Author's Note: "Teach Me Tonight" and anything after that never happened,
okay? I'm thinking this takes place during the summer, than I don't need to
put in Chilton and have people begging for Trory.
d-nise: Thanks for telling me! I'm just a little addicted to that word. I think it's pretty, haha. I'll do better, I swear! I went back and changed it, LOL, so all is well now. I think people that give me help are great, because I want to be better. Thanks again!
Nikki: I just signed up and I don't really know how everything works yet, but I figured out what you meant and fixed it! Thanks a lot! Your review was great, and considering you must have taken the time to sign in (unless I don't understand that part?) to review means a lot.
To everyone else who also reviewed, thank you all so much! I'm definitely going to keep going as long as I get these great reviews!
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The stars shone brightly in the sky that night. Somehow, this put him in an even fouler mood then he'd been in that day. He glanced angrily up at the shining mood, and frowned, as it seemed to smirk back at him.
He started running his normal path that weaved in and around the town time and again. It seemed that was the only way he could sleep at night. He had to get all his thoughts out as his feet pounded the pavement. It was like the rhythmic pulsation of his feet landing on the ground made a back round for the feelings that jumbled around in his head.
Today's thoughts were even more aggravating than normal.
He'd come to Stars Hollow against his will, and swore to himself that he would hate it. And Jess Mariano always kept his promises.
So he hated it, everything about it. It's sickeningly sweet inhabitants and it's even more nauseatingly annoying perkiness was enough to drive him crazy. He hated working at the diner with his uncle, although the guy really wasn't that bad. He hated Lorelai, who thought she knew what he was thinking and could help him. He hated it all.
But the one thing he should have hated, he couldn't. He couldn't hate Rory.
But he could hate Dean, and hate him he did. Jess saw the way that Dean treated Rory, and it very nearly made him lose the cool he'd tried so hard to keep. He wasn't good enough for Rory, Jess wasn't good enough for Rory, no one was good enough for Rory.
But that didn't stop him from craving her. She was the one thing that could keep him in this town, and that scared him. But he couldn't stay away.
So against his will, every night, his running path took him by the Gilmore house.
Rory's eyes traveled over her darkened room. Moonlight shone through the window, and her eyes were immediately drawn to it.
Slipping out of bed, she pulled a warm sweatshirt over her head and slipped into a pair of sneakers. Glancing nervously at her open door, she crept over and silently shut it.
The urge to get out had been plaguing her for weeks. Every night she woke up, her thoughts speeding along, and she could never get back to sleep. She yearned for space, she wanted to walk, and she needed to. But she'd resisted it, told herself there was no reason for her to need that freedom.
But tonight the desire was too strong, and she finally gave in.
Slipping out of her window, she propped it open so she could get back in.
She'd never done anything like this before, and she knew her mother would endorse the need to escape, but she didn't want to have to explain why she couldn't sleep.
Because the truth was, she couldn't explain.
The thought she was having, they couldn't be put into words. They were feelings, emotions. She was restless. She felt trapped, bored. She couldn't deal with the day-to-day monotony of Dean and school anymore. Dean was….she thought she loved him. She thought he was the one. But they had no chemistry, no passion. She'd recently gotten into reading classic romances, which had garnered her much teasing from her mother. What she had Dean had, was basically a friendship with kissing. She'd tried to take it farther, but it did nothing to sate her. She needed change, but she didn't know what kind.
She walked slowly out to the street, glancing around, deciding which way to go. She went right, allowing her feet to take her where they chose.
They chose the bridge. She sat down, pulling off her shoes and dangling her feet over the edge.
Jess slowed down a bit, out of breath. He walked a little bit, heading towards the bridge he usually went to cool down.
A shape loomed in his usual spot. Narrowing his eyes, he recognized the back of a head he'd observed in the diner countless times.
Opting against standing there and staring, as he'd always sought to do, he walked slowly towards her. As the boards creaked under his feet, her head snapped around, her eyes wide in surprise.
"Jess….." she said in shock. "What are you doing here?"
Shrugging, he sat down next to her, pulling his sweaty shirt away from his chest. "You come out at night a lot?"
"No, this is the first time. I just kind of needed to," she confessed, her voice soft and guilty.
"I understand that," he nodded.
"I suppose you do," she agreed, glancing at him and quickly away, her cheeks tingeing pink.
The silence between them held no tension as it did when Rory was speaking with Dean or Jess was speaking with anyone else.
"Sorry about today," he apologized, breaking the silence. Rory shrugged it off, remembering the stinging barbs that he and Dean had thrown at each other, how Dean had grabbed her and pulled her away.
"I'm sorry, we should probably stay out of the diner."
Jess snorted, "You don't need to stay out of the diner."
Rory shrugged, turning her head to look at him. "Thanks."
Their eyes caught for a minute. Rory's breath caught in her throat as Jess seemed to stare into her very soul as he leaned closer.
Shaking the clichéd thoughts out of her mind, she looked away, breaking the spell. "I have to go," She mumbled.
