Disclaimer: Nothing is owned, not even Jess :(
Rating: PG-13 soon.
Summary: Rory and Jess have gotten on with their lives until and unexpected tragedy brings them back together
Spoilers: None really, it is kinda my little warped world since Jess is leaving.and how they get back together.
Other story status: I will finish my other story soon, I just got a lightbulb with this story so.. You know how it is.
Now...the story..:)
Chapter 1
Rory sat on her red velvet couch, the kind she had always dreamed about, and pondered her thoughts. However, usually she though about work or how awkward Mr. McFirester was. But this time she couldn't draw herself away from whatever in the world she was thinking about.
Flashback. ~~~~~~~~~~~~
Rory was sitting in her room filling out all her Yale information.
"Hey, Rory.." Lorelai said in an apprehensive voice at the door.
"Hey, Mom, I don't really have time to talk can we talk about this later?"
"Jess left."
"Mom, I am telling you, this is not a good time."
"Jess left."
"Mom! Please, I don't want to say something I will regret." Rory replied. Suddenly she realized what her mom had said to her. "He what?" she asked trying to clarify what her mom said to see if she was telling the truth.
"He left, Jess left."
A tear dripped from the top of Rory's eyelash and soaked itself into her crème rug.
"Oh, sweetie. I am sure their was a reason," Lorelai said as she embraced Rory.
"He could have told me mom." By now tears were flowing by the hundreds in a pattern. Eyelash, rug, eyelash, rug..
"I know, hunny. I know," she replied still consoling Rory.
"Mom, can I be alone please?" Rory sniffed.
"Yeah, sure."
Rory sat directly in front of the window. She could invision Jess sitting their, waiting for Lorelai to leave, so he could make his move into the house and watch movies and cuddle with Rory. A tear rolled down Rory's now swelled eyes. She couldn't stand him anymore. She stood up and frantically rummaged through her closet. She came to a box. It was much like the box she had with Dean, with the exception that Dean was not special to her, Jess was. She carefully placed the box back into the closet where it had stood before. She would want to do anything she regretted, she still had a little sliver of hope for him. Maybe she wasn't the girl. Maybe he would find another kinky Shane wannabe, but as long as he was happy, she would try and be happy, I guess. She sat their all night staring blankly at a white patch of chipped paint on her now blue walls. Lorelai and Rory had painted them and were to lazy to move things, so they painting around them, causing her walls to be blue with white patches.
"Rory the phone's for you," Lorelai yelled from upstairs.
"Okay." Rory lumbered across the hallway to the phone.
"Hello," she said blankly into the phone.
"Hi," the other voice said.
"Who is this?" Rory asked with no expression on her face.
"Guess," the person said.
"I don't really care, now who is this or I am going to hang up," Rory replied in a catty voice. He face was now heated red, her hair messed up, and her eyes, dark as ever.
"It's Jess."
"Oh hi Jess," Rory said in a fake sweet voice. "So, isn't Luke sleeping? Won't you wake him up," She said trying to play stupid, like she didn't know.
"Umm," Jess replied.
"Um, what? Is Luke not their?"
"Rory, what's wrong with you? Why are you giving me your bitchy Paris attitude?"
"What's wrong with me? You want to know what's wrong with me? Well, I will tell you what's wrong with me, and trust me it's all about you," she replied sharply.
Jess didn't answer.
"Well," Rory began, " My boyfriend, whom might I add, I used to love very much flew to California today. Yep, I am in Connecticut, and he is in California. But to top it off, my boyfriend, whom I thought was very smart, well, he hasn't been going to school lately, afterall he did tell me he was going to school. But me, I was a sucker for everything that came out of his mouth. And worst of all, yep, well, he didn't even tell me he was MOVING to California. What did he think I wouldn't notice that my boyfriend was gone? I mean, we lived in a VERY small town, so I think it would be pretty easy to find out." Rory stopped trying to catch her breath.
"Sorry," Jess squeaked softly.
"Yeah, well you want to know what I am sorry about?" Rory paused. "I'm sorry I ever tried to be your friend, nevertheless, date you. And I am sorry about everything I have ever done to you, and most of all, I am sorry about this." With that she hung the phone up.
