Hello again! This is just a collection of little drabbles I've done over time. A lot of them are Literati-centric because I love them the most but it's a splash of everything. This first one is a little bit of Jess for no particular reason. It does not have a title and I think most of them won't because titles are impossible.
People always talked about the fast pace of Manhattan, but no one ever pointed out that the entire city was in grayscale. From the dingy white walls of the apartment he shared with his mom to the gray skies of rainy spring days to the thousands of people wearing black every day, New York had a lack of color that Jess had never noticed before.
Even the manhole covers were a dirty pewter, complete with dishwater colored steam leaking through them. In his first 17 years of living in the city, Jess had never paid attention to the steam from the subway or the manholes or the congested, litter filled streets. It had just been the background for his whole life. Now it was almost jarring. For the past six months his life had a very different backdrop.
He'd hated Stars Hollow when he had first got there. It was like walking into a romantic comedy where everything was perfectly picturesque and everyone was proud of how quirky they were, even though in reality they were just weird. It had been nothing short of a miracle that he found someone who wasn't as strange as the rest of them. Rory had been the shred of normalcy in that freakshow of a town.
He had thought it might not be so bad after he'd met Rory. Everyone he went to school with was either a jerk or too boring to bother with, but Rory always seemed to be around. Rory and her Neanderthal boyfriend, anyway. Dean was always lurking in the background, looking for a reason to jump in to protect his precious Rory. That had been annoying. So when Luke had told Jess in no uncertain terms that Rory was going to tutor him, he had agreed without much complaint. Dean wouldn't be there when they studied together.
How short lived that had been. In one night he had gone from being the town pariah to being officially exiled, shipped out on a bus first thing in the morning after a car crash he couldn't have prevented. Well he could have prevented it, he supposed, if he had wanted to splatter an unidentifiable animal all over the street and Rory's car. Instead he had taken his chances swerving, which probably would have gone okay if the car hadn't jumped up on the curb unexpectedly. He'd turned the wheel half an inch too far and now he was back in Manhattan.
Rory had visited him though. She had found him reading in the park. He had only mentioned the park once in passing, but she had known where to look for him. For some reason, that one little thing was enough to give him hope. The day they spent together was nice, but after she left he kept going back to that one fact. She had known where to find him. After a week of thinking about Rory, he made a decision. He knew where to find her, too. If Luke would let him, he was going to go back to Stars Hollow.
Never in a million years did he think he would actually want to go back to Stars Hollow, but Manhattan felt like it had changed while he was gone. He may have been content with the grayness before, but he'd experienced the other side of things while in Stars Hollow. He needed a little color in his life.