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Chapter 5 – Rebellion
Dean stared out the window of the empty supermarket. He had just seen Jess pass a couple of minutes ago. He hated him. But in truth, it wasn't Jess he hated; it was the idea of losing Rory that he hated. Scared the shit out of him. He just loved her so much. He knew that he'd always been a little more into the relationship than Rory, but he'd always thought that Rory loved him. Or maybe that wasn't the problem; maybe she wasn't in love with him. He was losing her and he knew it. He could torture himself all he wanted. What good would it do? Flowers, sweet words or hell, even a car couldn't change the ways of the heart.
* * * * *
"Can I sit?" Jess asked.
"It's a free country."
Jess sat. He was too close. She could smell his scent of soap and cigarettes. (A/N: Personally, I do not like the smell of cigarettes, but that's probably what he smells like since we've seen him smoke, so we'll just imagine it smells good.) She could feel his presence. In ways she wanted him here, in ways she remembered how easy everything was before she knew of his existence. How it was when she was so sure of her love for Dean, when she knew he was the one for her. How it was when she could tell her mom everything, all her feelings, all her secrets. And she was mad at him. She hadn't realized all the anger until she'd seen his face. Did he know how much it hurt when he'd left without a word? How much it'd hurt when she left New York, not knowing if or when she'd see him again. Why should she trust him? Was he just going to leave again? All these unanswered questions.
"Why are you here?" Rory whispered softly.
"Excuse me?"
"Why are you here? Why'd you come back? You can't just waltz in and out of people's lives. It's not fair. You have to have some commitment in life. That's the way it works. It was a stupid, stupid thing to do."
Rory started to throw a punch at his shoulder, but Jess caught her arm. He leaned an inch closer to her, and then another inch, and one more until he was only about an inch away from her.
"What are you doing?" Rory whispered.
"Kissing You."
Rory felt her eyes involuntarily shut. He was way too close. His smell surrounded her like a bubble. His hands gently, but firmly on her shoulders. And as he leaned in that last inch she felt his lips on hers. The kiss was firm but innocent, it was undemanding, only asking her to be herself. As Rory started to kiss him back, he broke it off and smirked at her. (A/N: Sorry, I know that was cheesy, I apologize.)
Rory had never been filled with such a rush of warmth. Almost once, when she kissed Tristian. But, then it had just been a flash of sweet hotness. Rory had a feeling this warmth in her would be around for a while.
"Wh…Why did you do that?" she stammered.
"Well," Jess started "This guy, Thomas Carlyle said 'If you are ever in doubt as to whether or not to kiss a pretty girl, always give here the benefit of a doubt.' So, that's what I did."
Rory didn't know whether to be flattered or furious by his bullshit answer.
"You know, you can't just kiss me and think, well, now she'll swoon and agree to whatever I say. I'm not like that. Did you hear anything I said before you uh, well kissed me?"
"You're right. I know you're not like that, I don't want you to be like that, I was just…it's just…"
Rory was amazed. She'd never heard Jess stammer or sound unsure of himself.
"Oh, hell…I was just scared, so I left. I hurt you…I mean you, and well, sort of, Luke are the only ones I give a damn about in this town. And when you came to New York. Well, frankly you fucked things up. I kept seeing your face, hearing your voice. So, I came back."
"You came back just for me?" Rory asked skeptically.
"Mainly." Good job, Jess, he thought to himself, Just lay all you weaknesses out there. "But I guess…I guess it is kind of nice here. Quiet, you can think, different from New York…" Jess dropped the subject. "So, you going to tell Bag Boy?"
Panic rose to Rory's face. Dean, her boyfriend. The only one she was supposed to be kissing. How could she tell him? 'Oh, Dean, I kissed Jess, Want to see a movie?' That'd work. And then her mother would know, as if things aren't bad enough already.
"I'm not."
"Excuse me?" Jess questioned.
"I'm not telling him."
"Well, Well, Well, I have finally seen some feedback in the corruption of Rory Gilmore."
Rory turned away. She didn't know this side of herself. The side, which lied and kept things from the ones she loved. She wasn't sure she liked this side of herself.
Jess got up to leave, knowing Rory had some thinking to do. But he couldn't help turning around one last time.
"Rory, meet me at one?"
And he left. By the time she had turned around he was gone. Leaving her with one more decision to make.
