The bitter sounds of silence woke her from her sleep. She was alone
and not quite used to it yet. She got out of bed and gazed through her
window. The soft petals of rain drizzled the road, drowning those bellow.
She suddenly felt sorry for them and wished she could help.
She turned around, facing her empty bed. The sheets were in disarray and the comforter on the floor. The longer she looked at it, the more she wanted to cry. She missed him. She wished he were here. She wanted to touch him, to feel him, to feel his heart racing against hers. She wanted to wake- up all the time to find him holding onto her as if she were to fall. 'It's good to want things,' she said to herself. It never helped, however sad she was feeling.
Sometimes she could still feel his lips on hers and she would start to cry. She took comfort on the chair by the window. She stared blankly out the hollow glass that shielded her from the entire world. Slowly, her eye-lids closed, carrying the sweet scent of him with her.
*Flashback*
"I thought you said you didn't read much.? She said confused.
"Weeelll. What is much..? He said suspiciously sly while he shrugged.
They both started walking away.
"G'night Dodger." she said, calling over her shoulder.
"Dodger.?" he said, clueless.
"Figure it out," she called back. No later than 3 seconds, he shouted,
"Oliver Twist."
She continued walking, smiling to herself.
*End flashback*
She woke up to the harmonious sounds of her alarm clock. She sighed and got off the comfy chair, to start prepping for yet another day at work. She walked to the mirror and gazed at herself. Her tear- stained face made her look unattractive. "Rory Gilmore, welcome to you hell hole." She said to herself.
She showered and got dressed. She decided to wear a knee length black skirt with a black knitted shirt with short heeled sandals with tiny straps. All the black brought out the best in her figure.
Rory exited the well to - do building of a home and walked down the street. She always stopped at a little coffee place before facing work. The coffee place was called 'Joe's'. Very cliché, but she liked the man who worked there. He reminded her of Luke. Believe it or not, his name was Joe. He was a great friend and supplier to her, nothing more and nothing less.
"I'm Rory and I have a caffination problem!" Rory said jokingly while entering the not - too shabby coffee house.
"Hi Rory!" Joe said. The both shared a minute of laughter.
"Coffee?" asked Joe.
"Why do you ask? You know what the answer is." He smiled and brought her, her coffee.
"Excuse me? Coffee-man? I don't recall asking fore coffee!" she said, toying with his mind. He gave her a stern look and she laughed and took the coffee.
"Banter is not your forte Joe. Work on that." She ordered him.
"Mentally noted." They smiled and he waved her off as she exited the shop.
She finally arrived at work. She passed her co- workers swiftly while smiling. Confidence streaked her every more.
"Gilmore you were 5 minutes close to being late!" Rory gasped and balanced her shaking body.
"You're not funny Sara!!" Said Rory, her words faltering their every meaning. Sara was Rory's friend from college; they've been inseparable ever since. They both walked into Rory's spacious office at the New York Times.
"I still hate you for this office!" Screamed Sara.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I don't care!" Rory smiled and so did Sara. "And what are you talking about; your office is just as big!"
"No it's not! I don't have a window either!" complained Sara.
"Ah suck it up!" said Rory and Sara laughed at Rory's assertiveness.
"So.whatcha up to tonight?" asked Sara.
"Umm.nothing really...." She just realized how pathetic her life was. Rory stood by the window with both hands on her hips.
"Come on!" said Sara, "you can't, not do anything."
"What if I'm working towards becoming a hermit?" asked Rory. Sara gave her a skeptical look. "Fine!" she cried. "What're YOU doing?" asked Rory.
"I'm going clubbing!" said Sara proudly.
"Oh, where to?"
"Cream, it's on Columbus Ave., between 71st and 72nd Street."
"Is it any good?" asked Rory.
"Yea, its great. you should come." Sara suggested.
"Oh, I dunno. I'm not really the dancing kind of person."
"Well I'm not taking no as an answer!" said Sara.
"(Sigh) fine." Rory gave in.
"Woo hoo!" said Sara, "Pick ya up at 7."
"Okay." And with that, Sara walked out.
The whole day was tiresome. She was kind of looking forward to going to 'Cream' tonight. She walked home and took a shower. When she finished, she raided her closet for something nice. She picked out a blue flowered white halter dress that had a tie in the back with white sandals. She decided to leave her hair down. She was ready and she had 30 minutes to spare.
She walked into the study where all of her books were. They were everywhere. Shelves filled with books; all kinds of books. She pulled a beige book off the shelf and sat at the chair by the window.
