Hey, everyone. This is Jewls13, the coauthor. Just call me Jewls. Since Tay
posts, I'm going to be putting most of my Author's Notes in the reviews, so
check there every once in a while to hear from me.
And hey, just because Taylor and Dana *think* Dom is theirs, doesn't mean that he is. The guy he's based on, well, he's loving the attention. Oh and he wanted me to tell you that the poem, "Things I hate"(and the person I talk about in Earthly Angel) is him. Since a lot of people reviewed and said, well, not so nice things about him, he wanted me to tell you that he is the furry faced boy.
-Jewls
It's Tay. I wanted to say a few things, mainly, READ JEWL'S OTHER FIC. "We Belong To The Night". It's amazing, so read and review, allright? Okay then.
And please keep reviewing, guys, You make our days!
-Tay
Bree yawned as she awoke on the couch. Dom was next to her, snoring for real this time, and she gingerly sat up so as not to disturb him. Looking around at the Danes' apartment, she stood and walked into the room Jess had said was his. She smiled at the familiar posters that had hung in his room in New York. In fact, it was basically identical to the room at his mom's place. Same bedding, same decorations, same endless piles of CDs and books strewn haphazardly about the room.
"Hey," Dom yawned as he entered behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. She leaned into him, resting her head against his chest. The peaceful moment broke when Dom declared, "I'm hungry."
Bree laughed, quickly going to the bathroom and wiping off some of the smeared eye shadow. When she returned, they made their way down the stairs.
"FOOD!" Dom cried, as he and Bree appeared in the diner.
"You do realize you're in a diner, right?" Luke asked him.
"Not that kind of food! REAL food. Twinkies," he said.
Jess directed them towards Doose's Market, and they exited the diner, arms wrapped around each other's waists.
The diner was practically empty, only a lone coffee drinker in the corner. Luke watched Jess wipe down one of the tables and pick up the dirty plates. A look of disgust crossed Jess's face as he lifted a wet napkin and dropped it into the tub he was carrying. After a few minutes of silence while Jess went around the diner doing various duties, his uncle couldn't stop himself. "So, what's the story?" Luke asked, Lorelai's prodding getting to him.
"What story?" Jess asked, filling the older man's coffee mug.
"With your friends."
"There's not really a story," Jess said. "They're just that. Friends from home."
Seeing that he wasn't going to get any information out of Jess, Luke moved on. "Well, I agreed to let them stay here."
"Right," Jess said. "And thanks."
"There have to be some rules."
Jess paused and looked at Luke. "What kind of rules?" he asked hesitantly. "Little ones," Luke said, wracking his brain for them. "Like, Dom can stay in your room and Bree can have the pullout couch."
Jess shrugged, saying, "I can take the couch, and she can have the bed."
Luke said, "Fine, as long as she's in a separate room from you and Dom."
Jess bit his lip to keep from smiling at Luke's attempt at structure. "Okay."
"And…"
"I think they'd work."
"What?" Luke asked, surprised.
"Here, in the diner. You know, labor for the room?"
Luke nodded, "Sounds good."
Jess smiled. "Okay then."
Bree and Dom entered the diner, Dom bitching about the lack of Twinkie choices and the meddling guy in the market.
"He was looking at me!" Dom declared, sitting down on a stool at the counter. Bree sat next him, winking at Jess.
"Who was staring?" Jess asked, pouring the two of them cups of coffee.
"The old guy in the market," Dom explained.
"Taylor?"
"I don't know, I guess. But he was looking at me!"
"What'd you do?" Luke asked, scribbling on a pad of paper.
"I barked."
Luke's head shot up, a disbelieving look on his face, "You barked?"
Dom shrugged, "More like growled, actually."
Luke sat there, speechless, not understanding how anyone could bark at someone, but desperately wishing he'd been there to see Taylor's face. Bree smiled at the confusion in Luke's eyes.
"You guys are going to be working here," Jess said to them.
"Jess, are you sure they want to…" Luke said, skeptical of how the two would do in the diner.
"Just point me to the fryer, my good man," Dom said, jumping up and walking around the counter. Jess led him into the kitchen and introduced him to the cook, then returned out to the counter.
"Are you okay to work here?" Luke asked Bree.
"Totally," Bree agreed, standing up. "At least I get to keep my clothes on."
Another look passed over Luke's face, incredulous, shocked, and embarrassed all at once. Jess, however, laughed at her declaration.
"Not if I have anything to say about it!" Dom called from the kitchen.
