DISCLAIMER: Check Chp 1 or the Default Chp, whatever they're calling it. By
the way, I know I said the conversation is taken from Gilmore Girls and for
the most part, it is. . . just not the hi and hey thing between Shane and
Jess last chapter.
"What a wicked game we play."
Chris Isaak
Her eyes settled on the tops of the clouds pontifically suspended just below the plane's belly. The rays of light dancing on their white surfaces reminded her of the delicate threads of sun that had surrounded Jess and herself that day. It had, she mused smilingly, been an aureolic setting.
Her gaze returned to the almost blank sheet of paper before her. Almost blank. "Dear Jess" had embroidered that piece of paper for as long as she could remember now. Letters, she had received but she was yet to post one. There had been only one person with whom she had felt the need to communicate and she had not. She had spent hours staring at that white sheet, thoughts revolving in her brain and she still had not expressed them. Despite secluding herself in a closet while Paris had enjoyed the experience of a date for the first time, the words still would not come. It was past time now, though. In a few minutes, she would be on the ground, ending her sojourn away from Stars Hollow. A mixture of anxiety and excitement dominated her feelings.
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She was home and she felt. . .almost whole. Washington, she concluded, did nothing for her soul. Having agreed that they would go to the summer fair, her mother was allowing her time to change. She smiled as she looked at the dress she had chosen, hoping that it would suit her; hoping that he would like her appearance in it. She so desperately wanted to see him after weeks of deprivation that she could not be bothered with her mother's observation about her choice of clothing.
Now in the centre of the town, she frowned, her eyes taking in every detail around her. Disappointment filled her Perhaps she should have known better. Perhaps she should have known that he would not deign (she smiled) to make an appearance at such an event. Perhaps. her thought disintegrated at the sight assailing her senses.
Against a tree, in view of the entire town and probably oblivious to that fact as well, those same lips from which she had sipped were tangling passionately with another pair. Lacerated, she could not help but stare, the hurt silently wracking her body.
LORELAI:"Guess you dodged a bullet there, huh?"
RORY: "What do you mean?"
LORELAI: "I don't know. It seems kind of lucky that you didn't throw everything away for Jess when you see. . ."
RORY: "See what? What am I seeing?" She knew perfectly well what she was seeing but some part of her mind refused to acknowledge it; refused to realise that he was really doing this after everything that had happened.
LORELAI: "You're upset."
RORY: "No, I'm not upset." Who was she trying to fool? This was her mother, her best friend.
LORELAI: "Yes, you are upset. I know when you're upset 'cause you look like my mother."
RORY: "Thanks a lot."
LORELAI: "You like my mother."
RORY: "Yes, but you don't like your mother, so when you tell me that I look like your mother, it's not exactly a compliment."
LORELAI: "Honey, what is wrong?"
RORY: "Oh God!" What was wrong? What was so diabolically wrong was occurring metres away from them. Was it not obvious what was wrong?
LORELAI: "What is it?"
RORY: "It's that!"
LORELAI: "Jess?"
RORY: "Yes!"
LORELAI: "You're upset about Jess?"
RORY: "I said yes."
LORELAI: "Yes, it's Jess?"
RORY: "You're not being funny."
LORELAI: "It's not my fault that yes and Jess rhyme. Did I exploit the opportunity, of course I did, but . . .Rory, come on. I know you had this crush -"
RORY: "It wasn't a crush." Mayhap her mother thought she was denying its existence, but Rory knew it for what it was. "Crush" was so inadequate, such a deprecating word for what it was.
LORELAI: "Well, I thought it was over. I mean, you haven't talked to him since -"
RORY: "Sookie's wedding."
LORELAI: "You talked to him at Sookie's wedding?"
RORY: "Yes."
LORELAI: "He wasn't at Sookie's wedding."
RORY: "Yes, he was. He had just come back and he came to see me."