"Chapter 1," she read, "Robert Cohn was once middle weight boxing champion of Princeton.... I can't!" She cried. She closed the book shut and placed it in her lap. Her fingers danced upon the gold engraved title. "The Sun Also Rises,' she choked out. She threw the book aniley across the table. She sobbed in her hands, ruining the eye- liner she had on. She finally stopped and washed her face to reapply the eye- liner and blush. By ten there was a knock upon the door.
"My- my. don't we look pretty." Said Sara. Rory only half smiled. "What's wrong?"
"Aw, nothing." she lied completely through her teeth. She started walking away when Sara pulled her arm.
"Hey! You can tell me if anything's wrong ya know!" said Sara, Rory just nodded.
She started walking away again and Sara pulled at her arm and said, "You miss him. don't you..?" Rory never turned her head to look at her, but just nodded. Sara embraced her and told her it would be okay. They walked into the club and Rory walked over to the bar. Sara looked at her weirdly. Rory never drank alcohol. "Strawberry daiquiri, no alcohol." She said to the bar tender and looked at Sara when she said the last part, as if she knew what Sara was thinking. So there they were, Rory and Sara, eligible women, sitting at the bar, sipping their drinks and making little quips about the 'handsome' men that pass them by.
"Him." Said Sara.
"Umm.. Business executive, looking for a one night stand." The both chocked out balls of laughter. "OK," said Rory, "Your turn." She said pointing a finger to her.
"OK." said Sara, "Lead the way." Rory scrounged the room with her eyes and pointed to one not so far from them.
"Oookkkkaaayyy." Sara began, "let's see. he's wearing Dockers and a black shirt. no jell. blonde, nice form...Hmmm.."
"Aho ho! Looks like the mighty have fallen!!" Rory said. She looked to where the man was and he turned so that she could see his face.
"Oh no!" Rory breathed.
"What?" asked Sara, looking to where Rory had. The man had caught her stare and came over.
"It's Tristin."
"Tristin, Tristin. the one that called you"-
"Mary!" called Tristin.
"Oh crap." she said almost inaudibly.
"Aw, that hurts." He immediately looked over Sara and smiled.
"(Sigh) Tristin, this is Sara, Sara this is "-
"Tristin, hi..." said Sara. They shook hands.
"So Mary, what brings you to 'cream'?" asked Tristin. Rory pointed to Sara and Sara just smiled.
"I see..." said Tristin.
"Same old same old." Tristin said and looked at Rory. She covered herself with her arms.
"Aw, there's nothing to be afraid of..."
"Ahem!" said Sara and Tristin stopped.
"So.you still with bag boy?"
"Bag boy?" asked Sara.
"Uh, Dean." said Rory to Sara.
"OH!" she replied.
"And no, I'm not with bag boy."
"Aw, did you finny dump him?" Tristin asked.
"No.he uh...dumped me...because he uh. thought this other guy and I had it in for Each other." Rory spat out.
"Other guy?" Tristin said with a cocky smirk and raised an eye brow.
"Uh yea." said Rory, trying to hide her face.
When she turned her head she saw such a familiar person. She started to worry. Sara put her hand on her arm and gave her a concern look, Rory pointed to the man that had his arm around a red head. His eyes were puddles of chocolate mud and his hair, concocted with gel and hairspray that could catch a bird and be a home for it. Sara was really worried.
Jess saw her and walked over to where she was. Part of him was scared and the other part was mentally beating himself up for walking over. Tristin caught on and wrapped his arm around Rory.
"What're you doing?" She whispered to him.
"That the guy?" Tristin whispered back to her, suggesting that the guy coming over was the one that she once fell for.
"Yea. His name's Jess. Don't embarrass me!"
"I won't." He said and winked.
"Je- Je. Hey." she was clearly nervous.
"Uh, hey Rory.." He suddenly looked over Tristin and was extremely jealous.
"Uh Jess.This is Tristin.Tristin this is Jess." They nodded hey to each other.
Jess was then looking at Rory, searching her eyes for answers. She looked away.
"Uh, this is Christy." Jess said and she and Rory shook hands.
"Call me Chris." She said.
Rory just nodded and looked away. Tristin finally spoke up.
"Hey babe, wanna get outta here?" Rory looked up at him gratefully and said,
"Yea."
The 3 started walking away and Sara was backing up still facing Jess and Christy.
