Disclaimer: I don't own anything associated with Gilmore Girls or the song "Only One" by Lifehouse.
A/N: This idea or really these set of images have been knocking around in my head for the past couple of weeks every time I hear this song. It's somewhat unconventional but I am going somewhere with it. Let me know what you think
Only One
She's got a pretty smile it
covers up the poison that she hides
She walks around in circles in my head waiting for a chance to take me
A chance to break me a chance to take me down
Now I see this burden you gave me is too much to carry
Too much to bury inside
I guess you're the only one that nobody changes
Louise Grant carelessly blew dry her blood red nails. Her perfectly made up face was schooled in a bored pout. She was stretched out on a lounge chaise by her pool, her body showcased in a skimpy black mesh bikini. She had held this party in hopes of banishing the loneliness that had been plaguing her since graduation. But it was to no avail. Now all she felt was bored and hostile to the drunken masses that gathered in her pool and at her home. She was careful to keep the contempt from showing in her expression but it didn't stop her blood from boiling. At one time this would have been enough. She would have partied harder than anyone and by the end of the night the bikini would have been discarded and she would be so drunk that she really wouldn't care whose hands were on her body.
But not tonight.
She couldn't join in the drunken drugged fray of her peers, and because she couldn't, she wished them all gone. But she knew the party would carry on till dawn or until the cops showed up. Whichever came first.
"Hey Grant. Why don't you slip off that little excuse for a swimsuit and get your sexy ass in here." Called out a male voice from the pool. It was Chip Harding, why she ever slept with him was beyond her. It must have been the alcohol and drugs cause otherwise she never would have let such a creep touch her.
It was no secret she enjoyed sex but unless she was completely gone she chose her partners carefully. Unfortunately she had been too out of it at the last couple of parties and some bad choices had been made. Chip being one of them.
She shrugged gracefully declining and grabbed her drink and left the pool area, and considered leaving the party itself. As she was exiting the terrace. Someone else called out her name.
"Louise!" it was Paris and her yummy boyfriend Jamie. She walked over to where they were standing, sliding her oversized black sunglasses into place.
"Leaving already?" she asked in her naturally sultry voice.
"Yeah as delightful as the drunken masses are Jamie and I have other plans." And even as she said Jamie's name Paris's whole face softened, when it came to him Paris Gellar wore her heart on her sleeve. And surprisingly, Louise thought enviously, love looked good on her. She glowed.
"Well thanks for coming, enjoy yourself and your—" she cleared her throat and laced her tone with sexual suggestion" and your plans."
Paris glared and then blushed. Jamie just grinned and guided Paris away.
As they left Louise's smiled faded. She would never admit to anyone—but she was jealous of Paris. Jealous that she had found that someone who made her glow, someone who loved her. Cause as much as she wanted to deny the idea of love she knew it when she saw it. She just never saw it for herself. Guys didn't make love to her…they fucked her and left her. But she had always known that and preferred it, so why now did she feel dirty?
She stalked into the house and up to her room. She found it unoccupied, thank god, and decided she wanted to blow this joint. She slipped on a simple denim Abercrombie skirt and threw a sheer black button-up blouse over bikini top. Slipped her feet into black sandals grabbed her purse off her bed and headed out.
"Damn it!" cursed Louise as she paced around her drive way. All the guest's cars were blocking her in making escape seem impossible. She pondered taking a taxi for minute but since she didn't have one destination in mind, she dismissed the thought.
She dug into her purse and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. She continued to rummage through her bag for a lighter when a voice interrupted her.
"Need a light?" the gruff male voice asked.
Louise was startled for about a half a second, she thought she had been alone, but recovered quickly. She leaned back, against whomever's car happened to be behind her, stretching out her body making sure he caught every curve. She tossed back her blonde locks and said in a sotto voice.
"Thanks handsome." And as he leaned forward with the light, just like they did in old movies, she recognized the truth of her reply. He was handsome.
Not the conventional blonde perfectly groomed prep boy she was used to, but he had an aura of danger about him. His hair was dark and while some might call it untidy, she would say tousled, as if someone spent much time running their fingers through it. The eyes were also dark and amused. He smiled a cocky half smile as he took a drag on his own cigarette.
Louise took a drag of her own menthol brand and then spoke. "So what brings you here…?"
"Cause this obviously isn't my crowd, you mean." He finished off her thought.
But instead of being chastised or embarrassed Louise just nodded. "Exactly."
He shrugged and debated whether to respond with his patented sarcastic wit or tell the beautiful lady the truth.
"Well you know a party isn't a party without a few disreputable elements."
"Of course, but darling, those slots were already filled in on the guest list. So you would be crashing?"
"Maybe." He shrugged again. "Or I could be here to pick up a friend only to find out that she already left with some other friends. So now I've driven over a half an hour for nothing." He finished trying to keep the bitterness to a minimum.
When Rory had called him asking for a favor he had been hesitant to accept. Since their less than amicable break-up things had been strained between them. But she must have been really desperate to have called him, even as a last resort, so against his better judgment he had said yes. So he had driven here only to find out that she had gotten a ride from Paris and Jamie. He had gone into the mansion and used the phone to call Luke who had told his Rory called about fifteen minutes after he had left saying she had found a ride. Too little too late, so here he was pissed off and talking with strange blonde who exuded straight sex appeal.
"So handsome, do you have a name or do you just answer in grunts to things like 'hey you'?"
He almost smiled but caught himself. "I'm Jess."
Jess…the name sounded familiar but then again it was a rather common name.
"Hello Jess no-last-name."
"And do you have a name Blondie?"
She gave a full-throated chuckle. "Several actually." Thinking of her full name Louise Teresa Clare Grant. And of the not so cute nicknames people called her. "You can call me Lou."
"Lou?"
"Yes." She said decisively. It was a name she hadn't been called for a long time. Not since she was a little girl, but she liked it.
"Well Lou. It was an interesting encounter. See ya." Jess said as he turned to leave. This girl was pure trouble, she was beautiful and sexy and she knew it. Which means she knew just how to exploit guys like him. Usually he wouldn't mind but he was tired of playing games.
"Wait." She called before she could stop herself. "Take me with you."
"What?"
"Take me with you. I'm bored. I want to leave and my car is parked in."
"So you want me to take you home? No dice, call a cab."
"No." Louise said getting frustrated, this James Dean wanna-be didn't even realize this was her house. "I don't want to go home. I want to go anywhere but there. I'll make it worth your while, I promise." She looked directly into his eyes as she said it. The frank invitation was in her eyes, her body and voice. She subtly edged her body closer to his accentuating her curves.
His eyes lazily traveled up and down her body. Her full breasts filling out the top of her bikini to the curve of her hips and the concave plain of her stomach to her long well shaped legs. Hell he was human…why should he resist what this girl was obviously offering. Maybe mindless sex was just what he needed.
"Fine. Come on and no whining about the car. Us peasants can't afford BMW's."
She followed him and then responded cheekily. "I don't have a BMW---I have a Miata."
He turned so quickly she had no time to respond and the next thing she knew she pushed against the car and his lips were on hers. Hot and demanding—invading. His body pressed against hers. And she responded as she felt fire burst through her. She kissed him back hungrily, her tongue dueling with his. She lightly bit his bottom lip. He stopped and looked at her. Her eyes were dazed with an incendiary passion. What he didn't realize was that his eyes mirrored hers.
As Jess tried to control his labor breathing he spoke. "Just wanted to make sure this was going to work." And he turned and continued walking.
Louise licked her lips and tasted him. She pouted for about a second and then cried out. "Looks like all systems are go to me captain."
Jess just laughed.
And that's how it all began.