What Makes The Muskrat Guard His Musk?
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Disclaimer: Now, if this show was mine, do you *really* think I'd been typing away on my computer and posting on FF.net when I could be actually writing episodes? Hmm...
Author's Note: And "Edipus Complex" is a Greek term for wanting to marry your mother. It comes from King Edipus who married his mother (and killed his father) without knowing it.
"You know what you need, Jess?"
One.
"You need to make some friends. Get out there. You know, out in the world. You and I could go out together. I could hook you up with one of my friends and maybe you could bring some boy along..."
"June, I don't think that I need a date with a sixty-year-old right now. In fact, I'm going to totally gush my heart out my little poor and misunderstood heart out right now and tell you what I need."
His roommate sat down in a chair across from him, "yes, Jessie?"
"I need a fingernail clipper."
The creases of 'worry' on June's face didn't vanish, "well, I've got one. Sweetie?"
Two.
His hand dropped to the coffee table where he grabbed a book and opened it up. Didn't really matter what page. He'd read it about forty times.
"Or, you know, you should get an email adress. I met some of the greatest guys online."
Three.
"Gee, I wonder why?" he said aloud, not bothering to look up. June's mock concern in him was completley related to the fact that he was the perfect age to be a dating canidate for one of her friends. Personally, June's way of "chasing after" him wasn't among those top way to get a person to want to go out with you. After all, who in this world has an Edipus complex?
June looked at him and stared hard until his eyes flicked up. She then shook her head slowly and deliberatley and sniffed (loudly) before walking out the door.
Oh dear. He was ridden with guilt.
~Rory,
Right now I'm so very torn. Would it be unfaithful to you to date a forty year old platinum blonde right now? June's given me an offer that's so hard to refuse. A romantic candelight dinner at the oldfolks home.... but you know how very devoted I am to you....~
Cynical. That's how Jess felt right now. Cyncial.
~ How is dear Bag Boy? Or how was he before you jumped in your brand new car and drove off into the wild blue yonder. Forgot all about everyone... me, him, though, for your sake, it might be better that his image is forever erased from your memory.
Sometimes I actually work out "what-if" scenario's in my head and imagine what might have happened if I dumped Shane while I had the chance. I've forgotten what happened to her. See, Rory, that's how unimportant she was to me. Yet that's exactly why she was so *very* important. It was the little things that kept up us apart. And the little things added up to the big thing. What keeps the Rory and the Jess apart? So said the cowardly lion "what makes the muskrat guard his musk?". That was courage.
What keeps the Rory and the Jess apart?
Pride.
It would be such a cliche, reused and time-honored theme that seperated us two bookworms. Maybe we were to much alike, contrary to public opinion. Of course, the one similarity they saw between us was reading. That was the one huge difference I saw. Some of the author's you read made me sick, and still those smalltown people saw us as the same under the book category.
We were such a regular little couple. Seperated by hate between our families... or Lorelai. When she's angry, she can fill up the space of all Juliet's little Capulet clan's rage. From such different cultures... yes, Rory darling, they'll write a novel about our timeless love. Except it'll be a tradegey because I end up getting shot by a drunk homeless man and you end up a cold, hard, rich, buisnesswoman. And then Disney will buy it and change the ending.
June is knocking on my door. She's saying something about spare keys. Right. Did I tell you about that? I'll let you know, in case I haven't already tooted my own grimy horn enough, that it takes a lot of skill to find out where *every single* tennant keeps their spare key. This isn't Stars Hollow where all the spare keys are kept in the gnome's pipe. My glorious collection of metal unlockers is resting on my desk next to the Rory Box.
I know what you're thinking. Maybe you had yourself convinced that my "outrageous" crimes in Sleepytown were just to keep me amused. And they were. And you're thinking "in such a great place like New York City, how can he be bored," trust me dearling, it's not really all that.~
"JESS MARIANO!!!!" loud loud loud. He spun around in his swivel chair. Even the swivel chair reminded him of Rory. He could just imagine her soft hair spinning and whipping the air as she gave herself up to that childish urge to spin.
"Yes Mother?" he called in an overly sweet voice.
"UNLOCK THIS DOOR."