Shaking his head at the antics of the three, Luke walked out to a table to escape their craziness.
And hey, just because Taylor and Dana *think* Dom is theirs, doesn't mean that he is. The guy he's based on, well, he's loving the attention. Oh and he wanted me to tell you that the poem, "Things I hate"(and the person I talk about in Earthly Angel) is him. Since a lot of people reviewed and said, well, not so nice things about him, he wanted me to tell you that he is the furry faced boy.
-Jewls
It's Tay. I wanted to say a few things, mainly, READ JEWL'S OTHER FIC. "We Belong To The Night". It's amazing, so read and review, allright? Okay then.
And please keep reviewing, guys, You make our days!
-Tay
Bree yawned as she awoke on the couch. Dom was next to her, snoring for real this time, and she gingerly sat up so as not to disturb him. Looking around at the Danes' apartment, she stood and walked into the room Jess had said was his. She smiled at the familiar posters that had hung in his room in New York. In fact, it was basically identical to the room at his mom's place. Same bedding, same decorations, same endless piles of CDs and books strewn haphazardly about the room.
"Hey," Dom yawned as he entered behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. She leaned into him, resting her head against his chest. The peaceful moment broke when Dom declared, "I'm hungry."
Bree laughed, quickly going to the bathroom and wiping off some of the smeared eye shadow. When she returned, they made their way down the stairs.
"FOOD!" Dom cried, as he and Bree appeared in the diner.
"You do realize you're in a diner, right?" Luke asked him.
"Not that kind of food! REAL food. Twinkies," he said.
Jess directed them towards Doose's Market, and they exited the diner, arms wrapped around each other's waists.
The diner was practically empty, only a lone coffee drinker in the corner. Luke watched Jess wipe down one of the tables and pick up the dirty plates. A look of disgust crossed Jess's face as he lifted a wet napkin and dropped it into the tub he was carrying. After a few minutes of silence while Jess went around the diner doing various duties, his uncle couldn't stop himself. "So, what's the story?" Luke asked, Lorelai's prodding getting to him.
"What story?" Jess asked, filling the older man's coffee mug.
"With your friends."
"There's not really a story," Jess said. "They're just that. Friends from home."
Seeing that he wasn't going to get any information out of Jess, Luke moved on. "Well, I agreed to let them stay here."
"Right," Jess said. "And thanks."
"There have to be some rules."
Jess paused and looked at Luke. "What kind of rules?" he asked hesitantly. "Little ones," Luke said, wracking his brain for them. "Like, Dom can stay in your room and Bree can have the pullout couch."
Jess shrugged, saying, "I can take the couch, and she can have the bed."
Luke said, "Fine, as long as she's in a separate room from you and Dom."
Jess bit his lip to keep from smiling at Luke's attempt at structure. "Okay."
"And…"
"I think they'd work."
"What?" Luke asked, surprised.
"Here, in the diner. You know, labor for the room?"
Luke nodded, "Sounds good."
Jess smiled. "Okay then."
Bree and Dom entered the diner, Dom bitching about the lack of Twinkie choices and the meddling guy in the market.
"He was looking at me!" Dom declared, sitting down on a stool at the counter. Bree sat next him, winking at Jess.
"Who was staring?" Jess asked, pouring the two of them cups of coffee.
"The old guy in the market," Dom explained.
"Taylor?"
"I don't know, I guess. But he was looking at me!"
"What'd you do?" Luke asked, scribbling on a pad of paper.
"I barked."
Luke's head shot up, a disbelieving look on his face, "You barked?"
Dom shrugged, "More like growled, actually."
Luke sat there, speechless, not understanding how anyone could bark at someone, but desperately wishing he'd been there to see Taylor's face. Bree smiled at the confusion in Luke's eyes.
"You guys are going to be working here," Jess said to them.
"Jess, are you sure they want to…" Luke said, skeptical of how the two would do in the diner.
"Just point me to the fryer, my good man," Dom said, jumping up and walking around the counter. Jess led him into the kitchen and introduced him to the cook, then returned out to the counter.
"Are you okay to work here?" Luke asked Bree.
"Totally," Bree agreed, standing up. "At least I get to keep my clothes on."
Another look passed over Luke's face, incredulous, shocked, and embarrassed all at once. Jess, however, laughed at her declaration.
"Not if I have anything to say about it!" Dom called from the kitchen.
Shaking his head at the antics of the three, Luke walked out to a table to escape their craziness.