sighed, but gave in.
"Fine, but tell her you found the girl--"
"Which is true."
"--and that it was your idea to call her."
"Again with the word, 'true'"
"Do not mention me or my name in any way."
"Aye, Captain."
[forgot a disclaimer: all not mine 'cept the girl]
He silently watched his nephew glance at the bar for the sixteenth time. Luke let out a breath of exasperation.
"Uh, she- she's in Washington, Jess. Apparently, she won this Vice-President-Election-thingus at Chilton."
Jess looked at him blankly, "Oh."
The kid then started to wipe the table he was standing in front of. Suddenly, he stopped, "She didn't come over? I mean, to say goodbye?"
"No, they, uh, left pretty early."
"Oh."
Luke saw his nephew's face just kind of, prune up, obviously in deep thought and remained silent the whole day. He sighed once again and started wiping the bar counter. Poor kid.
Jess liked closing up the diner. The place became empty and peaceful. Those weirdo-townspeople were all off to their next adventure, leaving the diner nice and quiet. His uncle didn't talk too much, unless he was yelling about something he had done, but other than that, it was nice and quiet. Closing up gave him time to think, usually about Rory Gilmore.
It was raining hard tonight, he observed. He hoped that some people of the Stars Hollow population got drenched tonight; one tall idiot who always got in his way, in particular.
He then saw a figure covered in the darkness. He watched closely as it stumbled along its way. Jess squinted his eyes a bit. The thing suddenly pitched forward and fell face first onto the sidewalk. Jess saw this. He dropped the rag he was holding and ran outside into the rain, toward 'him', no 'her', or maybe even 'it'.
When he came closer, he realized that 'it' was definitely a 'her'. He lifted her up and carried her into the diner.
"Luke!"
Jess hurried the girl into the apartment upstairs. He went straight to his room.
"Are you sure you want to stick her in that pigsty in there? Because we might not… find… her…"
Luke's voice trailed away when he entered Jess' room. It was clean. His bed was made; his gargantuan book collection was piled up neatly to one side of the room; his CD's were neatly shelved; his clothes were nowhere to be seen. It was the miracle of all miracles: Jess Mariano, the Pig, had cleaned up.
"Hey Luke, are you just going to stare at my room all night or are you actually going to help me with this?"
His uncle snapped out of his trance, "What? Oh, uh, yeah. Sure."
They got as far as taking her shoes off. Jess looked at his uncle; Luke stared at his nephew. They both really didn't want to take any other articles of clothing off, considering the evident gender gap that they were stuck in.
The two 'gentlemen' thought of someone to possibly call. Both were thinking of the same person, but neither really wanted to talk to her. Finally, Jess cracked.
"We don't have a choice, Luke. It's either her or the stupid French guy who might not even be gay."
His uncle sighed, but gave in.
"Fine, but tell her you found the girl--"
"Which is true."
"--and that it was your idea to call her."
"Again with the word, 'true'"
"Do not mention me or my name in any way."
"Aye, Captain."