"Well, I would, but I've lost my key. In fact I went all around the building yesterday looking for it. I've found a few and I'm trying all of them, but so far, none have worked."
"JESS M-"
He got up and unlocked the door then sat down to watch the one-woman scene.
June walked in, her hair hanging limp around her powdered face. She strode to his shoe box and had a bit of trouble with it. Once it was cradled in her arms she shot him a look and stomped out the door.
"And I thought people were supposed to grow out of the temper tantrum stage at fifty. Guess I was wrong," he actually didn't mean for her to hear that one. But her ear-shattering shreik was heard, so he guessed she did.
~ When they finally give me lifetime in prison for disrespecting my elder's, Rory, I want you to come down and give me a big lecture. You're so cute when you lose your temper. And once you're done screaming I'll kiss your tight-lipped mouth. You'll just stare with your mouth part open. I'll widen my eyes and lean back against my cell wall. You'll slap my bail money (which you'll have plenty of by then) on the desk and storm out.
But it would be worth seeing you again. Maybe that's why I'm verging on being a criminal. My picture in the paper... you might still care a little bit, so you'd come.
You don't know how much it would mean to me to~
Jess stared in horror at what he'd written. As if Rory was reading over his shoulder, he crossed it out as fast as he could.
What the hell was he thinking. He couldn't even say he missed her.
But these were never going to be sent....
He rolled his eyes as the fated argument began again.
He was surprised who won.
Once again glanced around the room and then covered the paper with his hand as he rewrote the line and finished the sentence.
June was paiting her nails when Jess came out of his room holding a stack of dollar bills. Dropping them on the coffee table he didn't even look as he kept walking towards the door. She noticed a bag slung across his shoulder.
"Jess?" she called, "where are you going?"
"That's next month's rent," he still didn't look back, "I'm going to Rory."
The door swung shut behind me. June sighed and turned back to her nails. Yet another little boy she'd scared away. But this one's excuse was the worst.
She dipped the brush in the tiny glass bottle, "who the hell does he expect me to think Rory is?"
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Thanks for you reviews!!!!!!
Disclaimer: Now, if this show was mine, do you *really* think I'd been typing away on my computer and posting on FF.net when I could be actually writing episodes? Hmm...
Author's Note: And "Edipus Complex" is a Greek term for wanting to marry your mother. It comes from King Edipus who married his mother (and killed his father) without knowing it.
"You know what you need, Jess?"
One.
"You need to make some friends. Get out there. You know, out in the world. You and I could go out together. I could hook you up with one of my friends and maybe you could bring some boy along..."
"June, I don't think that I need a date with a sixty-year-old right now. In fact, I'm going to totally gush my heart out my little poor and misunderstood heart out right now and tell you what I need."
His roommate sat down in a chair across from him, "yes, Jessie?"
"I need a fingernail clipper."
The creases of 'worry' on June's face didn't vanish, "well, I've got one. Sweetie?"
Two.
His hand dropped to the coffee table where he grabbed a book and opened it up. Didn't really matter what page. He'd read it about forty times.
"Or, you know, you should get an email adress. I met some of the greatest guys online."
Three.
"Gee, I wonder why?" he said aloud, not bothering to look up. June's mock concern in him was completley related to the fact that he was the perfect age to be a dating canidate for one of her friends. Personally, June's way of "chasing after" him wasn't among those top way to get a person to want to go out with you. After all, who in this world has an Edipus complex?
June looked at him and stared hard until his eyes flicked up. She then shook her head slowly and deliberatley and sniffed (loudly) before walking out the door.
Oh dear. He was ridden with guilt.
~Rory,
Right now I'm so very torn. Would it be unfaithful to you to date a forty year old platinum blonde right now? June's given me an offer that's so hard to refuse. A romantic candelight dinner at the oldfolks home.... but you know how very devoted I am to you....~
Cynical. That's how Jess felt right now. Cyncial.
~ How is dear Bag Boy? Or how was he before you jumped in your brand new car and drove off into the wild blue yonder. Forgot all about everyone... me, him, though, for your sake, it might be better that his image is forever erased from your memory.
