Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Gilmore Girls
Rating: PG...PG-13 later
Pairing: R/J, and eventually, maybe some L/L
Please review....this is my first ever fan fic, so I need feedback!
"Mom!" Rory cried, running across the airport to where her mother was waiting.
"Dahling, you look mahvelous!" Lorelai said.
"What a greeting. Complete with one of the weirdest accents I've ever heard...was that German you were going for?" Rory asked, grinning. Lorelai and Rory hugged for a minute.
"Don't you recognize a British accent when you hear one? I can tell this entire trip to Washington didn't do you any good. You clearly haven't gained any worldly knowledge."
"Nope, no worldly knowledge. But I did gain the knowledge of the fact that there's no place like home with my clearly caffeine-deprived mother. After we load up the luggage, let's go get coffee."
"Aww...really? There's no place like home, Dorothy?"
"Yes Auntie Em, there's no place like home. I tried clicking my heels while I was in Washington, but...no luck. I was still stuck with Paris...the Wicked Witch of the East...or was it West?"
"I don't know, but all this babble about the Wizard of Oz somehow reminds me of coffee."
"Everything reminds you of coffee."
"A clear sign of serious deprivation. C'mon, let's go." Rory and Lorelai linked arms and headed for the doors, smiling and babbling on about the trip while Lorelai tried to remember where she parked the car.
***
Later, Rory and Lorelai sat in Luke's, both with steaming mugs of coffee. "Hey mom, I know you pride yourself on being very stubborn (the most stubborn person in the world, actually), but the way Luke's holding out on you, I think he might have rights to the title. Are you guys ever going to make up?" Rory asked. Lorelai took a long sip of her coffee. She thought for a minute, looking upset, but didn't answer. "What's going on?" Rory persisted. Lorelai looked even more upset.
"Mom?" Rory asked.
"Rory? Drop it." Lorelai ordered. Rory and Lorelai both fell silent for a minute. Rory took a long sip of her coffee and sighed.
"So, is that coffee any better than the Washington's?" Lorelai said, changing the subject with a small smile.
"Oh, you have no id-" Rory stopped short when she saw Jess come down the stairs. Rory felt very warm, and blood rushed to her face as she saw him glance over at her, without smirking. She remembered the kiss, and how good it had felt to be touching him. She blushed even redder, and quickly pushed that thought away. "I have a boyfriend!" she told herself sternly. "And I love him." But Jess held her attention for the moment, and she just looked deep into his eyes for a minute, her face still faintly flushed.
Lorelai looked at her daughter, puzzled, and then followed her gaze to see Jess standing by the counter. She frowned, watched her daughter blush a deep red, and saw the two of them locked in a long stare. Finally, Lorelai tapped Rory on the shoulder. "Earth to Rory!" her mom called. Rory snapped around quickly.
"Oh....sorry mom....I was just....thinking about-"
"Jess naked?" her mom joked, but sounding worried. Rory blushed once more.
"MOM! NO! Don't be gross." "Well judging by the way you stopped mid-sentence to stare like he was Tom Cruise, turned an attractive shade of maroon, and started to sweat..."
"I was not sweating."
"Oh, there were puddles." Rory shook her head, and averted her eyes. She studied the pool of dark brown liquid in her mug.
"Rory? What is going on with you?" When Rory didn't respond, Lorelai went on.
"Once again, I hate to be the one to ask, and I'm afraid of what the answer might be....but do you think maybe you're starting to-"
"No." Rory said softly, interrupting, not wanting to have to hear the rest. But Lorelai studied her daughter. And even if Rory refused to admit it, she knew some kind of feeling was there, and that scared her. Rory, meanwhile, was replaying the kiss over and over in her mind. The two Gilmores fell silent, sipped their coffees, and let the last of the steam rising up from their mugs waft up by their faces and cloud their thoughts.
***
After coffee, the two went home to watch one of their favorite movies with junk food to celebrate Rory's homecoming. Rory and Lorelai sat on their couch among candy wrappers and chip bags.