LORELAI: "Okay, so he crashed Sookie's wedding, and. . ."
RORY: "And nothing. He told me that he was back in town, that he'd moved back, and. ". . Her mother would freak. She knew it. Yet at the same time, it was deception and she already felt so guilty about so many things.
LORELAI: "What Rory? Come on."
RORY: "And we kissed, okay?"
LORELAI: "You kissed?"
RORY: "Yes." There. She had confessed, to the person least likely to be overjoyed about it.
LORELAI: "You kissed, like. . .you kissed?"
RORY: "Yes."
LORELAI: "Okay, who kissed who?"
RORY: "What does that matter?" Did she REALLY have to know?
LORELAI: "Because it matters. Did he kiss you, did you kiss each other, did you trip and your faces accidentally -" .
RORY: "I kissed him."
LORELAI: "Okay."
RORY: "And I don't know, I thought he came back here because he liked me or something, and I kissed him and he kissed me back, and now he's over there and I feel so stupid and. . .that girl isn't even his type and." It's true. She's not.
LORELAI: "Rory, what are you doing?"
RORY: "What do you mean, what am I doing? I'm ranting. You should recognize this, I learned it from you."
LORELAI: "Yeah, but you went to Sookie's wedding with. . .with Dean."
RORY: "I know."
LORELAI: "And then you ran off to have some thing with Jess."
RORY: "It was a kiss, not a thing." Did she have to demean it? It was a kiss, with Jess, which made it more than merely a kiss.
LORELAI: "A kiss is a thing."
RORY: "Well, it wasn't planned, it just happened."
LORELAI: "I can't believe it. All this time I'm thinking, 'She's with Dean.' "
RORY: "I am with Dean."
LORELAI: "No, Rory - kissing another guy is not being with Dean. Ask him, I bet he'd back me up on that."
RORY: "It was nothing." The proof of that was before her, jammed up against a poor, innocent tree.
LORELAI: "Well, then why are you so freaked out?"
RORY: "I'm not freaked out."
LORELAI: "Look, kid, you have gotta make up your mind. Jess, Dean, Jess, Dean - it's enough already. If you want Jess, that's fine - go get him, there he is. If you think that's the great love of your life, then great. . .grab a liver treat and a squeaky toy and run to him. Don't worry about that girl because I'm sure he will have moved onto somebody else in about an hour. But do something. Dean has been sweet and supportive and incredibly patient, and now you are officially treating him like dirt, and I'm sorry, but not only is that not you, he doesn't deserve that. God, I wish they knew another song!"
RORY: "I know all of this about Dean."
LORELAI: "You do?"
RORY: "Yes, I do. I know how great he is. I knew it before you did!"
LORELAI: "Well, knowing this has apparently not stopped you from dragging his heart all over this town."
RORY: "Not fair!" Her mother was attacking her! Her mother was attacking her on the day of her return from Washington, in the middle of the town!!
LORELAI: "Yes, fair, the fairest, the Snow White of fair."
RORY: "I don't wanna talk to you about this anymore." LORELAI: "Okay, listen, if you don't wanna be with Dean anymore, cut him loose. Let him find someone who does because this is just so. . .wrong!"
RORY: "All right, I get it, I . . .just stop!"
She wanted to run away. The images were still flowing through her mind, silver needles jabbing, weakening. She started to walk away, wanting nothing more than to curl up in her dim closet back in Washington. She had to be alone, she needed the solitude more than ever. The instantaneous joy that had filled her when she had finally found what she sought had converted immediately to shock, confusion and pain. Utter pain. The only true preoccupation she had had in Washington and now her first view of him was this? God, but she was a fool. The worst of it, though, was the fact that Dean had returned earlier than expected. She was forced to spend the day ambling with him, rather than feeling the intensity of Jess' dark gaze. Instead of the witty, stimulating conversation she had been anticipating, she was torturing herself with that one picture in her mind of him virtually plastered to her, whoever she was. She smiled at Dean. Any appearance of happiness on her part was sheer deception. He had really done this???? [pic]
"What a wicked game we play."
