Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls. I do not own Milo Ventimiglia, but
someday maybe I will.
Note: This is my first fic. Please R&R!!!
I sat there in the dark for a while. How was I supposed to tell her? My mother had always known everything about my life. Sometimes, it took a while, but eventually I would tell her. This time however, I couldn't find the words. I didn't know where to begin. It was a long story, some of which my mother knew about, but there was so much she didn't, and it was all the important things. Jess had come back into my life, and for one brief moment I had really thought he would stay. I think he did too.
She would be angry. Lorelai had hated Jess ever since that day on the porch when he took a beer out of our fridge. She hated him for getting me into a car accident, she hated him for taking me away from Dean, and she hated him for leaving me and breaking my heart. Most of all, she would hate him for getting me pregnant, and running away, like he always does.
I knew I had screwed up. I had provoked him. I yelled at him. I was so angry. He said he loved me, and I drove him away, all because I was afraid. Afraid of what might happen, afraid of what had already happened, and afraid that he would leave. I rejected him, so he couldn't reject me. It seemed brilliant, but it wasn't. it was a horrible plan.
Note: This is my first fic. Please R&R!!!
I sat there in the dark for a while. How was I supposed to tell her? My mother had always known everything about my life. Sometimes, it took a while, but eventually I would tell her. This time however, I couldn't find the words. I didn't know where to begin. It was a long story, some of which my mother knew about, but there was so much she didn't, and it was all the important things. Jess had come back into my life, and for one brief moment I had really thought he would stay. I think he did too.
She would be angry. Lorelai had hated Jess ever since that day on the porch when he took a beer out of our fridge. She hated him for getting me into a car accident, she hated him for taking me away from Dean, and she hated him for leaving me and breaking my heart. Most of all, she would hate him for getting me pregnant, and running away, like he always does.
I knew I had screwed up. I had provoked him. I yelled at him. I was so angry. He said he loved me, and I drove him away, all because I was afraid. Afraid of what might happen, afraid of what had already happened, and afraid that he would leave. I rejected him, so he couldn't reject me. It seemed brilliant, but it wasn't. it was a horrible plan.