"Ahhh, nothing like a classic." Rory sighed.
"That Willy Wonka never ceases to amaze me. And they should definitely invent that whole-meal-in-one-stick-of-gum thing."
"Yea, but then we wouldn't have an excuse to go to Luke's anymore! You would become deprived of good coffee, and eventually we'd have to go back to get coffee, and we'd want a burger too. So what's the point of the gum in the first place?"
"Strange logic. But true."
"You've taught me well."
"Interesting how you lead everything back to Luke's where some guy who makes you sweat puddles is now back and working."
"THERE WAS NO PUDDLE!" Rory yelled.
"There was some major puddle-age."
"What is with your new puddle fixation?" Rory grumbled.
"What is with your new Jess fixation?" her mother shot back.
"Nothing. Because there isn't one."
"Uh-huh. That's why you stopped mid-sentence to stare. And turned that lovely shade of maroon I was telling you about. Look Rory, all I'm saying is, I think it's pretty unfair to lead Dean on if you like Jess. Which I think you do. Despite the fact that I can't stand him right now, I don't want you to be unhappy with Dean for my benefit, because you're hurting him. I noticed you haven't called him yet?"
"I'll call him tomorrow! I'm tired."
"Tired from all those puddles you've been creating with your sweat." Rory paused and then smiled a little.
"Strange logic."
"You've taught me well." The two grinned sadly and sighed. Rory rose from the couch.
"I think I'll go to bed. And mom?"
"Yea?" "Drop the puddle-thing."
"But it's so fu-"
"Mom." Rory interrupted.
"All right, all right. No more talk about puddles."
Rory grinned, gave her mom a kiss, and shuffled to her room. Lorelai did the same, put on her pajamas, thought for a while, and gave herself away to sleep. But Rory lie awake in her clothes for hours, thinking about the kiss again. Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore. She had to go for a walk. She opened her window, threw on some shoes, and climbed out.
***
Rory wandered around town for about an hour, just thinking about the events of the past 2 months. Rory had thought she would have time in Washington to think about the entire dilemma, but instead she had kept busy, and used it as an escape. She and Paris had actually started getting along, and she had started to talk to Paris about it, but they never got a chance to finish the conversation, and after that there were places to visit and speeches to hear.
She sighed and kept walking. She didn't know exactly why she was walking around town in the middle of the night, but the peace and quiet of the night helped her sort through her Jess-Dean decision. Little did Rory know, she was not the only one awake.
***
Jess was sitting on the bridge, looking into the water. After seeing Rory in the diner, the kiss between them was all he could think about. He could no longer deny the fact that he really cared about her, and he was having a hard time with that. It was hard for Jess to care. He hadn't had anyone to teach him how. But he knew he was happy she was back. He pictured her blue eyes staring straight into his, and a small smile played on his lips. Then he wondered if she even cared about him. She hadn't mentioned the kiss since it has happened.
Jess ran a hand through his hair, and began chewing on the tip of the pen he was holding. He scribbled furiously on a piece of lined paper that was inside a 3-ring binder. When he was finished, he rose and headed back towards Luke's. He walked without turning, and didn't see that same piece of paper slip out of his binder and float gracefully on the wind and into the water.
***
Rory headed towards the bridge to sort out the rest of her thoughts. It had always been one of her favorite places, and it was definitely more special since she and Jess had eaten there. It felt like their place. As she sat down, she could almost feel his presence there with her, and despite the dark and the cold winds, she felt warm and comforted.
She dangled her feet over the edge. She was sitting there enjoying the peace when she spotted a single piece of paper floating in the water. The ink was still visible. Curiously, Rory laid down on the bridge and positioned herself so she could pick it up from the water. She grabbed at just before it carelessly drifted under the bridge. She recognized Jess's handwriting. As she read, a smile lit up her eyes. She ran all the way home, waving the paper behind her.