Chris Isaak
Her eyes settled on the tops of the clouds pontifically suspended just below the plane's belly. The rays of light dancing on their white surfaces reminded her of the delicate threads of sun that had surrounded Jess and herself that day. It had, she mused smilingly, been an aureolic setting.
Her gaze returned to the almost blank sheet of paper before her. Almost blank. "Dear Jess" had embroidered that piece of paper for as long as she could remember now. Letters, she had received but she was yet to post one. There had been only one person with whom she had felt the need to communicate and she had not. She had spent hours staring at that white sheet, thoughts revolving in her brain and she still had not expressed them. Despite secluding herself in a closet while Paris had enjoyed the experience of a date for the first time, the words still would not come. It was past time now, though. In a few minutes, she would be on the ground, ending her sojourn away from Stars Hollow. A mixture of anxiety and excitement dominated her feelings.
*******************
She was home and she felt. . .almost whole. Washington, she concluded, did nothing for her soul. Having agreed that they would go to the summer fair, her mother was allowing her time to change. She smiled as she looked at the dress she had chosen, hoping that it would suit her; hoping that he would like her appearance in it. She so desperately wanted to see him after weeks of deprivation that she could not be bothered with her mother's observation about her choice of clothing.
Now in the centre of the town, she frowned, her eyes taking in every detail around her. Disappointment filled her Perhaps she should have known better. Perhaps she should have known that he would not deign (she smiled) to make an appearance at such an event. Perhaps. her thought disintegrated at the sight assailing her senses.
Against a tree, in view of the entire town and probably oblivious to that fact as well, those same lips from which she had sipped were tangling passionately with another pair. Lacerated, she could not help but stare, the hurt silently wracking her body.
LORELAI:"Guess you dodged a bullet there, huh?"
RORY: "What do you mean?"
LORELAI: "I don't know. It seems kind of lucky that you didn't throw everything away for Jess when you see. . ."
RORY: "See what? What am I seeing?" She knew perfectly well what she was seeing but some part of her mind refused to acknowledge it; refused to realise that he was really doing this after everything that had happened.
LORELAI: "You're upset."
RORY: "No, I'm not upset." Who was she trying to fool? This was her mother, her best friend.
LORELAI: "Yes, you are upset. I know when you're upset 'cause you look like my mother."
RORY: "Thanks a lot."
LORELAI: "You like my mother."
RORY: "Yes, but you don't like your mother, so when you tell me that I look like your mother, it's not exactly a compliment."
LORELAI: "Honey, what is wrong?"
RORY: "Oh God!" What was wrong? What was so diabolically wrong was occurring metres away from them. Was it not obvious what was wrong?
LORELAI: "What is it?"
RORY: "It's that!"
LORELAI: "Jess?"
RORY: "Yes!"
LORELAI: "You're upset about Jess?"
RORY: "I said yes."
LORELAI: "Yes, it's Jess?"
RORY: "You're not being funny."
LORELAI: "It's not my fault that yes and Jess rhyme. Did I exploit the opportunity, of course I did, but . . .Rory, come on. I know you had this crush -"
RORY: "It wasn't a crush." Mayhap her mother thought she was denying its existence, but Rory knew it for what it was. "Crush" was so inadequate, such a deprecating word for what it was.
LORELAI: "Well, I thought it was over. I mean, you haven't talked to him since -"
RORY: "Sookie's wedding."
LORELAI: "You talked to him at Sookie's wedding?"
RORY: "Yes."
LORELAI: "He wasn't at Sookie's wedding."
RORY: "Yes, he was. He had just come back and he came to see me."
LORELAI: "Okay, so he crashed Sookie's wedding, and. . ."
