It was the way he made my heart stop when he touched me. It was the way he hugged me and made all my worries go away. It was the way he kissed me and made my legs give out. It was the spark in his eyes every time I looked in his direction. It was the loud pounding of his heart that made me nervous. It was the way his voice went low when he was serious and the way his voice cracked when he was lying. It was his devious smirk when he was happy and it was the way he pouted when he wanted something. It was his fingers that sent shivers down my spine and it was our bodies pressed together that made me never want to loose the moment. It was the way he held my hips when we kissed and it was the way he caressed my cheek when the kiss became intense. It was the way he protected me when I was scared and it was the way he held me when I cried. It was the redness in his face when he was angry and it was the softness in his voice when he was concerned. It was the way he took care of me when I was sick and it was the way he freaked when he found out that I had broken my wrist. It was the way he said I love you, his voice so soft and it was the way we first ever made love beneath the stars. It was the way his eyes filled with tears as he laid in the hospital bed and it was the way his body looked at that very moment. Young, Pale and Fragile.
My name is Rory Hayden, well Lorelai and this is the story of the best year of my life.
I was born on October 11th, 1986 in North York General hospital. Now of course my parents hadn't asked for the sex of me, but once they found out I was a healthy 6 pound 12 ounce girl, they were thrilled. My dad cut my umbilical cord but nearly missed. He almost cut off the doctor's index finger. Once I was cleaned and wrapped in a little pink blanket I was handed to my mother. She brought me home three days later and raised me. My dad un fortunally left me and my mom when I was six weeks old. My mom was left with the responsibility of me. We moved to this small town called Starshollow. It had a population of about one thousand people. Everybody there was friendly but you had the few bad apples. My mom had married a man named Michael Morton when I was ten. Now if you knew my mom then you should know that she got her way and instead of becoming a Morton, Michael became a Hayden. We had been living like a perfect picture family. We had the perfect little sky blue house, with dark blue shutters. We had a little garden with some lilies and roses. We had a porch that wrapped around our whole house and it was painted white. There were three white plastic chairs with a little plastic table in the middle. We had double doors in the front. One only worked considering the other door didn't have a handle or even a lock. The inside was a light purple with dark purple trimming. When you walked in you were practically in the living room. The living room was also a light purple. It was a hardwood floor with nothing but a television, a pink couch and a large wooden table that had the letter's "R.H, L.H, and M.H" carved in it. R.H stood for me Rory Hayden. L.H stood for Lorelai Hayden my mother and M.H stood for Michael Hayden, My step-father. Right from the couch, there were stairs that led up to my room, and my mom and Michael's room. There was two bathroom's up there. One was in my mom's room and the other one was right beside my room. My mom's room was a light orange with a dark orange trimming. There was a king size bed in the middle of the room and at the end of the bed was a T.V and a DVD player. There was a vanity off to the wall with a small chair. Now my room was a blush pink and on the far wall was my nickname "Rory" in big purple bubble letters. There was a queen size bed put off to the side of the room and beside the bed was a small wooden table that contained an alarm clock. There was a desk at the end of her bed that contained last night's homework and a lamp. Behind it was a little shelf and a circular mirror. The shelf was overloaded with some make-up, money, sunglasses, candy and gum.
The day had started out like any other day. The family got up and Michael made breakfast. There was pancakes, sausages, bacon and the coffee considering nobody liked hot chocolate or tea. Lorelai went to go work at her Inn which was names 'Dragon Fly Inn' while Michael went to go work with his dad at a big business firm. Rory went to school like usual. She didn't mind school but she was happy considering this was her last year then she was off to New York university, that is if she got in. Vicky's dream was always to attend New York University. She had a couple of brochures from when Michael and her mom took her there as a little trip.
Rory walked into her first class. English. Her favriout class. She took her seat in the far left corner in the back. She opened her bag and got out a piece of paper and a blue ballpoint pen. She started writing random words and pictures. A Guy who was about 5"9 with black hair and a tight body walked in and sat next to Rory. Rory didn't notice at first considering she was doodling on the paper, but once she noticed she dropped her pen and jumped slightly.