"It was, uh...nice meeting you. I'm Sara by the way.uh bye." they walked away. Tristin still had his arm around Rory. She looked back at Jess and their eyes met she freaked out and looked away.
She turned around, facing her empty bed. The sheets were in disarray and the comforter on the floor. The longer she looked at it, the more she wanted to cry. She missed him. She wished he were here. She wanted to touch him, to feel him, to feel his heart racing against hers. She wanted to wake- up all the time to find him holding onto her as if she were to fall. 'It's good to want things,' she said to herself. It never helped, however sad she was feeling.
Sometimes she could still feel his lips on hers and she would start to cry. She took comfort on the chair by the window. She stared blankly out the hollow glass that shielded her from the entire world. Slowly, her eye-lids closed, carrying the sweet scent of him with her.
*Flashback*
"I thought you said you didn't read much.? She said confused.
"Weeelll. What is much..? He said suspiciously sly while he shrugged.
They both started walking away.
"G'night Dodger." she said, calling over her shoulder.
"Dodger.?" he said, clueless.
"Figure it out," she called back. No later than 3 seconds, he shouted,
"Oliver Twist."
She continued walking, smiling to herself.
*End flashback*
She woke up to the harmonious sounds of her alarm clock. She sighed and got off the comfy chair, to start prepping for yet another day at work. She walked to the mirror and gazed at herself. Her tear- stained face made her look unattractive. "Rory Gilmore, welcome to you hell hole." She said to herself.
She showered and got dressed. She decided to wear a knee length black skirt with a black knitted shirt with short heeled sandals with tiny straps. All the black brought out the best in her figure.
Rory exited the well to - do building of a home and walked down the street. She always stopped at a little coffee place before facing work. The coffee place was called 'Joe's'. Very cliché, but she liked the man who worked there. He reminded her of Luke. Believe it or not, his name was Joe. He was a great friend and supplier to her, nothing more and nothing less.
"I'm Rory and I have a caffination problem!" Rory said jokingly while entering the not - too shabby coffee house.
"Hi Rory!" Joe said. The both shared a minute of laughter.
"Coffee?" asked Joe.
"Why do you ask? You know what the answer is." He smiled and brought her, her coffee.
"Excuse me? Coffee-man? I don't recall asking fore coffee!" she said, toying with his mind. He gave her a stern look and she laughed and took the coffee.
"Banter is not your forte Joe. Work on that." She ordered him.
"Mentally noted." They smiled and he waved her off as she exited the shop.
She finally arrived at work. She passed her co- workers swiftly while smiling. Confidence streaked her every more.
"Gilmore you were 5 minutes close to being late!" Rory gasped and balanced her shaking body.
"You're not funny Sara!!" Said Rory, her words faltering their every meaning. Sara was Rory's friend from college; they've been inseparable ever since. They both walked into Rory's spacious office at the New York Times.
"I still hate you for this office!" Screamed Sara.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I don't care!" Rory smiled and so did Sara. "And what are you talking about; your office is just as big!"
"No it's not! I don't have a window either!" complained Sara.
"Ah suck it up!" said Rory and Sara laughed at Rory's assertiveness.
"So.whatcha up to tonight?" asked Sara.
"Umm.nothing really...." She just realized how pathetic her life was. Rory stood by the window with both hands on her hips.
"Come on!" said Sara, "you can't, not do anything."
"What if I'm working towards becoming a hermit?" asked Rory. Sara gave her a skeptical look. "Fine!" she cried. "What're YOU doing?" asked Rory.
"I'm going clubbing!" said Sara proudly.
"Oh, where to?"
"Cream, it's on Columbus Ave., between 71st and 72nd Street."
"Is it any good?" asked Rory.
"Yea, its great. you should come." Sara suggested.
"Oh, I dunno. I'm not really the dancing kind of person."
"Well I'm not taking no as an answer!" said Sara.
"(Sigh) fine." Rory gave in.
"Woo hoo!" said Sara, "Pick ya up at 7."
"Okay." And with that, Sara walked out.
The whole day was tiresome. She was kind of looking forward to going to 'Cream' tonight. She walked home and took a shower. When she finished, she raided her closet for something nice. She picked out a blue flowered white halter dress that had a tie in the back with white sandals. She decided to leave her hair down. She was ready and she had 30 minutes to spare.
She walked into the study where all of her books were. They were everywhere. Shelves filled with books; all kinds of books. She pulled a beige book off the shelf and sat at the chair by the window.
