Love Sick
JavaJunkie
January 12 2003-Sunday
Disclamer- I dont own Gilmore Girls, or the song. (The songs Love Sick by
Bob Dylan).
Authors Note- Okay I'm just a bit obsessed with Bob Dylan's music so thats
why this story is based on his songs. I was reading lyrics and it was like
Wow this could work. And I read some other lyrics found ones that inspired
me and put the songs in order of the events of a relationship. And now I'm
writing a plot to the music. So now that your already half asleep on with
this sick little plot.....
I'm walking through streets that are dead Walking, walking with you in my head My feet are so tired, my brain is so wired And the clouds are weeping
Jess walked through the park, it was dark, it was quiet. The park only made him angrier, this was the park Rory, who he broke up with 8 months ago, had came to when she missed her moms graduation. Everything was covered in rain. And here he was, week old stubble coverring his face, stomping around the park at night in the rain. Dark and rain he didnt even notice. He'd been walking for hours his feet hurt but he wasnt willing to stop. He felt his mind reeling thoughts of her. Pulling his thoughts from Rory he looked up and growled "Fuck it's raining"
Did I hear someone tell a lie? Did I hear someone's distant cry? I spoke like a child; you destroyed me with a smile While I was sleeping
"Jess I...I um..." Rory stamered. Back when they had only been together for a year. "Rory whats wrong" Jess nervously, was this the "I met someone else" or the "I think we should be friends" speech. The back of his fingers brushed against the side of her face nudging her to look at him. She looked away from him, but, he only moved to stand infront of her. "C'mon Rory" "I love you" she said starring at him. He stood there shocked almost certain he'd had a heart attack. She looked nervous and just as she was about to pull herself from his grasp he kissed her whispering "I love you" against her lips over and over again. But now 4 years since they had got together and a year after their break up. He realized all that 'love' was merely some dream that he had been awake in. And now he was back in the real world.
I'm sick of love but I'm in the thick of it This kind of love I'm so sick of it
Despite the fact he broke up with her, he was so in love with her. He was caught in molasses and was in over his head. He hated it.
I see, I see lovers in the meadow I see, I see silhouettes in the window I watch them 'til they're gone and they leave me hanging on To a shadow
Jess glarred out his window. He had gotten home at 5 in the morning from his walk and had slept till noon. And now he starred. Teenage kids blushing and flirting at the entrace to the movie theatre. Couples picnicing in the park, grinning and leaning into the others touch. The people in the hotel across the street they practically clung to eachother their sihlouettes showing through the curtain. They swayed out of site and he just groaned the moment where he could pretend that was them (Rory and Himself) was gone.
I'm sick of love; I hear the clock tick This kind of love; I'm love sick
He cursed the sound of the clock, it was surely going to slow. He was waiting, but, for what he wasnt exactly sure about the specifics.
Sometimes the silence can be like the thunder Sometimes I wanna take to the road and plunder Could you ever be true? I think of you And I wonder
The silence was buzzing, crackling, taunting. He felt like leaving. Just leaving his clothes, books, his half written novels, everything. Maybe he'd drop by Harvard. Just to see her. Maybe theyd go get some coffee. Try to repair their shattered relationship. Could she ever be true to him? Ever be happy with him? He couldnt help the questions, the curiosity.
I'm sick of love; I wish I'd never met you I'm sick of love; I'm trying to forget you
Standing in only a pair of dark jeans, Jess walked around his apartment. If he could go back in time he couldve just not fucked up THAT bad not have gotten sent to Stars Hallow and never had to meet her. But that wasnt possible so now he needed to forget her. Her eyes, he nervousness, her books, her mind, the way she felt.... He fought the urge to throw a soda glass at the wall. He couldnt give in to the anger.
Just don't know what to do I'd give anything to Be with you
Finally falling back onto the couch his face in his hands. He was so confused. Torn between wanting her and wanting to hate her. He finally admitted to himself he'd do basically anything to be with her.
*Okay I know the molasses thing sounded southern (I have no clue how I'm sounding southern but anyways) and the part wherew he's pacing in only jeans, I know it wasnt necessary but it looked so good in my mind ...well reviews are nice .....
I'm walking through streets that are dead Walking, walking with you in my head My feet are so tired, my brain is so wired And the clouds are weeping
Jess walked through the park, it was dark, it was quiet. The park only made him angrier, this was the park Rory, who he broke up with 8 months ago, had came to when she missed her moms graduation. Everything was covered in rain. And here he was, week old stubble coverring his face, stomping around the park at night in the rain. Dark and rain he didnt even notice. He'd been walking for hours his feet hurt but he wasnt willing to stop. He felt his mind reeling thoughts of her. