Bumping Into Bag Boys
By: ZLizabeth
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"Is there any affordable gas in this town?"
"Why?" Diana looked up from wiping tables, "are you leaving?"
"The thing I came for turned out not to be here," he answered simply, sitting down at one of the empty tables.
"What do you mean?" she sat down across from him and smiled, "Rory?"
"She's married," he said quietly.
Diana's head snapped up, "you didn't know she was married?" if this wasn't a person she cared about she'd be grabbing a soda and sitting down to watch the soap opera.
"And it's not that. I could deal with it if she was married to anybody else. But married to Bag Boy? Is the universe trying to rub it in?"
"Dean's not my favorite guy either."
"So the nickname stuck?"
"What do you mean?" she asked, "he's a bag boy here, too."
He laughed at that. It was a dry, hollow, laugh, but it was a laugh just the same, "I always imagined he'd be something for her."
"He's a nice man," she said, as if it offered any comfort.
"That's just what I couldn't stand about him," she looked up and kept her sympathetic face on for the whole monlogue. The guy looked like he needed somebody to show sincerity, "I was seventeen years old. I hated the world. I had moved to this hellish plastic Halmark card town. I was miserable. And then I met Rory Gilmore. Everybody loved Rory Gilmore. She was nice, she got perfect grades, and she the perfect little girl. I was so pathetic. And she had that idiot boyfriend, about twice her size, always following her everywhere she went. And so he's finally snagged her for good."
"I'm sorry, Jess."
"You win some, you lose some," he said as he stood up.
"What did you win?"
"I got to see her again."
"And you lost?"
"The chance of ever seeing her again," he half smiled at her.
"Not much of a win, huh?" she said.
She shuddered after he left. Rory's life was not so much of a mystery anymore. She had thought that maybe Jess could get her out of Salsville. No such luck for Rory.
The waitress took off her acorn and turned around the "we're open" sign. Pulling on her coat she shivered again. To end up like Rory Gilmore would not be a happy fate.
Rory sat in her bedroom, knees curled to her chest. She hadn't left the house all day. It was beginning to cool down and she'd turned on the heat for comfort. Just a light setting so the room didn't become too unbearable. In Stars Hollow the winters had been about the hum of the radiator, and the snow. Winters here weren't very cold. Or very pleasant. A few trees were added to the households. The stores put up christmas lights. The Goods and Gorp even played carols on a broken tape that skipped every time the word "the" came up.
The radiator hissed. She wanted to bury into her covers and live forever in her bed, away from all the hurt of the outside world.
Dean hadn't come home yet. She didn't know where he was and found she didn't paticularly care. He had just turned and left the house after he had found her there with Jess. Jess had done the same. Without a word. Left her alone in the huge house that she hated and hated her.
She crawled out from under the huge sheet and made her way down to the living room. Her slippers didn't make any noise as she padded down the stairs. As slow and as solem as death itself.
She came into the living room and sat down on the couch. It was this horrible bright yellow that had faded into a dull bright yellow. It looked, to her, like a sick canary.
Rory reached under the couch and pulled out a huge dusty box. She pulled off the tape. It gave no fight, the stickiness had probably worn off years ago.
She opened the first huge binder that came out of the cardboard box. It was filled with baby pictures. The toolshed. The wonderful toolshed. She glanced around her and shuddered, not daring to let the thoughts enter her mind. She wasn't in a mood for crying.
The next binder was her all around Stars Hollow - as a toddler, a seven-year old, and then her in their house. The Gilmore's first real house.
She closed the binders quickly and replaced them. Now was not a time to stray into the past.
She had to think about her life. Her marrige was in the position to be saved, and the past held nothing but memories and...
Jess still loved her.
The thought came from nowhere. Or maybe just from thinking of the horrible memories. Such wonderful memories! Her head was babbling. She was even babbling as she analyzed her babbling.
She needed fresh air. A walk.
Jess still loved her. The thought was taunting her.
Should have never read those stupid letters.
He still loves you, came the sing song voice.
None of your buisness, reading the letters.
He said he still loved you! He said it! But he didn't say it to you!
She opened the door and paused in the doorway. The crisp air reawakened her dulled senses.
Do you still love him?
He did not mean to bump into Rory.
He meant to drive to Stars Hollow, drop off the jeep, avoid meeting any people, get back to New York, and start over. New York City was full of new things for him to find. He could start writing or something. Quit the coffeeshop.
Instead he crashed into Rory. The perfect way to start getting her off his mind.
She was walking slowly, eyes gazing into the night sky. She looked lost and helpless and she didn't look like she had any destination in mind.
He was hurrying down the desolate sidewalk, eyes down. He didn't see her, she didn't see him. Not until they were both lying on the sidewalk and glanced up to see who they could yell at for being careless.
Her eyes were big with surprise. He sat up but stayed there, frozen. She crawled over to where he was sitting and hugged her knees to her chest.
"I'm sorry for bumping into you, ma'am," he said, looking straight ahead.
"Jess!"
"People these days are so clumsy. Like me, they just walk down the streets, careless, and then bump into innocent young ladies like yourself."
"You can't give me the casual treatment! That's not fair!"
He got up and wiped imaginary dirt off his shirt, "once again, I'm sorry. I hope that we can meet again under more pleasant circumstances."
*You're squirming. I've never seen you squirm before. It's very entertaining.*
He was already turning away.
"I don't," she said icily as she stood up and came to stand next to him. Then she reached forward and prepared to slap him.
"Rory?"
Her hand lost momentum and paused on his face, "Dean."
Her husband smiled coldly at her, "sorry to interrupt."
"Oh, you're not interrupting anything," Jess assured him, "I was just leaving."
Dean forgot about Rory then, "it was nice having you."
Jess rolled his eyes, "sheesh, look at you, towering over me, acting like we're seventeen. The two words are grow and up," Dean's eyes narrowed, "yes," he went on sarcastically, "your wife and I are having an affair. All the clues point to it. I never was able to stand you, Mr. Dean, and I never will be able to,"
He turned to Rory, "and you. You said to me that you hated your life here. You told me that you were unhappy. And I don't blame you for hating it. But it's your fault, Rory. You're the one who married the Bag Boy."
She grabbed Dean's arm, ignoring how much he had just hurt her, "Dean, you can't believe what he said. I love you, I've always loved you..."
"Whatever Rory," he tugged loose of her and began to walk away.
"DEAN!" she screamed, her pace quickening as she ran after him, "Dean!" he entered the house and slammed the door. She banged on it and the gates that had been holding back her tears burst open, and the tears burst forth.
The door remanined closed. Tall and impassive.
She mutely walked down the sidewalk. She stopped when she came to Jess. She looked up at him and stared, her eyes and face glistening in the dim light of the Goods and Gorp. She stayed staring at him for few seconds before she walked down the street.
"Rory, wait!" he called, his idiocy just hitting him. She continued walking and stopped when she reached the jeep. Tugging open the door she climbed inside and closed the door. He heard the engine come to life.
And he ran after her.
The car began to roll down the street. He ran after it and grabbed hold of the side door, then opened it and jumped in.
She didn't look at him, "You could've hurt yourself."
"I live on the edge. And I'm not jumping out."
"You do know I hate you right now?"
He didn't answer. Instead he just watched as she drove the jeep down an road free of destanation: turn right at this fork, left at this one, take this exit, turn off here.
After what seemed like years he finally spoke.
"Do you have any idea where we are?"
She still wouldn't look at him, "nope."
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By: ZLizabeth
REVIEW, PLEASE, REVIEW, PLEASE!
Okay, I just wanted to say THANK YOU to all the people who have reviewed. This is a long deserved thanks. And this sounds SO VERY STUPID, but I am still going to list all of the multiple reveiw people here. DeeAnne, TheDarkestAngel, rebelcowgirlhick, yasmin, prianka, and then Rebecca, Dani, jen, SassyAngel05, MunchyCat, ;), Sara, Gina, #1 Dean Fan, lee, Melissa, Samantha, Jen, heather, and SCAV. I love you all!
"Is there any affordable gas in this town?"
"Why?" Diana looked up from wiping tables, "are you leaving?"
"The thing I came for turned out not to be here," he answered simply, sitting down at one of the empty tables.
"What do you mean?" she sat down across from him and smiled, "Rory?"
"She's married," he said quietly.
Diana's head snapped up, "you didn't know she was married?" if this wasn't a person she cared about she'd be grabbing a soda and sitting down to watch the soap opera.
"And it's not that. I could deal with it if she was married to anybody else. But married to Bag Boy? Is the universe trying to rub it in?"
"Dean's not my favorite guy either."
"So the nickname stuck?"
"What do you mean?" she asked, "he's a bag boy here, too."
He laughed at that. It was a dry, hollow, laugh, but it was a laugh just the same, "I always imagined he'd be something for her."
"He's a nice man," she said, as if it offered any comfort.
"That's just what I couldn't stand about him," she looked up and kept her sympathetic face on for the whole monlogue. The guy looked like he needed somebody to show sincerity, "I was seventeen years old. I hated the world. I had moved to this hellish plastic Halmark card town. I was miserable. And then I met Rory Gilmore. Everybody loved Rory Gilmore. She was nice, she got perfect grades, and she the perfect little girl. I was so pathetic. And she had that idiot boyfriend, about twice her size, always following her everywhere she went. And so he's finally snagged her for good."
"I'm sorry, Jess."
"You win some, you lose some," he said as he stood up.
"What did you win?"
"I got to see her again."
"And you lost?"
"The chance of ever seeing her again," he half smiled at her.
"Not much of a win, huh?" she said.
She shuddered after he left. Rory's life was not so much of a mystery anymore. She had thought that maybe Jess could get her out of Salsville. No such luck for Rory.
The waitress took off her acorn and turned around the "we're open" sign. Pulling on her coat she shivered again. To end up like Rory Gilmore would not be a happy fate.
Rory sat in her bedroom, knees curled to her chest. She hadn't left the house all day. It was beginning to cool down and she'd turned on the heat for comfort. Just a light setting so the room didn't become too unbearable. In Stars Hollow the winters had been about the hum of the radiator, and the snow. Winters here weren't very cold. Or very pleasant. A few trees were added to the households. The stores put up christmas lights. The Goods and Gorp even played carols on a broken tape that skipped every time the word "the" came up.
The radiator hissed. She wanted to bury into her covers and live forever in her bed, away from all the hurt of the outside world.
Dean hadn't come home yet. She didn't know where he was and found she didn't paticularly care. He had just turned and left the house after he had found her there with Jess. Jess had done the same. Without a word. Left her alone in the huge house that she hated and hated her.
She crawled out from under the huge sheet and made her way down to the living room. Her slippers didn't make any noise as she padded down the stairs. As slow and as solem as death itself.
She came into the living room and sat down on the couch. It was this horrible bright yellow that had faded into a dull bright yellow. It looked, to her, like a sick canary.
Rory reached under the couch and pulled out a huge dusty box. She pulled off the tape. It gave no fight, the stickiness had probably worn off years ago.
She opened the first huge binder that came out of the cardboard box. It was filled with baby pictures. The toolshed. The wonderful toolshed. She glanced around her and shuddered, not daring to let the thoughts enter her mind. She wasn't in a mood for crying.
The next binder was her all around Stars Hollow - as a toddler, a seven-year old, and then her in their house. The Gilmore's first real house.
She closed the binders quickly and replaced them. Now was not a time to stray into the past.
She had to think about her life. Her marrige was in the position to be saved, and the past held nothing but memories and...
