*10pm
Jess paces nervously around the living room as the operator connects him.
Jess puts his finger to the phone, ready to hang up when a couch comes from the other end, "H-hello?"
"Hi." Is all Jess can manage.
"Who is this?"
"Uh, look. Tristan its Jess."
"Jess?" Tristan replies blankly, half asleep, "Oh right, James."
"What?"
"Forget it, I'm guessing this is about this weekend, well let me tell you right now, nothing ha—
"I know. Rory told me."
"And you believe her?"
"No, I trust her."
"Wow…not like that other guy are you?"
Jess smiles at the compliment, "I guess not."
"Man, that guy was a jerk."
"Yea, well we're all jerks at some point." Jes says flatly.
"I'm sorry…but is there a point to you waking me up, when I have to be at work in another 9 hours?" Tristan says irritably.
"Actually, there is. Rory told me you're a lawyer."
"I am…
**2 weeks later.
*7am.
Rory hangs up the phone and joins Jess on the couch.
"SO?" He asks not looking away from the TV.
"It's official, I'm missing my very first full day of work." Rory replies, unhappily.
"Hey, you can go in if you want. I'm not forcing you to stay." Jes says slyly.
Rory rolls her eyes, "I already called in…besides, I'm so tired don't think I could stay away through my classes."
"Alright, here lay down, I'll get you a pillow…and some juice." Jess replies sweetly.
"Ok." Jess reappears a moment later, a pillow and blanket on one arm, a glass of Juice in his hand. "Looks like the arms' healing nice."
"Yea…give another few weeks and I'll be able to return to the majors." Jes replies setting the juice down. "Here's your pillow. Relax, and I'll call you in a little while."
Rory sits up, "Wait, you're not staying?"
"I have to go back to the office sometime." Jess replies regretfully. "I told them I'd be in today, just rest. Watch some tv. And I'll be home early."
"Ok. Love you."
"Love you too." Jes says opening the door and leaving.
Rory takes a sip of her juice before putting her head down and falling asleep.
3 hours later.
*Rory wakes up to silence, a welcome change for the normal 5:30 wake up call of Jess' punk rock music.
Rory stands up and stretches. Looking at the clock she notices that it's only 10:00.
Remembering what Jess said, she decides to take it easy and relax. Sitting back down on the couch she searches for the remote.
*10 minutes later.
After five minutes of channel surfing, Rory realized she needed to get out. Leaving Jess a voice mail, Rory heads down the street to the bookstore.
An hour later, Rory emerges from the bookstore, a copy of the latest Helen Fielding book peeking out of her purse. Spotting the coffee shop across the street she sighs before turning left, towards the apartment. Rory stops; paralyzed in front of an old apartment building. Unsure if it was just her imagination, Rory reluctantly exclaims, "Tristan?!"
"Rory!" Tristan replies unsurprised.
"What are you doing here?"
Pointing to the building Tristan smirks, "I live here."
"Excuse me?"
"I moved in last Saturday."
"Tristan, I thought you were moving on." Rory says in a lecturing voice.
"I am, I moved on…transferred, bought a new place, bagged a new client, I'd say that's moving on."
"So you're not here because of—
"You? No, that's just one of the perks." Rory stares angrily at Tristan
Jess paces nervously around the living room as the operator connects him.
Jess puts his finger to the phone, ready to hang up when a couch comes from the other end, "H-hello?"
"Hi." Is all Jess can manage.
"Who is this?"
"Uh, look. Tristan its Jess."
"Jess?" Tristan replies blankly, half asleep, "Oh right, James."
"What?"
"Forget it, I'm guessing this is about this weekend, well let me tell you right now, nothing ha—
"I know. Rory told me."
"And you believe her?"
"No, I trust her."
"Wow…not like that other guy are you?"
Jess smiles at the compliment, "I guess not."
"Man, that guy was a jerk."
"Yea, well we're all jerks at some point." Jes says flatly.
"I'm sorry…but is there a point to you waking me up, when I have to be at work in another 9 hours?" Tristan says irritably.
"Actually, there is. Rory told me you're a lawyer."
"I am…
**2 weeks later.
*7am.
Rory hangs up the phone and joins Jess on the couch.
"SO?" He asks not looking away from the TV.
"It's official, I'm missing my very first full day of work." Rory replies, unhappily.
"Hey, you can go in if you want. I'm not forcing you to stay." Jes says slyly.
Rory rolls her eyes, "I already called in…besides, I'm so tired don't think I could stay away through my classes."
"Alright, here lay down, I'll get you a pillow…and some juice." Jess replies sweetly.
"Ok." Jess reappears a moment later, a pillow and blanket on one arm, a glass of Juice in his hand. "Looks like the arms' healing nice."
"Yea…give another few weeks and I'll be able to return to the majors." Jes replies setting the juice down. "Here's your pillow. Relax, and I'll call you in a little while."
Rory sits up, "Wait, you're not staying?"
"I have to go back to the office sometime." Jess replies regretfully. "I told them I'd be in today, just rest. Watch some tv. And I'll be home early."
"Ok. Love you."
"Love you too." Jes says opening the door and leaving.
Rory takes a sip of her juice before putting her head down and falling asleep.
3 hours later.
*Rory wakes up to silence, a welcome change for the normal 5:30 wake up call of Jess' punk rock music.
Rory stands up and stretches. Looking at the clock she notices that it's only 10:00.
Remembering what Jess said, she decides to take it easy and relax. Sitting back down on the couch she searches for the remote.
*10 minutes later.
After five minutes of channel surfing, Rory realized she needed to get out. Leaving Jess a voice mail, Rory heads down the street to the bookstore.
An hour later, Rory emerges from the bookstore, a copy of the latest Helen Fielding book peeking out of her purse. Spotting the coffee shop across the street she sighs before turning left, towards the apartment. Rory stops; paralyzed in front of an old apartment building. Unsure if it was just her imagination, Rory reluctantly exclaims, "Tristan?!"
"Rory!" Tristan replies unsurprised.
"What are you doing here?"
Pointing to the building Tristan smirks, "I live here."
"Excuse me?"
"I moved in last Saturday."
"Tristan, I thought you were moving on." Rory says in a lecturing voice.
"I am, I moved on…transferred, bought a new place, bagged a new client, I'd say that's moving on."
"So you're not here because of—
"You? No, that's just one of the perks." Rory stares angrily at Tristan
