Title: What I Love

Disclaimer: Gilmore Girls is not mine

Pairing: Rory/Jess hinted

Author: Red n Black Roses

Author's Note: I know that Jess is probably OOC but I just had to write his. Short I know.

Rating: T

Jess sat in his desk for the first time in weeks. Listening to the teacher drone on and on about something he already knew.

"Okay class, it seems as though we have some time left. We'll do some Spontaneity Writing. Your topic will be… What I love. That's always a favourite. Off you go."

Jess rolled his eyes, what a stupid topic. What did he love? Nearby, he saw Dean scribbling on his paper and frowned. An idea hit him suddenly and he picked up his pen, he knew what he loved.

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Later that night, Mrs. Martinez was reading the Spontaneity Writing, Dean Forester's was currently in her hand.

I love basketball, shooting hoops is my favourite pastime.

After that it droned on and on about how he loved basketball and why, and how many awards he'd won because he loved it so much.

At the bottom was a small line,

I also love my girlfriend; Rory Gilmore. Her brown hair and blue eyes are perfect and she's always smiling.

She sighed and flipped through the pile again.

Popstars, sportstars, cars, even a hundred-dollar teddy bear were the things people loved today.

As she approached the end of then pile, a name caught her eye. Jess Mariano. There was a surprise. She picked it up and began to read.

What I love, what a cliché. I suppose what I love is why I'm here in school at this very moment.

I love the sparkling blue eyes that shimmer with excitement and happiness almost all the time; actually, it's an insult to call them blue because they are so much more than that.

I love the chocolate and cinnamon streaked hair that tumbles down past shoulders that are usually holding up a bag filled with tons of books that inspire and teach, a bag that is missing the works of Hemmingway.

The tinkling laughter and good-natured smiles flashed in my direction are a nice break from the death-glares and disapproving looks I usually get.

The face with no make-up and the clothes that are more than scraps of material is what I love and the brains to rival Einstein is an attention-getter too.

It's just too bad that the one thing I love, is the one thing I can't have.