"What the hell are you doing here?"
"I'm doing really good, what about you?" Jess answered, witty.
"Oh, don't play the smart-ass card with me!' She paused. "So you're the new projectionist who I have to work with every week-end. That's just great." Rory finished, sarcastically.
"I guess so." Jess began to feel uneasy. When he got the job, Paul had told him that his co-worker's name was Rory Gilmore. Surprised at first, he then figured it would be an amazing chance to make amends and try to rebuild their friendship, into something more maybe. But seeing how she responded to his arrival, he now understood that he might have been wrong.
Rory sighed and began to nonchalantly explain his tasks to Jess.
"The first thing you need to do when you come in each morning is to check if everything was closed correctly the night before."
Her indifference was hurting Jess more than if she would've yelled at him for being such a jerk. At least he would've known what she was thinking. Now she was so closed, so formal. He nodded at everything she explained him, taking mental notes, trying to avoid thinking how beautiful she had gotten. When she reached the cutting room where they installed the previews before the features, he stopped her.
"Yeah, I already know how to do this. I've worked in an editing studio for the past two years."
"Oh, ok."
Her explanations over, they got to work in silence. When she couldn't stand her furious thoughts roaming in her mind silently, she went to the CD player, inserted a disk in and "Limp" by Fiona Apple crept out the speakers. Jess shuddered. Was she that angry with him? The choice of song could only represent how much she hated him right now.
The rest of the day was slow and intolerable. They set the films and projected them, they quietly listened to music, drank coffee and read.
No matter how mad Rory was at Jess for coming back in her life, uninvited, after showing no vital signs for 3 whole years, her feelings for him resurfaced in an instant. The way his gaze always paused on her when he looked around the room sent shivers down her spine. Sometimes, when she turned her back to him. She could feel his eyes travelling up and down her body. The confined space and the unbearable heat made things difficult for Rory. However, she was keeping her self-control and was able to look indifferent.
At 5:30, when they were preparing the machines for the evening staff, Jess decided to break the ice.
"What are you thinking about?" he said when he noticed how pensive she was.
"'The Grapes of Wrath'" she answered, bitterly.
"Ok, ok" Jess said seriously, clearing his throat before he carried on. "We have got stop this cold war thing going on here. I have spent the last years torturing myself, constantly thinking about you. You don't know how happy I was when I found out I would see you again. But these last few hours have been like hell, even more painful than not seeing you at all, if such thing is possible. Your indifference, your coldness. I can't stand it, Rory!"
"And what about me?" Rory yelled back, stung. "You rejected me. Why didn't you call back -oh I swear I always thought I would never be the girl whining because "he" didn't call. But here I am. Why have you left me thinking I wasn't worthy of you, that you didn't care? Do you know how much THAT hurt?"
Jess inhaled. "I DO know because that's how I felt. I didn't want to be friends with you and have to listen to you talking about Dean or Matthew. I wanted to BE Dean and Matthew."
Rory's eyes widened. Before Jess knew it, her lips were pressed hard on his. All the blood travelling through his body went straight to his groin area. Rory grabbed his neck and took his wrist with her other hand. Jess licked her lower lip, urging her to open her mouth. When she finally did, he circled her waist with one arm and stroked her hair. She pressed her heated body to his, losing herself in the sensation. When he accidentally brushed her breast with his fingers, Rory moaned, causing Jess to stop all he was doing. He opened his eyes to take a look at her.
Her mouth was slightly open, her lips, vermilion and swollen. Her cheeks were burning hot and she wasn't blinking. Her gaze was fixed on Jess and when their eyes locked, she exhaled heavily. Slowly, she escaped his embrace and turned around, rearranging her hair. She picked up her bag, ready to leave. When he was able to move again, he did the same and they both walked down to the entrance of the Rialto. Before she walked her way, Jess asked:
"You were reading the book I gave you?"
"It's a good book." She smiled a sincere smile and then turned around and walked away. As he walked back to his apartment, Jess knew they were okay.
A/N: Damn! Someone gave away my idea of the sex in the projection room! You guys still want it even if the surprised is ruined? Just tell me. Thanks for the reviews, keep on reading. Anything wrong with my story, anything good, just go ahead, spit it out!
Here are the lyrics to the Fiona Apple song, if any of you are curious.
You wanna make me sick; You wanna lick my wounds, Don't you baby? You want the badge of honour when you save my hide But you're the one in the way Of the day of doom, baby If you need my shame to reclaim your pride And when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists I never did anything to you man But no matter what I try You'll beat me with your bitter lies So call me crazy, hold me down Make me cry; get off now baby- It won't be long till you'll be Lying limp in your own hand You feed the beast I have within me You wave the red flag baby you make it run run run Standing on the sidelines waving and grinning You fondle my trigger, then you blame my gun And when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists I never did anything to you, man But no matter what I try You'll beat me with your bitter lies So call me crazy, hold me down Make me cry; get off now, baby- It won't be long till you'll be Lying limp in your own hand
"I'm doing really good, what about you?" Jess answered, witty.
