There it was again. That odd, tapping sound. She was just imagining it, she was positive. Or maybe it really was a rapist or a stalker or a
criminal or, don't be ridiculous Rory. There are none of those in Stars Hollow. Taylor would have written them a bad tax return of the sort to get
them out of town quick. Ugh! It was aggravating her to say the least. Just get up and check the window out. She did, of course. To show herself
and her active imagination that there was no one there, she was just tired, both mentally and physically. As she threw the covers off of her, she
noticed how the moonlight lit up her crowded room with an eerie glow. Hah, it's almost like a movie, Rory thought to herself.
As she drew nearer to her window, she was getting almost...jumpy. It wasn't a bad jumpy, but it was jumpy nonetheless. It was almost like
something good was going to happen. She didn't even notice that she was standing in the middle of her room, freezing her butt off. She
practically ran to the window. She opened it slowly, gingerly. Looking left, no one, looking to the right, nope. She knew it was just her wild
imagination. She was so on edge today, it was only understandable.
As she was about to close the window and figure popped up in front of her. She let out a small scream, then quickly covered her mouth. It was
just him. Well, not just him but him.
"What are you doing here? You scared me half to death!" she exclaimed at him in loud whispers.
"I came by like you said. You never determined what time I should come." he answered coolly.
"Well I was hoping it was before I was in my pajamas, but I guess I should have been more specific. Nevertheless, you should have known I
meant before I was in bed. Why would you come so late? You could have called or said something at the diner. You are such a--"
And she was cut off with a kiss. It was so sudden, Rory's eyes were open for most of it, mostly due to shock. It seems that both were
unprepared for the consequences of that short kiss. There were surges of emotion and passion unleashed throughout both. They pulled away,
neither gasping for breath, but both fairly silent. Jess, condemning his actions for acting on a whim, and Rory, reamed from the abrupt
sweetness of it all, stood there staring at each other intently. Both seeming content just watching each other, trying to figure each other out.
"Well aren't you going to invite me in?" Jess whispered into the silent night.
"What?" she paused. "Oh sure. Come on in," she finished.
He climbed in slowly, making sure to conceal his gift behind him. Rory, on the other hand, didn't seem to notice for she was too busy looking for
her robe. She found it eventually, and when she did, she heard Lorelai dragging her feet along the hallway towards her room.
"Ohmigosh, that's my mom! Get behind the bed, hurry!" Rory whispered urgently.
Jess did as he was told and hurried behind the bed. He did as he was told, skillfully and quietly, that Rory knew he must have done this in his
past. Another thing I have to learn about him, she noted to herself. As Lorelai entered the room, she noted that things seemed fairly normal.
Window closed, nothing on the floor, just Rory in bed.
"Rory, honey. Are you ok? I thought I heard you screaming." Lorelai asked, while shaking her daughter slightly.
"Wh-what? Oh hi mom. It was a little nightmare, a world without 'Willy Wonka' and no coffee...I got a little startled." Rory answered.
"No coffee! How horrible! A little nightmare? Sounds pretty humungous to me! You're sure that it wasn't some sort of premonition of the world to
come?"
"Yeah mom. Just a nightmare, I promise."
"Phew, had me going there for a bit. Well get back to sleep, tomorrow's Saturday, at least you can sleep in. Night honey."
"Night, Mom."
And Rory returned to her covers. She heard further dragging of Lorelai's feet, a door creaking open then being shut. She waited a bit longer
until she was sure Lorelai was asleep, and finally checked on the mysterious male below her bed.
"Jess?" she asked attentively.
"Yup. I didn't know you were such a good liar. Well, well, now that's a story for the papers. Rory Gilmore a LIAR, in big bold letters."
"Oh shut up," she reproached. "So what are you doing here so late? You could have come tomorrow you know. Or called me."
"I'm a night owl. The day holds too many witnesses to have Rory Gilmore seen with the town hoodlum."
"Haha. You're not a hoodlum, just a troublemaker. A lot like James Dean in 'Rebel Without a Cause'; all aloof and out there, but really looking
for the love and attention."
