The Color Of Coffee

A/N: More pointless rambling that came out while I was bored. Please, if you read, review. It's common courtesy, people! (well, not really but I'd sure like you to think that) Tell me what you think…should i continue it? This was meant to be a oneshot, but I have a few ideas, so if I get enough reviews I might keep going. Enjoy!

Disclaimer::email:: Dear miss GirlWithAPearl6, we are very sorry to inform you that Amy Sherman-Palladino and her husband Dan have denied you the right to own Gilmore Girls. Have a nice life. ::sob::

One rock – that's all it took. A stupid rock changed the course of events in my life forever. And it wasn't even really a rock; it was more of a pebble. Which makes me sound even more pathetic.

It started like this: I was innocently taking a walk around town, breathing in the fresh cold air and the scent that was unmistakably the scent of Stars Hollow. I came to the gazebo and was about to climb the steps (I had a brand new paper back in my pocket that was just screaming, "Read me! Read me!"), when I caught a whiff of what I believed to be the very elixir of life.

If you know me at all, you would know what I am talking about. However, I am going to assume for storytelling purposes that you don't know me very well and I'll tell you what I mean:

Coffee. What else? Duh.

So anyway, I smelled coffee and assumed that Luke had just made a fresh pot. And who was I to turn down a fresh pot of Luke's coffee? So I followed my nose away from the gazebo and in the direction of Luke's.

As I got closer to the diner I realized (with much disappointment) that it was decaf.

(Hi, the nose, remember?)

But I decided to drop by anyway in hopes that I could possibly persuade him into making a fresh pot of highly caffeinated coffee with my adorable baby blues. It works every time. Luke is such a softy.

I was a little less than thirty feet from the diner so I skipped the rest of the way and bounded up the steps with one giant leap. I twisted the doorknob. The world stopped. People stared. And that's when it happened.

That stupid pebble. It was perched on the inside of the doorway and my foot hit it just right and…well, the rest is history.

I pitched forward with my arms flailing wildly in a windmill like way and I'm pretty sure the little squeal I heard came out of me. The whole thing seemed to happen in slow motion, complete with someone yelling "nooooooooo" in a really low, movie-effect like voice. Oh wait, it was just Kirk.

So anyway I toppled forward and landed right on top of………..

Jess.

He went down, too, but as we were falling we did this weird little flip so that when we landed he was on top of me with our stomachs (and everything else) pressed tightly together.

Oops.

Neither of us spoke (or breathed).

We just stared at each other confusedly, as we were both wondering how in the name of god we had ended up in this position.

So we just lay there, staring into each other's eyes, and that's when I noticed. Jess had amazing eyes. I mean, they were brown, but not just plain old boring brown. No, his eyes were the color of coffee. A little voice in the back of my head started chanting "elixir of life, elixir of life…"

As I focused more on the rest of his face I realized that Jess was actually kind of cute. Wait – scratch that, he was actually really cute. Like so cute that he could actually be considered hot. Super hot.

I also realized that he was looking at my face with the same amount of intensity that I guessed I was looking at him with.

And then I realized that neither of us had moved and we were just lying there all…touching….and that practically the whole town was watching us, including my boyfriend, who I had totally forgotten about up until this point.

Patty and Babette had very strange looks on their faces…almost as if they knew something that we didn't.

Luke was standing there holding a coffee pot and looking as confused and bewildered as he always did.

Kirk was humming the Star Wars theme.

And Dean (my boyfriend Dean) was just looking at us with his eyes slightly narrowed.

Jess stood up slowly, and I automatically missed the warmth of him on top of me (whoa, there, what the hell are you doing??), so I stood up too.

"Sorry," he whispered without quite meeting my eyes. He brushed past me but as he went, I could swear I saw the hint of a smirk on his (adorable) face.

Dean stood up and came over to me , the angry look replaced with a worried one.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

I simply nodded. I couldn't think of anything to say. I just let Dean lead me out of the diner with his hand on the small of my back.

The only thing I could think the rest of the way home was "that was interesting."

And it was.

As I stood on the porch of my mother's house while Dean kissed me goodbye, the only thing I saw behind my closed eyes was Jess' face.