"Oh, don't play the smart-ass card with me!' She paused. "So you're the new projectionist who I have to work with every week-end. That's just great." Rory finished, sarcastically.
"I guess so." Jess began to feel uneasy. When he got the job, Paul had told him that his co-worker's name was Rory Gilmore. Surprised at first, he then figured it would be an amazing chance to make amends and try to rebuild their friendship, into something more maybe. But seeing how she responded to his arrival, he now understood that he might have been wrong.
Rory sighed and began to nonchalantly explain his tasks to Jess.
"The first thing you need to do when you come in each morning is to check if everything was closed correctly the night before."
Her indifference was hurting Jess more than if she would've yelled at him for being such a jerk. At least he would've known what she was thinking. Now she was so closed, so formal. He nodded at everything she explained him, taking mental notes, trying to avoid thinking how beautiful she had gotten. When she reached the cutting room where they installed the previews before the features, he stopped her.
"Yeah, I already know how to do this. I've worked in an editing studio for the past two years."
"Oh, ok."
Her explanations over, they got to work in silence. When she couldn't stand her furious thoughts roaming in her mind silently, she went to the CD player, inserted a disk in and "Limp" by Fiona Apple crept out the speakers. Jess shuddered. Was she that angry with him? The choice of song could only represent how much she hated him right now.
The rest of the day was slow and intolerable. They set the films and projected them, they quietly listened to music, drank coffee and read.
No matter how mad Rory was at Jess for coming back in her life, uninvited, after showing no vital signs for 3 whole years, her feelings for him resurfaced in an instant. The way his gaze always paused on her when he looked around the room sent shivers down her spine. Sometimes, when she turned her back to him. She could feel his eyes travelling up and down her body. The confined space and the unbearable heat made things difficult for Rory. However, she was keeping her self-control and was able to look indifferent.
At 5:30, when they were preparing the machines for the evening staff, Jess decided to break the ice.
"What are you thinking about?" he said when he noticed how pensive she was.
"'The Grapes of Wrath'" she answered, bitterly.
"Ok, ok" Jess said seriously, clearing his throat before he carried on. "We have got stop this cold war thing going on here. I have spent the last years torturing myself, constantly thinking about you. You don't know how happy I was when I found out I would see you again. But these last few hours have been like hell, even more painful than not seeing you at all, if such thing is possible. Your indifference, your coldness. I can't stand it, Rory!"
"And what about me?" Rory yelled back, stung. "You rejected me. Why didn't you call back -oh I swear I always thought I would never be the girl whining because "he" didn't call. But here I am. Why have you left me thinking I wasn't worthy of you, that you didn't care? Do you know how much THAT hurt?"
Jess inhaled. "I DO know because that's how I felt. I didn't want to be friends with you and have to listen to you talking about Dean or Matthew. I wanted to BE Dean and Matthew."
Rory's eyes widened. Before Jess knew it, her lips were pressed hard on his. All the blood travelling through his body went straight to his groin area. Rory grabbed his neck and took his wrist with her other hand. Jess licked her lower lip, urging her to open her mouth. When she finally did, he circled her waist with one arm and stroked her hair. She pressed her heated body to his, losing herself in the sensation. When he accidentally brushed her breast with his fingers, Rory moaned, causing Jess to stop all he was doing. He opened his eyes to take a look at her.
Her mouth was slightly open, her lips, vermilion and swollen. Her cheeks were burning hot and she wasn't blinking. Her gaze was fixed on Jess and when their eyes locked, she exhaled heavily. Slowly, she escaped his embrace and turned around, rearranging her hair. She picked up her bag, ready to leave. When he was able to move again, he did the same and they both walked down to the entrance of the Rialto. Before she walked her way, Jess asked:
"You were reading the book I gave you?"
"It's a good book." She smiled a sincere smile and then turned around and walked away. As he walked back to his apartment, Jess knew they were okay.
A/N: Damn! Someone gave away my idea of the sex in the projection room! You guys still want it even if the surprised is ruined? Just tell me. Thanks for the reviews, keep on reading. Anything wrong with my story, anything good, just go ahead, spit it out!
Here are the lyrics to the Fiona Apple song, if any of you are curious.
You wanna make me sick; You wanna lick my wounds, Don't you baby? You want the badge of honour when you save my hide But you're the one in the way Of the day of doom, baby If you need my shame to reclaim your pride And when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists I never did anything to you man But no matter what I try You'll beat me with your bitter lies So call me crazy, hold me down Make me cry; get off now baby- It won't be long till you'll be Lying limp in your own hand You feed the beast I have within me You wave the red flag baby you make it run run run Standing on the sidelines waving and grinning You fondle my trigger, then you blame my gun And when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists I never did anything to you, man But no matter what I try You'll beat me with your bitter lies So call me crazy, hold me down Make me cry; get off now, baby- It won't be long till you'll be Lying limp in your own hand