"Well, well, aren't you little Miss Know-It-All."
"I guess I am," Rory smiled to herself in the dark. "Do you wanna come up? I mean it's cold down there and my bed's pretty big. We can just sit
and hang out and talk and...you know do whatever."
"Hmm...do whatever. I like the sound of that. It seems open for interpretation. Let's see, do whatever. That could mean roaming around town,
or it could mean discussing world issues, or it could mean me giving you my gift or it could mean a menagery of hidden innuendos. What was
your exact meaning of 'do whatever'? I don't want you getting angry at me for interpreting anything incorrectly."
"Wait. You got me a gift?" she said, in a surprised tone.
"Here," and he placed the gift carefully into her hands.
"You didn't have to. It's so unexpected. You really didn't have to."
"Just open it, ok?"
"Ok." She unwrapped the gift as delicately as possible and was stunned to silence at the beautiful object laying in her hands.
"I can't believe it. You got me, I mean you bought, I mean you..." she gave him a brief kiss on the cheek. Leaving both teenagers yearning for
more.
"It's nothing. I was just walking down this street one day and I saw it and I thought you might like it, so I got it. It's really no big deal. I hope you
like it." He said this rather bashfully.
"Like it. Never. I love it. Thank you so much."
"Now what exactly did you mean by 'do whatever'? It leaves all these hidden meanings."
"Oh really. Like what?"
"Like you and me making out on your bed, or it could mean us sleeping or it could mean us sitting and staring out your window or many other
things that shouldn't be said to your virgin ears."
He accented the last two words with a bit of sarcasm, and she felt as if a move was being played. Well, she thought, two could play this game.
Unexpectedly, she pulled him close; so close she could taste his breath and she moved her mouth closer to his.
Closer...
Closer...
Both were dying due to the lack of touch between their bodies. Ever so suddenly, Rory touched her lips to his, and licked his lips before pulling
her mouth close to his ear and breathing out, "I'll take choice number one, Pat."
It took all of his control and stamina to keep his voice even and calm. "I can't seem to remember what that was...Vanna. Care to remind me?"
He was teasing her and she knew it, unlike him she was prepared for the next move. She pulled away, slowly, as to make sure her lips lingered
on his lips for the shortest amount of time. "I believe that was the one where we just hang out and talk."
"Oh." Jess' face faltered for a second, before returning to its indifferent state. "Yeah, that was it." He could play this game just as well.
"So Jess, I have to ask. Where'd you learn to walk around so quietly, like a cat. Been roaming around other girls rooms?" Rory hoped she was
wrong. She knew he was more advanced in his sexuality than she was. She was just hoping she knew it and he knew it, and no one would
ever have to voice it.
"I used to sneak out of my...living arrangement a lot. I was just really unhappy there and I needed to get out. So I used to go to this high school
a few blocks down and run laps. It was just a good way to relieve stress. Whenever I came back it was near dawn, and my mom is one of those
really, really early birds, so I had to learn to sneak in really quietly so she wouldn't take my head for running off again."
He had never told anyone this much about himself in his life. She was so different. She was so intrigued with everything and she had this look,
not of awe but of wonder and curiousity, that just made him want to tell her everything about him and have her fall into his arms because she
understood what it was that made him him.
She felt special. She could tell that this was a lot out of Jess. Probably the most anyone had ever gotten out of him and she knew it. She didn't
know why she was so honored with this information.
"I want to know something so don't be evasive ok?"
"Ok."
"Why are you only nice to me?" She asked this carefully.
"Because I like you." That was the last thing she expected him to say. It was a relief and she felt he should be informed as well.
"I like you, too."
With that the floodgate was opened, both of their qualms were supressed. It was only natural for them to stare at each other, and without warning
their heads started moving slowly toward each other. Time seemed to slow as their lips were only centimeters apart. By now time had stopped
altogether. They were so close, yet too far apart to their likings. He moved his head forward, and she followed suit. The kiss was beyond
intense, beyond deep, beyond passionate, it was...sexual. The night ended in a less aboding manner and the nights to come would be unknown
to all but the two kindred spirits.
