Title: Just a Boy
Author: silver blood
Summary: Jess is 22, and a writer. He and Rory broke up when she went away to
Harvard, and it was very painful and dramatic. This is the story from his point of view.
So here it is: the story of Jess and Rory. TOTAL LITERATI. JAVAJUNKIE
UNDERTONES.
New York was my home. I lived there from the time I was born until I was 17. It was the
one place that I had ever wanted to be. I would sit in the park for hours, until twilight
overtook me, just reading and writing.
At the young age of sixteen I met the girl that I thought I would spend the rest of my life
with. Her name was Jessica, and she was two years younger than me, and my best
friend's little sister. She made my life worth living, and I loved her very deeply, though I
never told her. I never really got a chance.
On September 11th, 2001, she died. I don't remember crying, though I'm sure I did. All I
remember is the worst kind of anger that I have ever experienced. The kind of hate that
would ruin families and start wars.
After she died, I changed. I hardened to a person that I barely knew. I didn't let anyone
inside, and I was sure that I would never love again. I started doing stupid things like
smoking, and drinking. Robbing mini-marts. I lost control of myself for once, and it felt
good, but it drove away those who cared about me. Even my own mother
Finally, she couldn't handle me anymore. She sent me to the smallest, most bull-shit
town I had ever seen, to live with my uncle, her estranged brother Luke. There I found
people that were sickeningly quirky. They were all extremely close, and it was obvious
that every one of them cared about all of the other people in the town deeply.
I was alone. Even my uncle, who had always been such a gruff person, loved, and was
loved unconditionally. They never even gave me a chance. I was automatically labeled a
'bad boy'. They never let me be a part of their family. And I hated them for it, and hated
myself almost more.
But I loved her.
The one thing that I loved in that town was Rory Gilmore.
The first time that I met Rory, I had barely been in Stars' Hollow for two days. I was
already used to the feeling of being completely alone, and ready to continue on that way
for the rest of my time there.
Her mother, Lorelai, just sixteen years older than Rory herself, was a good friend of my
uncle's. I wouldn't hesitate to say, from the moment that I met them, that they were just a
little bit in love.
I met Lorelai first, at the diner that Luke owned (we lived upstairs). She was a strange
woman, and extremely intriguing. Her beauty was striking, and it was obvious to me
from the moment I met her what Luke saw in her. She was an amazing person, and I must
admit that over the years I knew her, I grew to love her like she was my own mother.
So Lorelai invited Luke and I to her house for dinner, to get to know me better and
introduce me to her daughter, Rory. When I walked into their house (late, of course) I
wasn't at all surprised to find that I was out of place. There was not a single person there
that was worth getting to know.
Then there was Rory. She fascinated me from the moment I laid eyes on her. There is
something about Rory Gilmore that you have to understand; she radiates innocence. Not
just the way she dresses, or the way she smiles, but the look in her bright blue eyes that
warns you not to hurt her. It was a kind of innocence I had never seen before, for there
was no naiveté, only trust.
Author: silver blood
Summary: Jess is 22, and a writer. He and Rory broke up when she went away to
Harvard, and it was very painful and dramatic. This is the story from his point of view.
So here it is: the story of Jess and Rory. TOTAL LITERATI. JAVAJUNKIE
UNDERTONES.
New York was my home. I lived there from the time I was born until I was 17. It was the
one place that I had ever wanted to be. I would sit in the park for hours, until twilight
overtook me, just reading and writing.
At the young age of sixteen I met the girl that I thought I would spend the rest of my life
with. Her name was Jessica, and she was two years younger than me, and my best
friend's little sister. She made my life worth living, and I loved her very deeply, though I
never told her. I never really got a chance.
On September 11th, 2001, she died. I don't remember crying, though I'm sure I did. All I
remember is the worst kind of anger that I have ever experienced. The kind of hate that
would ruin families and start wars.
After she died, I changed. I hardened to a person that I barely knew. I didn't let anyone
inside, and I was sure that I would never love again. I started doing stupid things like
smoking, and drinking. Robbing mini-marts. I lost control of myself for once, and it felt
good, but it drove away those who cared about me. Even my own mother
Finally, she couldn't handle me anymore. She sent me to the smallest, most bull-shit
town I had ever seen, to live with my uncle, her estranged brother Luke. There I found
people that were sickeningly quirky. They were all extremely close, and it was obvious
that every one of them cared about all of the other people in the town deeply.
I was alone. Even my uncle, who had always been such a gruff person, loved, and was
loved unconditionally. They never even gave me a chance. I was automatically labeled a
'bad boy'. They never let me be a part of their family. And I hated them for it, and hated
myself almost more.
But I loved her.
The one thing that I loved in that town was Rory Gilmore.
The first time that I met Rory, I had barely been in Stars' Hollow for two days. I was
already used to the feeling of being completely alone, and ready to continue on that way
for the rest of my time there.
Her mother, Lorelai, just sixteen years older than Rory herself, was a good friend of my
uncle's. I wouldn't hesitate to say, from the moment that I met them, that they were just a
little bit in love.
I met Lorelai first, at the diner that Luke owned (we lived upstairs). She was a strange
woman, and extremely intriguing. Her beauty was striking, and it was obvious to me
from the moment I met her what Luke saw in her. She was an amazing person, and I must
admit that over the years I knew her, I grew to love her like she was my own mother.
So Lorelai invited Luke and I to her house for dinner, to get to know me better and
introduce me to her daughter, Rory. When I walked into their house (late, of course) I
wasn't at all surprised to find that I was out of place. There was not a single person there
that was worth getting to know.
Then there was Rory. She fascinated me from the moment I laid eyes on her. There is
something about Rory Gilmore that you have to understand; she radiates innocence. Not
just the way she dresses, or the way she smiles, but the look in her bright blue eyes that
warns you not to hurt her. It was a kind of innocence I had never seen before, for there
was no naiveté, only trust.