Chapter 5 – Rebellion
Dean stared out the window of the empty supermarket. He had just seen Jess pass a couple of minutes ago. He hated him. But in truth, it wasn't Jess he hated; it was the idea of losing Rory that he hated. Scared the shit out of him. He just loved her so much. He knew that he'd always been a little more into the relationship than Rory, but he'd always thought that Rory loved him. Or maybe that wasn't the problem; maybe she wasn't in love with him. He was losing her and he knew it. He could torture himself all he wanted. What good would it do? Flowers, sweet words or hell, even a car couldn't change the ways of the heart.
* * * * *
"Can I sit?" Jess asked.
"It's a free country."
Jess sat. He was too close. She could smell his scent of soap and cigarettes. (A/N: Personally, I do not like the smell of cigarettes, but that's probably what he smells like since we've seen him smoke, so we'll just imagine it smells good.) She could feel his presence. In ways she wanted him here, in ways she remembered how easy everything was before she knew of his existence. How it was when she was so sure of her love for Dean, when she knew he was the one for her. How it was when she could tell her mom everything, all her feelings, all her secrets. And she was mad at him. She hadn't realized all the anger until she'd seen his face. Did he know how much it hurt when he'd left without a word? How much it'd hurt when she left New York, not knowing if or when she'd see him again. Why should she trust him? Was he just going to leave again? All these unanswered questions.
"Why are you here?" Rory whispered softly.
"Excuse me?"
"Why are you here? Why'd you come back? You can't just waltz in and out of people's lives. It's not fair. You have to have some commitment in life. That's the way it works. It was a stupid, stupid thing to do."
Rory started to throw a punch at his shoulder, but Jess caught her arm. He leaned an inch closer to her, and then another inch, and one more until he was only about an inch away from her.
"What are you doing?" Rory whispered.
"Kissing You."
Rory felt her eyes involuntarily shut. He was way too close. His smell surrounded her like a bubble. His hands gently, but firmly on her shoulders. And as he leaned in that last inch she felt his lips on hers. The kiss was firm but innocent, it was undemanding, only asking her to be herself. As Rory started to kiss him back, he broke it off and smirked at her. (A/N: Sorry, I know that was cheesy, I apologize.)
Rory had never been filled with such a rush of warmth. Almost once, when she kissed Tristian. But, then it had just been a flash of sweet hotness. Rory had a feeling this warmth in her would be around for a while.
"Wh…Why did you do that?" she stammered.
"Well," Jess started "This guy, Thomas Carlyle said 'If you are ever in doubt as to whether or not to kiss a pretty girl, always give here the benefit of a doubt.' So, that's what I did."
Rory didn't know whether to be flattered or furious by his bullshit answer.
"You know, you can't just kiss me and think, well, now she'll swoon and agree to whatever I say. I'm not like that. Did you hear anything I said before you uh, well kissed me?"
"You're right. I know you're not like that, I don't want you to be like that, I was just…it's just…"
Rory was amazed. She'd never heard Jess stammer or sound unsure of himself.
"Oh, hell…I was just scared, so I left. I hurt you…I mean you, and well, sort of, Luke are the only ones I give a damn about in this town. And when you came to New York. Well, frankly you fucked things up. I kept seeing your face, hearing your voice. So, I came back."
"You came back just for me?" Rory asked skeptically.
"Mainly." Good job, Jess, he thought to himself, Just lay all you weaknesses out there. "But I guess…I guess it is kind of nice here. Quiet, you can think, different from New York…" Jess dropped the subject. "So, you going to tell Bag Boy?"
Panic rose to Rory's face. Dean, her boyfriend. The only one she was supposed to be kissing. How could she tell him? 'Oh, Dean, I kissed Jess, Want to see a movie?' That'd work. And then her mother would know, as if things aren't bad enough already.
"I'm not."
"Excuse me?" Jess questioned.
"I'm not telling him."
"Well, Well, Well, I have finally seen some feedback in the corruption of Rory Gilmore."
Rory turned away. She didn't know this side of herself. The side, which lied and kept things from the ones she loved. She wasn't sure she liked this side of herself.
Jess got up to leave, knowing Rory had some thinking to do. But he couldn't help turning around one last time.
"Rory, meet me at one?"
And he left. By the time she had turned around he was gone. Leaving her with one more decision to make.