ALMOST FORGOTTEN
CHAPTER ONE
The bright blue sky is slowly changing to a deeper hue and the golden sun is slowly disappearing into the horizon. A nice crimson shadow falls on the bridge where a young man sits alone staring into the pond. His raven hair slightly tousled, his dark brown eyes lost in thought, and his finger unconsciously playing with a bracelet in his pocket. There is a slight breeze, a soft reminder that although spring is near, winter should not be easily forgotten. The young man shiver slightly, cursing himself for forgetting to bring a jacket. But he doesn't care, not even four layers of clothing and a sky jacket could heat up the coldness he felt on the inside. A swan lazily glides by unaware of a pair of eyes watching her.
The swan reminds him of someone. The grace, the pose, the beauty. Don't kid yourself Jess, you can't keep Rory Gilmore out of your head for more that 15 seconds. What is it about that girl? Do you really have to ask that question? Beside the fact her smile could melt the coldest of hearts, and the way she opens up her world to everyone she meets. When everyone in town hated you, Rory Gilmore was the only one that would give you the time of day. All your life, you were always the lone wolf; uncaring, independent, strong. Now look at you! You go on picnics, read feminist novels, and chase after a girl who is already with someone else. You're already whipped and you don't even have a girlfriend. ::sigh:: STOP THINKING OF RORY GILMORE!
What else is there to think about? My pathetic existence in this world? I work in my uncle's "Hardware" diner for God's sake. The town's population is less than a hundred. Stars Hollow is a 24-hour Twilight Zone Marathon. My English class is the equivalent of a 5^th grade class. Oh, and did I mention that Rory and I are just friends? ::sigh:: just friends.
"Jess what are you doing here?"
Snapped back into reality, he realized that his beautiful angel is sitting next to him. I wonder how long she has been sitting there? Was I that completely zoned out that I didn't hear her? Why is she looking at me that way?
"Jess, are you okay" A look of concern clouds her sapphire eyes.
"I was just contemplating how deep this pond is and if I jump, will it deep enough to drown my sorrows?" Did I just say that? What the hell made me say that??? Oh god, stop looking at me with those eyes, you can read my soul can't you?
"I can assure you that it won't be the depth of the water that would kill you but the evil monster that lives in the bottom of the pond," Rory said teasingly with a small smile playing on her lips.
"Are you mocking my sorrows, Ms. Gilmore?" I said with a slow sad smile.
"At least I got a real smile out of you instead of the smirks I usually get." This time Rory is beaming feeling a little bit victorious.
"Now be a good patient, lie down, and let me psychoanalyze you." Rory said. Jess hesitated for a split of a second and instead of lying down next to her, he slowly put head on her lap. He heard her gasp softly but felt her relax after a second. He couldn't bring himself to look into her eyes so he tilted his head towards the pond and pretended to focus on the swan. But in his mind, **my head is on her lap** was the only thing being processed.
"Okay Sigmund Freud, only I think I will disappoint you, my mind is a mess."
"We'll see about that, now you must close your eyes and picture a time when everything in your world was perfect. Describe it to the smallest detail, open all your senses, feel, smell, submerge yourself in that perfect moment." Rory unconsciously started to play with Jess's hair. She took the tips and started to twirl it unaware of the fact that it was driving Jess into insanity. Secretly she always wondered how it would feel to run her hands through his hair and now this little fantasy of hers was finally coming true.
Get a hold of yourself Jess! Take a deep breath and close your eyes and think of anything else besides Rory. Clam down, calm down, just relax....
"I was eight when I first stepped into a library. It wasn't by choice, trust me, I'd rather be dead than be caught in a place where all the nerds hanged out at lunch. But it was raining and they closed all the buildings in the school. Everybody was gone for the day except for the crazy librarian who stayed there till evening. My mother forgot to pick me up again and I really did not want to walk home in the rain so I decided to wait in the library until the rainstorm stop. I wasn't born loving books, I did well in school but books were just lame stories they make us read in class. Well anyways, the librarian, Ms. Bethany, heard the door and told me to make myself at home. Pretty soon I was bored out of my mind so I decided to give leisure reading a try. I picked up Lord of the Flies and that book blew my mind away. There were a lot of words that I did not know, so armed with a dictionary and several hours later, I sat in my little corner completely dazed. I realized at that
moment that books were my escape from reality. No matter how much life sucked I always had a book to run to. One day I am a pirate looking for the treasure of Monte Cristo, the next I am an astronaut on my way to Mars. Life finally became tolerable."
"Rory?" Jess finally has the courage to look into the electrifying blue eyes. What he sees is wonder, and awe. I wonder what she is thinking? And why does it look so late? He glances at his watch and realized that it was nearly eight o'clock. Uncle Luke was gonna be pissed, Jess told him that he would be gone for only ten minutes. That was two hours ago.
"Yes?" Rory said, slightly disappointed that Jess has gotten up and was preparing to go. He was finally starting to open up and now he wanted to run away. There is more to this boy than the bad boy persona. ::sigh:: I guess I just have to give him more time.
"A friend is a person with whom I may be sincere. Before her, I may think aloud." Jess quoted, "Thank you Gilmore, you reminded me of a memory that was almost forgotten." He took her hand and kissed it, a feather-light kiss electrifying enough to send shivers through both of them.
He turns around and walks towards the darkness of night but before he is out of earshot...
"Emerson?"
He turns slightly, giving her a small smile before leaving.
Rory was about to leave when something caught her eye. On the floor of the bridge was her bracelet. She's been looking for it for days and she thought she lost it. Why did Jess have it?