"Chapter 1," she read, "Robert Cohn was once middle weight boxing champion of Princeton.... I can't!" She cried. She closed the book shut and placed it in her lap. Her fingers danced upon the gold engraved title. "The Sun Also Rises,' she choked out. She threw the book aniley across the table. She sobbed in her hands, ruining the eye- liner she had on. She finally stopped and washed her face to reapply the eye- liner and blush. By ten there was a knock upon the door.
"My- my. don't we look pretty." Said Sara. Rory only half smiled. "What's wrong?"
"Aw, nothing." she lied completely through her teeth. She started walking away when Sara pulled her arm.
"Hey! You can tell me if anything's wrong ya know!" said Sara, Rory just nodded.
She started walking away again and Sara pulled at her arm and said, "You miss him. don't you..?" Rory never turned her head to look at her, but just nodded. Sara embraced her and told her it would be okay. They walked into the club and Rory walked over to the bar. Sara looked at her weirdly. Rory never drank alcohol. "Strawberry daiquiri, no alcohol." She said to the bar tender and looked at Sara when she said the last part, as if she knew what Sara was thinking. So there they were, Rory and Sara, eligible women, sitting at the bar, sipping their drinks and making little quips about the 'handsome' men that pass them by.
"Him." Said Sara.
"Umm.. Business executive, looking for a one night stand." The both chocked out balls of laughter. "OK," said Rory, "Your turn." She said pointing a finger to her.
"OK." said Sara, "Lead the way." Rory scrounged the room with her eyes and pointed to one not so far from them.
"Oookkkkaaayyy." Sara began, "let's see. he's wearing Dockers and a black shirt. no jell. blonde, nice form...Hmmm.."
"Aho ho! Looks like the mighty have fallen!!" Rory said. She looked to where the man was and he turned so that she could see his face.
"Oh no!" Rory breathed.
"What?" asked Sara, looking to where Rory had. The man had caught her stare and came over.
"It's Tristin."
"Tristin, Tristin. the one that called you"-
"Mary!" called Tristin.
"Oh crap." she said almost inaudibly.
"Aw, that hurts." He immediately looked over Sara and smiled.
"(Sigh) Tristin, this is Sara, Sara this is "-
"Tristin, hi..." said Sara. They shook hands.
"So Mary, what brings you to 'cream'?" asked Tristin. Rory pointed to Sara and Sara just smiled.
"I see..." said Tristin.
"Same old same old." Tristin said and looked at Rory. She covered herself with her arms.
"Aw, there's nothing to be afraid of..."
"Ahem!" said Sara and Tristin stopped.
"So.you still with bag boy?"
"Bag boy?" asked Sara.
"Uh, Dean." said Rory to Sara.
"OH!" she replied.
"And no, I'm not with bag boy."
"Aw, did you finny dump him?" Tristin asked.
"No.he uh...dumped me...because he uh. thought this other guy and I had it in for Each other." Rory spat out.
"Other guy?" Tristin said with a cocky smirk and raised an eye brow.
"Uh yea." said Rory, trying to hide her face.
When she turned her head she saw such a familiar person. She started to worry. Sara put her hand on her arm and gave her a concern look, Rory pointed to the man that had his arm around a red head. His eyes were puddles of chocolate mud and his hair, concocted with gel and hairspray that could catch a bird and be a home for it. Sara was really worried.
Jess saw her and walked over to where she was. Part of him was scared and the other part was mentally beating himself up for walking over. Tristin caught on and wrapped his arm around Rory.
"What're you doing?" She whispered to him.
"That the guy?" Tristin whispered back to her, suggesting that the guy coming over was the one that she once fell for.
"Yea. His name's Jess. Don't embarrass me!"
"I won't." He said and winked.
"Je- Je. Hey." she was clearly nervous.
"Uh, hey Rory.." He suddenly looked over Tristin and was extremely jealous.
"Uh Jess.This is Tristin.Tristin this is Jess." They nodded hey to each other.
Jess was then looking at Rory, searching her eyes for answers. She looked away.
"Uh, this is Christy." Jess said and she and Rory shook hands.
"Call me Chris." She said.
Rory just nodded and looked away. Tristin finally spoke up.
"Hey babe, wanna get outta here?" Rory looked up at him gratefully and said,
"Yea."
The 3 started walking away and Sara was backing up still facing Jess and Christy.
"It was, uh...nice meeting you. I'm Sara by the way.uh bye." they walked away. Tristin still had his arm around Rory. She looked back at Jess and their eyes met she freaked out and looked away.