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This is a R/J fanfic, it takes place after lost and found. It's rated R more for the future, so now, there's only a little cursing. Um, basically Rory and Lorelai get in a fight over Rory's wavering feelings and because Rory doesn't want her mom to know of her feelings for Jess.
Chapter One- The Fight
Late Friday night Rory sat on the couch in the living room, a cup of coffee in the open space created by her crossed legs, a hand supporting it, the other holding up Oliver Twist- a book she's read it many times before, but had a recent urge to read it again. She knows exactly what made her pick up that certain book, but she refuses to believe that it was because it reminded her of Jess, a person she has been so adamantly trying to not think about. But, there she goes again, thinking about him, about Jess, about the way he acts as if he could care less about her, about the way he stares at her with a slight smirk and raised eyebrows, about his dark messy hair, and his eyes, so deceiving and so mysterious. Rory, annoyed, lets the book fall and rest on her knee. She lets her head tilt back against the couch as an exasperated sigh escapes her lips. She looks down, at her bracelet and taking the hand from the coffee rubs her finger over the leather string, a million thoughts racing through her head. Dean. Did she really, love him, or had it just became a phrase overused, expressing no meaning, recited like a robot. Things hadn't been going very well lately, they just weren't seeing eye to eye on things anymore. She couldn't remember the last time they did something that they both were equally excited about. This time it was her sacrifice to him to go see Lord of the Rings, that time it was his for her to go to the book shop. Her guilty thoughts again wandered over to Jess, and she begins to fidget uneasily. Were the feelings she got around him simply because he was just something she couldn't have because she was with Dean? Were they feelings where the fun of his mystery would expire as soon as she had caught him? Was he just a way to vent the troubles she was having with Dean? Or… was it something more? She raised the cup up to her lips and drained what was left of the now lukewarm coffee. Rory set the cup down, and stood, walking to her room, her feet pitter-pattering against the wood floor. Already in her pjs she brushed her teeth, glanced at the clock, 12:45, and got into bed, her mind still a junkyard of thoughts, all racing about. Rory stared up at the ceiling and closed her eyes, a small smile formed on her lips as she sheepishly thought about their talk when she had said that if he cared for her, he would try to get along with her mom. She had been embarrassed, but for some reason, the look in his eyes had made Rory's thoughts swirl as she couldn't tell exactly what he meant when he had asked her what made her think that he cared for her. The worst problem was that she didn't know what made her think he cared for her, and though she wished to deny it, she knew she had said that based on her feelings for Jess; she just couldn't help caring for him. Rory rolled over, determined to put Jess out of her mind, with little avail and stayed awake brooding and dreaming about him until crashing at 3:07 in the morning.
Saturday morning around 10:30 AM
Lorelai poked her head into her sleeping daughter's room, a coffee cup in each hand. Seeing her still asleep, she was about to turn away, but, being her inpatient self decided she was too hungry to meander around the house much longer. So, using her butt to push open the door, she went in, feeling a little excited and gitty and bent down really close to Rory who was laying on her side, her hair strune over the pillow, her mouth part open breathing softly, and Lorelai, drawing a big breath shouted,
"WAKE UP!" and then moved quickly to get out of the way. Just in time too, for Rory jolted, her eyes snapping open. She sat up, rubbing the ear Lorelai had screamed in and watched with a pouty scowl as Lorelai was giggling furiously, sloshing the coffee a bit. As she looked up, Rory's expression and wonderful hair style set her into an even worse bought of giggles as she set down the mugs on Rory's desk not to spill anymore. Lorelai felt a bit childish, but thoroughly pleased with herself as she plopped down on Rory's bed next to her.
"That was positively evil" Rory said sticking out her bottom lip, but then a moment later replacing it with a big yawn.
"Oh, wasn't it?" Lorelai smiled mischievously at her daughter. "But, it was for a just cause." She finished with a determined head nod to strengthen her point.
"And what cause would that be?" Rory pried, feeling tired but now amused.
"My Stomach." Lorelai stated jumping off the bed and grinning widely knowing she had Rory now.
"Ugggg!" groaned Rory and flopped back down covering her face with her sheet.
