A/N- I do these stories late at night, so if they're bad sometimes, I'm
sorry! Oh and there is like a problem with the grammar check on my
computer, the things like brand new and it does this!!! I think it hates
me. I fixed it once but, it didn't last! I'm trying to fix it still so it
should start to get better, I hope.
Sworn off women he walked down the street, it was so cold out and it was so dark, but he loved the dark. It gave him this feeling that no one could see his insecurities. 'I hate that bitch' he muttered to him self recalling what he had walked in on ten minutes ago. 'Useless slut' he damned himself for picking the trashy girls, Candie wasn't trashy at a first glance, but when you got to know her all that was on her mind was fucking. That was part of the reason they had been together, for sex but she got this thing how they were a couple, he hated it when he was treated like dirt, kicked to the side like a piece of dirt.
She had invited him over to celebrate New Years, about a week before. He walked over to her apartment, and let himself in, the door wasn't locked, that wasn't like her, she always locked her door. He walked towards her bedroom not finding her anywhere else. He pushed open the door, there she was riding some dick head, who she probably didn't know. He turned away and walked away form her, she ran after him wrapped in a sheet, grabbing his arm, 'He means nothing to me! You do,' she said, trying desperately to look into his eyes. He shook his head, 'If he meant nothing, he wouldn't be in your bed right now, would he?' he shook his head and laughed slightly walking away into the darkness.
Why did she have to cheat on him? It wasn't like he was a bad lover, he had given her an orgasm with an ice cube what more did she want, they had great sex, or so she said, maybe he wasn't a good lover, could she of faked? God why did women have to do this, are they retarded or what, it's a huge city but he could never find the perfect person, who actually knew how to read something besides 'Cosmopolitan' he just had to face it, he was never gonna find that person who light his heart on fire at the sight of them. True love was bull shit, it was only true in books, those wonderful books. He loved books, they where practically his life besides his job. At least he still had one woman in his life, Charlie, his dog. At least she won't fuck perfect strangers behind his back. He sighed and continued to walk, this was the thickest he had ever felt the air, so cold, dry, and dark unlike anything he had ever breathed in before. His anger subsided as he took in the extremely cold air, he loved the cold and the snow. It still hadn't snowed yet he had been waiting but it never happened. He stopped and stared up at the starry sky, he had never seen the sky so black, and he looked around him the street was dead, there where no cars, no sight of a single soul it was nice, he enjoyed loneliness, he loved living by himself it was calm and refreshing, but sometimes he wanted company that Charlie couldn't provide, he wanted someone to love him, not just want his body although that would be a plus, he just wanted someone to love. But for now he decided he was going to stay away from women they brought nothing but heart break.
He came to the ally, that was a short cut to his building. He walked by the small figure at first ignoring her and he just walked on. He turned the corner of the building and sighed, he could walk away from her, he didn't even see her face she had been lost in a book and giving no attention to the world she was placed in. He turned around and went back, he approached her slowly. "What are ya reading?" he asked quietly. She was in descent cloths what was she doing on the street?
She ignored him and continued to read. If she answered him she knew it would leave to questions, so she stayed quiet.
He kneeled down and took the book out of her face, his eyes explored her face. She had a somewhat bloody nose, her jaw was slightly swollen, and it was a purple blue color. Her bottom lip, spilt open but other wise she was surprisingly pretty, very pretty.
She looked away, and the tears came to her eyes as her reality came to her. She put her head in her hands, she gasped at the pain that came to her face. "Just go, leave me alone!" she said quickly turning away form him.
He touched her arm gently, something about her kept him there, she fantasized him unlike anything else he had ever witnessed. "Come on," he said quickly grabbed her bags and pulled her up with him, "You can stay with me,"
She looked at him and shook her head, "Just leave me," she said bitterly, He continued to walk away with her bags, she sighed and follow. "Why are you doing this? I've had a horrible day, do you have to make it worse?" she asked him quickly catching up to him. She whipped her eyes and felt them burn even more. Why do men always have to be in control? Why wasn't he listening to her, god she hated men.
