Title : Apples, troubles and innocence
Rating : PG-13
I own nothing, I am simply a huge fan
Author's notes : Nervous, as nervous as if I had pulled a Lorelai and drank many cups of her beloved coffee, without telling you to do so, reviews would be appreciated. Thank you.
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Jess laid on his back, arms crossed under his head, thinking. On any other day, the noise the car horns were making, the police sirens and people talking, no yelling, down the streets of New-York he could hear through the open window of the tiny apartment he shared with Liz, would've bothered him. But not today. Today, he had called Rory Gilmore. Today Rory Gilmore was coming to see him.
"flashback"
"Hello?"
"Hum, Rory, its Jess." He breathed into the phone.
Rory, taken aback, tried to regain her composure before speaking again.
"Oh, hey Jess." She said, her voice still shaking a little.
"I need you." He said, his voice barely audible.
"I'll be right there."
See, he knew he wouldn't need to explain, he knew Rory would understand, no words were needed between them, they had a connection, a connection way deeper than friendship, a connection even deeper than… dare he think it
A connection even deeper than love.
Jess was in trouble, again. He needed… well in truth, he just needed to see Rory, in trouble or not, the truth was simply this, he missed her, way more than words could say. Oh yes, Jess looked like he never gave a damn. In fact, he usually never did, apart from his books, his most prized possession, he cherished nothing in this world, not even his own mom. But Rory had changed that. Without even realizing it, that little woman had shown him how to care, not only about her, but about Luke as well, about family, about life itself. Sometimes, he hated her, despised her for that. But he just needed to look in those piercing innocent blue eyes, or remember that smile of hers, the aura of perfection, of beauty, and she once again invaded his heart and mind with feelings of warmth he couldn't quite name.
Jess Mariano didn't love, couldn't love, but he did…
He often surprised himself wondering, why her. In all honesty, she was nothing like the girls he used to want, but maybe that was it. He wanted them. But Rory, oh Rory he needed, he cared for, craved. Ah yes, he did want her. But he knew he could never, how could he stain that innocence, corrupt that perfection. Rory was worth much more than all of these past girls. He knew in a way her mom was right to hate him, hell, he hated himself. He didn't deserve something, someone that great.
Maybe he should just call her back, maybe he should just forget…
But the door rang and his heart jumped. It was her, he knew. His friends would've just barged in without knocking and his mom, well his mom would've tumbled past the door and onto the floor, drunk, either alone or with her latest boyfriend, if Jess could even call them that…
He nervously passed his hands through his spiky hair and opened the door. The first thing he saw was her cast. He had broke her, he had hurt her. He didn't know what to say, "sorry" just didn't seem right, so he just stared at her big blue eyes and waited.
"So I thought you could show me around, granted, it's a little bigger than big ol' Stars Hollow and might take a little longer than 2 minutes and 37 seconds, but hey, it promises to be more interesting as well so I don't see any harm, oh! And we have to go to a music store, oh the possibilities, and Lane would just KILL me if she knew I was in the Big Apple without… And oh! We could also go to a big library, they're bound to be amazing, right? And huge as well, but huge is good, a huge, amazing library…"
He put a finger to her lips, smirking slightly at her babbling. He let his finger linger a little on her soft lips and grabbed his coat.
"So I read "Kill me now"" She said as they were walking side by side.
"Yeah? What did you think?"
"Profound, rebellious, scandalous even, but deep. Kind of like you actually…"
"So your opinion?" He asked, knowing full well his question held a double meaning.
She stared intensely in his eyes, before shying away.
"I like, I like a lot."
"Huh." He answered, in his usual closed-off manner, but if you listened closely, you could see the happiness hidden.
And Rory had listened.
"So tell me Jess, it's been fun, chatting with you about truth, beauty, freedom, love and what not, which by the way, notice the quote from Moulin Rouge?" She giggled.
"But what did you do this time, tell doctor Rory what's wrong, for I will deliver a cure for all your problems."
He wanted to tell her, he really did, but suddenly, it didn't seem so important anymore.
"I forget."
And at that moment, the desire, the passion that surged through them both was higher than ever before. It scarred Rory, she never thought she could feel like this. The sensation of souls connecting through a simple locked gaze. It was completely foreign to her. Jess tentatively touched her cast, gently passing his fingers, gliding them over it with a pained look. Rory shivered in anticipation. She wanted to smile, she wanted to tell him it was ok, that she forgave him, but she was frozen in place. Everything around her seemed to fade, to finally disappear as Jess leaned in, closing the distance between them, encircling his arms around her waist and resting his forehead against hers. Then, turning his head, he whispered softly to her ear.