RORY: "And nothing. He told me that he was back in town, that he'd moved back, and. ". . Her mother would freak. She knew it. Yet at the same time, it was deception and she already felt so guilty about so many things.
LORELAI: "What Rory? Come on."
RORY: "And we kissed, okay?"
LORELAI: "You kissed?"
RORY: "Yes." There. She had confessed, to the person least likely to be overjoyed about it.
LORELAI: "You kissed, like. . .you kissed?"
RORY: "Yes."
LORELAI: "Okay, who kissed who?"
RORY: "What does that matter?" Did she REALLY have to know?
LORELAI: "Because it matters. Did he kiss you, did you kiss each other, did you trip and your faces accidentally -" .
RORY: "I kissed him."
LORELAI: "Okay."
RORY: "And I don't know, I thought he came back here because he liked me or something, and I kissed him and he kissed me back, and now he's over there and I feel so stupid and. . .that girl isn't even his type and." It's true. She's not.
LORELAI: "Rory, what are you doing?"
RORY: "What do you mean, what am I doing? I'm ranting. You should recognize this, I learned it from you."
LORELAI: "Yeah, but you went to Sookie's wedding with. . .with Dean."
RORY: "I know."
LORELAI: "And then you ran off to have some thing with Jess."
RORY: "It was a kiss, not a thing." Did she have to demean it? It was a kiss, with Jess, which made it more than merely a kiss.
LORELAI: "A kiss is a thing."
RORY: "Well, it wasn't planned, it just happened."
LORELAI: "I can't believe it. All this time I'm thinking, 'She's with Dean.' "
RORY: "I am with Dean."
LORELAI: "No, Rory - kissing another guy is not being with Dean. Ask him, I bet he'd back me up on that."
RORY: "It was nothing." The proof of that was before her, jammed up against a poor, innocent tree.
LORELAI: "Well, then why are you so freaked out?"
RORY: "I'm not freaked out."
LORELAI: "Look, kid, you have gotta make up your mind. Jess, Dean, Jess, Dean - it's enough already. If you want Jess, that's fine - go get him, there he is. If you think that's the great love of your life, then great. . .grab a liver treat and a squeaky toy and run to him. Don't worry about that girl because I'm sure he will have moved onto somebody else in about an hour. But do something. Dean has been sweet and supportive and incredibly patient, and now you are officially treating him like dirt, and I'm sorry, but not only is that not you, he doesn't deserve that. God, I wish they knew another song!"
RORY: "I know all of this about Dean."
LORELAI: "You do?"
RORY: "Yes, I do. I know how great he is. I knew it before you did!"
LORELAI: "Well, knowing this has apparently not stopped you from dragging his heart all over this town."
RORY: "Not fair!" Her mother was attacking her! Her mother was attacking her on the day of her return from Washington, in the middle of the town!!
LORELAI: "Yes, fair, the fairest, the Snow White of fair."
RORY: "I don't wanna talk to you about this anymore." LORELAI: "Okay, listen, if you don't wanna be with Dean anymore, cut him loose. Let him find someone who does because this is just so. . .wrong!"
RORY: "All right, I get it, I . . .just stop!"
She wanted to run away. The images were still flowing through her mind, silver needles jabbing, weakening. She started to walk away, wanting nothing more than to curl up in her dim closet back in Washington. She had to be alone, she needed the solitude more than ever. The instantaneous joy that had filled her when she had finally found what she sought had converted immediately to shock, confusion and pain. Utter pain. The only true preoccupation she had had in Washington and now her first view of him was this? God, but she was a fool. The worst of it, though, was the fact that Dean had returned earlier than expected. She was forced to spend the day ambling with him, rather than feeling the intensity of Jess' dark gaze. Instead of the witty, stimulating conversation she had been anticipating, she was torturing herself with that one picture in her mind of him virtually plastered to her, whoever she was. She smiled at Dean. Any appearance of happiness on her part was sheer deception. He had really done this???? [pic]