He just kept walking, he came to his building and they started to climb the stairs of the old factory building, she looked around studying everything, it was a dark place yet really interesting. They had walked about four flights of stairs before they came to his door.
"This is my apartment," he said quickly. About five seconds later a little fawn dog came running in and jumping all over them. "And this is Charlie," He said picking up the dog. The dog wiggled and squirmed as it tried to lick his face.
It was then that it clicked, that was the dog from the park, and he was the dark boy. She stared at him, studying his every move. "You read at the park," she muttered and looked around the dark and cozy attic apartment.
He nodded and walked towards his bathroom. She followed him the bathroom, was very antique, everything was hunter green and white, it was pretty and classy unlike most bathrooms she had seen. There were dim high hats lighting the room, she looked into the mirror as he shuffled in the white cabinet on the hunter green wall, her face was black and blue, she exhaled she looked like Lorelai. Jess returned to her with a wash cloth, she sat down on the toilet lid and looked up at him. He smiled lightly, his eyes were huge and beautiful unlike anything she had ever seen before. So full of mystery and sorrows, so black and deep. He took the warm damp cloth to her face, she winced as he whipped along her lips and nose, she closed her eyes as the slight sting filled her face, he was very gentle, no one had ever taken care of her like that. "Thank you," she whispered and looked up at him.
He nodded and took her hand helping her up. She looked like she had been through the mill, so he was easy with her, he didn't want her to run, he knew she had no where to go, so he would help for a while.
She found him comforting, he was gentle and soft towards her. She looked around at the exposed roof, it was pine rafters created a rustic calmness. The small living room had shelves all over, covered in hard cover books, Hemingway, Poe, every great author she knew of was there. That wasn't the end he had piles of books everywhere, classics she loved, he possessed. There was a small table in the corner of the room, around the table there sat about five hundred cds, she looked threw them, he had all the greats form The Clash to Matchbox Twenty. There where two bedrooms and one bathroom to her knowledge. Every thing was dark, the small kitchen that was full of herbs and spices, everything was so nice she could have stayed there forever. She walked over to him, he sat on the small worn black leather sofa that sat in front of a small TV on the side of the end table sat tons of old movies, she looked over at him and his dog, he was reading and the dog just sat with him, "Well thanks for the help, um. It was really nice of you, but I have to go," she stumbled on her words.
He looked up at her, "Where are you gonna go?" he asked.
She sighed and shrugged.
"Then stay here, if you want to,"
She nodded, this was defiantly better then the street, "Are you sure? If it's to much trouble, you don't have to," he cut her off.
"No, no," he said quickly and got up. He walked over to where he had set her bags. He picked them up and walked towards one of the bedroom doors. "Here you can stay here, as long as you want to," he set her bags down and turned on the lamp by the bed, "My bedrooms over there it you need me," He pointed across the living room to the dark opening in a small hall way where the bathroom had been.
She nodded, as he started to leave, she remembered that they never exchanged names, "I'm Rory," she said quickly as he walked out the door.
He turned towards her, "I'm Jess," he said quickly closing the door behind him so she could have privacy.
She looked around the small room, it was warm, and cozy. She changed into her pajama bottoms and a t-shirt and crawled under the warm flannel covers. She took a breath, she didn't know this guy from atom yet and she was sleeping in his house. But she felt something else, her heart pounded at the thought of it, it couldn't be, they had just met. There was no such thing, love at first sight, bull shit if there was love at first sight, she would of found someone decent by now and she wouldn't be homeless. She was nineteen and this is what her life came to. She soon drifted to sleep, full of hate for the world she had been born into.
Jess was about to head to bed, so he went in to check on her. He went in the small room and saw her laying peacefully on the bed. She was like nothing he had ever seen before, she wasn't very pretty not like Candie or Traci, she was different, she had character small yet could hold her own, yet she was so attractive in her own way. He smiled lightly and pulled the comforter up on her more, she stirred slightly. Without even realizing what he was doing he was leaning over her to kiss her. He lightly kissed her on the forehead, and went to bed. He had just met her and already he hoped she would stay. He pulled his pants and his shirt off. He got into his bed with his boxers on, but tonight Charlie, didn't join him. Jess dismissed the thought and fell asleep.