"There will be no groaning out of you missy, because groaning means no coffee!" Lorelai taunted, picking up the mugs and inching her way threateningly out of the door. With that, Rory sprang up,
"Ok, ok, groaning is forever ceased. Coffee. Now." She returned, narrowing her eyes menacingly and waving about her outstretched arms for the mug of coffee.
"Fine, but get dressed, there might not be any seats left at Luke's." Lorelai said, knowing that lie wouldn't work but still trying to make it sound feasible in her tone of voice.
" What?" said Rory, now standing but never letting go of the mug Lorelai had handed to her, amusement sounding in her voice as she had not been convinced of her mother's statement. "You know just as well as I do that all of Stars Hollow couldn't even fill Luke's dinner…Pets included!" She added to make her statement a bit more profound.
"Nooooo!" Lorelai retorted thoroughly enjoying herself. "Miss Patty would take up at least two seats, and no one would sit within a three seat radius of Taylor, and for sure Babette would insist that her garden gnomes counted as pets and then you know that Luke's would be filled for sure, positively overflowing in fact!" She ended smiling wittily and amused at the annoyed look on Rory's face.
"Just because you brought up the garden gnomes and because you are still sticking to your ridiculous argument, and, and, because you keep smiling like that, I am going to take as long as possible to get ready!" She shot back enjoying the look on her mothers face change rapidly.
"Not fair." She whispered under her breath with narrowed eyes.
"Humph" Rory let out victoriously while spinning around to inch towards her dresser.
"Fine" she said as she watched Rory scuffle an inch or so at a time to her cloths, "I'll just go and eat without you!" She said knowing she had Rory right where she wanted her, that smile plaster back on her confident face.
Rory turned, stared at her, then walked to her dresser, and began to pull out cloths and said over her shoulder, "And you think I'm not fair!"
"Hehehehe, I'll see yha outside in five."
"Five?! I need ten."
"Six."
"Eight."
"Seven"
"Seven and a half!"
"Fine, seven and a half." Lorelai said and then skirted out, shutting Rory's door behind her.
Rory sighed and smiled softly to herself as she began to pull out her outfit for the day. She dressed quickly, tried to make her hair obey, gave up and pulled into a loose bun, put on a bit of makeup and hurried out to meet her mom on the porch, grabbing her jacket as she went.
They walked in silence for a little while when Lorelai asked after witnessing a huge yawn from Rory:
"Hey, why so tired esta manana? You get to bed late?"
"Uh, si, I was reading and I guess I lost track of time." Rory answered stifling another yawn
"Oh, so what time did you get to sleep?" Lorelai prodded further
"A little after 3 I think." Said Rory looking down at her feet
"You were reading until 3 in the morning?" Lorelai asked with disbelief
"No, no, I stopped reading at like 12:30 or something." Rory responded, not wanting to answer the next questions that were sure to follow.
"Well, if that's when you went to bed, but you didn't fall asleep until 3, what were you doing in the mean time, counting sheep?"
"Something like that…" Rory trailed off trying to avoid the subject. "So what time did you get to bed?" she asked in an attempt to stop the interrogation
"No, you're changing the subject, no can do; but nice try."
"Gee thanks" said Rory sarcastically
"So, I still want to know what you were thinking about for three hours."
"Two and a half hours, and I don't know, just stuff." Rory shifted uneasily. Her mom was always good at getting info out of her, but this time she really didn't want her to pry; she knew she hated Jess, and how would she react to her saying she had been up all night thinking about him?
"Stuff? What kind of stuff, huh?" Lorelai said grinning and poking Rory in the ribs.
"Nothing mom, ok, just drop it." Rory said annoyed, but a little harsher than she meant to. This proved to be a mistake as it had the opposite effect she had hoped for.
"Ooooh, touchy, must be really important, or really secret. Ohhh, come on, you can tell me, I'm not Barbra Walters."
"True, but I'm still not going to tell you. Besides, if I did I'd have to kill you and I don't think you'd like that option either." Rory said, trying to intersperse a little comedy, but attempting to end the conversation at the same time.
"Fine, whatever, I don't even care what sappy things you think about anyway." Lorelai said a little hurt her daughter had refused to confide in her. She figured it to be something Rory knew she wouldn't approve of. 'Oh well,' she thought, 'I'll probably figure it out later.'
