A blow up or two on the bridge
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Rory looked up at her mother through the veil of tears that were clouding her vision. "I, I have to..to, go." She walked away, as if in a daze, she dropped her phone, not even noticing.
Lorelai was worried but she knew not to confront Rory. Rory hadn't dealt with her thoughts and feeling about Tristan just stored them in the back of her mind. Lorelai didn't know if Tristan was the father of Rory's babies, but she thought so. At first when the doctor told them they had looked at Jess who had shaken head sadly. A few years ago she would have never wanted Rory to get involved with Jess, but when he had shaken his head that night she had decide that they would go good together. The good girl and bad boy of Stars Hallow together, that would make Taylor pee his pants.
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Rory was walking quickly, not even realizing where she was going, forgetting her plans to see Jess. She walked blindly, finally stopping and looking around, she realized she was at the bridge. She searched her mind quickly, remembering two vital moments on that dock. One with Tristan, and one with Jess. The time with Tristan had been during 10th grade, a few weeks before they had know about the play. . She had never told anyone about that day. She had been sitting on the bridge reading a book of Shakespeare verses. She had knew he was approaching, but payed no attention. Silently reading "Romeo, Romeo....". He sat down beside her, not making a sound.
"What are you doing here?" She asked, the anger and worry not seeping into her voice.
"I wanted to see you."
"You would have seen me tomorrow at school."
"I'm not going to school tomorrow." he said he had a hint of scorn in his voice.
"Why not?"
"Don't want to. You hate me, so why should I ? I don't have any friends at that place."
"I don't hate you. And you have lots of friends."
"Like who Rory? The guys I sit with at lunch? The sluts I date? Paris? Really Rory, I wanna know. Don't stand there and look at me like I'm some fucking lost puppy. Tell me Rory. Who are my friends?" His voice escalated until he was screaming, and tears were running down his cheeks.
She could tell he was hurt. She had never seen him cry, never. Until then she couldn't even imagine tears streaming down from those beautiful crestfallen baby blue eyes. She didnt know what to do. So she did the only thing she could think of, she embraced him in her arms, he was stiff at first but then relaxed.
"You have me. Tristan You have me." she whispered into his ear.
He composed himself and invited her to his house, to watch a movie he said. She had agreed, not wanting him to have to be alone. When they got there they didn't watch a movie, they never got to it. They kissed and one thing lead to another. They hadn't ever spoken of it afterward, he said it had been a mistake, that she should leave and forgot him, he wasn't right for her, never would be. So when she had seen him in the book store she had wanted to prove him wrong, that they could go together. She had never gotten the chance, he had been gone when she woke up.
And the time with Jess on the bridge was also one she remembered well. He had out bid Dean at the basket auction. She remembered why she had finally gone with him, he had said something that had made her want to crack up.
"The person who buys the basket wins the company of the person who makes the basket for lunch. Basket, basket maker, guy who didn't bring enough money." he had told her, looking at Dean during that last comment. She didnt know why but it had seemed funny to her and so she thought to herself, that she wanted to go, to get to know Jess.
She was brought back to reality by the same person of whom she had just been thinking of.
"Hey Ror? What's a matter? Your mom said you got a phone call and left in tears."
"Nothings wrong Jess."
"Like hell nothing's wrong Rory. You don't cry for no reason. I've known you for a few years Rory. I know when something is wrong. So who called you?"
"Tristan's brother. I'm meeting him tomorrow at the diner after school. By the way I need to figure out a lesson plan, will you help me?" It was amazing how fast and naturally she could change subjects.
"What?"
"Lesson plan, I mean it is the first day so it doesn't need to be formal, maybe just a list of 'get to know each other games.'"
"Yeah I'll help. What about Tristan's brother.?"
"Oh. Caleb? He seemed nice."
"Rory."
"What? Do I have to tell you everything? God Jess. This is hard for me. I didn't even know he had a brother. I knew nothing about him. Both times we were together he was up and gone the next day. Do you know how that felt? To be left? Twice? And now I have to meet the brother who he never thought to mention to me. And do you know what his brother told me? That Tristan loved me." Seeing the look on Jesses face she went on. "Yeah, He told me that. Caleb did. Not Tristan, Tristan should have told me. But he didn't. Caleb did. And that hurt, having someone else tell me. At the same time it was such a relief. I didn't know if he really did. I slept with him twice and I didnt know if he loved me. What's that say about me Jess? Huh? What?" she was getting quieter as she talked.
"That you loved him." She raised one eyebrow and started to smirk. "You did Ror, then and now. You love him. And I can see it."
"But what about me and you?"
"You and I"
"Jess, don't start getting all grammatically correct on me now. You know there's something here, between us. Don't you feel it?"
"Yeah Ror, I do. And even though I know you love Tristan, I know that maybe someday you can love me too. I'm okay with how we are now. We'll take life as it comes."
"When did you get so smart?" She asked, humor glimmering in her eyes.
"About the same time I met this amazingly striking girl in my uncles diner." He winked at her "So, will you let me walk you home? It's getting dark and we have to be up early tomorrow."