The next morning Rory woke up to a little dog licking her face, she laughed and pet the dog softly, she had always wanted a dog, but Lorelai had always told her no. She loved animals as a young child, and still did, but she was never really around them. She smiled as the tiny dog wiggled happily in her arms. She picked her up and headed out of the bedroom. She saw him cooking in the kitchen, god was he handsome. She would've loved to wake up to him everyday. Why on earth was she having these thoughts about a perfect stranger?
He smiled when he saw her, she was even more attractive in the morning, her face had gone down a little, and her eyes were electrical blue. "Did you sleep good?" he muttered quickly, finally realizing he was staring at her he looked away.
She nodded and placed the dog down on the floor.
"She likes you," he said to her quickly, "The dog likes you,"
She smiled, "Her names Charlie?" she smiled at him.
He nodded, "Charles Dickens,"
"You like to read?" she said as she looked around the room that was now filled with light.
"I love to,"
"Me too," she wondered into the now bright living room, she looked down at a table filled with books were a picture of him and an attractive blonde sat. She picked up the picture, he looked somewhat happy but not really. "Is this your girlfriend?" she said quickly looking over at her.
He walked over to her, "Not any more," he said quickly. She handed him the picture. He walked across the room to a pair of French doors she hadn't noticed the night before. He opened them up and threw the picture off of the tiny balcony. She walked over to him as he closed the doors.
He smiled at her, and walked back to the kitchen. He handed her a plate, and took one as well, he set his down on a little table that had two chairs around it.
She sat across from him, and started to eat. Every few seconds they'd share a glance. Surprisingly he cooked really well, "Where did you learn to cook like this?"
He looked up at he, "My mom is a chef," he said quickly. "She cooks for a country club in Jersey,"
She nodded. She picked up her plated that had not a spec of food left on it, and placed it in the sink, he followed her doing the same.
"I have off today, do you want to do something?" he said as she turned around.
She smiled and nodded, "Sure, I kind of need to take a shower though," she said quickly.
"Yeah, use what ever you need," he said quickly.
"Thanks," she said quickly. He told her where everything is, and she was off. She went into his bathroom, she turned on the shower, and stared to undress, she looked down at her underwear, she could believe she worn thongs, she remembered Donna saying how comfortable they where, 'just try it you'll love them,' sure enough they where comfortable, she smiled at the thought of Donna she couldn't wait until she got back. Rory got into the shower, the warm water felt so good running down her body, and it was relaxing. She looked at his shampoos, all he had was Pantene so that's what she used.
Her hair was longer than it had ever been, it fell all the way down her back, it was layered in all different layers it gave it a choppy yet cute look. She got out of the shower, and grabbed a long green towel, wrapping is around herself. She cracked open the door and looked out, she quickly grabbed up all of her cloths and walked over to her new room. She put on new underwear, they always had to match her clothes, so her bra was black and so were her underwear. She slipped on a pair of jeans and a black button up shirt, she had gotten herself a few weeks ago and never got a chance to wear it. She looked into the mirror, she smiled softly. Why was she so happy, she had just met him and she wanted him more than anything else in the world. He was easy, and she didn't know why but she felt comfortable in his presence.
He got into the shower and cleaned up quickly. He grabbed his boxers putting them on before he crossed the hallway going into his room. He pulled on his blue jeans and a tight flannel shirt before pulling a t- shirt, labeled 'The Clash' over his head. He put some gel in his hair, as usual having no specific style his hair went everywhere.
She came out of her room and smiled at his presence out side of his bed room door. He looked good, his smirk was attractive, his black eyes just made him more appealing, so full yet they were full of mystery as well.
They walked out the door together. He took her to a book store slash Cd store about five blocks away, she rambled on the whole time and he just listened. It was around noon when he suggested they get sandwiches and eat in the park. So that's what they did.
They Indian style facing each other on a park bench. It was cold but neither realized it, each one lost in the others words. A silence rose between the two, when he decided to ask her. "You look like a small town girl why are ya here?" he asked quickly trying to find out more.