Jess still loved her.
The thought came from nowhere. Or maybe just from thinking of the horrible memories. Such wonderful memories! Her head was babbling. She was even babbling as she analyzed her babbling.
She needed fresh air. A walk.
Jess still loved her. The thought was taunting her.
Should have never read those stupid letters.
He still loves you, came the sing song voice.
None of your buisness, reading the letters.
He said he still loved you! He said it! But he didn't say it to you!
She opened the door and paused in the doorway. The crisp air reawakened her dulled senses.
Do you still love him?
He did not mean to bump into Rory.
He meant to drive to Stars Hollow, drop off the jeep, avoid meeting any people, get back to New York, and start over. New York City was full of new things for him to find. He could start writing or something. Quit the coffeeshop.
Instead he crashed into Rory. The perfect way to start getting her off his mind.
She was walking slowly, eyes gazing into the night sky. She looked lost and helpless and she didn't look like she had any destination in mind.
He was hurrying down the desolate sidewalk, eyes down. He didn't see her, she didn't see him. Not until they were both lying on the sidewalk and glanced up to see who they could yell at for being careless.
Her eyes were big with surprise. He sat up but stayed there, frozen. She crawled over to where he was sitting and hugged her knees to her chest.
"I'm sorry for bumping into you, ma'am," he said, looking straight ahead.
"Jess!"
"People these days are so clumsy. Like me, they just walk down the streets, careless, and then bump into innocent young ladies like yourself."
"You can't give me the casual treatment! That's not fair!"
He got up and wiped imaginary dirt off his shirt, "once again, I'm sorry. I hope that we can meet again under more pleasant circumstances."
*You're squirming. I've never seen you squirm before. It's very entertaining.*
He was already turning away.
"I don't," she said icily as she stood up and came to stand next to him. Then she reached forward and prepared to slap him.
"Rory?"
Her hand lost momentum and paused on his face, "Dean."
Her husband smiled coldly at her, "sorry to interrupt."
"Oh, you're not interrupting anything," Jess assured him, "I was just leaving."
Dean forgot about Rory then, "it was nice having you."
Jess rolled his eyes, "sheesh, look at you, towering over me, acting like we're seventeen. The two words are grow and up," Dean's eyes narrowed, "yes," he went on sarcastically, "your wife and I are having an affair. All the clues point to it. I never was able to stand you, Mr. Dean, and I never will be able to,"
He turned to Rory, "and you. You said to me that you hated your life here. You told me that you were unhappy. And I don't blame you for hating it. But it's your fault, Rory. You're the one who married the Bag Boy."
She grabbed Dean's arm, ignoring how much he had just hurt her, "Dean, you can't believe what he said. I love you, I've always loved you..."
"Whatever Rory," he tugged loose of her and began to walk away.
"DEAN!" she screamed, her pace quickening as she ran after him, "Dean!" he entered the house and slammed the door. She banged on it and the gates that had been holding back her tears burst open, and the tears burst forth.
The door remanined closed. Tall and impassive.
She mutely walked down the sidewalk. She stopped when she came to Jess. She looked up at him and stared, her eyes and face glistening in the dim light of the Goods and Gorp. She stayed staring at him for few seconds before she walked down the street.
"Rory, wait!" he called, his idiocy just hitting him. She continued walking and stopped when she reached the jeep. Tugging open the door she climbed inside and closed the door. He heard the engine come to life.
And he ran after her.
The car began to roll down the street. He ran after it and grabbed hold of the side door, then opened it and jumped in.
She didn't look at him, "You could've hurt yourself."
"I live on the edge. And I'm not jumping out."
"You do know I hate you right now?"
He didn't answer. Instead he just watched as she drove the jeep down an road free of destanation: turn right at this fork, left at this one, take this exit, turn off here.
After what seemed like years he finally spoke.
"Do you have any idea where we are?"
She still wouldn't look at him, "nope."
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