"Shit," Jess swore quietly, stubbing his toe on something in the
apartment. He hadn't wanted to wake his uncle, but he had to get out. With
only a few weeks of school left until summer vacation, he was going insane.
He snuck out of the diner, careful not to lock himself out. He wandered through the completely deserted town square, looking with disgust at the Unicorn trinket stores and cheesy white gazebo decked out in flowers for some occasion. He marveled at the empty streets, the deafening quietness.
*Man, * Jess thought to himself. *At 12:30 back home there would be tons of people outside. *
He continued down the street, not paying attention to where his feet took him. He hated everything about this small town. The "kooky" inhabitants, the "sweet" festivals, the oh-so-very dull nightlife. It was all so boring to him, it was so utterly tedious to live here.
Jess paused when he got to Rory Gilmore's house.
Jess had no idea why he was so infatuated with her. Back home he'd dated girls much more sexy, even been with a few of them. But there was just something about this girl. He could actually hold an interesting conversation with her without having to explain "big words". She was funny, and quirky, but not as heavily eccentric as the rest of the town. She was beautiful. Pure. Unlike anyone he'd ever met.
He stood there for who knows how long, just looking at her house. He figured she was still up; she always talked about how she and her mom watched movies till the early hours of the morning. Or she was studying. She was so into school. But he didn't go to her window or door, not wanting to have to deal with Lorelai. He knew she didn't like him, and he completely understood and didn't really care. She liked Dean.
*Dean, what an overprotective jerk. Can't Rory see he's wrong for her? * Jess asked himself, then argued, *Get over yourself, Mariano. And you think you're good enough for her? *
Jess walked off disgusted with his sappiness, his hands shoved deep into his coat pockets.
Bored with the lifeless town, he returned back to the diner, only to be confronted by a raging Luke.
"Where the hell have you been, Jess?" Luke yelled as his nephew came into the diner.
"Walking." Jess said with a bored look on his face.
"Walking? At 1 in the morning?" Luke asked him.
"Sure. It's basically the only thing to do here."
"Next time, STAY IN THE APARTMENT!" Luke exploded, stalking up the stairs. Jess stifled a chuckle at Luke's indignation and followed him. Reaching his room, he locked the door behind him and flipped on his music.
He lied down heavily on his book covered bed, closing his eyes and listening to the smooth sounds of a CD Rory had recommended to him.
He slowly drifted off into sleep, plotting ways to survive in Stars Hollow that summer.
An attractive guy dressed in all black tossed down a huge black army bag, and climbed out of his window after it. Sliding down the drainpipe, he landed softly. Standing up to his full height, he patted the pocket of his beat up leather jacket to make sure the wad of money he had was still in there. Smiling a satisfied smile, he ran his fingers through his blonde and black hair and let out a low laugh. After he tossed the packed duffel bag into the back of the beat-up maroon truck, he climbed into the front seat and drove off into the night.
"Stars Hollow, here I come."
He snuck out of the diner, careful not to lock himself out. He wandered through the completely deserted town square, looking with disgust at the Unicorn trinket stores and cheesy white gazebo decked out in flowers for some occasion. He marveled at the empty streets, the deafening quietness.
*Man, * Jess thought to himself. *At 12:30 back home there would be tons of people outside. *
He continued down the street, not paying attention to where his feet took him. He hated everything about this small town. The "kooky" inhabitants, the "sweet" festivals, the oh-so-very dull nightlife. It was all so boring to him, it was so utterly tedious to live here.
Jess paused when he got to Rory Gilmore's house.
Jess had no idea why he was so infatuated with her. Back home he'd dated girls much more sexy, even been with a few of them. But there was just something about this girl. He could actually hold an interesting conversation with her without having to explain "big words". She was funny, and quirky, but not as heavily eccentric as the rest of the town. She was beautiful. Pure. Unlike anyone he'd ever met.
He stood there for who knows how long, just looking at her house. He figured she was still up; she always talked about how she and her mom watched movies till the early hours of the morning. Or she was studying. She was so into school. But he didn't go to her window or door, not wanting to have to deal with Lorelai. He knew she didn't like him, and he completely understood and didn't really care. She liked Dean.
*Dean, what an overprotective jerk. Can't Rory see he's wrong for her? * Jess asked himself, then argued, *Get over yourself, Mariano. And you think you're good enough for her? *
Jess walked off disgusted with his sappiness, his hands shoved deep into his coat pockets.
Bored with the lifeless town, he returned back to the diner, only to be confronted by a raging Luke.
"Where the hell have you been, Jess?" Luke yelled as his nephew came into the diner.
"Walking." Jess said with a bored look on his face.
"Walking? At 1 in the morning?" Luke asked him.
"Sure. It's basically the only thing to do here."
"Next time, STAY IN THE APARTMENT!" Luke exploded, stalking up the stairs. Jess stifled a chuckle at Luke's indignation and followed him. Reaching his room, he locked the door behind him and flipped on his music.
He lied down heavily on his book covered bed, closing his eyes and listening to the smooth sounds of a CD Rory had recommended to him.
He slowly drifted off into sleep, plotting ways to survive in Stars Hollow that summer.
An attractive guy dressed in all black tossed down a huge black army bag, and climbed out of his window after it. Sliding down the drainpipe, he landed softly. Standing up to his full height, he patted the pocket of his beat up leather jacket to make sure the wad of money he had was still in there. Smiling a satisfied smile, he ran his fingers through his blonde and black hair and let out a low laugh. After he tossed the packed duffel bag into the back of the beat-up maroon truck, he climbed into the front seat and drove off into the night.
"Stars Hollow, here I come."