What if...
What if it hadn't been Jess who was sent to Stars Hollow? What if Jess had been in Rory's position.
This is the story called "Vice Versa"
Prologue:
Rory Gilmore has always lived in New York with her mother, Lorelai. She has always been a good girl, getting good grades and leading the perfect life. Things change when Christopher comes back for a while, and then leaves her mother heartbroken because Sherri is pregnant with his baby. Around the same time Rory breaks up with her first love.
Things start to get out of hand. Rory doesn't trust love anymore, she thinks it's something that only gets you hurt, and she starts drinking and having sex with strangers. When her mother finds her having sex in her bed with some stranger she decides it's been enough. She sends Rory to Stars Hollow to live with her grandparents.
Jess has always lived in Stars Hollow, and he's been a really good guy. He's everything Jess from the show can be, sweet, gentle, intelligent. He's got a perfect girlfriend and is leading the perfect life. Until Rory comes to town.
Disclaimer: I own Milo. Yeah...when he dissapeared from the show I
bought him on E-bay...I wish. I only own this computer (with a
background of Milo), this story and some other things that nobody is
interested in.
By the way this disclaimer holds for the entire story.
Pairing: R/J ofcourse! But first some J/?
Hmmm...is there anything else I should say?! Probably not cause most of you guys just skipped this whole intro and started reading right away... Just one more thing: more reviews = more updates! I want at least 5 reviews for every chapter :P So you know what to do! Have fun reading the chapter! ~~**miarae**~~
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I can't believe this! I've been sent away from New York! To Hell on earth. God...when I looked at the place I felt like I was having a nightmare. Everything is fucking perfect. Fucking perfect people leading their fucking perfect lives and pretending to be in love. Pretending being the operative word here, cause how could anybody fall in love when all love did was tear you apart?
For the first time in my life I really hate my mom. Another case where love leaves you vulnerable. I should have known better then to trust her. When she couldn't handle me anymore she just sent me away. Yeah...that's easy. Just dump me in the middle of nowhere so you don't have to worry about me anymore. Great. Fan fucking tastic.
My shrink said I was hurt. That I was just fucking around and getting pissed cause I wanted attention. Stupid asshole. Like he knows anything about me. I know I've been doing things my mother isn't proud of but so what? It's my life isn't it? If I want to fuck every boy in town and get so drunk I can't even remember how I get home it's my business.
So now I got sent here. Stars fucking Hollow. Cause my mom caught me having sex in her bed. Sounds like a scene from Dawsons Creek...god...when did my life become some pathetic tvshow? I couldn't quite remember how that blonde chick from Dawsons Creek felt when she got to Capeside but I don't think it would be very different from the way I feel. Alone. So fucking alone.
Oh yeah...you know the greatest thing? I got sent to my grandparents! How could she do that to me huh? She knew what it was like growing up there...I can't wear what I'm wearing now or my grandmother would have a heartattack! I suppose she knows why I was sent there in the first place, but she expects me to be a sweet and innocent little girl when there are visitors. She wants me to be everything that I'm not. Everything that I lost a long time ago. Innocent...I've seen so much you can never call me innocent. Sweet? Dumping guys...breaking their heart...nah I don't think sweet is the right word for me either.
Bitter would be though. Yeah...bitter is one of the words I would use to describe myself. Along with bitchy, screwed up and depressed. Wow...come to think of it, I don't have a lot of good things to say about myself. Yeah maybe that I'm more realistic than a lot of people in this world. I loathe love. Love, compassion, trust, it only leaves you vulnerable. And heartbroken once the person you trusted yourself with walked away.
You wanna know how it all started? Maybe it's hard to believe...but a while back I wasn't like this. I was good Rory Gilmore, believing in love and thinking that whatever I set my heart to I would accomplish. I had a wonderful boyfriend and my dad recently had moved in with my mom. I couldn't be happier then I was at that moment.
And then...then SHE came back into his life. My dads ex-girlfriend. Sherri. They had broken it off a while ago cause my dad had realized my mom was everything he wanted. Wasn't that wonderful? I guess my mom and dad were just meant to be...you know. They had everything going for them and it was a great time. We laughed a lot, went out to the movies just to mock everything and my dad was this amazing cook. I was happy. I was so happy that everyday I felt like I was floating.
And then I started falling down. Sherri called my dad...and told him she was pregnant. With his baby. At first I thought it wouldn't matter...cause you know...my dad hadn't been around when I was born either. But after a lot of serious talks I realized this was different. He didn't want to miss out on his second baby's youth. So he was going back to her, eventhough he loved my mom.