CHAPTER ONE
The bright blue sky is slowly changing to a deeper hue and the golden sun is slowly disappearing into the horizon. A nice crimson shadow falls on the bridge where a young man sits alone staring into the pond. His raven hair slightly tousled, his dark brown eyes lost in thought, and his finger unconsciously playing with a bracelet in his pocket. There is a slight breeze, a soft reminder that although spring is near, winter should not be easily forgotten. The young man shiver slightly, cursing himself for forgetting to bring a jacket. But he doesn't care, not even four layers of clothing and a sky jacket could heat up the coldness he felt on the inside. A swan lazily glides by unaware of a pair of eyes watching her.
The swan reminds him of someone. The grace, the pose, the beauty. Don't kid yourself Jess, you can't keep Rory Gilmore out of your head for more that 15 seconds. What is it about that girl? Do you really have to ask that question? Beside the fact her smile could melt the coldest of hearts, and the way she opens up her world to everyone she meets. When everyone in town hated you, Rory Gilmore was the only one that would give you the time of day. All your life, you were always the lone wolf; uncaring, independent, strong. Now look at you! You go on picnics, read feminist novels, and chase after a girl who is already with someone else. You're already whipped and you don't even have a girlfriend. ::sigh:: STOP THINKING OF RORY GILMORE!
What else is there to think about? My pathetic existence in this world? I work in my uncle's "Hardware" diner for God's sake. The town's population is less than a hundred. Stars Hollow is a 24-hour Twilight Zone Marathon. My English class is the equivalent of a 5^th grade class. Oh, and did I mention that Rory and I are just friends? ::sigh:: just friends.
"Jess what are you doing here?"
Snapped back into reality, he realized that his beautiful angel is sitting next to him. I wonder how long she has been sitting there? Was I that completely zoned out that I didn't hear her? Why is she looking at me that way?
"Jess, are you okay" A look of concern clouds her sapphire eyes.
"I was just contemplating how deep this pond is and if I jump, will it deep enough to drown my sorrows?" Did I just say that? What the hell made me say that??? Oh god, stop looking at me with those eyes, you can read my soul can't you?
"I can assure you that it won't be the depth of the water that would kill you but the evil monster that lives in the bottom of the pond," Rory said teasingly with a small smile playing on her lips.
"Are you mocking my sorrows, Ms. Gilmore?" I said with a slow sad smile.
"At least I got a real smile out of you instead of the smirks I usually get." This time Rory is beaming feeling a little bit victorious.
"Now be a good patient, lie down, and let me psychoanalyze you." Rory said. Jess hesitated for a split of a second and instead of lying down next to her, he slowly put head on her lap. He heard her gasp softly but felt her relax after a second. He couldn't bring himself to look into her eyes so he tilted his head towards the pond and pretended to focus on the swan. But in his mind, **my head is on her lap** was the only thing being processed.
"Okay Sigmund Freud, only I think I will disappoint you, my mind is a mess."
"We'll see about that, now you must close your eyes and picture a time when everything in your world was perfect. Describe it to the smallest detail, open all your senses, feel, smell, submerge yourself in that perfect moment." Rory unconsciously started to play with Jess's hair. She took the tips and started to twirl it unaware of the fact that it was driving Jess into insanity. Secretly she always wondered how it would feel to run her hands through his hair and now this little fantasy of hers was finally coming true.
Get a hold of yourself Jess! Take a deep breath and close your eyes and think of anything else besides Rory. Clam down, calm down, just relax....
"I was eight when I first stepped into a library. It wasn't by choice, trust me, I'd rather be dead than be caught in a place where all the nerds hanged out at lunch. But it was raining and they closed all the buildings in the school. Everybody was gone for the day except for the crazy librarian who stayed there till evening. My mother forgot to pick me up again and I really did not want to walk home in the rain so I decided to wait in the library until the rainstorm stop. I wasn't born loving books, I did well in school but books were just lame stories they make us read in class. Well anyways, the librarian, Ms. Bethany, heard the door and told me to make myself at home. Pretty soon I was bored out of my mind so I decided to give leisure reading a try. I picked up Lord of the Flies and that book blew my mind away. There were a lot of words that I did not know, so armed with a dictionary and several hours later, I sat in my little corner completely dazed. I realized at that
moment that books were my escape from reality. No matter how much life sucked I always had a book to run to. One day I am a pirate looking for the treasure of Monte Cristo, the next I am an astronaut on my way to Mars. Life finally became tolerable."
"Rory?" Jess finally has the courage to look into the electrifying blue eyes. What he sees is wonder, and awe. I wonder what she is thinking? And why does it look so late? He glances at his watch and realized that it was nearly eight o'clock. Uncle Luke was gonna be pissed, Jess told him that he would be gone for only ten minutes. That was two hours ago.
"Yes?" Rory said, slightly disappointed that Jess has gotten up and was preparing to go. He was finally starting to open up and now he wanted to run away. There is more to this boy than the bad boy persona. ::sigh:: I guess I just have to give him more time.
"A friend is a person with whom I may be sincere. Before her, I may think aloud." Jess quoted, "Thank you Gilmore, you reminded me of a memory that was almost forgotten." He took her hand and kissed it, a feather-light kiss electrifying enough to send shivers through both of them.
He turns around and walks towards the darkness of night but before he is out of earshot...
"Emerson?"
He turns slightly, giving her a small smile before leaving.
Rory was about to leave when something caught her eye. On the floor of the bridge was her bracelet. She's been looking for it for days and she thought she lost it. Why did Jess have it?