"Lets go Dodger."
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Rory looked up at her mother through the veil of tears that were clouding her vision. "I, I have to..to, go." She walked away, as if in a daze, she dropped her phone, not even noticing.
Lorelai was worried but she knew not to confront Rory. Rory hadn't dealt with her thoughts and feeling about Tristan just stored them in the back of her mind. Lorelai didn't know if Tristan was the father of Rory's babies, but she thought so. At first when the doctor told them they had looked at Jess who had shaken head sadly. A few years ago she would have never wanted Rory to get involved with Jess, but when he had shaken his head that night she had decide that they would go good together. The good girl and bad boy of Stars Hallow together, that would make Taylor pee his pants.
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Rory was walking quickly, not even realizing where she was going, forgetting her plans to see Jess. She walked blindly, finally stopping and looking around, she realized she was at the bridge. She searched her mind quickly, remembering two vital moments on that dock. One with Tristan, and one with Jess. The time with Tristan had been during 10th grade, a few weeks before they had know about the play. . She had never told anyone about that day. She had been sitting on the bridge reading a book of Shakespeare verses. She had knew he was approaching, but payed no attention. Silently reading "Romeo, Romeo....". He sat down beside her, not making a sound.
"What are you doing here?" She asked, the anger and worry not seeping into her voice.
"I wanted to see you."
"You would have seen me tomorrow at school."
"I'm not going to school tomorrow." he said he had a hint of scorn in his voice.
"Why not?"
"Don't want to. You hate me, so why should I ? I don't have any friends at that place."
"I don't hate you. And you have lots of friends."
"Like who Rory? The guys I sit with at lunch? The sluts I date? Paris? Really Rory, I wanna know. Don't stand there and look at me like I'm some fucking lost puppy. Tell me Rory. Who are my friends?" His voice escalated until he was screaming, and tears were running down his cheeks.
She could tell he was hurt. She had never seen him cry, never. Until then she couldn't even imagine tears streaming down from those beautiful crestfallen baby blue eyes. She didnt know what to do. So she did the only thing she could think of, she embraced him in her arms, he was stiff at first but then relaxed.
"You have me. Tristan You have me." she whispered into his ear.
He composed himself and invited her to his house, to watch a movie he said. She had agreed, not wanting him to have to be alone. When they got there they didn't watch a movie, they never got to it. They kissed and one thing lead to another. They hadn't ever spoken of it afterward, he said it had been a mistake, that she should leave and forgot him, he wasn't right for her, never would be. So when she had seen him in the book store she had wanted to prove him wrong, that they could go together. She had never gotten the chance, he had been gone when she woke up.
And the time with Jess on the bridge was also one she remembered well. He had out bid Dean at the basket auction. She remembered why she had finally gone with him, he had said something that had made her want to crack up.
"The person who buys the basket wins the company of the person who makes the basket for lunch. Basket, basket maker, guy who didn't bring enough money." he had told her, looking at Dean during that last comment. She didnt know why but it had seemed funny to her and so she thought to herself, that she wanted to go, to get to know Jess.
She was brought back to reality by the same person of whom she had just been thinking of.
"Hey Ror? What's a matter? Your mom said you got a phone call and left in tears."
"Nothings wrong Jess."
"Like hell nothing's wrong Rory. You don't cry for no reason. I've known you for a few years Rory. I know when something is wrong. So who called you?"
"Tristan's brother. I'm meeting him tomorrow at the diner after school. By the way I need to figure out a lesson plan, will you help me?" It was amazing how fast and naturally she could change subjects.
"What?"
"Lesson plan, I mean it is the first day so it doesn't need to be formal, maybe just a list of 'get to know each other games.'"
"Yeah I'll help. What about Tristan's brother.?"
"Oh. Caleb? He seemed nice."
"Rory."
"What? Do I have to tell you everything? God Jess. This is hard for me. I didn't even know he had a brother. I knew nothing about him. Both times we were together he was up and gone the next day. Do you know how that felt? To be left? Twice? And now I have to meet the brother who he never thought to mention to me. And do you know what his brother told me? That Tristan loved me." Seeing the look on Jesses face she went on. "Yeah, He told me that. Caleb did. Not Tristan, Tristan should have told me. But he didn't. Caleb did. And that hurt, having someone else tell me. At the same time it was such a relief. I didn't know if he really did. I slept with him twice and I didnt know if he loved me. What's that say about me Jess? Huh? What?" she was getting quieter as she talked.
"That you loved him." She raised one eyebrow and started to smirk. "You did Ror, then and now. You love him. And I can see it."
"But what about me and you?"
"You and I"
"Jess, don't start getting all grammatically correct on me now. You know there's something here, between us. Don't you feel it?"
"Yeah Ror, I do. And even though I know you love Tristan, I know that maybe someday you can love me too. I'm okay with how we are now. We'll take life as it comes."
"When did you get so smart?" She asked, humor glimmering in her eyes.
"About the same time I met this amazingly striking girl in my uncles diner." He winked at her "So, will you let me walk you home? It's getting dark and we have to be up early tomorrow."
"Lets go Dodger."
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