Jess knew he deserved it. She was right, he should have gone to school, she was right, he should have told her. She was right about everything.
End Flashback
A tear rolled down Rory's highly pampered eyes. She hated that thought, but she couldn't get it out of her head. She ran up the stairs of her New York house to her closet. She reached down into her closet, which was much more organized than before, and took out a box. It was the same box she had taken out when she found out Jess left.
She took out all the content of the box. A picture of her and Jess, a few Hemingway books, the necklace he saved up to buy her, the notes he had written to her, and a leaf. A leaf from the day he had asked her out, it came from right where she was sitting, on the bridge.
She heard the door slam, it was her fiancée, and she quickly through all the contents of the box back in. She got up straightened her skirt out and wiped the tears away from her face quickly. She skittered through the door to where the stairs were.
"Hey sweets," a man said as he came up. He tried to kiss Rory on the lips, but she turned her head.
He sneered at the thought, but dare not asked what was wrong.
"Dinners ready," Rory replied.
Both the two sat down at the elegant dinner table, lined with a crystal top and a gold finish. A giant chandelier hovered over them. "So, Mr. Ritinour is going to promote me to assistant manager of the law office. Isn't that exciting?"
"Yeah," Rory replied glumly.
"Yeah, so I will be making twice as much money!" the man replied excitedly.
"Good job." She said blankly.
Roy was never this bored when it came to his work. She was the one who pushed him to try out for the job. He knew something was up with her. He hadn't cheated on her in a full year, so it couldn't be that..
"Hey, Roy, I have an idea. How about coffee and a movie?"
Roy shrugged, "Yeah, sure, I guess."
The sat on the couch, further apart than usual, every time he tried to put his arm around her, she would squeal away or make up a lame excuse to have to get up. He stopped trying and picked up his teacup, he hated coffee.
Rory was supposed to be happy, she pretended it, but deep down inside, she was scared. She was scared of her engagement, of her perfect fancy life. It was everything she had dreamed of when she was a kid, but she hated it..
Please review, tell me if it is good.. The plot has barely started so bare with me here. Thanks!!!
Rating: PG-13 soon.
Summary: Rory and Jess have gotten on with their lives until and unexpected tragedy brings them back together
Spoilers: None really, it is kinda my little warped world since Jess is leaving.and how they get back together.
Other story status: I will finish my other story soon, I just got a lightbulb with this story so.. You know how it is.
Now...the story..:)
Chapter 1
Rory sat on her red velvet couch, the kind she had always dreamed about, and pondered her thoughts. However, usually she though about work or how awkward Mr. McFirester was. But this time she couldn't draw herself away from whatever in the world she was thinking about.
Flashback. ~~~~~~~~~~~~
Rory was sitting in her room filling out all her Yale information.
"Hey, Rory.." Lorelai said in an apprehensive voice at the door.
"Hey, Mom, I don't really have time to talk can we talk about this later?"
"Jess left."
"Mom, I am telling you, this is not a good time."
"Jess left."
"Mom! Please, I don't want to say something I will regret." Rory replied. Suddenly she realized what her mom had said to her. "He what?" she asked trying to clarify what her mom said to see if she was telling the truth.
"He left, Jess left."
A tear dripped from the top of Rory's eyelash and soaked itself into her crème rug.
"Oh, sweetie. I am sure their was a reason," Lorelai said as she embraced Rory.
"He could have told me mom." By now tears were flowing by the hundreds in a pattern. Eyelash, rug, eyelash, rug..
"I know, hunny. I know," she replied still consoling Rory.
"Mom, can I be alone please?" Rory sniffed.
"Yeah, sure."
Rory sat directly in front of the window. She could invision Jess sitting their, waiting for Lorelai to leave, so he could make his move into the house and watch movies and cuddle with Rory. A tear rolled down Rory's now swelled eyes. She couldn't stand him anymore. She stood up and frantically rummaged through her closet. She came to a box. It was much like the box she had with Dean, with the exception that Dean was not special to her, Jess was. She carefully placed the box back into the closet where it had stood before. She would want to do anything she regretted, she still had a little sliver of hope for him. Maybe she wasn't the girl. Maybe he would find another kinky Shane wannabe, but as long as he was happy, she would try and be happy, I guess. She sat their all night staring blankly at a white patch of chipped paint on her now blue walls. Lorelai and Rory had painted them and were to lazy to move things, so they painting around them, causing her walls to be blue with white patches.
