The Sins of a Father
A/N: Spoiler: Say Goodnight Gracie Jess finds out that the "coffee loser" is "Jimmy" and Jimmy is his "father". What If Jess found Jimmy's wallet? That's what you really need to know, to read this chapter. Feedback please! ;) Kelsey
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Chapter 1:Leaving- Jess
The coffee loser is here again, and I'll be damned if he just sits there, in a closed diner, drinking 4 hour old coffee, while I've got things to do, and people to see. By people I mean Rory.
I've had a lot on my mind, since the party. Rory is amazing in everyway imaginable, but she loves me. How could she love me? Jess Mariano, the bad ass of Stars Hollow. I keep playing that night over in my head. I was going to tell her that I wasn't going to graduate, that I couldn't buy tickets to the prom that she wanted to go to so badly. How could I crush her like that when she loves me?
"Man, were closed. I'm sure there's a 7 -11 you can loiter, but I really need to meet my girlfriend." The man holds up his hand, gesturing that he wants to finish his coffee but I smirk at him. "They've even got coffee too." "You make a good point." The coffee loser rises from his chair and leaves the diner.
I go over to bust his table and I notice that he's left his wallet, I run out the door. "You left your wallet! Hey, you left…" But I see that he's already long gone. I open the flap to see if there's an ID, a way to contact this guy.
And I see a California driver's license, with a picture of the coffee loser, when his face was clean shaven. My eyes jump for his name, and once it finally catches my eye, I feel like I'm in one of those crazy dramatic movies, and I actually want to scream because there written in black on a laminated slab, is the name Jimmy Mariano, the asshole who made me. Father no, sperm donor maybe.
How could this guy, run away from me again? I've only met this guy once, I was five and he came to New York. Liz was having issues with another one of her boyfriends, and this time she called Jimmy to help her out, since on this only occasion Uncle Luke refused. Jimmy was living in Ohio or maybe it was Oklahoma?
Anyway, we needed a new apartment, and Liz said it was mighty time my father provided for me. Why Liz never called Jimmy before or asked him to be in my life, I'll never know. So this guy hopped off a plane at LaGuardia and was ready to pay my mother some cash, and help get our lives on track. He didn't realize that this wasn't going to work, that in two weeks that money would be gone, and our pantry would still be completely bare. My mother's drug habit would be feed, my stomach not so much.
Jimmy was not what I imagined him to be, when I first met him. Yes, he was tall and looked a little like me, but the picture wasn't right. I wasn't expecting anyone special, what was I thinking? My mother was no June Cleaver, how could she be able to bag anyone who could do anything for me?
Jimmy was able to get us a flat near Washington Square Park, nothing special but I approved. I spent hours reading in that park and it was a huge escape from Liz and whichever boyfriend she dragged in our lives that week. Jimmy left after that, and I have never seen him again, except for today.
God damn, he didn't even have the balls to tell me he was my father. What the hell is that? I look out the window of the diner and I see Rory, she's got a scowl on her face, and is probably really pissed that I didn't meet her 15 minutes ago at the bridge like I promised.
The bell rings above the diner and I make sure that the table is completely clean. "Hey." I call out to her. She drags herself over to the counter. "Hey? Hmm I don't think that hey is a good thing to say to me right now." "Rory?" "An hour! That's how long I've been waiting for you! Do you have David Bowe tickets because that's the only way you're really going to fix it this time?" "Ror, I'm sorry. I just had this customer that wouldn't leave the coffee loser to be exact." Her face softens as I share this little bit of information with her.
"God, you two must have a bromance going on." Rory smiles at me and I just smirk. "I don't think he's gay." "You don't have to be! Hello, Joey and Chandler!" "Hmm I forgot about your favorite Friends." I lean over the counter and kiss her softly. "I miss you." She says as our lips part. "You just saw me yesterday, remember?" "No. I miss you." Rory laces her fingers in mine and I understand. "There's just a lot going on." "Tell me." She whispers. I want to, but I more afraid of crushing her, more afraid of disappointing her. "Just stuff." I answer and our eyes lock.
"Do you want to help me with my homework?" Rory's eyes are sparkling and she's trying so hard not to laugh. I hear a car rumbling by and quickly look up to see who it is. It's my father. Rory turns around to catch a glimpse. "Looks like your coffee loser is leaving." "Looks like."
Rory told me last night that she loved me, but now she's acting like she didn't. I don't know what it is about this that sparks something in me, or maybe it's the fact that my father's wallet is burning a hole in my pocket. What am I ever going to be for her? Nothing. And that's the reason why I've got to go. I have to be leaving.