She looked up at him, then glanced down, "I'm from a small town, in Connecticut, my dad's a drunk and I took off," she said and glanced back up at him.
He smiled lightly, she had a harder life then what he had expected. "So why did he hit you?"
She knew what he was talking about, there was no need to hide it, she took a breath, "I found out he was a junkie, and I told him to get out. But, he came after me instead." She let out a nervous laugh. "Life sucks," she muttered.
He nodded, why would someone hit her, she was great. She knew books, movies, cds, she was smart why would someone do that? "He's an asshole," Jess said quickly looking up at her, he could get lost in her eyes, they where huge, and the bluest blue he had ever witnessed.
Rory just nodded. "So what about you, where's you're family?" she said changing the subject. She hated getting pity, she didn't need it, and every choice she made was hers she didn't need people to pity her choices.
"My moms, in Jersey she lives with her Fiancé Kane, he's a rich layer for the city, they met at the country club, They're getting married in the spring and I don't have a Dad, well I just don't know him," he said quickly.
"Oh, that's better than having a drunk as a Dad,"
"Yeah," he said quietly. He looked over at her, "Well better head back, Charlie probably needs to get out,"
With that they went back, a few hours later they were lost in a classic horror 'House on Haunted Hill' Rory laughed her way through most of it, Jess just watched her.
He was amazing, he made her feel amazing. She watched him out of the corner of her eye, he was so quiet. She moved closer to him, and that's all she remembered, of that night. Except, he picked her up so gently, and carried her to her room, placing her in her bed perfectly coved with blankets. The next morning she woke up to the dog again, but when she went out to the kitchen he wasn't there but, a plate full of food was. She ate and then went to take a shower. She got dressed and took the dog with her to the park. She read for a few hours then, she remembered where he worked. She got her book and walked off with the small dog by her side. She came up to the big factory building. He was a mechanic on large construction machinery. She picked up the dog and walked side the building. She came to an office door, at the end of the hall way. She knocked, and a young, medium built guy with blonde hair came to the door.
"Yeah," he said quickly, without looking at her. Then he studied her for a minute, "That's Jess's dog," he wrinkled his eye brows.
She nodded, "Is he here?" she said quickly.
He nodded, then he left the door open for her to come in. "I'll go get him,"
She waited and a few seconds later a greasy and grimy Jess popped in the door way. "Hi," she said softly.
He nodded, and grinned. The blonde just watched the two, he had never seen Jess smiled like that. And it was obvious she felt the same way he did, "Hi, I'm Tom," he said braking the quiet.
Jess looked at him, Rory did the same. "This is Rory, Rory this is Tom," Jess said introducing the two.
Rory nodded, Tom did the same. "Well I just stopped to say 'hi' and we did that so I'll see you later?" Rory said quickly moving toward the door. "Bye," She and the dog left.
Tom looked at Jess, surprised. "What happened with Candie? It looks like you've yourself a new candy." Tom had a tendency to always have his mind on one thing, sex. Always, ever since high school that's all that was on his mind.
Jess looked at him, "Candy is a cheap whore, and she's a friend that's all," he glanced down at the ground.
Tom knew Jess was lying, "So how was she?"
Jess looked up at him and shook his head, he turned around and headed back to work. Tom of coarse followed.
Tom had gone to College, he was about two years older than Jess. Tom opened up a construction machine repair shop, but he had no clue how to fix anything. That's where Jess came in Tom made him a partner. Their business was an immediate success. The two had been friends most of there lives, and were still extremely close.
"Jess, you did sleep with her right?" Tom looked at him.
"No, I do not sleep with every pretty girl come across." He started to work on a transmission to a loader.
Tom sat down on the chair next to Jess's "Where did you find her,"
Jess looked over at him, "Her boyfriend beat her up I found her in the ally and I took her in,"
Toms eyes got huge, "Your getting hooker ass! This is great!"
Jess shook his head, "She's not a hooker, and don't talk about her like that." There was a bit of anger in his voice.
Tom smiled, "You've got a thing for her!"
