Hello, faithful readers! I'm working on the next chapter of Vineyard, but I have about a gajillion Lit ideas and they've all been done before, but I'm going to write them my way. This on is based on the song "Cinderella Story" by the Plain White T's.
I just checked my ID, and, unfortunately, it does not list my name as Amy Sherman-Palladino. So, I suppose I don't own Gilmore Girls. Also, I don't own the rights to Cinderella Story by the Plain White T's.
Jess Mariano slammed the door to Truncheon Books behind him. He made his way upstairs, confused. Throwing the mail down on the table, he pondered the news he'd heard.
FLASHBACK:
"Jess, hey," Cassie said as she brewed his coffee, always the first of the morning. "I had a girl in here asking about you yesterday."
"Really? Who?"
"Well, her coffee cup said 'Rory,'" Cassie replied casually, with no idea how her words affected Jess.
"Rory was in here? Asking about me?" he choked out. Cassie laughed.
"Yeah, what'd you do to her, break her heart?"
"You could say that," he chuckled.
END FLASHBACK
Maybe she hadn't been there at all, and Matt and Chris had put Cassie up to it. Why had he left? Why had he broken her heart? But why had she broken his?
"Jess," a voice called as he walked down the street that evening. He turned around to see the woman who'd haunted his dreams for three years. He distinctly remembered one of the last times he'd seen her.
He'd been visiting her in Hartford, sharing the news of his book. They'd gone to get something to eat, but that blonde dick she'd been dating had shown up. God, he'd been such an ass. And Rory…Rory hadn't been herself. She'd left school, was spending all her time drinking and partying with this guy or with the DAR. Logan hadn't been good for her. But maybe Jess hadn't either.
Rory was sitting on his couch. Rory Gilmore was sitting on his couch as casually as if she owned the place.
He'd asked her why she was in town. She'd admitted she'd wanted to see him. She'd tracked down a coffeehouse near where she remembered Truncheon being. She'd made sure he was still in town.
She told him all about her last year of Yale. How she'd felt trapped in her own future at times. How he'd proposed. How she'd said no, and he'd left, and how she'd cried for a week before moving on.
She told him of all the times she'd wondered why she didn't go with him when he asked. Why she didn't stay with him when she'd come to Philadelphia. Why she hadn't come back to him over the last three years, with all the times she'd considered it.
And now here they were, on his couch. What happened next, he wondered?
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Many years later, he'd tell a story at their wedding of how she'd found him on "one of those days," when nothing felt right except her.
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