Here's another Rory and Jess tale for your enjoyment. This story is bit longer than the others and is in letter format. Jess and Rory are torn apart for the summer because Liz demands Luke send Jess to summer camp in order to make up for her lack in parenting. The two friends are able to keep in touch by writing to each other over the time Jess is gone. When you read these letters, keep in mind that Rory and Jess are eleven and twelve respectively and that they are extremely close. Jess is nicer and more open than on the show, mainly because he doesn't need to hide anything from Rory.
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July 1, 1998
Dear Rory,
You instructed me to write every day. Well, here I am. I'm writing. I don't understand why my mother picked this summer to send me to camp. At least you're lucky. You and your mom are probably having a load of fun without me. It's crazy. My mom weaves in and out of my life like a drunk driver. I can't believe Luke actually followed her direction and sent me here. Absolute torture, I'm telling you. Anyway, that's about all. I've been here for about six hours. My roomies are not the greatest guys in the world. This one named Jerry smells bad and Nick has a really bad bowl cut. The other one hasn't shown up yet, which is just as well because I stole the top bunk. You know how possessive I can be. I'll write you as soon as I can.
Jess
July 4, 1998
Dear Jess,
Somehow I expected you to complain about your situation and glorify mine. I really wanted to leave Stars Hollow this summer and see the world. Yet, you're complaining about actually getting to do something other than read and watch all the movies at blockbuster. Don't get me wrong, the reading part of my summer is always the best. I have so much time to myself. I was able to plow through Howl and Oliver Twist yet again since we've seen each other. Luke misses you, I think. Although, that could be because he doesn't have any help at the diner while you're not around. It really is crazy that he sent you away by your mother's request. Why is she all of a sudden trying to make up with you? Is she trying to resolve your biggest issue- how she wasn't around for most of your childhood?
While on the subject of Luke, my mom wants to go get some coffee. Unfortunately, I'm going to stop this letter here. I miss you Jess. When do you get back again? We really haven't had any time this summer because school let out late this year. I really hope we can get the chance to be together before seventh grade starts. Write back, got it?
Love, Rory
July 8, 1998
Dear Rory,
I got your letter in the mail yesterday but didn't have a chance to write back. This place is a real drag. I'm telling you now, if I get kicked out...don't be surprised. We've nicknamed Jerry, the one that smells bad, Pigpen. You know, like from Peanuts? Remember when we were kids and we would watch that on TV? I actually miss that. We're growing up and it's crazy. Then other guy showed up a day after everyone else. His name is Shawn, and it appears that he's nice to everyone. Well, that's enough to report for now. I'm just sick of being older than most of the camp-goers here. Twelve year olds don't belong at summer camp. They belong at Luke's, working. Also, with you. I miss you, Rory. You better be there when I get back.
Jess
July 12, 1998
Dear Jess,
Your letters are very short. Although, I suppose I can't complain. Mine aren't that much longer and you're actually writing back. I wouldn't say I'm shocked, but I will say that I'm pleasantly surprised. I'm glad things are going all right, but I wish you'd chill out and have some fun. I know I'm complaining about the briefness of your letters, but I've run out of things to say. Going to the bookstore will probably clear my mind. After I get your next letter, I'll write you a short novel.
Love, Rory
July 18, 1998
Dear Rory,
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How's that for length?
Jess
July 21, 1998
Dear Jess,
I need you to come home now. My dad, excuse me, father, is sleeping on the couch as I'm writing this. I don't what compelled him to come, but he's here. I need you to be about to console me. My mom is doing her best, but you know how she is with Chris. I just really need you to come home now. I don't even care that this is short and pathetic. I really miss you Jess.
Love, Rory
July 24, 1998
Dear Rory,
Is Chris still at your house? Do you even know why he's there? I can't believe he showed up while I'm away. I promise I'll make it up to you when I get home. The day is August 15, circle it on your calendar. For now, be strong. I know you can stand up to Chris. You'll be fine, and so will your mom. Tell her I said hi, by the way. I've written to Luke a couple of times, but tell him I said hi as well. I really miss you Rory, stay strong and I'll be home soon.