Jess couldn't say no, so he didn't say anything.
"I saw the way you looked at her," With this Tom got up, "I love being right," he rambled as he walked away.
Sworn off women he walked down the street, it was so cold out and it was so dark, but he loved the dark. It gave him this feeling that no one could see his insecurities. 'I hate that bitch' he muttered to him self recalling what he had walked in on ten minutes ago. 'Useless slut' he damned himself for picking the trashy girls, Candie wasn't trashy at a first glance, but when you got to know her all that was on her mind was fucking. That was part of the reason they had been together, for sex but she got this thing how they were a couple, he hated it when he was treated like dirt, kicked to the side like a piece of dirt.
She had invited him over to celebrate New Years, about a week before. He walked over to her apartment, and let himself in, the door wasn't locked, that wasn't like her, she always locked her door. He walked towards her bedroom not finding her anywhere else. He pushed open the door, there she was riding some dick head, who she probably didn't know. He turned away and walked away form her, she ran after him wrapped in a sheet, grabbing his arm, 'He means nothing to me! You do,' she said, trying desperately to look into his eyes. He shook his head, 'If he meant nothing, he wouldn't be in your bed right now, would he?' he shook his head and laughed slightly walking away into the darkness.
Why did she have to cheat on him? It wasn't like he was a bad lover, he had given her an orgasm with an ice cube what more did she want, they had great sex, or so she said, maybe he wasn't a good lover, could she of faked? God why did women have to do this, are they retarded or what, it's a huge city but he could never find the perfect person, who actually knew how to read something besides 'Cosmopolitan' he just had to face it, he was never gonna find that person who light his heart on fire at the sight of them. True love was bull shit, it was only true in books, those wonderful books. He loved books, they where practically his life besides his job. At least he still had one woman in his life, Charlie, his dog. At least she won't fuck perfect strangers behind his back. He sighed and continued to walk, this was the thickest he had ever felt the air, so cold, dry, and dark unlike anything he had ever breathed in before. His anger subsided as he took in the extremely cold air, he loved the cold and the snow. It still hadn't snowed yet he had been waiting but it never happened. He stopped and stared up at the starry sky, he had never seen the sky so black, and he looked around him the street was dead, there where no cars, no sight of a single soul it was nice, he enjoyed loneliness, he loved living by himself it was calm and refreshing, but sometimes he wanted company that Charlie couldn't provide, he wanted someone to love him, not just want his body although that would be a plus, he just wanted someone to love. But for now he decided he was going to stay away from women they brought nothing but heart break.
He came to the ally, that was a short cut to his building. He walked by the small figure at first ignoring her and he just walked on. He turned the corner of the building and sighed, he could walk away from her, he didn't even see her face she had been lost in a book and giving no attention to the world she was placed in. He turned around and went back, he approached her slowly. "What are ya reading?" he asked quietly. She was in descent cloths what was she doing on the street?
She ignored him and continued to read. If she answered him she knew it would leave to questions, so she stayed quiet.
He kneeled down and took the book out of her face, his eyes explored her face. She had a somewhat bloody nose, her jaw was slightly swollen, and it was a purple blue color. Her bottom lip, spilt open but other wise she was surprisingly pretty, very pretty.
She looked away, and the tears came to her eyes as her reality came to her. She put her head in her hands, she gasped at the pain that came to her face. "Just go, leave me alone!" she said quickly turning away form him.
He touched her arm gently, something about her kept him there, she fantasized him unlike anything else he had ever witnessed. "Come on," he said quickly grabbed her bags and pulled her up with him, "You can stay with me,"
She looked at him and shook her head, "Just leave me," she said bitterly, He continued to walk away with her bags, she sighed and follow. "Why are you doing this? I've had a horrible day, do you have to make it worse?" she asked him quickly catching up to him. She whipped her eyes and felt them burn even more. Why do men always have to be in control? Why wasn't he listening to her, god she hated men.
He just kept walking, he came to his building and they started to climb the stairs of the old factory building, she looked around studying everything, it was a dark place yet really interesting. They had walked about four flights of stairs before they came to his door.
