AN: Set when Rory takes a walk after the fight with her mother in A-Tiscket A-tascket
Spoilers: Season Two
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own anything song lyrics belong to Superchic(K) and Switchfoot
Bench Talking
She collapsed onto the bench bending at the waist, convulsing in tears. She hated fighting, especially with her mother. Jess was great, she had fun with him. They could talk and talk for hours without anything to really talk about. When she went out with Dean she always thought of a few things that they could talk about before hand so that they wouldn't fall into uncomfortable silence. The thing she realized with Jess was that the silence was never uncomfortable.
I'm not afraid to fall
It means that I climbed up high
To fall is not to fail
You fail when you don't try
She was sixteen years old, maybe it was time for a change. She'd been in love with Dean, once but things had lost spark. A kiss from him wasn't something that she waited for eagerly every afternoon and she didn't stake out his house or school. Maybe she was falling for Jess, she was sure she didn't love him the same anymore.
I'm not afraid to fall
I might just learn to fly
And I will spread these wings of mine
So maybe she was just using Dean as a barrier, a house she could lock herself inside of when she was afraid. She was afraid of falling in love, again. She swore at herself for ignoring her feelings again and was even more angry at herself for falling again. The leaned back against the back of the bench and closed her eyes for a moment and headed home.
After helping Luke close the diner he'd taken a walk and ended up on the bench, his second favourite place in Stars Hollow. He lay down on his back staring at the sky reminiscing about his afternoon, including Rory, books and pizza. His favourite things (in that order.) He'd been in _____ before. It was blank because he didn't know the difference between supreme like and love. So he broke it off and regretting leaving himself questioning. They were similer, she and Rory. But Rory isn't comparable to anything.
There's always something
In the way
There's always something
Getting through
But it's not me
It's you
He knew she had feelings for him. They were all but suttle and she ezpressed them through their conversations. That's why he enjoyed talking to her, because he knew they always left her thinking about him. Not to sound egotistical but he was good at reading people and he knew that she wasn't estatically happy when she was around Dean. He sat up and noticed a glinting object on the ground. He picked it up and realized that it was a set of keys. He dropped them on the bench next to him and sat back.
I hope to lose myself
For good
I hope to find it in the world
Not in me
It's you
She'd been halfway home when she'd noticed that her house keys were not longer in her pocket. She trecked slowly back to the bench staring at the ground. When she reached it she saw her keys sitting on the bench next to Jess. "Hey." He greeted tossing her the keys. She sat down next to him.
"Hey, what are you doing out so late?"
"Star gazing."
"Don't go geek on me."
"You caught me in the act."
"As long as you can't name any we're ok."
"Unless Uranus counts then I think we're ok." She laughed and wiped her eyes with her sleeve. "Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I just got in a fight with my mom."
"What about?"
"You."
"You're mom doesn't like me, I know, its an unspoken battle. She's really big on first impressions."
"That's about it."
"She thinks I'm dangerous."
"Pretty much."
"I wouldn't do anything, I wouldn't hurt you."
"I know, she doesn't understand." She stood up. "See you." She hurried away.