Did you ever have a balloon? When you were little? A wonderful beautiful balloon. And you were so happy cause it was the prettiest thing you've ever seen and it was all yours...and you were so careful not to let go of the string that was attached to the balloon...cause it would fly away and you would never be able to get it back? Do you remember how it felt when all of the sudden...cause of the hot sun...or cause of something sharp...the balloon would burst? And nothing...I mean really...nothing...would remain?
That's how I felt when my dad left. Everything I had ever hoped for had been right in front of me...and then it dissapeared. To top it all off my boyfriend broke up with me the week after. We had been going out for almost a year, and things were going great. Or so I thought. On our anniversary he tried to get me in bed. We had talked about stuff like that, and I had told him over and over again that I wasn't ready yet. But he seemed to think our one year anniversary would magically make all my boundaries dissapear. We were making out on my bed and I could clearly feel he wanted more. So I pushed him away...told him once again that I wasn't ready for this yet.
That's when it happened. My perfect boyfriend hit me. He hit me hard and told me that I had been cheating on him. I tried to tell him it wasn't true but he wouldn't listen. He kept raging on and on about how I wouldn't sleep with him but that I welcomed that other guy in my bed whenever he wanted to. How I was nothing more than a little slut that deserved to be punished.
Needless to say...things got out of hand. He forced himself on me, taking my virginity with a couple of hard thrusts. I don't think I've ever been in so much pain. But for once, he didn't care. After he was done he gave me a kiss and told me "Happy anniversary Rory". I cried when he left.
After that, things began to change. I saw my mother everyday, crying over my dad. I realized that if true love couldn't even conquer everything, why would ordinary love be able to? I started losing faith. I had heard it so many times...guys telling me they loved me just so they could sleep with me. I didn't believe them anymore, but part of me didn't even care if they meant it or not. I needed comfort, I needed someone to hold me and tell me things would be okay. That it didn't matter that my boyfriend left me...that I was still a good person and that I deserved to be loved.
Well maybe I just didn't. Deserve it. Cause they never comforted me. They never cared. They just slept with me, got up after and left without saying goodbye. And my mother couldn't help me either. She was still so upset with Christopher leaving her. She didn't even see me change until it was too late. Anyway...that's what she said when she found me having sex with some total stranger. In her bed. At that point she decided it had been enough.
So that's how I got here.
What if it hadn't been Jess who was sent to Stars Hollow? What if Jess had been in Rory's position.
This is the story called "Vice Versa"
Prologue:
Rory Gilmore has always lived in New York with her mother, Lorelai. She has always been a good girl, getting good grades and leading the perfect life. Things change when Christopher comes back for a while, and then leaves her mother heartbroken because Sherri is pregnant with his baby. Around the same time Rory breaks up with her first love.
Things start to get out of hand. Rory doesn't trust love anymore, she thinks it's something that only gets you hurt, and she starts drinking and having sex with strangers. When her mother finds her having sex in her bed with some stranger she decides it's been enough. She sends Rory to Stars Hollow to live with her grandparents.
Jess has always lived in Stars Hollow, and he's been a really good guy. He's everything Jess from the show can be, sweet, gentle, intelligent. He's got a perfect girlfriend and is leading the perfect life. Until Rory comes to town.
Disclaimer: I own Milo. Yeah...when he dissapeared from the show I
bought him on E-bay...I wish. I only own this computer (with a
background of Milo), this story and some other things that nobody is
interested in.
By the way this disclaimer holds for the entire story.
Pairing: R/J ofcourse! But first some J/?
Hmmm...is there anything else I should say?! Probably not cause most of you guys just skipped this whole intro and started reading right away... Just one more thing: more reviews = more updates! I want at least 5 reviews for every chapter :P So you know what to do! Have fun reading the chapter! ~~**miarae**~~
~~
I can't believe this! I've been sent away from New York! To Hell on earth. God...when I looked at the place I felt like I was having a nightmare. Everything is fucking perfect. Fucking perfect people leading their fucking perfect lives and pretending to be in love. Pretending being the operative word here, cause how could anybody fall in love when all love did was tear you apart?
For the first time in my life I really hate my mom. Another case where love leaves you vulnerable. I should have known better then to trust her. When she couldn't handle me anymore she just sent me away. Yeah...that's easy. Just dump me in the middle of nowhere so you don't have to worry about me anymore. Great. Fan fucking tastic.
My shrink said I was hurt. That I was just fucking around and getting pissed cause I wanted attention. Stupid asshole. Like he knows anything about me. I know I've been doing things my mother isn't proud of but so what? It's my life isn't it? If I want to fuck every boy in town and get so drunk I can't even remember how I get home it's my business.