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criminal or, don't be ridiculous Rory. There are none of those in Stars Hollow. Taylor would have written them a bad tax return of the sort to get
them out of town quick. Ugh! It was aggravating her to say the least. Just get up and check the window out. She did, of course. To show herself
and her active imagination that there was no one there, she was just tired, both mentally and physically. As she threw the covers off of her, she
noticed how the moonlight lit up her crowded room with an eerie glow. Hah, it's almost like a movie, Rory thought to herself.
As she drew nearer to her window, she was getting almost...jumpy. It wasn't a bad jumpy, but it was jumpy nonetheless. It was almost like
something good was going to happen. She didn't even notice that she was standing in the middle of her room, freezing her butt off. She
practically ran to the window. She opened it slowly, gingerly. Looking left, no one, looking to the right, nope. She knew it was just her wild
imagination. She was so on edge today, it was only understandable.
As she was about to close the window and figure popped up in front of her. She let out a small scream, then quickly covered her mouth. It was
just him. Well, not just him but him.
"What are you doing here? You scared me half to death!" she exclaimed at him in loud whispers.
"I came by like you said. You never determined what time I should come." he answered coolly.
"Well I was hoping it was before I was in my pajamas, but I guess I should have been more specific. Nevertheless, you should have known I
meant before I was in bed. Why would you come so late? You could have called or said something at the diner. You are such a--"
And she was cut off with a kiss. It was so sudden, Rory's eyes were open for most of it, mostly due to shock. It seems that both were
unprepared for the consequences of that short kiss. There were surges of emotion and passion unleashed throughout both. They pulled away,
neither gasping for breath, but both fairly silent. Jess, condemning his actions for acting on a whim, and Rory, reamed from the abrupt
sweetness of it all, stood there staring at each other intently. Both seeming content just watching each other, trying to figure each other out.
"Well aren't you going to invite me in?" Jess whispered into the silent night.
"What?" she paused. "Oh sure. Come on in," she finished.
He climbed in slowly, making sure to conceal his gift behind him. Rory, on the other hand, didn't seem to notice for she was too busy looking for
her robe. She found it eventually, and when she did, she heard Lorelai dragging her feet along the hallway towards her room.
"Ohmigosh, that's my mom! Get behind the bed, hurry!" Rory whispered urgently.
Jess did as he was told and hurried behind the bed. He did as he was told, skillfully and quietly, that Rory knew he must have done this in his
past. Another thing I have to learn about him, she noted to herself. As Lorelai entered the room, she noted that things seemed fairly normal.
Window closed, nothing on the floor, just Rory in bed.
"Rory, honey. Are you ok? I thought I heard you screaming." Lorelai asked, while shaking her daughter slightly.
"Wh-what? Oh hi mom. It was a little nightmare, a world without 'Willy Wonka' and no coffee...I got a little startled." Rory answered.
"No coffee! How horrible! A little nightmare? Sounds pretty humungous to me! You're sure that it wasn't some sort of premonition of the world to
come?"
"Yeah mom. Just a nightmare, I promise."
"Phew, had me going there for a bit. Well get back to sleep, tomorrow's Saturday, at least you can sleep in. Night honey."
"Night, Mom."
And Rory returned to her covers. She heard further dragging of Lorelai's feet, a door creaking open then being shut. She waited a bit longer
until she was sure Lorelai was asleep, and finally checked on the mysterious male below her bed.
"Jess?" she asked attentively.
"Yup. I didn't know you were such a good liar. Well, well, now that's a story for the papers. Rory Gilmore a LIAR, in big bold letters."
"Oh shut up," she reproached. "So what are you doing here so late? You could have come tomorrow you know. Or called me."
"I'm a night owl. The day holds too many witnesses to have Rory Gilmore seen with the town hoodlum."
"Haha. You're not a hoodlum, just a troublemaker. A lot like James Dean in 'Rebel Without a Cause'; all aloof and out there, but really looking
for the love and attention."
"Well, well, aren't you little Miss Know-It-All."