"Good, you shouldn't" Rory flung back a little offended too. She really wanted to tell Lorelai, but this time, she just wouldn't understand.
Just as their conversation had tapered to an end, they arrived at Luke's and sat down, neither one looking at each other. Luke walked over, coffee pot in hand and was eagerly preparing for his and Lorelai's usual coffee fight, but it didn't come. Confused and a bit disappointed he said
"You two ok?"
"Oh, yha, were fine. Can I just get some coffee and pancakes… blueberry." Lorelai added, trying to divert the conversation from her and Rory.
"Yha sure. Um, how 'bout you Rory?" Luke asked as he poured their coffee.
"Um, I'll have pancakes too, but I want mine regular." She said this attempting to prove her and her mom were not too much alike.
Luke nodded, and then proceeded into the kitchen. Rory glanced around hopefully, but didn't spot Jess. He was probably back in the storage room she thought to herself. Sighing and looking at her mom, she decided to try and ease the silence by trying to explain herself.
"Look mom, I'm sorry, I've just had a lot of stuff on my mind and somehow I don't really think you'll understand. That's all."
"Oh really?" Lorelai raised her eyebrow, her tone a little harsh. "Try me." She said in a taunting tone.
Rory sighed, maybe she'd open up a little, it would at least get her mom back on good terms with her.
"Well," she hesitated, not to sure where to begin, "well, it's just that things have been a little weird between me and Dean." she said, trying to chose her words carefully.
"Weird like how? Weird like National Inquire weird, or like uncomfortable silence weird." Lorelai prompted, trying to help.
"Like uncomfortable silence weird." Rory answered quietly.
"Oh. That's not good is it?" Lorelai responded beginning to catch on to her daughters tangled inner-workings
"No, I don't think it is. We just haven't been getting along really well lately; I mean we always seem to argue now, even over the most trivial things. It's just that our relationship has become so repetitive lately, we get together, we kiss, then argue, then kiss again, and that's a Dean date in a nutshell." Rory said, and flopped her head down on her arms, slouching down on the table.
"Oh, that really doesn't sound good." Lorelai commented. Deciding to through it out, just to see Rory's reaction, Lorelai said, "This, this doesn't have anything to do with…uh…Jess, does it?"
"What?" Rory's head shot up again. "No, where did you get that idea?" Rory said, a little panicked but also a little agitated she could be so easily figured out.
"Wohh, calm down, I was just asking. So, I take that's a no?" She asked still unconvinced
"Oh course that's a no!" Rory shot back.
"Humm, Ok." Lorelai answered in a condescending way.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Rory said now angry.
"What?" Lorelai said pretending to not understand what she had done.
"That little hummm thing, like you don't believe me!" Rory responded now quite upset.
"Well, there just seems to be a few holes in your story Rory. You've been blowing off Dean a lot lately and on top of that, you and Jess have been thrown together a lot lately and I'm starting to think its not just coincidence."
"Oh really! You're so unbelievable." Rory fumed
"On the contrary, you're the one I'm having a hard time believing." Lorelai shot right back at her.
"You know what; I really don't need this from you." She said scooting back her chair. "And you really wonder why I don't tell you everything?" Rory asked, "Well guess what, you don't always need to know or have control of my life! I can make my own decisions about who I do things with or what I do!" Rory scoffed and stood to go just as Luke brought them their food.
Rory stood still, and they all just stared at one another, a little uneasy.
"Uh, ok, I, uh…" He started but seeing the looks on their faces stopped and just put down the plates, then hurried back to the kitchen sensing he was unwelcome.
Rory looked down at her food, now with out an appetite. She grabbed her jacket and turned to go.
"Where do you think you're going?" Lorelai said angrily
"To Lane's" Rory responded without even looking back. She slammed the door behind her a little harder than she meant to. The other customers stopped taking and turned, as Lorelai groaned under her breath, watching Rory's retreating back through the window with mixed feelings.
"Fuck" she cursed under her breath and began to pick at her pancakes, not really very hungry anymore.