Sometimes I actually work out "what-if" scenario's in my head and imagine what might have happened if I dumped Shane while I had the chance. I've forgotten what happened to her. See, Rory, that's how unimportant she was to me. Yet that's exactly why she was so *very* important. It was the little things that kept up us apart. And the little things added up to the big thing. What keeps the Rory and the Jess apart? So said the cowardly lion "what makes the muskrat guard his musk?". That was courage.
What keeps the Rory and the Jess apart?
Pride.
It would be such a cliche, reused and time-honored theme that seperated us two bookworms. Maybe we were to much alike, contrary to public opinion. Of course, the one similarity they saw between us was reading. That was the one huge difference I saw. Some of the author's you read made me sick, and still those smalltown people saw us as the same under the book category.
We were such a regular little couple. Seperated by hate between our families... or Lorelai. When she's angry, she can fill up the space of all Juliet's little Capulet clan's rage. From such different cultures... yes, Rory darling, they'll write a novel about our timeless love. Except it'll be a tradegey because I end up getting shot by a drunk homeless man and you end up a cold, hard, rich, buisnesswoman. And then Disney will buy it and change the ending.
June is knocking on my door. She's saying something about spare keys. Right. Did I tell you about that? I'll let you know, in case I haven't already tooted my own grimy horn enough, that it takes a lot of skill to find out where *every single* tennant keeps their spare key. This isn't Stars Hollow where all the spare keys are kept in the gnome's pipe. My glorious collection of metal unlockers is resting on my desk next to the Rory Box.
I know what you're thinking. Maybe you had yourself convinced that my "outrageous" crimes in Sleepytown were just to keep me amused. And they were. And you're thinking "in such a great place like New York City, how can he be bored," trust me dearling, it's not really all that.~
"JESS MARIANO!!!!" loud loud loud. He spun around in his swivel chair. Even the swivel chair reminded him of Rory. He could just imagine her soft hair spinning and whipping the air as she gave herself up to that childish urge to spin.
"Yes Mother?" he called in an overly sweet voice.
"UNLOCK THIS DOOR."
"Well, I would, but I've lost my key. In fact I went all around the building yesterday looking for it. I've found a few and I'm trying all of them, but so far, none have worked."
"JESS M-"
He got up and unlocked the door then sat down to watch the one-woman scene.
June walked in, her hair hanging limp around her powdered face. She strode to his shoe box and had a bit of trouble with it. Once it was cradled in her arms she shot him a look and stomped out the door.
"And I thought people were supposed to grow out of the temper tantrum stage at fifty. Guess I was wrong," he actually didn't mean for her to hear that one. But her ear-shattering shreik was heard, so he guessed she did.
~ When they finally give me lifetime in prison for disrespecting my elder's, Rory, I want you to come down and give me a big lecture. You're so cute when you lose your temper. And once you're done screaming I'll kiss your tight-lipped mouth. You'll just stare with your mouth part open. I'll widen my eyes and lean back against my cell wall. You'll slap my bail money (which you'll have plenty of by then) on the desk and storm out.
But it would be worth seeing you again. Maybe that's why I'm verging on being a criminal. My picture in the paper... you might still care a little bit, so you'd come.
You don't know how much it would mean to me to~
Jess stared in horror at what he'd written. As if Rory was reading over his shoulder, he crossed it out as fast as he could.
What the hell was he thinking. He couldn't even say he missed her.
But these were never going to be sent....
He rolled his eyes as the fated argument began again.
He was surprised who won.
Once again glanced around the room and then covered the paper with his hand as he rewrote the line and finished the sentence.
June was paiting her nails when Jess came out of his room holding a stack of dollar bills. Dropping them on the coffee table he didn't even look as he kept walking towards the door. She noticed a bag slung across his shoulder.
"Jess?" she called, "where are you going?"
"That's next month's rent," he still didn't look back, "I'm going to Rory."
The door swung shut behind me. June sighed and turned back to her nails. Yet another little boy she'd scared away. But this one's excuse was the worst.
She dipped the brush in the tiny glass bottle, "who the hell does he expect me to think Rory is?"
****PLEASE TELL ME HOW IT WAS!!!!!! If it was really that terrible, please tell me! But if you liked it, you don't understand how great it'll be to hear it from you!