Title: Hauting Eyes

Author: Bru Cardoso

Summary: His songs are hits They talk about a girl with hunting eyes and shy smile. Everyone thinks she doesn't exist. Only the one who writes them knows the truth and maybe the girl in the song. LIT

Disclaimer: Don't own the characters, just the plot... you know the drill.

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Chap 03

He wandered around the aisles, picking a book here and there. He had to laugh at how ridiculously ironic it was, he who hated malls, wouldn't leave a town before stopping by at one. But it was only for logical reasons, of course. It was practical and his only solution many times. It was where he could buy books, Cds and clothes at the same place, spending less than three hours to purchase everything he would need until they arrived in the next town.

Walking though his most hated section, poetry, a spine of a book caught his attention. "Twenty love poems and a song of despair." He could still remember the blush creeping into her cheeks when he started teasing her mercilessly about the book. She had had to read (actually, re-read) it for a project at school and he decided that as a good boyfriend as he was, that they should read it together. Of course she protested and reasoned he didn't even like poetry. But his answer was, "So you can see the sacrifices that I make for you," and after that one she was at a loss of words.

They read it together, on his bed. In the beginning he would tease her, wearing a smirk that would make her feel even more uncomfortable. He even read out loud, saying it was easier to memorize and making her shiver. But when he noticed her shaking hands his smirk suddenly disappeared and was replaced by a soft smile of understanding. She was so young, so naive; maybe too naive even for her age. But still she was there, in bed, with this self-proclaimed bad boy, listening to his hoarse voice reading about love - and making love. The second one was the one that was bothering her so much, he knew that. He knew she didn't have much experience and that it made her so damn nervous to even talk about the subject.

He knew she would have to face her sexuality eventually, but he also knew it didn't have to be now. His arms reached for her and enveloped her, making her lie against his chest, between his legs, comforting and calming her, while his husky voice whispered the words he read on her ear.

Her body tensed completely for about two minute before it started relaxing against his, noticing he wasn't pressuring or asking anything; he just wanted to be close to her. He wanted intimacy, and it meant being comfortable around each other much more than having sex.

He missed those days, when he would simply drop his mask and be nice to her. When he would be dragged to stupid town festivals and endless movie nights, in which he would be forced to watch 'Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory' countless times. He had even written a song with the title of the movie, even though he would never let it be sang.

This annoyed him endlessly, these little things in every town that would make him remember her, and therefore write about her. He doubt that many would figure it was her he was talking about. He would write about her the way he saw, tasted and felt her, and apart from the hunting blue eyes and shy smile, it wasn't the way the Stars Hollow townies would picture her.

He sat on the floor, flipping through the pages, remembering writing notes in the margins for her; to help her with school, to let her know how he felt. Sometimes he even compared her to the girls in the poems; her pale skin and huge still eyes. Now he remembered, she never gave it back. He closed the book in his hands, stood up and headed to the register.

The place was crowded. Apparently Greg had made a new deal, the shows would always get much bigger when he did. The screaming could be heard form their room in the backstage. Tom and Leo sat on the couch, drinking beer, while Jess played a new song he was trying to create. his one was taking longer, he spent hours with his guitar, trying to finally finish it; but so far, no such luck. It got him frustrates, agitated and nervous. The idea and the feeling were inside him, and they wouldn't leave him alone until he got them out. But even though he had been working on the song for more than a week, it still didn't sound good enough.

Writing songs came naturally, fluidly for him, but for the first time he was having problems. Someone knocked on the door and Jess turned around, put his guitar on the floor next to a chair to open the door. The small brunette girl looked at him, silently asking permission to come in, but instead he stepped out and closed the door behind him.

"I thought maybe we could talk. I don't mean to intrude in your life or anything..."

He interrupted her, "I thought you didn't want to talk to me. Actually, I thought you despised me."

"Don't get me wrong, I do," she said spontaneously. He arched his eyebrows and she paused, sighing. "Look, you're not my favorite person in the world, okay? But this is not about either of us."

"Rory," he stated.

Lane sighter again, "Look, I talked to her, I told her you were in Hartford and there are some thing she should know about and that you too should talk, but she is in denial. I tried to convince her to come to the show, but she refused. Maybe you could try to talk to her."

"Listen, she doesn't want to talk to me. And it's fine; I don't know what we would say to each other anyway. It's over; and it's been this was for a long time now. Just forget it."

"Like you've forgotten about those wild hunting blue eyes and shy smile? Tell me it isn't about her," she challenged.

"It's just a song. It doesn't mean anything."

"Come on!" she laughed. "Okay, say it again, but this time try to really mean it!" she mocked.

He stayed in silence.

"The way both of you were obsessed with reading you really wanted me to believe that those words mean nothing to you?" she asked a bit softer.

"Leave it alone, Lane. You've heard her, she is not interested."

"You don't know that."

In that moment Leo opened the door to call Jess, "Dude, we're gonna play a few songs to warm up. The show should start soon. C'mon."

Jess turned to enter the room again, but not before listening to Lane screaming, "This is not over!"

He just shrugged, "Whatever!"

Inside, he started playing his guitar, seeping his beer every now and then. No one noticed him catching glimpses of the book lying on the table, ready to be re-read.