-- First chapter, sorry no R/J interaction, but its coming! Please R &R and tell me what you thought. Thanks- Breanna
This is a R/J fanfic, it takes place after lost and found. It's rated R more for the future, so now, there's only a little cursing. Um, basically Rory and Lorelai get in a fight over Rory's wavering feelings and because Rory doesn't want her mom to know of her feelings for Jess.
Chapter One- The Fight
Late Friday night Rory sat on the couch in the living room, a cup of coffee in the open space created by her crossed legs, a hand supporting it, the other holding up Oliver Twist- a book she's read it many times before, but had a recent urge to read it again. She knows exactly what made her pick up that certain book, but she refuses to believe that it was because it reminded her of Jess, a person she has been so adamantly trying to not think about. But, there she goes again, thinking about him, about Jess, about the way he acts as if he could care less about her, about the way he stares at her with a slight smirk and raised eyebrows, about his dark messy hair, and his eyes, so deceiving and so mysterious. Rory, annoyed, lets the book fall and rest on her knee. She lets her head tilt back against the couch as an exasperated sigh escapes her lips. She looks down, at her bracelet and taking the hand from the coffee rubs her finger over the leather string, a million thoughts racing through her head. Dean. Did she really, love him, or had it just became a phrase overused, expressing no meaning, recited like a robot. Things hadn't been going very well lately, they just weren't seeing eye to eye on things anymore. She couldn't remember the last time they did something that they both were equally excited about. This time it was her sacrifice to him to go see Lord of the Rings, that time it was his for her to go to the book shop. Her guilty thoughts again wandered over to Jess, and she begins to fidget uneasily. Were the feelings she got around him simply because he was just something she couldn't have because she was with Dean? Were they feelings where the fun of his mystery would expire as soon as she had caught him? Was he just a way to vent the troubles she was having with Dean? Or… was it something more? She raised the cup up to her lips and drained what was left of the now lukewarm coffee. Rory set the cup down, and stood, walking to her room, her feet pitter-pattering against the wood floor. Already in her pjs she brushed her teeth, glanced at the clock, 12:45, and got into bed, her mind still a junkyard of thoughts, all racing about. Rory stared up at the ceiling and closed her eyes, a small smile formed on her lips as she sheepishly thought about their talk when she had said that if he cared for her, he would try to get along with her mom. She had been embarrassed, but for some reason, the look in his eyes had made Rory's thoughts swirl as she couldn't tell exactly what he meant when he had asked her what made her think that he cared for her. The worst problem was that she didn't know what made her think he cared for her, and though she wished to deny it, she knew she had said that based on her feelings for Jess; she just couldn't help caring for him. Rory rolled over, determined to put Jess out of her mind, with little avail and stayed awake brooding and dreaming about him until crashing at 3:07 in the morning.
Saturday morning around 10:30 AM
Lorelai poked her head into her sleeping daughter's room, a coffee cup in each hand. Seeing her still asleep, she was about to turn away, but, being her inpatient self decided she was too hungry to meander around the house much longer. So, using her butt to push open the door, she went in, feeling a little excited and gitty and bent down really close to Rory who was laying on her side, her hair strune over the pillow, her mouth part open breathing softly, and Lorelai, drawing a big breath shouted,
"WAKE UP!" and then moved quickly to get out of the way. Just in time too, for Rory jolted, her eyes snapping open. She sat up, rubbing the ear Lorelai had screamed in and watched with a pouty scowl as Lorelai was giggling furiously, sloshing the coffee a bit. As she looked up, Rory's expression and wonderful hair style set her into an even worse bought of giggles as she set down the mugs on Rory's desk not to spill anymore. Lorelai felt a bit childish, but thoroughly pleased with herself as she plopped down on Rory's bed next to her.
"That was positively evil" Rory said sticking out her bottom lip, but then a moment later replacing it with a big yawn.
"Oh, wasn't it?" Lorelai smiled mischievously at her daughter. "But, it was for a just cause." She finished with a determined head nod to strengthen her point.
"And what cause would that be?" Rory pried, feeling tired but now amused.
"My Stomach." Lorelai stated jumping off the bed and grinning widely knowing she had Rory now.
"Ugggg!" groaned Rory and flopped back down covering her face with her sheet.
