Title: Finding Home
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, the show, etc, etc., blah, blah
Spoilers: Everything BUT the season finale. However, the season finale was soooo good. If you haven't seen it, WATCH IT!!!
A/N: The season finale never happened.
Damn her, Damn her, Damn her. As if he wasn't having enough trouble forgetting her. She had to hop on a bus and come see him. Yeah, sure, it was what he had hoped for, longed for, and dreamed would happen, but now…now it only made things worse. One look at the soft blue eyes, the dimpling smile, the twinkling laugh…and well…let's just say his pants were constantly too tight, his heart wouldn't stop this irregular pattern, making him think he could pass out at any moment from some heart condition and his mind was so clogged that he couldn't think rationally. Well, rationally for him anyways. Basically, he was just a mess all over.
A little voice in his head reminded him it could possibly be his fault…After all he did call…but God…it was only a phone call. A normal thing for a person to do. Skipping school, hopping on a bus to go to New York was not a normal thing to do. Especially, not if that person was Rory Gilmore. What in hell's name was she thinking? Better yet, what was he thinking? How could he let her push herself into his life, his heart? That was the truly crazy thing.
* * * * *
"Hey, Mariano! Heard you came back from your little vacation!"
A deep booming voice butted its way into Jess's thoughts, as a heavy weight sat down next to him on the park bench.
"Rogerson, geez, it's good to see you again!"
"No shit, Man why didn't you tell me you were back, I was just walking along, and out of the corner of my eye I see a familiar face, and I thought to myself, there's that son of a bitch, Mariano, so I decided to saunter over and welcome you back. So, well…Welcome back."
Jess looked at Rogerson's familiar figure. The blond crew cut, that had been cut that way since before Rogerson became a hulking mass of muscle. Jess could also see the hurt in Rogerson's gray eyes, and it was hard to blame him since they had been best friends since they were seven. Best friends deserved some kind of call, letter, or email when another moved, not just disappearing, a real friend wouldn't do that, Jess reminded himself. A real friend would call when he got back 'home.' So, who could blame Rogerson for being hurt.
"Rogerson, I'm sorry about, well, you know, everything. It's just, well I've…had a lot on my mind."
"No big deal, man. Shit happens. Man, I am hungry. How bout you buy me a hot dog."
Rogerson's big, goofy grin lit up his face.
That was the good thing about Rogerson; he was like a dog…in the best of ways. You could accidentally step on it's tail, but a pat on the head would make everything good again.
* * * * *
"Man, I bet you can't find a piece of ass like that in Star's Hell." Rogerson whistled appreciatively.
"Star's Hollow." Jess quietly corrected.
Sure enough, about twenty paces ahead of them was a tall, willowy redhead. With knee-high boots, a tight leather mini skirt, and a black halter top, the redhead knew how to walk to make men remember her. But she didn't stand a chance in Jess's memory. He was too busy remembering how happy Rory had been when the man at the bus depot mistook her for a New Yorker. The joy on her face when she found the Go-Go's record. The little voice in his head that kept telling him to kiss her. The ache in his heart as he walked out of sight of her bus.
Suddenly, the place he couldn't wait to leave, he couldn't wait to get back to.
All because of her.
Damn her, he thought once more.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, the show, etc, etc., blah, blah
Spoilers: Everything BUT the season finale. However, the season finale was soooo good. If you haven't seen it, WATCH IT!!!
A/N: The season finale never happened.
Damn her, Damn her, Damn her. As if he wasn't having enough trouble forgetting her. She had to hop on a bus and come see him. Yeah, sure, it was what he had hoped for, longed for, and dreamed would happen, but now…now it only made things worse. One look at the soft blue eyes, the dimpling smile, the twinkling laugh…and well…let's just say his pants were constantly too tight, his heart wouldn't stop this irregular pattern, making him think he could pass out at any moment from some heart condition and his mind was so clogged that he couldn't think rationally. Well, rationally for him anyways. Basically, he was just a mess all over.
A little voice in his head reminded him it could possibly be his fault…After all he did call…but God…it was only a phone call. A normal thing for a person to do. Skipping school, hopping on a bus to go to New York was not a normal thing to do. Especially, not if that person was Rory Gilmore. What in hell's name was she thinking? Better yet, what was he thinking? How could he let her push herself into his life, his heart? That was the truly crazy thing.
* * * * *
"Hey, Mariano! Heard you came back from your little vacation!"
A deep booming voice butted its way into Jess's thoughts, as a heavy weight sat down next to him on the park bench.
"Rogerson, geez, it's good to see you again!"
"No shit, Man why didn't you tell me you were back, I was just walking along, and out of the corner of my eye I see a familiar face, and I thought to myself, there's that son of a bitch, Mariano, so I decided to saunter over and welcome you back. So, well…Welcome back."
Jess looked at Rogerson's familiar figure. The blond crew cut, that had been cut that way since before Rogerson became a hulking mass of muscle. Jess could also see the hurt in Rogerson's gray eyes, and it was hard to blame him since they had been best friends since they were seven. Best friends deserved some kind of call, letter, or email when another moved, not just disappearing, a real friend wouldn't do that, Jess reminded himself. A real friend would call when he got back 'home.' So, who could blame Rogerson for being hurt.
"Rogerson, I'm sorry about, well, you know, everything. It's just, well I've…had a lot on my mind."
"No big deal, man. Shit happens. Man, I am hungry. How bout you buy me a hot dog."
Rogerson's big, goofy grin lit up his face.
That was the good thing about Rogerson; he was like a dog…in the best of ways. You could accidentally step on it's tail, but a pat on the head would make everything good again.
* * * * *
"Man, I bet you can't find a piece of ass like that in Star's Hell." Rogerson whistled appreciatively.
"Star's Hollow." Jess quietly corrected.
Sure enough, about twenty paces ahead of them was a tall, willowy redhead. With knee-high boots, a tight leather mini skirt, and a black halter top, the redhead knew how to walk to make men remember her. But she didn't stand a chance in Jess's memory. He was too busy remembering how happy Rory had been when the man at the bus depot mistook her for a New Yorker. The joy on her face when she found the Go-Go's record. The little voice in his head that kept telling him to kiss her. The ache in his heart as he walked out of sight of her bus.
Suddenly, the place he couldn't wait to leave, he couldn't wait to get back to.
All because of her.
Damn her, he thought once more.