*Hey y'all. I am thinking about two or three more chapters in this story.
If I go on
I don't know how good it might be: It'll be drawn out. So just send me a review on
what you think. Thanks again to all of my faithful reviewers. I just realized that
Jess and Jamie had the same first letter so in my story Jamie is J and Jess is J. I did
not change it in earlier chapters. Crap! I'm gonna go back and do that now. Bye
y'all*
(Late afternoon, Rory and Paris' apartment, Paris and Jamie are entering carrying bags
and cups of coffee)
P: (opening the door) And then he said..(seeing Rory)
R: (asleep on the couch, sitting up with tissues and coffee cups around)
Ja: Wow what happened here? It looks like Bosnia.
P: She is reading the book
Ja: The book that we bought the other day?
P: Yeah
Ja: I have been reading that book a little. Really good writing, seems like a perfect girl
P: It was her.
Ja: It was about Rory?
P: Yeah. Everyone told her he loved her but I guess it'll take this to open her eyes to it.
not the way that I would like to find out but at least she found out
Ja: Some guys are not as good with their feelings as I am
P: That's the truth
(Jamie and Paris kiss)
R: You guys make me sick! (*my friend says that all of the time hehe!*)
Ja and Paris: (jump apart)
P: Hey there Rory. Sorry we woke you up.
R: Well I needed to get up.(sniffing) Coffee.one of you has coffee. Who has it! I
want it!
P: Rory I think you need to go to your bed and get some more sleep
R: I think I want some coffee!
P: Okay. Here you go.
Ja: Why did you give it to her?
P: You know the scene from the Exorcist where Linda Blair barfs up slime and her head
spins around?
Ja: Yeah
P: Well they got that from Rory and they even toned it down a bit. (*I know that that is
almost the same line as in the car crash episode, but I like it*)
Ja: Oh alright
P: Well Rory we were just coming by to drop off our bags and then go to the florist so
Are you gonna be OK?
R: I'm gonna be great. Bye
Ja: Bye
P: Bye
(they leave)
R: (sits down to read her book)
J: (in voiceover) One night Louie set it up so that Leigh would tutor me. I didn't really
need tutoring I just had that "too cool for school" vibe. But she was to come to the diner
anyways. That night she came over and we studied for a while. I clowned around, doing
card tricks and writing down song lyrics instead of sonnets. I still can't listen to Gun of
Brixton or a Clash song for that matter without reminiscing. By about nine we were both
restless from hours of studying. So I uttered those fateful words, damn I sound so melo-
dramatic. But I said that we needed to go get ice cream in cones. We couldn't just stay
there and eat any old ice cream. We needed to go out.
Once in the car we were having a great time. We had just gotten ice cream and
now were driving back to Luke's. In this car ride I learned more about her hopes and
dreams. She wanted to go to Harvard and become an oversees correspondent. I said that
the job seemed a little rough for her. After all, she was perfectly naïve to the outside
world. She seemed to get nervous at the thought that she might not be able to do it. I
offered to drive screaming at her in a foreign language. She seemed to like that.
We reached the left turn for Louie's. I decided to take and chance and say
"Of course, I could turn right and then we'd just be driving around in circles for
while.
To my surprise she answered, "Turn right."
For the next five minutes we drove around and argued over movies and music.
It was another one of the most perfect moments of my life. But perfect cannot stay
perfect forever. Something ran out in the middle of the road. Cat, Rat, Dog, Opossum,
Giraffe.I don't know. If I ever knew what it was I would make sure that the species
was extinct. The creature ran out into the middle of the road and I swerved to avoid.
Leigh's car, the one that Golden Boy made for her, went crashing head long into the
sign out in front of the supermarket. I was safe; all I had was a scratch across my hand.
But Leigh's hand was twisted in an odd angle and I cried. I had not cried since I was
seven and my mother forgot my birthday. I called the paramedics and they came to
pick her up. Only once I knew that she was safe did I leave. I couldn't bear to stay here
any longer. So I waited until Louie came and told me it was time to go. I knew that I
had to leave. So that night I left. Left the town I hated and the girl I loved.
I thought that I had gotten rid of her. I thought that if she was out of sight then
she would be out of mind. Not a week after I got to New York, she came to see me. Her
perfect school record broken for me. We spent a great afternoon together. We went and
ate at a hot dog stand and then went to a really awesome music store. But of course,
the day ended and she had to go back to her life. And I had to go back to mine.
That was the last time I ever saw her. My Uncle Louie and I still stayed in touch
All the time I was in high school and I got all the news on her. She became vice-
president on the student council and got into her dream school. But once I went to
college we lost touch. I talked to him probably once at Christmas and once a summer,
but that was. And I not trying to sound too eager, never asked about her.
Upon looking and reflecting, we were perfect for each other. Upon looking and
reflecting, we could have made it. Upon looking and reflecting, I still love her just the
way that I did then. She may not have changed because of my presence in her life
but I surely have. I stopped drinking and smoking all together (she hated that) and I
have not dated since. Who knows, she may be married, with seven kids living in a
trailer and working as a gossip columnist for the local newspaper. She may be the most
eligible bachelorette in Hartford. She may be married to him, living out the high
school, first love dream. But she may be outside my door right now, waiting for me..
but maybe not.
R: (jumping off the couch, pulling on a pair of platform sandals and a orange raincoat
over pink pig pajamas.)