"There will be no groaning out of you missy, because groaning means no coffee!" Lorelai taunted, picking up the mugs and inching her way threateningly out of the door. With that, Rory sprang up,
"Ok, ok, groaning is forever ceased. Coffee. Now." She returned, narrowing her eyes menacingly and waving about her outstretched arms for the mug of coffee.
"Fine, but get dressed, there might not be any seats left at Luke's." Lorelai said, knowing that lie wouldn't work but still trying to make it sound feasible in her tone of voice.
" What?" said Rory, now standing but never letting go of the mug Lorelai had handed to her, amusement sounding in her voice as she had not been convinced of her mother's statement. "You know just as well as I do that all of Stars Hollow couldn't even fill Luke's dinner…Pets included!" She added to make her statement a bit more profound.
"Nooooo!" Lorelai retorted thoroughly enjoying herself. "Miss Patty would take up at least two seats, and no one would sit within a three seat radius of Taylor, and for sure Babette would insist that her garden gnomes counted as pets and then you know that Luke's would be filled for sure, positively overflowing in fact!" She ended smiling wittily and amused at the annoyed look on Rory's face.
"Just because you brought up the garden gnomes and because you are still sticking to your ridiculous argument, and, and, because you keep smiling like that, I am going to take as long as possible to get ready!" She shot back enjoying the look on her mothers face change rapidly.
"Not fair." She whispered under her breath with narrowed eyes.
"Humph" Rory let out victoriously while spinning around to inch towards her dresser.
"Fine" she said as she watched Rory scuffle an inch or so at a time to her cloths, "I'll just go and eat without you!" She said knowing she had Rory right where she wanted her, that smile plaster back on her confident face.
Rory turned, stared at her, then walked to her dresser, and began to pull out cloths and said over her shoulder, "And you think I'm not fair!"
"Hehehehe, I'll see yha outside in five."
"Five?! I need ten."
"Six."
"Eight."
"Seven"
"Seven and a half!"
"Fine, seven and a half." Lorelai said and then skirted out, shutting Rory's door behind her.
Rory sighed and smiled softly to herself as she began to pull out her outfit for the day. She dressed quickly, tried to make her hair obey, gave up and pulled into a loose bun, put on a bit of makeup and hurried out to meet her mom on the porch, grabbing her jacket as she went.
They walked in silence for a little while when Lorelai asked after witnessing a huge yawn from Rory:
"Hey, why so tired esta manana? You get to bed late?"
"Uh, si, I was reading and I guess I lost track of time." Rory answered stifling another yawn
"Oh, so what time did you get to sleep?" Lorelai prodded further
"A little after 3 I think." Said Rory looking down at her feet
"You were reading until 3 in the morning?" Lorelai asked with disbelief
"No, no, I stopped reading at like 12:30 or something." Rory responded, not wanting to answer the next questions that were sure to follow.
"Well, if that's when you went to bed, but you didn't fall asleep until 3, what were you doing in the mean time, counting sheep?"
"Something like that…" Rory trailed off trying to avoid the subject. "So what time did you get to bed?" she asked in an attempt to stop the interrogation
"No, you're changing the subject, no can do; but nice try."
"Gee thanks" said Rory sarcastically
"So, I still want to know what you were thinking about for three hours."
"Two and a half hours, and I don't know, just stuff." Rory shifted uneasily. Her mom was always good at getting info out of her, but this time she really didn't want her to pry; she knew she hated Jess, and how would she react to her saying she had been up all night thinking about him?
"Stuff? What kind of stuff, huh?" Lorelai said grinning and poking Rory in the ribs.
"Nothing mom, ok, just drop it." Rory said annoyed, but a little harsher than she meant to. This proved to be a mistake as it had the opposite effect she had hoped for.
"Ooooh, touchy, must be really important, or really secret. Ohhh, come on, you can tell me, I'm not Barbra Walters."
"True, but I'm still not going to tell you. Besides, if I did I'd have to kill you and I don't think you'd like that option either." Rory said, trying to intersperse a little comedy, but attempting to end the conversation at the same time.
"Fine, whatever, I don't even care what sappy things you think about anyway." Lorelai said a little hurt her daughter had refused to confide in her. She figured it to be something Rory knew she wouldn't approve of. 'Oh well,' she thought, 'I'll probably figure it out later.'
