Cradling a lukewarm cup of coffee, Rory sat cross-legged on Jess's
twin bed and stared, mesmerized at Jess's rear as he searched through his
closet for some dry clothes for Rory to wear. Licking her parched lips,
Rory slowly brought the mug to her mouth, her eyes never leaving Jess's
bottom. As Jess straightened up, Rory's gaze quickly diverted to a large
Metallica poster plastered over his bed. Jess placed a rumpled dark blue
football jersey and a pair of faded oversized blue jeans in Rory's lap,
smirking sheepishly. "It's all I've got that faintly resembles female
clothing. Hey, at least the seams are all intact."
Setting the coffee cup down at the foot of his bed, careful not to leave a coffee ring, Rory modeled the huge pants. The waistline could have fit into her slim hips 4 times. But seeing no other way out, and also seeing that Jess was pointedly ignoring her, bracing himself for the string of complaints that would come flying out by sticking his head behind a thick novel, Rory sighed and kicked Jess in the shins.
"Ow! What was that for?" Jess griped, dropping the book to the rug-covered floor and hopping up and down on one foot while clutching at his other one. "Just be thankful that I didn't beat you in other places, places which you will probably need later on. You're a very small, small man," Rory saucily retorted, casting a cheeky glance at his fly.
"I am not small!" Jess retorted, stamping his foot, and then wincing, and then stamping his other, uninjured foot. His hands were stuck on his hips like a spoiled toddler, and his lower lip was pulled down into a two-year- old pout. "Of course," Rory soothed, patting his dark hair, "Of course. I'm sure you're perfectly fine." Rory's eyes fell on his partly open closet. A bright pink bra dangled out, its strap hooked onto the door handle. "What are you doing with a hot pink bra in your closet? I knew you were kind of odd, but this is just wrong," Rory teased, untangling the cherry coloured scrap of silk and swinging it in front of Jess's equally cherry coloured face. "It was my ex-girlfriend's. S-s-she was d-d-doing l-l-laundry at my p- p-place. R-r-really!" Jess stammered, snatching it out of Rory's small hands.
"Of course I believe you. That accounts for the neatly folded lavender satin underwear, the cute white tank top, the butterfly-print sequined sweatshirt, and the tiny flared blue jeans. And since you have no washer in this place to do your laundry, she just happened to take off her clothes, and then they flew over here with a cute little card saying to put them in the dishwasher." Rory amended, pulling out the rest of the clothes. Jess held up his hands in defeat, backing away from Rory. "Fine! Wear them! But please don't say anything to my Uncle Luke! Even though I really don't care about him, he'll kick me out of this town, and I'll have nowhere else to go but my Gram's, and I'll have to drink watered-down chicken soup and cups of tea everyday and wear a frilly bonnet and matching apron," Jess pleaded, going down to the ground and kissing the tips of her flowered toes.
"You know, I love seeing you so vulnerable. It's really revitalizing. Fine," she softened, clutching Jess's arm and bringing him to his feet. "I won't utter a word. But, you have to definitely pay me back. You owe me, big time," Rory tried her best to give an evil grin, but failing miserably. Jess smiled gratefully, and leaned forward for a kiss. "Uh-uh-uh!" Rory scolded wagging a finger in front of Jess's startled face. "You forgot, I'm pulling the strings here. And I say, no smoochies until I find out what the name Jess stands for, and what did you do to get landed in this town, anyway." Rory admonished, seating herself back on the groaning mattress.
At that exact moment, a petite, auburn-haired teenager barged through the glass-paned door. "Saved by the redheaded cheerleader crashing through the door!" Jess teased, grinning as the petite, auburn-haired teenager leaped into his outstretched arms. "Jayde!" He exclaimed, hugging her loosely. "Jayde Ironside. What in Harley Davidson's name are you doing in Stars Hollow?" He asked, holding her at arm's length. The green-eyed beauty giggled and shrugged, doing a little dance in front of the window. "I was kind of on a crazy, caffeine fiend one day, and I happened to jump up on the roof and do the hula in my heart-print boxers and bra. Was it my fault that I was singing at the top of my lungs and it was 1:30 in the morning? Anyways, good ol' Gramps threw me out, and I landed up here, in Stars Hollow. I'm living with my older sister about 1 block back. I recognized Luke, from all the pictures you showed me, and I asked him where you were. He said you were up here with some beautiful, Cinderella-type whom you were trying to hit on, so I raced up here the first chance I got. I might have tackled a very startled maid, I think her name was Cookie or Sookie or something. Anyways, hi!" Jayde babbled, bouncing up and down and flipping her hands in the air.
"Does this bra belong to you?" Rory interrupted, holding up the offending piece of clothing. Jayde took one look at the bra and one look at Rory, and quickly, fiercely, shook 'no'. "I never, ever, ever wear bright pink. It's horrendous on redheads. I only wear the cute flowered kind you find in the clearance rack. They're really comfy, and they don't pinch on the straps. You can get them at K-Mart." Jess quickly cut her off, his hands up in the air. "More than we need to know," he quickly countered, neck bright red. "Rory, this is Jayde, Jayde, this is Rory. Rory's a girl I met, who's a really good kisser, and Jayde's my best friend from New York. Say 'hi' everybody!" His voice notched up an octave in his embarrassment.
"Since this bra doesn't belong to you, you sound as coffee-oriented as me, and you sound about as nuts as me, I think we'll get along fine," Rory smiled, shaking the peppy redhead's hand. Greenish-gold eyes twinkling, Jayde agreed, "Yupseroo! I totally agree. And I think that we'll be seeing more of each other, the way that Jess is checking you out!" Jayde giggled, and did another little dance.
