Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in the story. They are all property of Amy
Sherman-Palladino and the WB.
Distribution: I'm all for it, but please ask for my permission first.
Feedback: Please, read and review. I love the criticism, whether it is positive or negative.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: The season finale "I Can't Get Started" and anything prior to it.
Synopsis: Rory and Paris don't win the student council elections, thus meaning that Rory
spends her summer in Stars Hollow. And, as the weather warms, unexpected
passion arises...
A/N: I'm sorry this chapter took me so long, but I've been suffering from major writer's block.
Anyway, here it is folks... I hope you all like it. This chapter is a bit more heated than the past
four, so if you get offended VERY easily, you've been warned to stop here! (mind you, I don't
think it's that bad...)
Chapter 5 ~ Contemplation
Jess watched as Karaley went from rack to table, and back again. They had been shopping
for nearly two hours and he was beginning to feel restless.
"Are you almost done?" he asked impatiently as the petite girl looked for a shirt in her
size.
"Just give me a few more minutes, okay?" she said, squeezing his hand.
She giggled. Jess cringed. Although Karaley had been his girlfriend up to the day where
he had departed for Stars Hollow the first time, the distance that had separated them the past few
months had pushed away his feelings for her. Let the truth be known, the small storybook town
had made him realize how sardonic his life back in New York actually was; not that he'd admit
that to anyone. Obviously, Karaley still felt strongly about him as she had hardly let go of him
since her arrival that morning. But Jess had since moved on.
Karaley had called him earlier that week to tell him she would be coming to see him for
the day. Jess had wanted to tell her that he wasn't really interested, but he hadn't had the heart to
turn down the excited girl. Now, he was stuck watching her skip around like a child in a candy
store, trying on skirts, dresses, pants and shirts of all colours imaginable. And each new outfit
was tighter and more degrading than the one that had preceded it.
*I can't believe I used to like the way she dresses,* Jess thought to himself.
He sighed impatiently for what seemed like the millionth time that afternoon. Ever since
his sudden run-in with Rory a mere hour earlier, he'd been wanting to get home as soon as
possible. It was obvious that Rory had gotten the wrong idea, and he needed some alone time to
figure out exactly what he felt for her.
Rory had wrecked him. The kiss they had shared at Sookie's wedding had come along so
unexpectedly. She had looked beautiful; the teal dress she wore accented her piercing blue eyes
and her hair, flowing freely along her back and shoulders did nothing but highlight her lush
magnificence. He smiled at the memory.
"Whatcha smiling about?" asked Karaley in her high-pitched voice, shoving two more
shopping bags into Jess' already full hands.
"Oh, nothing," he replied nonchalantly, shifting uncomfortably under the awkward bulk of
the bags.
Karaley leaned over and pecked his cheek, running her perfectly manicured finger over its
slight stubble. Her arm snaked around his waist and she slid her delicate hand into the back
pocket of his jeans. Jess wiggled bothersomely at the gesture and jerked his body away in a swift
motion. Karaley looked shocked.
"What's the matter, baby?" she asked the handsome boy, her brow wrinkled.
In reply, Jess shrugged, avoiding her gaze. He absentmindedly rubbed the cheek Karaley
had just kissed against his shoulder.
"Come on," he told her. "Let's go."
Tightening his grip on the cluster of bags he held, Jess began to walk towards the mall's
front exit. Karaley's shoes clicked on the tiled floor as she hurried after him. Trying her luck
again, she slipped her hand into his back pocket. Feeling defeated, he did nothing to stop her.
Nearly an hour later, Jess found himself in the tiny apartment he shared with Luke above
the diner. Karaley was taking a bubble bath, since she had insisted that the mall had dirtied her.
Jess didn't care; it gave him some time to himself.
The drive home had been torturous. Karaley had wanted to do nothing but talk about all
the parties and raves she had been to, the people that her friends were sleeping with and the new
drug dealer that had made his way into her group. Finally, when he couldn't take it anymore, he
had turned one of his CDs on full blast, drowning out the sound of her increasingly irritating
voice.
He couldn't stop thinking about her. Rory. He wanted so badly to see her. To talk to
her. To touch her. To hold her. To kiss her. Knowing that she was upset with him was eating
him up inside to the point that he could no longer sit still. He wanted to see her. He needed to
see her.
*She has a boyfriend,* he silently reminded himself. *She loves him. I don't know why,
but she does. She would never leave her preppy, affectionate beau for a bad boy like me.*
He sighed and continued on with his reverie. *Her mother hates me. Her grandparents
hate me for getting her hurt in that stupid accident. Dean hates me; not that I care though.
It wouldn't work. But I want to be with her so badly.* Groaning in frustration, he rubbed
his eyes and steadied himself on the side of the couch.
Suddenly, a voice cut into his daydream.
"Jess, baby," someone said behind him.
Jess turned around and came face to face with Karaley, clad in only a fluffy blue towel.
She leaned on the door frame and smiled at him. Completely taken aback, Jess' knees buckled at
the sight of the pretty girl. Seeing this only made Karaley smile even more seductively.
"Did you miss me?" she whispered, and let the towel drop to the floor.
Karaley began to walk toward the couch where he had sat down. Admiring the beauty in
front of him, Jess did nothing but sit there, dumbstruck. She pushed him down on the couch and
straddled him. Knowing he couldn't do anything to ameliorate his current situation with Rory, he
did nothing to halt Karaley's advances. Rather, he capitulated to his inhibitions and pulled her
closer.
