Kissing Ringo
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: Thanks ASP!!
Don't do it! Please don't do it!
Lane begged her hand in vain, as it raised in front of her and knocked on the door. What am I doing? This is so not good! No answer. That's good. I'll just turn around and walk away. Lane knocked once more, a little more forcefully this time. Then suddenly, the door swung open. Oh, that wasn't fair! I wasn't ready! Why didn't I hear footsteps or something? Damnit."What do you want?"
"Hi, to you too." Lane retorted. Not receiving any reply, or sign that she was welcome, she opened her mouth and burbled out the first thing that came to mind. "Rory slept with Dean." Oh my God! What did you say that for? Twist the knife a little why don't you! At this stage Lane's mind was working overtime.
"That's great." Came the curt reply.
"Are you gonna invite me in or what?" Jess stepped aside allowing Lane to enter his apartment. Jess's place was a dump. Mattresses on the floor. Empty beer bottles littering the bench tops. And Lane thought her place was a dump. Her place was practically Buckingham Palace compared to here. Lane walked around a little, she was not going to sit on anything that looked like it was made of… Scratch that! She wasn't going to sit on anything.
"What do you want Lane? Or did you just come here to tell me how happy Rory is without me? And if you did, I don't care. Thanking for visiting, please do not come again." Jess remarked snidely.
"Actually, I didn't. Rory slept with Dean. And Dean is married. And Rory is not meant to be the other woman. No one wants to see the towns princess corrupted by adultery. So I figure, you can come back to town and steal her from Dean… Again…And You'll get your happy ending. Rory will realise that she really does love you. And she'll stop being corrupted by Dean. And besides all that…" Lane was interrupted by Jess grabbing her face and kissing her. After finally pulling away, Lane regained her composure and slapped Jess across the face.
"I can't believe you just slapped me…" Jess half laughed. Holding his hand to his now reddened face, he continued. "I mean you never really struck me as a slapping sorta chick. A nice left hook maybe but…Slapping just seems way to girly for you." As Jess went on, Lane got more and more outraged. He's shocked because I slapped him? Hello! Kiss!!
"Y…You never struck me as the kissing type!" Lane stammered. As Jess raised his left eyebrow, Lane realised her mistake and tried to correct it. "I.. I mean the.. The kissing of the…me type. Why would you do that?" Lane demanded. Jess rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Don't flatter yourself. Silence only happens when the mouth can't make noise." Jess answered plainly.
"Well… There are other ways to silence a person!"
"Please! It wasn't that bad."
"Yeah… And it wasn't that good either! I'm Rory's best friend! I can't just go around kissing her ex-boyfriends!"
"You didn't. I kissed you. And it was merely to shut you up." Lane didn't reply. She was still reeling from the fact that Jess Mariano kissed her. She'd always hated him, ever since the day she first met him, but he was a good kisser. Of course the only person she had to compare him to was Dave, but it was pretty good, on the scale of third grade spin the bottle and all grown up impulse kisses. She turned and exited Jess's apartment and got into the elevator. By the time she'd reached the lobby Jess was just coming out of the stairwell. As they walked side by side Jess started talking.
"You wanna get some coffee?" He asked lane over-politely.
"No."
"So you're just gonna turn around and go back to Stars Hollow?"
"No." She told him matter-of-factly. "Yes… Well, no I'm going to get coffee… Just not with you."
"I didn't ask if you wanted to get coffee with me. I know a place that sells coffee and I was going to suggest it to you, so you could get some…Coffee."
"There are millions of coffee joints in New York. I'm sure I'll find one."
"Right. Well…Later Ringo."
"What?" Lane snapped.
"Drummer…"
"I know who Ringo is!" With that Lane left Jess standing on the sidewalk as she made her way into the stream of pedestrians.
