disclaimer
i now own massive amounts of coffee after 2 days without. I also own a yet unread copy of Gertrude Stein's GMP. i do not own much else, and particularly not these characters.
Just rory and jess stuff in this one.
lovely ep yesterday, eh? (thanksgiving one)
and so i'll meander my way past that in this story, and other characters will have confrontations and issues. Who knows. I have writers block again. Damn it all to hell.
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Wednesday
Rory, slowly and methodically, walked to Luke's alone. The phone had rung at a preposterous hour that morning, Michel haughtily begging Lorelai to hurry up and deal with whatever supposed disaster was awakening at the inn. So she was alone. The awkwardness of her new relationship with Jess was disconcerting enough when her mother was along, but somehow the restricting presence of Others, and Lorelai's amused teasing made things at least predictable and protected.
She wondered how long it would be so awkward. They'd gotten the kissing thing down, but were still adjusting to kissing when the saw each other instead of looking away embarassed. Well, they still did that often enough anyway. Not only the awkwardness of a new relationship, of being able to think of Jess like that, of not having to feel guilty - But also the presence of the whole town always watching, and Rory feeling like a bitch for immediately being involved with someone else after breaking up with Dean. But it wasn't like that, she thought. She and Dean were over a long time ago, and by the time it was official she was ready to move on. Hard to explain that, though, without also admitting that she'd been leading Dean on by trying to make things work when they just couldn't anymore.
But - But, she thought - She really had hoped. Rory sighed, frowning. No, it was impossible to make it understood. And it felt right to be with Jess, that was what mattered - In a few weeks the particulars would fade away, and what made a difference was whether she followed what she believed was right and natural at the time.
But as much as she enjoyed the nervousness and excitement she felt in seeing Jess now, she also wanted the conversation and brainsex that drew her to him in the first place. The relationship that was more than just the flutteriness and romance of Dean for her, more than just the making out of Shane for him.
Luke was standing by Kirk's table, rolling his eyes and gritting his teeth, but refraining from blatant insults and annoyance. With an amused grin, she eased herself into a seat at the counter, glancing around for Jess.
"Hey," he said. His perfect annoyed smirk melting unwillingly into a nervous smile.
"Hey," she replied nervously, grinning like a fool as she searched for words of normality. "Um, Coffee!"
"Of course. How many gallons today?"
"Oh, just three, no student council meeting today."
"A day without a chance to change the world?"
"Yes, I'm sure Paris is devastated."
"Great humanitarian spirit."
"Oh, yes. Helping Paris get into college. Can you imagine if she got rejected? I can see her starting the next world war."
"I hope she's not focusing on chemistry."
Rory smiled. "I think politics calls her."
"Oh, well, then. That'll make no difference to this country whatsoever."
"She'll fit right in."
"Is she a chainsmoker? I can picture her as a chainsmoker."
"Not yet, I think, but it's coming. Either that or starting with the liquor by noon. Not out of the bottle, but like those fancy rich people with their fancy liquor glasses and ... "
"I'd like to see her liquored up."
"End up lying naked in the alley, tattooed?"
He cringed, "Bad image, Ror."
"Sorry." She downed her coffee and got up.
"Donut to go?"
"Sure," he handed it to her as she pulled out some money.
"Forget it."
"What?"
"On me."
"No."
"On Luke," he whispered, conspiratorily, leaning over the counter so his face was inches from hers.
"Fine." she said, moving half an inch closer. They grinned, and kissed -
"Hey, Rory."
Rory jumped, glancing over.
"Oh, hey Luke. Um, Okay. Well, I gotta go catch the bus." Luke glared at them a moment, then proceeded into the kitchen, with one more glance at Jess -
Who hurried around the counter and followed Rory to the door, grabbing her arm as she stepped outside. She turned, smiling goofily, and kissed him intensely.
"Ahem."
"Jesus fucking christ," Jess muttered, moving out of Taylor's way. "I'll walk you to the bus stop."
Glancing around nervously at the passersby, Rory took his hand with dancing eyes, and they walked on, chatting casually. As the bus pulled up, Jess pulled something out of his pocket, making sure that Rory didn't see, and when she pulled him close to kiss him goodbye, he placed it in her hand.
"A bookmark." She stated, looking at him ponderingly.
"Yeah." He avoided her eyes. "You strike me as the kind who doesnt like to dogear books."
She nodded, face expressionless, as she studied the slip of paper.
"Hey- You're going to miss your bus."
Rory snapped out of her reverie, "Oh, uh, right." She smiled serenely and kissed him on the cheek, her smile exploded into a quick uncontrollable grin that flashed at him momentarily before she ran to the bus.
As she found a seat, she studied the bookmark. On one side, in careful writing, the quote:
"You're lucky if you get time to sneeze in this goddamn phenomenal world."
- JD Salinger
She looked at the quote, and knew why he'd chosen it. Only Jess would choose something that would make people think, Well okay but? And Jess would choose a quote which she'd have to hide at school, they'd gasp at the word "goddamn" at Chilton. Rebellious, obscure, and saying so much. Ahh, Jess, she thought. Phenomenal world.
On the other side, in ink, shapes and designs weaving all over the paper, and she smiled to think of Jess sitting at home making this. A simple gift, yet so deliberate. She pulled out her book - One Hundred Years of Solitude - and took out the Borders bookmark, replacing it with Jess's. Before closing the book, she read the quote once more, and let her mind drift peacefully.
i now own massive amounts of coffee after 2 days without. I also own a yet unread copy of Gertrude Stein's GMP. i do not own much else, and particularly not these characters.