***
End of chapter 1! Please send some feedback. Once I get one review, I'll post chapter 2
Rating: PG...PG-13 later
Pairing: R/J, and eventually, maybe some L/L
Please review....this is my first ever fan fic, so I need feedback!
"Mom!" Rory cried, running across the airport to where her mother was waiting.
"Dahling, you look mahvelous!" Lorelai said.
"What a greeting. Complete with one of the weirdest accents I've ever heard...was that German you were going for?" Rory asked, grinning. Lorelai and Rory hugged for a minute.
"Don't you recognize a British accent when you hear one? I can tell this entire trip to Washington didn't do you any good. You clearly haven't gained any worldly knowledge."
"Nope, no worldly knowledge. But I did gain the knowledge of the fact that there's no place like home with my clearly caffeine-deprived mother. After we load up the luggage, let's go get coffee."
"Aww...really? There's no place like home, Dorothy?"
"Yes Auntie Em, there's no place like home. I tried clicking my heels while I was in Washington, but...no luck. I was still stuck with Paris...the Wicked Witch of the East...or was it West?"
"I don't know, but all this babble about the Wizard of Oz somehow reminds me of coffee."
"Everything reminds you of coffee."
"A clear sign of serious deprivation. C'mon, let's go." Rory and Lorelai linked arms and headed for the doors, smiling and babbling on about the trip while Lorelai tried to remember where she parked the car.
***
Later, Rory and Lorelai sat in Luke's, both with steaming mugs of coffee. "Hey mom, I know you pride yourself on being very stubborn (the most stubborn person in the world, actually), but the way Luke's holding out on you, I think he might have rights to the title. Are you guys ever going to make up?" Rory asked. Lorelai took a long sip of her coffee. She thought for a minute, looking upset, but didn't answer. "What's going on?" Rory persisted. Lorelai looked even more upset.
"Mom?" Rory asked.
"Rory? Drop it." Lorelai ordered. Rory and Lorelai both fell silent for a minute. Rory took a long sip of her coffee and sighed.
"So, is that coffee any better than the Washington's?" Lorelai said, changing the subject with a small smile.
"Oh, you have no id-" Rory stopped short when she saw Jess come down the stairs. Rory felt very warm, and blood rushed to her face as she saw him glance over at her, without smirking. She remembered the kiss, and how good it had felt to be touching him. She blushed even redder, and quickly pushed that thought away. "I have a boyfriend!" she told herself sternly. "And I love him." But Jess held her attention for the moment, and she just looked deep into his eyes for a minute, her face still faintly flushed.
Lorelai looked at her daughter, puzzled, and then followed her gaze to see Jess standing by the counter. She frowned, watched her daughter blush a deep red, and saw the two of them locked in a long stare. Finally, Lorelai tapped Rory on the shoulder. "Earth to Rory!" her mom called. Rory snapped around quickly.
"Oh....sorry mom....I was just....thinking about-"
"Jess naked?" her mom joked, but sounding worried. Rory blushed once more.
"MOM! NO! Don't be gross." "Well judging by the way you stopped mid-sentence to stare like he was Tom Cruise, turned an attractive shade of maroon, and started to sweat..."
"I was not sweating."
"Oh, there were puddles." Rory shook her head, and averted her eyes. She studied the pool of dark brown liquid in her mug.
"Rory? What is going on with you?" When Rory didn't respond, Lorelai went on.
"Once again, I hate to be the one to ask, and I'm afraid of what the answer might be....but do you think maybe you're starting to-"
"No." Rory said softly, interrupting, not wanting to have to hear the rest. But Lorelai studied her daughter. And even if Rory refused to admit it, she knew some kind of feeling was there, and that scared her. Rory, meanwhile, was replaying the kiss over and over in her mind. The two Gilmores fell silent, sipped their coffees, and let the last of the steam rising up from their mugs waft up by their faces and cloud their thoughts.
***
After coffee, the two went home to watch one of their favorite movies with junk food to celebrate Rory's homecoming. Rory and Lorelai sat on their couch among candy wrappers and chip bags.
