Title: Disturance on Highway 86
Summary: "Welcome to Little Ridge," she muttered and glanced at Jess. "Not lost," he mumbled, his hand gripping the steering wheel, the other rubbing her leg.
Disclaimer: Eh. I won't claim anything. Eddie, maybe?
A/N: Just wanted one before we got started. So yeah, different then my other things. Horror fic? Total lit, though! It's kind of a mix of The Hitcher, Vacancy, and Rest Stop.
Thank you Red!
Rory turned the map upside down, tilting her head with confusion clouding her eyes, "Okay, Jess, you had to have made the wrong turn back there on highway 172."
"No, I didn't," Jess snapped, his manly, 'I don't need anyone's help,' manner taking over.
"Jess, I'm looking at the map," she sighed, "you made the wrong turn!"
He turned his head to her, his expression angry, "Listen, Rory, when I need your input I'll ask for it."
"Fine," she huffed, stuffing the map down in the floorboard.
She reached forward, turning off the radio in the old beat up car. As much as she loved his music, it tended to give her a headache when turned up so loud. And she liked talking.
"Hey," he mumbled, reaching forward to turn it back on, "I need the radio when I drive."
Rory sighed, heavily, "Jess, I wanted to talk to you."
"Is it important?" He asked sincerely, looking at her face with concern.
"No, not really," she mumbled, pulling on her shirt sleeves.
He shook his head and turned the notch to the right, "Then the radio comes on."
Rory bit her lip, resting her head against the window with her feet curled up in the seat, her shoes resting in the back seat. The road was vacant and it pretty much freaked her out. Nothing but a straight strip of black top and small trees placed here and there on each side of the road.
Her eyes drifted shut and when she opened them the sun was going down and a pink color filled the sky. She blinked and looked over at Jess, his expression solemn.
"Did I fall asleep?" She mumbled, brushing through her hair with her fingers.
Jess nodded, "Only for about twenty minutes."
Her back was sticking to the leather seat, the heat of the day overcoming his weak air conditioner. She pulled her hair from her damp neck and threw it up, watching the sign pass as they drove by.
"Welcome to Little Ridge," she muttered and glanced at Jess.
"Not lost," he mumbled, his hand gripping the steering wheel, the other rubbing her leg.
She only nodded, leaning back on the seat.
"Hey baby, can you look at that map again and see if it has anything about rest stops or hotels?" He asked softly, rubbing his eyes.
She smiled; he only used terms of endearment every so often. Rory nodded and pulled the map out, "Will you talk to me?"
"Sure," he muttered.
Rory placed her lips on his scruffy cheek and placed the map in her lap, "Okay. So where are we?"
"Uh," he cleared his throat, looking around the road, "Well."
"Jess! I told you we were lost!" She cried, slamming her hands down on the map. She shook her head and stared out the window, "And of course, no service on the cell phone!"
"Because there are no towers, Rory, not because this is a horror movie." He rolled his eyes, moving his hand away from her.
She sighed and threw the map in his lap, "There's a turn off two miles ahead. I'm sure it'll have something there."
He nodded.
Jess stood at the pump, watching the price for the amount of gas roll up into sixty dollars. He sighed and reached into the car window, grabbing his wallet.
"Can you get me a coke?" Rory asked, fanning herself with a flyer announcing the Stars Hollow 28th annual dance marathon.
He nodded shortly and walked into the old-fashioned gas station. Dirty with cobwebs hanging off everywhere. The sign reading Ernie's Quick Stop, the inside abandoned with a few snacks and glass bottled cokes.
Jess grabbed her a coke and walked up to the young teen girl popping her gum and reading a torn magazine. He cleared his throat and she looked up, "Got gas?"
Nodding, he laid three twenty dollar bills on the counter and three extra dollar bills to pay for the over-priced beverage.
The place reeked of must and years of being unclean. The only noise being the soft country music playing on the black radio behind her head. "Is there any place to stay around here?" He asked meekly, he hated talking to people.
Her eyes turned dark and she shrugged, "A motel about a half of a mile down the road. About three rooms at the most."
"Thanks," he muttered. Shaking his head, he walked back out and got into the car, "Here."
Rory took the coke and smiled, "Everything okay?"
"Yeah, this place is just weird. She said there is a place to stay down the road, we can stay there for the night and then we'll get up as early as we can and get the hell out of here."
She stayed silent, listening to the rocks grind against the rubber. Rory pulled down the visor to block the setting sun from her eyes. "Guess what mom asked me yesterday?"
He grunted, looking over at her, "What?"
"She wanted to know when you were going to pop the question," Rory replied, biting her bottom lip, her gaze never leaving the side mirror.
"Boxers or briefs?" He asked his voice monotone.
"No," she snapped, rolling her eyes, "Forget it."
He sighed, reaching over to hold her hand, "I'm teasing, Rory. What did you tell her?"
"Honestly?" Rory asked, looking down at his hand, "I told her that I had no clue what your intentions were anymore."
"Come on, baby," he rubbed her hand, "You know I'm going to marry you."
"In the next life," she muttered.
Jess shook his head and pulled into the empty parking lot, loose gravel hitting the bottom of the car. He placed the car in park and turned to Rory, "Hey, I promise you we are going to get married in this lifetime."
"Soon?" She asked, playing with his fingers.
He nodded, "I promise."
Smiling brightly, Rory leaned forward and cupped his cheek with her hand. She pressed her lips to his and his arms wrapped around her waist, bringing her closer to him.
He smiled into the kiss, unbuckling her seat belt so she could move onto his lap. She bit his bottom lip, slightly, grinning as he moved her onto his legs.
Then he jumped, hearing a knock on his window, he pulled away.
"Shit," he mumbled, breathlessly, seeing an older man smiling down at them. He reached down and unwound the lever, the window rolling down. "Hi," Jess said, gripping Rory tighter to him.
"Hello, sorry I startled you son," he smiled, warmly and looked at Rory, "I was just about to leave, but do you need a room?"
"Uh, yeah," Jess nodded, "Thanks."
The man nodded, his eyes never leaving Rory. He gave them a small wave and walked back to the building, slipping in the door.
"No, Jess," she shook her head, "I am not staying here. That man scared the hell out of me."
"He's harmless, I'm sure, Rory," he got out of the car and walked to the back getting two bags out.
Rory followed close behind him, her hand laced with his. She couldn't help but feel her face heating up as his eyes bored into her face. She felt uncomfortable.
"Just for one night," Jess said, pulling out his credit card, "We'll be gone in the morning."
The man smiled, the name on his tag reading Eddie. Rory bit her lip, tugging on Jess' hand, "I need to go to sleep Jess, come on."
Jess nodded to the man and walked to their room. She sat on the bed and shivered at the thought of the clerk staring at her, "I don't feel safe here, Jess."
"One night, baby," he muttered, kissing her forehead, "That's it."
"Fine," she bit her plump bottom lip once again, "You won't leave me will you?"
"Nope," he smiled, "I'm right here, okay?" He reached in his back pocket and pulled out a black carved piece of wood. He pulled a blade out of it and showed it to her. "You keep this. Just in case, alright?"
"Alright," she said, her voice shaking. He slipped it back in the slot and handed it to her.
"Hop in bed, let's get some sleep," he muttered, kissing her cheek.
She nodded, staring wearily out the window as the man glanced back at them and got in his truck. Rory shut the blinds, shuddering.
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