"Rory the phone's for you," Lorelai yelled from upstairs.
"Okay." Rory lumbered across the hallway to the phone.
"Hello," she said blankly into the phone.
"Hi," the other voice said.
"Who is this?" Rory asked with no expression on her face.
"Guess," the person said.
"I don't really care, now who is this or I am going to hang up," Rory replied in a catty voice. He face was now heated red, her hair messed up, and her eyes, dark as ever.
"It's Jess."
"Oh hi Jess," Rory said in a fake sweet voice. "So, isn't Luke sleeping? Won't you wake him up," She said trying to play stupid, like she didn't know.
"Umm," Jess replied.
"Um, what? Is Luke not their?"
"Rory, what's wrong with you? Why are you giving me your bitchy Paris attitude?"
"What's wrong with me? You want to know what's wrong with me? Well, I will tell you what's wrong with me, and trust me it's all about you," she replied sharply.
Jess didn't answer.
"Well," Rory began, " My boyfriend, whom might I add, I used to love very much flew to California today. Yep, I am in Connecticut, and he is in California. But to top it off, my boyfriend, whom I thought was very smart, well, he hasn't been going to school lately, afterall he did tell me he was going to school. But me, I was a sucker for everything that came out of his mouth. And worst of all, yep, well, he didn't even tell me he was MOVING to California. What did he think I wouldn't notice that my boyfriend was gone? I mean, we lived in a VERY small town, so I think it would be pretty easy to find out." Rory stopped trying to catch her breath.
"Sorry," Jess squeaked softly.
"Yeah, well you want to know what I am sorry about?" Rory paused. "I'm sorry I ever tried to be your friend, nevertheless, date you. And I am sorry about everything I have ever done to you, and most of all, I am sorry about this." With that she hung the phone up.
Jess knew he deserved it. She was right, he should have gone to school, she was right, he should have told her. She was right about everything.
End Flashback
A tear rolled down Rory's highly pampered eyes. She hated that thought, but she couldn't get it out of her head. She ran up the stairs of her New York house to her closet. She reached down into her closet, which was much more organized than before, and took out a box. It was the same box she had taken out when she found out Jess left.
She took out all the content of the box. A picture of her and Jess, a few Hemingway books, the necklace he saved up to buy her, the notes he had written to her, and a leaf. A leaf from the day he had asked her out, it came from right where she was sitting, on the bridge.
She heard the door slam, it was her fiancée, and she quickly through all the contents of the box back in. She got up straightened her skirt out and wiped the tears away from her face quickly. She skittered through the door to where the stairs were.
"Hey sweets," a man said as he came up. He tried to kiss Rory on the lips, but she turned her head.
He sneered at the thought, but dare not asked what was wrong.
"Dinners ready," Rory replied.
Both the two sat down at the elegant dinner table, lined with a crystal top and a gold finish. A giant chandelier hovered over them. "So, Mr. Ritinour is going to promote me to assistant manager of the law office. Isn't that exciting?"
"Yeah," Rory replied glumly.
"Yeah, so I will be making twice as much money!" the man replied excitedly.
"Good job." She said blankly.
Roy was never this bored when it came to his work. She was the one who pushed him to try out for the job. He knew something was up with her. He hadn't cheated on her in a full year, so it couldn't be that..
"Hey, Roy, I have an idea. How about coffee and a movie?"
Roy shrugged, "Yeah, sure, I guess."
The sat on the couch, further apart than usual, every time he tried to put his arm around her, she would squeal away or make up a lame excuse to have to get up. He stopped trying and picked up his teacup, he hated coffee.
Rory was supposed to be happy, she pretended it, but deep down inside, she was scared. She was scared of her engagement, of her perfect fancy life. It was everything she had dreamed of when she was a kid, but she hated it..
Please review, tell me if it is good.. The plot has barely started so bare with me here. Thanks!!!