"Ahhh, nothing like a classic." Rory sighed.
"That Willy Wonka never ceases to amaze me. And they should definitely invent that whole-meal-in-one-stick-of-gum thing."
"Yea, but then we wouldn't have an excuse to go to Luke's anymore! You would become deprived of good coffee, and eventually we'd have to go back to get coffee, and we'd want a burger too. So what's the point of the gum in the first place?"
"Strange logic. But true."
"You've taught me well."
"Interesting how you lead everything back to Luke's where some guy who makes you sweat puddles is now back and working."
"THERE WAS NO PUDDLE!" Rory yelled.
"There was some major puddle-age."
"What is with your new puddle fixation?" Rory grumbled.
"What is with your new Jess fixation?" her mother shot back.
"Nothing. Because there isn't one."
"Uh-huh. That's why you stopped mid-sentence to stare. And turned that lovely shade of maroon I was telling you about. Look Rory, all I'm saying is, I think it's pretty unfair to lead Dean on if you like Jess. Which I think you do. Despite the fact that I can't stand him right now, I don't want you to be unhappy with Dean for my benefit, because you're hurting him. I noticed you haven't called him yet?"
"I'll call him tomorrow! I'm tired."
"Tired from all those puddles you've been creating with your sweat." Rory paused and then smiled a little.
"Strange logic."
"You've taught me well." The two grinned sadly and sighed. Rory rose from the couch.
"I think I'll go to bed. And mom?"
"Yea?" "Drop the puddle-thing."
"But it's so fu-"
"Mom." Rory interrupted.
"All right, all right. No more talk about puddles."
Rory grinned, gave her mom a kiss, and shuffled to her room. Lorelai did the same, put on her pajamas, thought for a while, and gave herself away to sleep. But Rory lie awake in her clothes for hours, thinking about the kiss again. Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore. She had to go for a walk. She opened her window, threw on some shoes, and climbed out.
***
Rory wandered around town for about an hour, just thinking about the events of the past 2 months. Rory had thought she would have time in Washington to think about the entire dilemma, but instead she had kept busy, and used it as an escape. She and Paris had actually started getting along, and she had started to talk to Paris about it, but they never got a chance to finish the conversation, and after that there were places to visit and speeches to hear.
She sighed and kept walking. She didn't know exactly why she was walking around town in the middle of the night, but the peace and quiet of the night helped her sort through her Jess-Dean decision. Little did Rory know, she was not the only one awake.
***
Jess was sitting on the bridge, looking into the water. After seeing Rory in the diner, the kiss between them was all he could think about. He could no longer deny the fact that he really cared about her, and he was having a hard time with that. It was hard for Jess to care. He hadn't had anyone to teach him how. But he knew he was happy she was back. He pictured her blue eyes staring straight into his, and a small smile played on his lips. Then he wondered if she even cared about him. She hadn't mentioned the kiss since it has happened.
Jess ran a hand through his hair, and began chewing on the tip of the pen he was holding. He scribbled furiously on a piece of lined paper that was inside a 3-ring binder. When he was finished, he rose and headed back towards Luke's. He walked without turning, and didn't see that same piece of paper slip out of his binder and float gracefully on the wind and into the water.
***
Rory headed towards the bridge to sort out the rest of her thoughts. It had always been one of her favorite places, and it was definitely more special since she and Jess had eaten there. It felt like their place. As she sat down, she could almost feel his presence there with her, and despite the dark and the cold winds, she felt warm and comforted.
She dangled her feet over the edge. She was sitting there enjoying the peace when she spotted a single piece of paper floating in the water. The ink was still visible. Curiously, Rory laid down on the bridge and positioned herself so she could pick it up from the water. She grabbed at just before it carelessly drifted under the bridge. She recognized Jess's handwriting. As she read, a smile lit up her eyes. She ran all the way home, waving the paper behind her.
***
End of chapter 1! Please send some feedback. Once I get one review, I'll post chapter 2