Just rory and jess stuff in this one.
lovely ep yesterday, eh? (thanksgiving one)
and so i'll meander my way past that in this story, and other characters will have confrontations and issues. Who knows. I have writers block again. Damn it all to hell.
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Wednesday
Rory, slowly and methodically, walked to Luke's alone. The phone had rung at a preposterous hour that morning, Michel haughtily begging Lorelai to hurry up and deal with whatever supposed disaster was awakening at the inn. So she was alone. The awkwardness of her new relationship with Jess was disconcerting enough when her mother was along, but somehow the restricting presence of Others, and Lorelai's amused teasing made things at least predictable and protected.
She wondered how long it would be so awkward. They'd gotten the kissing thing down, but were still adjusting to kissing when the saw each other instead of looking away embarassed. Well, they still did that often enough anyway. Not only the awkwardness of a new relationship, of being able to think of Jess like that, of not having to feel guilty - But also the presence of the whole town always watching, and Rory feeling like a bitch for immediately being involved with someone else after breaking up with Dean. But it wasn't like that, she thought. She and Dean were over a long time ago, and by the time it was official she was ready to move on. Hard to explain that, though, without also admitting that she'd been leading Dean on by trying to make things work when they just couldn't anymore.
But - But, she thought - She really had hoped. Rory sighed, frowning. No, it was impossible to make it understood. And it felt right to be with Jess, that was what mattered - In a few weeks the particulars would fade away, and what made a difference was whether she followed what she believed was right and natural at the time.
But as much as she enjoyed the nervousness and excitement she felt in seeing Jess now, she also wanted the conversation and brainsex that drew her to him in the first place. The relationship that was more than just the flutteriness and romance of Dean for her, more than just the making out of Shane for him.
Luke was standing by Kirk's table, rolling his eyes and gritting his teeth, but refraining from blatant insults and annoyance. With an amused grin, she eased herself into a seat at the counter, glancing around for Jess.
"Hey," he said. His perfect annoyed smirk melting unwillingly into a nervous smile.
"Hey," she replied nervously, grinning like a fool as she searched for words of normality. "Um, Coffee!"
"Of course. How many gallons today?"
"Oh, just three, no student council meeting today."
"A day without a chance to change the world?"
"Yes, I'm sure Paris is devastated."
"Great humanitarian spirit."
"Oh, yes. Helping Paris get into college. Can you imagine if she got rejected? I can see her starting the next world war."
"I hope she's not focusing on chemistry."
Rory smiled. "I think politics calls her."
"Oh, well, then. That'll make no difference to this country whatsoever."
"She'll fit right in."
"Is she a chainsmoker? I can picture her as a chainsmoker."
"Not yet, I think, but it's coming. Either that or starting with the liquor by noon. Not out of the bottle, but like those fancy rich people with their fancy liquor glasses and ... "
"I'd like to see her liquored up."
"End up lying naked in the alley, tattooed?"
He cringed, "Bad image, Ror."
"Sorry." She downed her coffee and got up.
"Donut to go?"
"Sure," he handed it to her as she pulled out some money.
"Forget it."
"What?"
"On me."
"No."
"On Luke," he whispered, conspiratorily, leaning over the counter so his face was inches from hers.
"Fine." she said, moving half an inch closer. They grinned, and kissed -
"Hey, Rory."
Rory jumped, glancing over.
"Oh, hey Luke. Um, Okay. Well, I gotta go catch the bus." Luke glared at them a moment, then proceeded into the kitchen, with one more glance at Jess -
Who hurried around the counter and followed Rory to the door, grabbing her arm as she stepped outside. She turned, smiling goofily, and kissed him intensely.
"Ahem."
"Jesus fucking christ," Jess muttered, moving out of Taylor's way. "I'll walk you to the bus stop."
Glancing around nervously at the passersby, Rory took his hand with dancing eyes, and they walked on, chatting casually. As the bus pulled up, Jess pulled something out of his pocket, making sure that Rory didn't see, and when she pulled him close to kiss him goodbye, he placed it in her hand.
"A bookmark." She stated, looking at him ponderingly.
"Yeah." He avoided her eyes. "You strike me as the kind who doesnt like to dogear books."
She nodded, face expressionless, as she studied the slip of paper.
"Hey- You're going to miss your bus."
Rory snapped out of her reverie, "Oh, uh, right." She smiled serenely and kissed him on the cheek, her smile exploded into a quick uncontrollable grin that flashed at him momentarily before she ran to the bus.
As she found a seat, she studied the bookmark. On one side, in careful writing, the quote:
"You're lucky if you get time to sneeze in this goddamn phenomenal world."
- JD Salinger
She looked at the quote, and knew why he'd chosen it. Only Jess would choose something that would make people think, Well okay but? And Jess would choose a quote which she'd have to hide at school, they'd gasp at the word "goddamn" at Chilton. Rebellious, obscure, and saying so much. Ahh, Jess, she thought. Phenomenal world.
On the other side, in ink, shapes and designs weaving all over the paper, and she smiled to think of Jess sitting at home making this. A simple gift, yet so deliberate. She pulled out her book - One Hundred Years of Solitude - and took out the Borders bookmark, replacing it with Jess's. Before closing the book, she read the quote once more, and let her mind drift peacefully.