"Good, you shouldn't" Rory flung back a little offended too. She really wanted to tell Lorelai, but this time, she just wouldn't understand.
Just as their conversation had tapered to an end, they arrived at Luke's and sat down, neither one looking at each other. Luke walked over, coffee pot in hand and was eagerly preparing for his and Lorelai's usual coffee fight, but it didn't come. Confused and a bit disappointed he said
"You two ok?"
"Oh, yha, were fine. Can I just get some coffee and pancakes… blueberry." Lorelai added, trying to divert the conversation from her and Rory.
"Yha sure. Um, how 'bout you Rory?" Luke asked as he poured their coffee.
"Um, I'll have pancakes too, but I want mine regular." She said this attempting to prove her and her mom were not too much alike.
Luke nodded, and then proceeded into the kitchen. Rory glanced around hopefully, but didn't spot Jess. He was probably back in the storage room she thought to herself. Sighing and looking at her mom, she decided to try and ease the silence by trying to explain herself.
"Look mom, I'm sorry, I've just had a lot of stuff on my mind and somehow I don't really think you'll understand. That's all."
"Oh really?" Lorelai raised her eyebrow, her tone a little harsh. "Try me." She said in a taunting tone.
Rory sighed, maybe she'd open up a little, it would at least get her mom back on good terms with her.
"Well," she hesitated, not to sure where to begin, "well, it's just that things have been a little weird between me and Dean." she said, trying to chose her words carefully.
"Weird like how? Weird like National Inquire weird, or like uncomfortable silence weird." Lorelai prompted, trying to help.
"Like uncomfortable silence weird." Rory answered quietly.
"Oh. That's not good is it?" Lorelai responded beginning to catch on to her daughters tangled inner-workings
"No, I don't think it is. We just haven't been getting along really well lately; I mean we always seem to argue now, even over the most trivial things. It's just that our relationship has become so repetitive lately, we get together, we kiss, then argue, then kiss again, and that's a Dean date in a nutshell." Rory said, and flopped her head down on her arms, slouching down on the table.
"Oh, that really doesn't sound good." Lorelai commented. Deciding to through it out, just to see Rory's reaction, Lorelai said, "This, this doesn't have anything to do with…uh…Jess, does it?"
"What?" Rory's head shot up again. "No, where did you get that idea?" Rory said, a little panicked but also a little agitated she could be so easily figured out.
"Wohh, calm down, I was just asking. So, I take that's a no?" She asked still unconvinced
"Oh course that's a no!" Rory shot back.
"Humm, Ok." Lorelai answered in a condescending way.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Rory said now angry.
"What?" Lorelai said pretending to not understand what she had done.
"That little hummm thing, like you don't believe me!" Rory responded now quite upset.
"Well, there just seems to be a few holes in your story Rory. You've been blowing off Dean a lot lately and on top of that, you and Jess have been thrown together a lot lately and I'm starting to think its not just coincidence."
"Oh really! You're so unbelievable." Rory fumed
"On the contrary, you're the one I'm having a hard time believing." Lorelai shot right back at her.
"You know what; I really don't need this from you." She said scooting back her chair. "And you really wonder why I don't tell you everything?" Rory asked, "Well guess what, you don't always need to know or have control of my life! I can make my own decisions about who I do things with or what I do!" Rory scoffed and stood to go just as Luke brought them their food.
Rory stood still, and they all just stared at one another, a little uneasy.
"Uh, ok, I, uh…" He started but seeing the looks on their faces stopped and just put down the plates, then hurried back to the kitchen sensing he was unwelcome.
Rory looked down at her food, now with out an appetite. She grabbed her jacket and turned to go.
"Where do you think you're going?" Lorelai said angrily
"To Lane's" Rory responded without even looking back. She slammed the door behind her a little harder than she meant to. The other customers stopped taking and turned, as Lorelai groaned under her breath, watching Rory's retreating back through the window with mixed feelings.
"Fuck" she cursed under her breath and began to pick at her pancakes, not really very hungry anymore.
-- First chapter, sorry no R/J interaction, but its coming! Please R &R and tell me what you thought. Thanks- Breanna