I don't know how good it might be: It'll be drawn out. So just send me a review on
what you think. Thanks again to all of my faithful reviewers. I just realized that
Jess and Jamie had the same first letter so in my story Jamie is J and Jess is J. I did
not change it in earlier chapters. Crap! I'm gonna go back and do that now. Bye
y'all*
(Late afternoon, Rory and Paris' apartment, Paris and Jamie are entering carrying bags
and cups of coffee)
P: (opening the door) And then he said..(seeing Rory)
R: (asleep on the couch, sitting up with tissues and coffee cups around)
Ja: Wow what happened here? It looks like Bosnia.
P: She is reading the book
Ja: The book that we bought the other day?
P: Yeah
Ja: I have been reading that book a little. Really good writing, seems like a perfect girl
P: It was her.
Ja: It was about Rory?
P: Yeah. Everyone told her he loved her but I guess it'll take this to open her eyes to it.
not the way that I would like to find out but at least she found out
Ja: Some guys are not as good with their feelings as I am
P: That's the truth
(Jamie and Paris kiss)
R: You guys make me sick! (*my friend says that all of the time hehe!*)
Ja and Paris: (jump apart)
P: Hey there Rory. Sorry we woke you up.
R: Well I needed to get up.(sniffing) Coffee.one of you has coffee. Who has it! I
want it!
P: Rory I think you need to go to your bed and get some more sleep
R: I think I want some coffee!
P: Okay. Here you go.
Ja: Why did you give it to her?
P: You know the scene from the Exorcist where Linda Blair barfs up slime and her head
spins around?
Ja: Yeah
P: Well they got that from Rory and they even toned it down a bit. (*I know that that is
almost the same line as in the car crash episode, but I like it*)
Ja: Oh alright
P: Well Rory we were just coming by to drop off our bags and then go to the florist so
Are you gonna be OK?
R: I'm gonna be great. Bye
Ja: Bye
P: Bye
(they leave)
R: (sits down to read her book)
J: (in voiceover) One night Louie set it up so that Leigh would tutor me. I didn't really
need tutoring I just had that "too cool for school" vibe. But she was to come to the diner
anyways. That night she came over and we studied for a while. I clowned around, doing
card tricks and writing down song lyrics instead of sonnets. I still can't listen to Gun of
Brixton or a Clash song for that matter without reminiscing. By about nine we were both
restless from hours of studying. So I uttered those fateful words, damn I sound so melo-
dramatic. But I said that we needed to go get ice cream in cones. We couldn't just stay
there and eat any old ice cream. We needed to go out.
Once in the car we were having a great time. We had just gotten ice cream and
now were driving back to Luke's. In this car ride I learned more about her hopes and
dreams. She wanted to go to Harvard and become an oversees correspondent. I said that
the job seemed a little rough for her. After all, she was perfectly naïve to the outside
world. She seemed to get nervous at the thought that she might not be able to do it. I
offered to drive screaming at her in a foreign language. She seemed to like that.
We reached the left turn for Louie's. I decided to take and chance and say
"Of course, I could turn right and then we'd just be driving around in circles for
while.
To my surprise she answered, "Turn right."
For the next five minutes we drove around and argued over movies and music.
It was another one of the most perfect moments of my life. But perfect cannot stay
perfect forever. Something ran out in the middle of the road. Cat, Rat, Dog, Opossum,
Giraffe.I don't know. If I ever knew what it was I would make sure that the species
was extinct. The creature ran out into the middle of the road and I swerved to avoid.
Leigh's car, the one that Golden Boy made for her, went crashing head long into the
sign out in front of the supermarket. I was safe; all I had was a scratch across my hand.
But Leigh's hand was twisted in an odd angle and I cried. I had not cried since I was
seven and my mother forgot my birthday. I called the paramedics and they came to
pick her up. Only once I knew that she was safe did I leave. I couldn't bear to stay here
any longer. So I waited until Louie came and told me it was time to go. I knew that I
had to leave. So that night I left. Left the town I hated and the girl I loved.
I thought that I had gotten rid of her. I thought that if she was out of sight then
she would be out of mind. Not a week after I got to New York, she came to see me. Her
perfect school record broken for me. We spent a great afternoon together. We went and
ate at a hot dog stand and then went to a really awesome music store. But of course,
the day ended and she had to go back to her life. And I had to go back to mine.
That was the last time I ever saw her. My Uncle Louie and I still stayed in touch
All the time I was in high school and I got all the news on her. She became vice-
president on the student council and got into her dream school. But once I went to
college we lost touch. I talked to him probably once at Christmas and once a summer,
but that was. And I not trying to sound too eager, never asked about her.
Upon looking and reflecting, we were perfect for each other. Upon looking and
reflecting, we could have made it. Upon looking and reflecting, I still love her just the
way that I did then. She may not have changed because of my presence in her life
but I surely have. I stopped drinking and smoking all together (she hated that) and I
have not dated since. Who knows, she may be married, with seven kids living in a
trailer and working as a gossip columnist for the local newspaper. She may be the most
eligible bachelorette in Hartford. She may be married to him, living out the high
school, first love dream. But she may be outside my door right now, waiting for me..
but maybe not.
R: (jumping off the couch, pulling on a pair of platform sandals and a orange raincoat
over pink pig pajamas.)