"This is my apartment," he said quickly. About five seconds later a little fawn dog came running in and jumping all over them. "And this is Charlie," He said picking up the dog. The dog wiggled and squirmed as it tried to lick his face.
It was then that it clicked, that was the dog from the park, and he was the dark boy. She stared at him, studying his every move. "You read at the park," she muttered and looked around the dark and cozy attic apartment.
He nodded and walked towards his bathroom. She followed him the bathroom, was very antique, everything was hunter green and white, it was pretty and classy unlike most bathrooms she had seen. There were dim high hats lighting the room, she looked into the mirror as he shuffled in the white cabinet on the hunter green wall, her face was black and blue, she exhaled she looked like Lorelai. Jess returned to her with a wash cloth, she sat down on the toilet lid and looked up at him. He smiled lightly, his eyes were huge and beautiful unlike anything she had ever seen before. So full of mystery and sorrows, so black and deep. He took the warm damp cloth to her face, she winced as he whipped along her lips and nose, she closed her eyes as the slight sting filled her face, he was very gentle, no one had ever taken care of her like that. "Thank you," she whispered and looked up at him.
He nodded and took her hand helping her up. She looked like she had been through the mill, so he was easy with her, he didn't want her to run, he knew she had no where to go, so he would help for a while.
She found him comforting, he was gentle and soft towards her. She looked around at the exposed roof, it was pine rafters created a rustic calmness. The small living room had shelves all over, covered in hard cover books, Hemingway, Poe, every great author she knew of was there. That wasn't the end he had piles of books everywhere, classics she loved, he possessed. There was a small table in the corner of the room, around the table there sat about five hundred cds, she looked threw them, he had all the greats form The Clash to Matchbox Twenty. There where two bedrooms and one bathroom to her knowledge. Every thing was dark, the small kitchen that was full of herbs and spices, everything was so nice she could have stayed there forever. She walked over to him, he sat on the small worn black leather sofa that sat in front of a small TV on the side of the end table sat tons of old movies, she looked over at him and his dog, he was reading and the dog just sat with him, "Well thanks for the help, um. It was really nice of you, but I have to go," she stumbled on her words.
He looked up at her, "Where are you gonna go?" he asked.
She sighed and shrugged.
"Then stay here, if you want to,"
She nodded, this was defiantly better then the street, "Are you sure? If it's to much trouble, you don't have to," he cut her off.
"No, no," he said quickly and got up. He walked over to where he had set her bags. He picked them up and walked towards one of the bedroom doors. "Here you can stay here, as long as you want to," he set her bags down and turned on the lamp by the bed, "My bedrooms over there it you need me," He pointed across the living room to the dark opening in a small hall way where the bathroom had been.
She nodded, as he started to leave, she remembered that they never exchanged names, "I'm Rory," she said quickly as he walked out the door.
He turned towards her, "I'm Jess," he said quickly closing the door behind him so she could have privacy.
She looked around the small room, it was warm, and cozy. She changed into her pajama bottoms and a t-shirt and crawled under the warm flannel covers. She took a breath, she didn't know this guy from atom yet and she was sleeping in his house. But she felt something else, her heart pounded at the thought of it, it couldn't be, they had just met. There was no such thing, love at first sight, bull shit if there was love at first sight, she would of found someone decent by now and she wouldn't be homeless. She was nineteen and this is what her life came to. She soon drifted to sleep, full of hate for the world she had been born into.
Jess was about to head to bed, so he went in to check on her. He went in the small room and saw her laying peacefully on the bed. She was like nothing he had ever seen before, she wasn't very pretty not like Candie or Traci, she was different, she had character small yet could hold her own, yet she was so attractive in her own way. He smiled lightly and pulled the comforter up on her more, she stirred slightly. Without even realizing what he was doing he was leaning over her to kiss her. He lightly kissed her on the forehead, and went to bed. He had just met her and already he hoped she would stay. He pulled his pants and his shirt off. He got into his bed with his boxers on, but tonight Charlie, didn't join him. Jess dismissed the thought and fell asleep.