So now I got sent here. Stars fucking Hollow. Cause my mom caught me having sex in her bed. Sounds like a scene from Dawsons Creek...god...when did my life become some pathetic tvshow? I couldn't quite remember how that blonde chick from Dawsons Creek felt when she got to Capeside but I don't think it would be very different from the way I feel. Alone. So fucking alone.
Oh yeah...you know the greatest thing? I got sent to my grandparents! How could she do that to me huh? She knew what it was like growing up there...I can't wear what I'm wearing now or my grandmother would have a heartattack! I suppose she knows why I was sent there in the first place, but she expects me to be a sweet and innocent little girl when there are visitors. She wants me to be everything that I'm not. Everything that I lost a long time ago. Innocent...I've seen so much you can never call me innocent. Sweet? Dumping guys...breaking their heart...nah I don't think sweet is the right word for me either.
Bitter would be though. Yeah...bitter is one of the words I would use to describe myself. Along with bitchy, screwed up and depressed. Wow...come to think of it, I don't have a lot of good things to say about myself. Yeah maybe that I'm more realistic than a lot of people in this world. I loathe love. Love, compassion, trust, it only leaves you vulnerable. And heartbroken once the person you trusted yourself with walked away.
You wanna know how it all started? Maybe it's hard to believe...but a while back I wasn't like this. I was good Rory Gilmore, believing in love and thinking that whatever I set my heart to I would accomplish. I had a wonderful boyfriend and my dad recently had moved in with my mom. I couldn't be happier then I was at that moment.
And then...then SHE came back into his life. My dads ex-girlfriend. Sherri. They had broken it off a while ago cause my dad had realized my mom was everything he wanted. Wasn't that wonderful? I guess my mom and dad were just meant to be...you know. They had everything going for them and it was a great time. We laughed a lot, went out to the movies just to mock everything and my dad was this amazing cook. I was happy. I was so happy that everyday I felt like I was floating.
And then I started falling down. Sherri called my dad...and told him she was pregnant. With his baby. At first I thought it wouldn't matter...cause you know...my dad hadn't been around when I was born either. But after a lot of serious talks I realized this was different. He didn't want to miss out on his second baby's youth. So he was going back to her, eventhough he loved my mom.
Did you ever have a balloon? When you were little? A wonderful beautiful balloon. And you were so happy cause it was the prettiest thing you've ever seen and it was all yours...and you were so careful not to let go of the string that was attached to the balloon...cause it would fly away and you would never be able to get it back? Do you remember how it felt when all of the sudden...cause of the hot sun...or cause of something sharp...the balloon would burst? And nothing...I mean really...nothing...would remain?
That's how I felt when my dad left. Everything I had ever hoped for had been right in front of me...and then it dissapeared. To top it all off my boyfriend broke up with me the week after. We had been going out for almost a year, and things were going great. Or so I thought. On our anniversary he tried to get me in bed. We had talked about stuff like that, and I had told him over and over again that I wasn't ready yet. But he seemed to think our one year anniversary would magically make all my boundaries dissapear. We were making out on my bed and I could clearly feel he wanted more. So I pushed him away...told him once again that I wasn't ready for this yet.
That's when it happened. My perfect boyfriend hit me. He hit me hard and told me that I had been cheating on him. I tried to tell him it wasn't true but he wouldn't listen. He kept raging on and on about how I wouldn't sleep with him but that I welcomed that other guy in my bed whenever he wanted to. How I was nothing more than a little slut that deserved to be punished.
Needless to say...things got out of hand. He forced himself on me, taking my virginity with a couple of hard thrusts. I don't think I've ever been in so much pain. But for once, he didn't care. After he was done he gave me a kiss and told me "Happy anniversary Rory". I cried when he left.
After that, things began to change. I saw my mother everyday, crying over my dad. I realized that if true love couldn't even conquer everything, why would ordinary love be able to? I started losing faith. I had heard it so many times...guys telling me they loved me just so they could sleep with me. I didn't believe them anymore, but part of me didn't even care if they meant it or not. I needed comfort, I needed someone to hold me and tell me things would be okay. That it didn't matter that my boyfriend left me...that I was still a good person and that I deserved to be loved.
Well maybe I just didn't. Deserve it. Cause they never comforted me. They never cared. They just slept with me, got up after and left without saying goodbye. And my mother couldn't help me either. She was still so upset with Christopher leaving her. She didn't even see me change until it was too late. Anyway...that's what she said when she found me having sex with some total stranger. In her bed. At that point she decided it had been enough.
So that's how I got here.