"Thank You."
The End
Rating : PG-13
I own nothing, I am simply a huge fan
Author's notes : Nervous, as nervous as if I had pulled a Lorelai and drank many cups of her beloved coffee, without telling you to do so, reviews would be appreciated. Thank you.
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Jess laid on his back, arms crossed under his head, thinking. On any other day, the noise the car horns were making, the police sirens and people talking, no yelling, down the streets of New-York he could hear through the open window of the tiny apartment he shared with Liz, would've bothered him. But not today. Today, he had called Rory Gilmore. Today Rory Gilmore was coming to see him.
"flashback"
"Hello?"
"Hum, Rory, its Jess." He breathed into the phone.
Rory, taken aback, tried to regain her composure before speaking again.
"Oh, hey Jess." She said, her voice still shaking a little.
"I need you." He said, his voice barely audible.
"I'll be right there."
See, he knew he wouldn't need to explain, he knew Rory would understand, no words were needed between them, they had a connection, a connection way deeper than friendship, a connection even deeper than… dare he think it
A connection even deeper than love.
Jess was in trouble, again. He needed… well in truth, he just needed to see Rory, in trouble or not, the truth was simply this, he missed her, way more than words could say. Oh yes, Jess looked like he never gave a damn. In fact, he usually never did, apart from his books, his most prized possession, he cherished nothing in this world, not even his own mom. But Rory had changed that. Without even realizing it, that little woman had shown him how to care, not only about her, but about Luke as well, about family, about life itself. Sometimes, he hated her, despised her for that. But he just needed to look in those piercing innocent blue eyes, or remember that smile of hers, the aura of perfection, of beauty, and she once again invaded his heart and mind with feelings of warmth he couldn't quite name.
Jess Mariano didn't love, couldn't love, but he did…
He often surprised himself wondering, why her. In all honesty, she was nothing like the girls he used to want, but maybe that was it. He wanted them. But Rory, oh Rory he needed, he cared for, craved. Ah yes, he did want her. But he knew he could never, how could he stain that innocence, corrupt that perfection. Rory was worth much more than all of these past girls. He knew in a way her mom was right to hate him, hell, he hated himself. He didn't deserve something, someone that great.
Maybe he should just call her back, maybe he should just forget…
But the door rang and his heart jumped. It was her, he knew. His friends would've just barged in without knocking and his mom, well his mom would've tumbled past the door and onto the floor, drunk, either alone or with her latest boyfriend, if Jess could even call them that…
He nervously passed his hands through his spiky hair and opened the door. The first thing he saw was her cast. He had broke her, he had hurt her. He didn't know what to say, "sorry" just didn't seem right, so he just stared at her big blue eyes and waited.
"So I thought you could show me around, granted, it's a little bigger than big ol' Stars Hollow and might take a little longer than 2 minutes and 37 seconds, but hey, it promises to be more interesting as well so I don't see any harm, oh! And we have to go to a music store, oh the possibilities, and Lane would just KILL me if she knew I was in the Big Apple without… And oh! We could also go to a big library, they're bound to be amazing, right? And huge as well, but huge is good, a huge, amazing library…"
He put a finger to her lips, smirking slightly at her babbling. He let his finger linger a little on her soft lips and grabbed his coat.
"So I read "Kill me now"" She said as they were walking side by side.
"Yeah? What did you think?"
"Profound, rebellious, scandalous even, but deep. Kind of like you actually…"
"So your opinion?" He asked, knowing full well his question held a double meaning.
She stared intensely in his eyes, before shying away.
"I like, I like a lot."
"Huh." He answered, in his usual closed-off manner, but if you listened closely, you could see the happiness hidden.
And Rory had listened.
"So tell me Jess, it's been fun, chatting with you about truth, beauty, freedom, love and what not, which by the way, notice the quote from Moulin Rouge?" She giggled.
"But what did you do this time, tell doctor Rory what's wrong, for I will deliver a cure for all your problems."
He wanted to tell her, he really did, but suddenly, it didn't seem so important anymore.
"I forget."
And at that moment, the desire, the passion that surged through them both was higher than ever before. It scarred Rory, she never thought she could feel like this. The sensation of souls connecting through a simple locked gaze. It was completely foreign to her. Jess tentatively touched her cast, gently passing his fingers, gliding them over it with a pained look. Rory shivered in anticipation. She wanted to smile, she wanted to tell him it was ok, that she forgave him, but she was frozen in place. Everything around her seemed to fade, to finally disappear as Jess leaned in, closing the distance between them, encircling his arms around her waist and resting his forehead against hers. Then, turning his head, he whispered softly to her ear.
"Thank You."
The End