"I guess I am," Rory smiled to herself in the dark. "Do you wanna come up? I mean it's cold down there and my bed's pretty big. We can just sit
and hang out and talk and...you know do whatever."
"Hmm...do whatever. I like the sound of that. It seems open for interpretation. Let's see, do whatever. That could mean roaming around town,
or it could mean discussing world issues, or it could mean me giving you my gift or it could mean a menagery of hidden innuendos. What was
your exact meaning of 'do whatever'? I don't want you getting angry at me for interpreting anything incorrectly."
"Wait. You got me a gift?" she said, in a surprised tone.
"Here," and he placed the gift carefully into her hands.
"You didn't have to. It's so unexpected. You really didn't have to."
"Just open it, ok?"
"Ok." She unwrapped the gift as delicately as possible and was stunned to silence at the beautiful object laying in her hands.
"I can't believe it. You got me, I mean you bought, I mean you..." she gave him a brief kiss on the cheek. Leaving both teenagers yearning for
more.
"It's nothing. I was just walking down this street one day and I saw it and I thought you might like it, so I got it. It's really no big deal. I hope you
like it." He said this rather bashfully.
"Like it. Never. I love it. Thank you so much."
"Now what exactly did you mean by 'do whatever'? It leaves all these hidden meanings."
"Oh really. Like what?"
"Like you and me making out on your bed, or it could mean us sleeping or it could mean us sitting and staring out your window or many other
things that shouldn't be said to your virgin ears."
He accented the last two words with a bit of sarcasm, and she felt as if a move was being played. Well, she thought, two could play this game.
Unexpectedly, she pulled him close; so close she could taste his breath and she moved her mouth closer to his.
Closer...
Closer...
Both were dying due to the lack of touch between their bodies. Ever so suddenly, Rory touched her lips to his, and licked his lips before pulling
her mouth close to his ear and breathing out, "I'll take choice number one, Pat."
It took all of his control and stamina to keep his voice even and calm. "I can't seem to remember what that was...Vanna. Care to remind me?"
He was teasing her and she knew it, unlike him she was prepared for the next move. She pulled away, slowly, as to make sure her lips lingered
on his lips for the shortest amount of time. "I believe that was the one where we just hang out and talk."
"Oh." Jess' face faltered for a second, before returning to its indifferent state. "Yeah, that was it." He could play this game just as well.
"So Jess, I have to ask. Where'd you learn to walk around so quietly, like a cat. Been roaming around other girls rooms?" Rory hoped she was
wrong. She knew he was more advanced in his sexuality than she was. She was just hoping she knew it and he knew it, and no one would
ever have to voice it.
"I used to sneak out of my...living arrangement a lot. I was just really unhappy there and I needed to get out. So I used to go to this high school
a few blocks down and run laps. It was just a good way to relieve stress. Whenever I came back it was near dawn, and my mom is one of those
really, really early birds, so I had to learn to sneak in really quietly so she wouldn't take my head for running off again."
He had never told anyone this much about himself in his life. She was so different. She was so intrigued with everything and she had this look,
not of awe but of wonder and curiousity, that just made him want to tell her everything about him and have her fall into his arms because she
understood what it was that made him him.
She felt special. She could tell that this was a lot out of Jess. Probably the most anyone had ever gotten out of him and she knew it. She didn't
know why she was so honored with this information.
"I want to know something so don't be evasive ok?"
"Ok."
"Why are you only nice to me?" She asked this carefully.
"Because I like you." That was the last thing she expected him to say. It was a relief and she felt he should be informed as well.
"I like you, too."
With that the floodgate was opened, both of their qualms were supressed. It was only natural for them to stare at each other, and without warning
their heads started moving slowly toward each other. Time seemed to slow as their lips were only centimeters apart. By now time had stopped
altogether. They were so close, yet too far apart to their likings. He moved his head forward, and she followed suit. The kiss was beyond
intense, beyond deep, beyond passionate, it was...sexual. The night ended in a less aboding manner and the nights to come would be unknown
to all but the two kindred spirits.
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