The next morning Rory woke up to a little dog licking her face, she laughed and pet the dog softly, she had always wanted a dog, but Lorelai had always told her no. She loved animals as a young child, and still did, but she was never really around them. She smiled as the tiny dog wiggled happily in her arms. She picked her up and headed out of the bedroom. She saw him cooking in the kitchen, god was he handsome. She would've loved to wake up to him everyday. Why on earth was she having these thoughts about a perfect stranger?
He smiled when he saw her, she was even more attractive in the morning, her face had gone down a little, and her eyes were electrical blue. "Did you sleep good?" he muttered quickly, finally realizing he was staring at her he looked away.
She nodded and placed the dog down on the floor.
"She likes you," he said to her quickly, "The dog likes you,"
She smiled, "Her names Charlie?" she smiled at him.
He nodded, "Charles Dickens,"
"You like to read?" she said as she looked around the room that was now filled with light.
"I love to,"
"Me too," she wondered into the now bright living room, she looked down at a table filled with books were a picture of him and an attractive blonde sat. She picked up the picture, he looked somewhat happy but not really. "Is this your girlfriend?" she said quickly looking over at her.
He walked over to her, "Not any more," he said quickly. She handed him the picture. He walked across the room to a pair of French doors she hadn't noticed the night before. He opened them up and threw the picture off of the tiny balcony. She walked over to him as he closed the doors.
He smiled at her, and walked back to the kitchen. He handed her a plate, and took one as well, he set his down on a little table that had two chairs around it.
She sat across from him, and started to eat. Every few seconds they'd share a glance. Surprisingly he cooked really well, "Where did you learn to cook like this?"
He looked up at he, "My mom is a chef," he said quickly. "She cooks for a country club in Jersey,"
She nodded. She picked up her plated that had not a spec of food left on it, and placed it in the sink, he followed her doing the same.
"I have off today, do you want to do something?" he said as she turned around.
She smiled and nodded, "Sure, I kind of need to take a shower though," she said quickly.
"Yeah, use what ever you need," he said quickly.
"Thanks," she said quickly. He told her where everything is, and she was off. She went into his bathroom, she turned on the shower, and stared to undress, she looked down at her underwear, she could believe she worn thongs, she remembered Donna saying how comfortable they where, 'just try it you'll love them,' sure enough they where comfortable, she smiled at the thought of Donna she couldn't wait until she got back. Rory got into the shower, the warm water felt so good running down her body, and it was relaxing. She looked at his shampoos, all he had was Pantene so that's what she used.
Her hair was longer than it had ever been, it fell all the way down her back, it was layered in all different layers it gave it a choppy yet cute look. She got out of the shower, and grabbed a long green towel, wrapping is around herself. She cracked open the door and looked out, she quickly grabbed up all of her cloths and walked over to her new room. She put on new underwear, they always had to match her clothes, so her bra was black and so were her underwear. She slipped on a pair of jeans and a black button up shirt, she had gotten herself a few weeks ago and never got a chance to wear it. She looked into the mirror, she smiled softly. Why was she so happy, she had just met him and she wanted him more than anything else in the world. He was easy, and she didn't know why but she felt comfortable in his presence.
He got into the shower and cleaned up quickly. He grabbed his boxers putting them on before he crossed the hallway going into his room. He pulled on his blue jeans and a tight flannel shirt before pulling a t- shirt, labeled 'The Clash' over his head. He put some gel in his hair, as usual having no specific style his hair went everywhere.
She came out of her room and smiled at his presence out side of his bed room door. He looked good, his smirk was attractive, his black eyes just made him more appealing, so full yet they were full of mystery as well.
They walked out the door together. He took her to a book store slash Cd store about five blocks away, she rambled on the whole time and he just listened. It was around noon when he suggested they get sandwiches and eat in the park. So that's what they did.
They Indian style facing each other on a park bench. It was cold but neither realized it, each one lost in the others words. A silence rose between the two, when he decided to ask her. "You look like a small town girl why are ya here?" he asked quickly trying to find out more.
She looked up at him, then glanced down, "I'm from a small town, in Connecticut, my dad's a drunk and I took off," she said and glanced back up at him.