Jumping up, she ran off. Jess left the bridge too, and the both returned to their separate homes, neither one having sated their need for roaming. And their need for something else.
d-nise: Thanks for telling me! I'm just a little addicted to that word. I think it's pretty, haha. I'll do better, I swear! I went back and changed it, LOL, so all is well now. I think people that give me help are great, because I want to be better. Thanks again!
Nikki: I just signed up and I don't really know how everything works yet, but I figured out what you meant and fixed it! Thanks a lot! Your review was great, and considering you must have taken the time to sign in (unless I don't understand that part?) to review means a lot.
To everyone else who also reviewed, thank you all so much! I'm definitely going to keep going as long as I get these great reviews!
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The stars shone brightly in the sky that night. Somehow, this put him in an even fouler mood then he'd been in that day. He glanced angrily up at the shining mood, and frowned, as it seemed to smirk back at him.
He started running his normal path that weaved in and around the town time and again. It seemed that was the only way he could sleep at night. He had to get all his thoughts out as his feet pounded the pavement. It was like the rhythmic pulsation of his feet landing on the ground made a back round for the feelings that jumbled around in his head.
Today's thoughts were even more aggravating than normal.
He'd come to Stars Hollow against his will, and swore to himself that he would hate it. And Jess Mariano always kept his promises.
So he hated it, everything about it. It's sickeningly sweet inhabitants and it's even more nauseatingly annoying perkiness was enough to drive him crazy. He hated working at the diner with his uncle, although the guy really wasn't that bad. He hated Lorelai, who thought she knew what he was thinking and could help him. He hated it all.
But the one thing he should have hated, he couldn't. He couldn't hate Rory.
But he could hate Dean, and hate him he did. Jess saw the way that Dean treated Rory, and it very nearly made him lose the cool he'd tried so hard to keep. He wasn't good enough for Rory, Jess wasn't good enough for Rory, no one was good enough for Rory.
But that didn't stop him from craving her. She was the one thing that could keep him in this town, and that scared him. But he couldn't stay away.
So against his will, every night, his running path took him by the Gilmore house.
Rory's eyes traveled over her darkened room. Moonlight shone through the window, and her eyes were immediately drawn to it.
Slipping out of bed, she pulled a warm sweatshirt over her head and slipped into a pair of sneakers. Glancing nervously at her open door, she crept over and silently shut it.
The urge to get out had been plaguing her for weeks. Every night she woke up, her thoughts speeding along, and she could never get back to sleep. She yearned for space, she wanted to walk, and she needed to. But she'd resisted it, told herself there was no reason for her to need that freedom.
But tonight the desire was too strong, and she finally gave in.
Slipping out of her window, she propped it open so she could get back in.
She'd never done anything like this before, and she knew her mother would endorse the need to escape, but she didn't want to have to explain why she couldn't sleep.
Because the truth was, she couldn't explain.
The thought she was having, they couldn't be put into words. They were feelings, emotions. She was restless. She felt trapped, bored. She couldn't deal with the day-to-day monotony of Dean and school anymore. Dean was….she thought she loved him. She thought he was the one. But they had no chemistry, no passion. She'd recently gotten into reading classic romances, which had garnered her much teasing from her mother. What she had Dean had, was basically a friendship with kissing. She'd tried to take it farther, but it did nothing to sate her. She needed change, but she didn't know what kind.
She walked slowly out to the street, glancing around, deciding which way to go. She went right, allowing her feet to take her where they chose.
They chose the bridge. She sat down, pulling off her shoes and dangling her feet over the edge.
Jess slowed down a bit, out of breath. He walked a little bit, heading towards the bridge he usually went to cool down.
A shape loomed in his usual spot. Narrowing his eyes, he recognized the back of a head he'd observed in the diner countless times.
Opting against standing there and staring, as he'd always sought to do, he walked slowly towards her. As the boards creaked under his feet, her head snapped around, her eyes wide in surprise.
"Jess….." she said in shock. "What are you doing here?"
Shrugging, he sat down next to her, pulling his sweaty shirt away from his chest. "You come out at night a lot?"
"No, this is the first time. I just kind of needed to," she confessed, her voice soft and guilty.
"I understand that," he nodded.
"I suppose you do," she agreed, glancing at him and quickly away, her cheeks tingeing pink.
The silence between them held no tension as it did when Rory was speaking with Dean or Jess was speaking with anyone else.
"Sorry about today," he apologized, breaking the silence. Rory shrugged it off, remembering the stinging barbs that he and Dean had thrown at each other, how Dean had grabbed her and pulled her away.
"I'm sorry, we should probably stay out of the diner."
Jess snorted, "You don't need to stay out of the diner."
Rory shrugged, turning her head to look at him. "Thanks."
Their eyes caught for a minute. Rory's breath caught in her throat as Jess seemed to stare into her very soul as he leaned closer.
Shaking the clichéd thoughts out of her mind, she looked away, breaking the spell. "I have to go," She mumbled.
Jumping up, she ran off. Jess left the bridge too, and the both returned to their separate homes, neither one having sated their need for roaming. And their need for something else.