Jess
July 29, 1998
Dear Jess,
I can't wait until you're home. My father is still here for some reason. Unfortunately, he's here because of me. He's trying to force himself back into our lives. My mom is trying to be clear that she doesn't want him here, but he booked a room at the Independence Inn for two weeks. I hate depending on you, Jess, you know that. However, I feel I'm going to snap if you're not back soon. It's strange for my emotions to be so disproportional. Please come home. I need you. I don't care about sounding pathetic anymore.
Love, Rory
August 2, 1998
Dear Rory,
I promise I'm coming home soon. I even made you a couple of presents here. You're making me soft, Ror. The guys aren't going to like it very much when I return. But then again, they don't really matter. You, on the other hand, you matter. You're my everything an I'll protect you as soon as I'm able. I miss you something terrible, but I'm actually starting to enjoy myself here a bit. I'm going to amaze you right now. My letter is going to be extremely long, but only because I need to divert your attention away from your father.
The other day, Pigpen actually gave in and took a shower. I don't even want to guess how long he'd been without it, but some of the guys were hiding sticks of deodorant in his belongings. I heard him cry about it to Shawn. I was right, Shawn is the nicest of the few guys I've gotten to know here. He lives in Rhode Island. Maybe we'll write or talk or something after we leave. I doubt it though, you know how I am about keeping in touch. Except with you, of course. When it comes to Rory Gilmore, all bets are off. Since we're on the subject of you, I still miss you. Let's have a movie night when I get back. You can pick all the junk food, and maybe I'll even let you choose the movies.
Jess
August 8, 1998
Dear Jess,
We're getting Indian Food and renting Little Women and Willy Wonka. I need to stop telling you that I miss you. You better stop by the bridge when you get back. I'll be there reading, of course. I'm so happy that you're coming home this weekend, and also that you wrote me a really long letter. Obviously, it will be my last one since you won't get my letter until right before you leave. I hope you stay in touch with some of the guys from camp, even though you're not the type to actually make the effort to keep in touch.
I'm going to end my letter somewhere around here. It's getting late and I want to mail this before the post office closes. My mom says she misses her little hoodlum, although I'm sure Taylor would love it if you stayed at camp a little longer. Have a safe trip home.
Love, Rory
August 14, 1998
Dear Rory,
I'm on the bus home from camp. Although it's a bumpy ride, I wanted to write to you. I'm never going to send you this letter, merely because I can never have you read it. I haven't decided why I'm writing it. I guess it's probably because it's a little more mature that writing to a journal. I wanted to tell you how much I really missed you for the last portion of the summer. By that, I don't mean your company. Obviously, I missed your company. That's not what I'm talking about though. I missed the simple things, like the way you muss my hair when we're kidding around. I miss the way you smile when I play pranks on Taylor. I miss the way you giggle when I make fun of things, especially the townspeople. I miss the way you bat your eyelashes when you want something, or pout when you really want something. Your hair. I miss the way your hair gleams when the sun hits it, and the scent after you wash it. I miss the clear blue of your eyes and the way they twinkle with delight when we're together. Genuinely, I miss you. You'll never have any idea of these ways I miss you. You can never know. I don't want you to know how I think you're pretty or that your lips look nice when you put gloss on them. Almost like they're shiny enough to kiss. I can't have you know that I like you like you. That would just be unrealistic because I'm not good enough for you. It's just like you to say differently, but everyone knows it.
Lorelai Leigh Gilmore, you're my best friend. I wouldn't have it any other way. Well, maybe I'd have it one other way. You can't know, and neither can your mom. I'm going to keep my feelings under wraps and just in this letter. I don't want to hurt you. Right now, all I can be is your best friend. But that doesn't mean I can't see myself holding your hand.
Love, Jess
Jess read the letter over silently and tucked it between the pages of his book. There was no way Rory would ever get to read this letter. For some reason, he thought it was just as well.