Sherman-Palladino and the WB.
Distribution: I'm all for it, but please ask for my permission first.
Feedback: Please, read and review. I love the criticism, whether it is positive or negative.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: The season finale "I Can't Get Started" and anything prior to it.
Synopsis: Rory and Paris don't win the student council elections, thus meaning that Rory
spends her summer in Stars Hollow. And, as the weather warms, unexpected
passion arises...
A/N: I'm sorry this chapter took me so long, but I've been suffering from major writer's block.
Anyway, here it is folks... I hope you all like it. This chapter is a bit more heated than the past
four, so if you get offended VERY easily, you've been warned to stop here! (mind you, I don't
think it's that bad...)
Chapter 5 ~ Contemplation
Jess watched as Karaley went from rack to table, and back again. They had been shopping
for nearly two hours and he was beginning to feel restless.
"Are you almost done?" he asked impatiently as the petite girl looked for a shirt in her
size.
"Just give me a few more minutes, okay?" she said, squeezing his hand.
She giggled. Jess cringed. Although Karaley had been his girlfriend up to the day where
he had departed for Stars Hollow the first time, the distance that had separated them the past few
months had pushed away his feelings for her. Let the truth be known, the small storybook town
had made him realize how sardonic his life back in New York actually was; not that he'd admit
that to anyone. Obviously, Karaley still felt strongly about him as she had hardly let go of him
since her arrival that morning. But Jess had since moved on.
Karaley had called him earlier that week to tell him she would be coming to see him for
the day. Jess had wanted to tell her that he wasn't really interested, but he hadn't had the heart to
turn down the excited girl. Now, he was stuck watching her skip around like a child in a candy
store, trying on skirts, dresses, pants and shirts of all colours imaginable. And each new outfit
was tighter and more degrading than the one that had preceded it.
*I can't believe I used to like the way she dresses,* Jess thought to himself.
He sighed impatiently for what seemed like the millionth time that afternoon. Ever since
his sudden run-in with Rory a mere hour earlier, he'd been wanting to get home as soon as
possible. It was obvious that Rory had gotten the wrong idea, and he needed some alone time to
figure out exactly what he felt for her.
Rory had wrecked him. The kiss they had shared at Sookie's wedding had come along so
unexpectedly. She had looked beautiful; the teal dress she wore accented her piercing blue eyes
and her hair, flowing freely along her back and shoulders did nothing but highlight her lush
magnificence. He smiled at the memory.
"Whatcha smiling about?" asked Karaley in her high-pitched voice, shoving two more
shopping bags into Jess' already full hands.
"Oh, nothing," he replied nonchalantly, shifting uncomfortably under the awkward bulk of
the bags.
Karaley leaned over and pecked his cheek, running her perfectly manicured finger over its
slight stubble. Her arm snaked around his waist and she slid her delicate hand into the back
pocket of his jeans. Jess wiggled bothersomely at the gesture and jerked his body away in a swift
motion. Karaley looked shocked.
"What's the matter, baby?" she asked the handsome boy, her brow wrinkled.
In reply, Jess shrugged, avoiding her gaze. He absentmindedly rubbed the cheek Karaley
had just kissed against his shoulder.
"Come on," he told her. "Let's go."
Tightening his grip on the cluster of bags he held, Jess began to walk towards the mall's
front exit. Karaley's shoes clicked on the tiled floor as she hurried after him. Trying her luck
again, she slipped her hand into his back pocket. Feeling defeated, he did nothing to stop her.
Nearly an hour later, Jess found himself in the tiny apartment he shared with Luke above
the diner. Karaley was taking a bubble bath, since she had insisted that the mall had dirtied her.
Jess didn't care; it gave him some time to himself.
The drive home had been torturous. Karaley had wanted to do nothing but talk about all
the parties and raves she had been to, the people that her friends were sleeping with and the new
drug dealer that had made his way into her group. Finally, when he couldn't take it anymore, he
had turned one of his CDs on full blast, drowning out the sound of her increasingly irritating
voice.
He couldn't stop thinking about her. Rory. He wanted so badly to see her. To talk to
her. To touch her. To hold her. To kiss her. Knowing that she was upset with him was eating
him up inside to the point that he could no longer sit still. He wanted to see her. He needed to
see her.
*She has a boyfriend,* he silently reminded himself. *She loves him. I don't know why,
but she does. She would never leave her preppy, affectionate beau for a bad boy like me.*
He sighed and continued on with his reverie. *Her mother hates me. Her grandparents
hate me for getting her hurt in that stupid accident. Dean hates me; not that I care though.
It wouldn't work. But I want to be with her so badly.* Groaning in frustration, he rubbed
his eyes and steadied himself on the side of the couch.
Suddenly, a voice cut into his daydream.
"Jess, baby," someone said behind him.
Jess turned around and came face to face with Karaley, clad in only a fluffy blue towel.
She leaned on the door frame and smiled at him. Completely taken aback, Jess' knees buckled at
the sight of the pretty girl. Seeing this only made Karaley smile even more seductively.
"Did you miss me?" she whispered, and let the towel drop to the floor.
Karaley began to walk toward the couch where he had sat down. Admiring the beauty in
front of him, Jess did nothing but sit there, dumbstruck. She pushed him down on the couch and
straddled him. Knowing he couldn't do anything to ameliorate his current situation with Rory, he
did nothing to halt Karaley's advances. Rather, he capitulated to his inhibitions and pulled her
closer.