A/N: Do not despair, oh little ones! Thou shalt also be included in thine story! (Sorry, in a Shakespearean mode there) Thank you coffeechick87, and I hope you like this chappy. All you others, don't fret, I'm still adding new peeps, so hold onto your boxers. Keep those reviews coming! I'll try to update tomorrow, but I have a huge test. Oh, woe is me! Cheerio, peeps!
Setting the coffee cup down at the foot of his bed, careful not to leave a coffee ring, Rory modeled the huge pants. The waistline could have fit into her slim hips 4 times. But seeing no other way out, and also seeing that Jess was pointedly ignoring her, bracing himself for the string of complaints that would come flying out by sticking his head behind a thick novel, Rory sighed and kicked Jess in the shins.
"Ow! What was that for?" Jess griped, dropping the book to the rug-covered floor and hopping up and down on one foot while clutching at his other one. "Just be thankful that I didn't beat you in other places, places which you will probably need later on. You're a very small, small man," Rory saucily retorted, casting a cheeky glance at his fly.
"I am not small!" Jess retorted, stamping his foot, and then wincing, and then stamping his other, uninjured foot. His hands were stuck on his hips like a spoiled toddler, and his lower lip was pulled down into a two-year- old pout. "Of course," Rory soothed, patting his dark hair, "Of course. I'm sure you're perfectly fine." Rory's eyes fell on his partly open closet. A bright pink bra dangled out, its strap hooked onto the door handle. "What are you doing with a hot pink bra in your closet? I knew you were kind of odd, but this is just wrong," Rory teased, untangling the cherry coloured scrap of silk and swinging it in front of Jess's equally cherry coloured face. "It was my ex-girlfriend's. S-s-she was d-d-doing l-l-laundry at my p- p-place. R-r-really!" Jess stammered, snatching it out of Rory's small hands.
"Of course I believe you. That accounts for the neatly folded lavender satin underwear, the cute white tank top, the butterfly-print sequined sweatshirt, and the tiny flared blue jeans. And since you have no washer in this place to do your laundry, she just happened to take off her clothes, and then they flew over here with a cute little card saying to put them in the dishwasher." Rory amended, pulling out the rest of the clothes. Jess held up his hands in defeat, backing away from Rory. "Fine! Wear them! But please don't say anything to my Uncle Luke! Even though I really don't care about him, he'll kick me out of this town, and I'll have nowhere else to go but my Gram's, and I'll have to drink watered-down chicken soup and cups of tea everyday and wear a frilly bonnet and matching apron," Jess pleaded, going down to the ground and kissing the tips of her flowered toes.
"You know, I love seeing you so vulnerable. It's really revitalizing. Fine," she softened, clutching Jess's arm and bringing him to his feet. "I won't utter a word. But, you have to definitely pay me back. You owe me, big time," Rory tried her best to give an evil grin, but failing miserably. Jess smiled gratefully, and leaned forward for a kiss. "Uh-uh-uh!" Rory scolded wagging a finger in front of Jess's startled face. "You forgot, I'm pulling the strings here. And I say, no smoochies until I find out what the name Jess stands for, and what did you do to get landed in this town, anyway." Rory admonished, seating herself back on the groaning mattress.
At that exact moment, a petite, auburn-haired teenager barged through the glass-paned door. "Saved by the redheaded cheerleader crashing through the door!" Jess teased, grinning as the petite, auburn-haired teenager leaped into his outstretched arms. "Jayde!" He exclaimed, hugging her loosely. "Jayde Ironside. What in Harley Davidson's name are you doing in Stars Hollow?" He asked, holding her at arm's length. The green-eyed beauty giggled and shrugged, doing a little dance in front of the window. "I was kind of on a crazy, caffeine fiend one day, and I happened to jump up on the roof and do the hula in my heart-print boxers and bra. Was it my fault that I was singing at the top of my lungs and it was 1:30 in the morning? Anyways, good ol' Gramps threw me out, and I landed up here, in Stars Hollow. I'm living with my older sister about 1 block back. I recognized Luke, from all the pictures you showed me, and I asked him where you were. He said you were up here with some beautiful, Cinderella-type whom you were trying to hit on, so I raced up here the first chance I got. I might have tackled a very startled maid, I think her name was Cookie or Sookie or something. Anyways, hi!" Jayde babbled, bouncing up and down and flipping her hands in the air.
"Does this bra belong to you?" Rory interrupted, holding up the offending piece of clothing. Jayde took one look at the bra and one look at Rory, and quickly, fiercely, shook 'no'. "I never, ever, ever wear bright pink. It's horrendous on redheads. I only wear the cute flowered kind you find in the clearance rack. They're really comfy, and they don't pinch on the straps. You can get them at K-Mart." Jess quickly cut her off, his hands up in the air. "More than we need to know," he quickly countered, neck bright red. "Rory, this is Jayde, Jayde, this is Rory. Rory's a girl I met, who's a really good kisser, and Jayde's my best friend from New York. Say 'hi' everybody!" His voice notched up an octave in his embarrassment.
"Since this bra doesn't belong to you, you sound as coffee-oriented as me, and you sound about as nuts as me, I think we'll get along fine," Rory smiled, shaking the peppy redhead's hand. Greenish-gold eyes twinkling, Jayde agreed, "Yupseroo! I totally agree. And I think that we'll be seeing more of each other, the way that Jess is checking you out!" Jayde giggled, and did another little dance.
A/N: Do not despair, oh little ones! Thou shalt also be included in thine story! (Sorry, in a Shakespearean mode there) Thank you coffeechick87, and I hope you like this chappy. All you others, don't fret, I'm still adding new peeps, so hold onto your boxers. Keep those reviews coming! I'll try to update tomorrow, but I have a huge test. Oh, woe is me! Cheerio, peeps!