He smiled lightly, she had a harder life then what he had expected. "So why did he hit you?"
She knew what he was talking about, there was no need to hide it, she took a breath, "I found out he was a junkie, and I told him to get out. But, he came after me instead." She let out a nervous laugh. "Life sucks," she muttered.
He nodded, why would someone hit her, she was great. She knew books, movies, cds, she was smart why would someone do that? "He's an asshole," Jess said quickly looking up at her, he could get lost in her eyes, they where huge, and the bluest blue he had ever witnessed.
Rory just nodded. "So what about you, where's you're family?" she said changing the subject. She hated getting pity, she didn't need it, and every choice she made was hers she didn't need people to pity her choices.
"My moms, in Jersey she lives with her Fiancé Kane, he's a rich layer for the city, they met at the country club, They're getting married in the spring and I don't have a Dad, well I just don't know him," he said quickly.
"Oh, that's better than having a drunk as a Dad,"
"Yeah," he said quietly. He looked over at her, "Well better head back, Charlie probably needs to get out,"
With that they went back, a few hours later they were lost in a classic horror 'House on Haunted Hill' Rory laughed her way through most of it, Jess just watched her.
He was amazing, he made her feel amazing. She watched him out of the corner of her eye, he was so quiet. She moved closer to him, and that's all she remembered, of that night. Except, he picked her up so gently, and carried her to her room, placing her in her bed perfectly coved with blankets. The next morning she woke up to the dog again, but when she went out to the kitchen he wasn't there but, a plate full of food was. She ate and then went to take a shower. She got dressed and took the dog with her to the park. She read for a few hours then, she remembered where he worked. She got her book and walked off with the small dog by her side. She came up to the big factory building. He was a mechanic on large construction machinery. She picked up the dog and walked side the building. She came to an office door, at the end of the hall way. She knocked, and a young, medium built guy with blonde hair came to the door.
"Yeah," he said quickly, without looking at her. Then he studied her for a minute, "That's Jess's dog," he wrinkled his eye brows.
She nodded, "Is he here?" she said quickly.
He nodded, then he left the door open for her to come in. "I'll go get him,"
She waited and a few seconds later a greasy and grimy Jess popped in the door way. "Hi," she said softly.
He nodded, and grinned. The blonde just watched the two, he had never seen Jess smiled like that. And it was obvious she felt the same way he did, "Hi, I'm Tom," he said braking the quiet.
Jess looked at him, Rory did the same. "This is Rory, Rory this is Tom," Jess said introducing the two.
Rory nodded, Tom did the same. "Well I just stopped to say 'hi' and we did that so I'll see you later?" Rory said quickly moving toward the door. "Bye," She and the dog left.
Tom looked at Jess, surprised. "What happened with Candie? It looks like you've yourself a new candy." Tom had a tendency to always have his mind on one thing, sex. Always, ever since high school that's all that was on his mind.
Jess looked at him, "Candy is a cheap whore, and she's a friend that's all," he glanced down at the ground.
Tom knew Jess was lying, "So how was she?"
Jess looked up at him and shook his head, he turned around and headed back to work. Tom of coarse followed.
Tom had gone to College, he was about two years older than Jess. Tom opened up a construction machine repair shop, but he had no clue how to fix anything. That's where Jess came in Tom made him a partner. Their business was an immediate success. The two had been friends most of there lives, and were still extremely close.
"Jess, you did sleep with her right?" Tom looked at him.
"No, I do not sleep with every pretty girl come across." He started to work on a transmission to a loader.
Tom sat down on the chair next to Jess's "Where did you find her,"
Jess looked over at him, "Her boyfriend beat her up I found her in the ally and I took her in,"
Toms eyes got huge, "Your getting hooker ass! This is great!"
Jess shook his head, "She's not a hooker, and don't talk about her like that." There was a bit of anger in his voice.
Tom smiled, "You've got a thing for her!"
Jess couldn't say no, so he didn't say anything.
"I saw the way you looked at her," With this Tom got up, "I love being right," he rambled as he walked away.