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Jess' POV
I'm standing behind the counter at my mom's brother's tractor-stop diner; serving coffee to the complete Hicksville population nonetheless. And every time I pour lukewarm coffee into Old McDonald's mug I make sure to keep my head facing the window. Reason being because my agonizingly ape of an uncle chose to seat the Lorelai Gilmore's in picture perfect-camera angle position for mine eyes- between the only empty seat at the counter; and also because I'm waiting for Shane to walk through the front door and kiss me in front of Rory. The girl who kissed me and left me out to hang for five weeks. A girl whose hair has grown in a manner that suits her way too well.
To escape that thought, I put my elbow on the counter and open my copy of Hemmingway's The Torrents of Spring. "They work naked," (Hemmingway 29) I bet that would suit Rory way to well also. Wait. Stop. End telegraph and adjoining thoughts.
Good thing Shane just entered through the front door because I need to kiss the life out of this girl to take my mind off Rory. I'm having fun flaunting Shane in front of Rory but it's a pity that I should be waking up soon because I just heard something I only hear in my dreams...
Rory's POV
I'm eating breakfast with my mom until Jess' blow-up CPR dummy walks into the diner, takes a spot near us, and attaches to Jess via tongue. Disgusting. I don't know the blonde's name but it doesn't matter because I just named her Disgusting.
"I'm breaking up with Dean," I tell my mom. Then I feel sick. Not because of what I just said but because I just heard the gag-inducing sound of a very wet kiss breaking; the sound coming from the saliva rubbing and mixing and separating then clinging between two lips. Ugh.
Let's set aside some time for a much needed break and play a game. I spy something with a big and brown; I spy something with a frown. I spy something long and lean, ladies and gents I give you Dean.
"Hey Dean-"
"Hey Rory, I already ate breakfast but that's okay because I wont be staying long. I heard what you just said and that's all I need." And then Dean stormed out, not that I watched him do it. I found my pancakes a lot more pleasing.
"Well that makes things easier," I said, a statement that conspicuously displayed my lack of dismay.
In fact I didn't feel much at the moment. Maybe I felt a bit mad, maybe I felt a bit rebellious. Just... Hell, when my mom and I blatantly watched Jess and Disgusting making out for the second time I realized Dean could never make me feel what I felt in that moment. Sick. Aggravated. Jealous. Confused. Intrigued. Each to an overwhelming degree. Where's the fun in a boyfriend that doesn't make me feel anything. So the word's just rolled off my lips.
Or maybe, for a moment, I desperately wanted Jess' attention. I wanted him stop looking in every direction except mine. I wanted him to take a break from Disgusting and notice me.