"wow sorry didn't mean to scare you…" the mystery guy said as he gestured for her to give him her name.
"Oh sorry. Lorelai Hayden. You can call me Rory though. Everybody does" Rory said as her palms became sweaty
"Rory. Well Rory my" The mystery boy was cut off by the English teacher coming in the class.
"Hello class. My name as you all know is Mr. Kingsley. Now get out your notebooks or binders or whatever it is you kids use these days and start taking down these definitions"
Rory got out her binder like she was told and began to copying the notes. Well at least she tried. She couldn't get her mind off of the mystery boy that sat next to her. She felt a soft poke on her shoulder. She quickly turned to meet dark brown eyes. She got lost in them and the next thing she knew there was a big hand being waved in his face.
"What?" She asked dumbfoundly
"I asked you if you wanted to ditch with me" the mystery boy whispered
"we cant do that. It's the first day, we could get in trouble"
"we wont get in trouble. I do it all the time. I promise you that you wont get in any trouble. Trust me"
"how can I trust you if I just met you? I mean I know nothing about you. I don't even know your name? for all I know you're a deathly killer looking for his next victim. Which in this case would probably be me"
The mystery boy laughed
"I promise you I'm not a 'deathly killer.' Just follow my lead"
"no I'm not going to do it."
"oh come on. Where's the bad side in you?"
"I don't have one of those."
"you must. Everybody does."
"well I don't. the worst thing that I have ever done was take a cookie from our cookie jar when I was younger because my mom said that I couldn't have one but I took one anyways"
"wow you're a world class rebel. Come on just ditch with me this once"
"cant you hold on for another five minutes"
"why would I wait five minutes?"
"because that's when this class is over"
"fine I will wait five minutes, but then you have to ditch with me"
"I will only if you tell me your name"
"huh"
"never heard of 'huh' as a name. it's very unique. Well 'huh' it's nice to meet you"
the mystery boy laughed for the second time
"my name is not 'huh'. My name is Jesse. Jesse Mariano"
"well Jesse it's nice to meet you. Oh does anybody ever call you jess for short?"
"only my mom and dad"
"but jess is a girly name. I mean when your named Jessica your nickname is usually jess. So what if somebody was talking about you and they said something like 'hey have you seen jess today' or something like that and then a couple of people who didn't know you would be like yea I saw her. And then they all start looking for a girl named jess" Rory ranted pointlessly.
"umm well if they were looking for me then don't you think they would know that I was a guy?"
"well I'm saying people that don't know you"
"then why would they be looking for me if they don't know me?"
"cause there friends were looking for you"
"but if it's there friends then don't you think they would know me to?"
"you've got a very good point there"
The bell rang three times which meant that the class was over. Everybody got up and began to leave the class.
"So Rory are you ready to ditch?"
"your seriously sticking with it?"
"well you said that if you knew my name then you would ditch with me"
"oh yeah. Okay, well then lead the way"
"you can lead the way"
"why me?"
"cause I'm new in this town. I just moved here like three days ago"
"oh so that's why I hadn't seen you around"
"yip. So where to?"
"well, we can go to my house first so that I can drop off my bag"
"lead the way"
"okay" Rory smiled.
They walked to her house and dropped off her bag. Then they both decided to go and get some ice cream at the local ice cream store called 'franks twenty-four flavour'. They sat and talked about there families as they ate there ice cream.
"so you just moved here from New York" Rory asked
"yeah"
"you are so lucky"
"how? There's nothing special there."
"umm hello have you ever heard of New York University?"
"yes actually. I've been there a couple of times"
Rory's jaw dropped right to the floor
"a couple of times! I was lucky to go once! You are officially my new best friend"
"your new best friend huh"
"yip!"
"well how about that"
"well anybody that has been to NYU more than once is my best friend"
"ok best friend" he laughed.
They continued talking and laughing with each other until it was time to leave to get home.
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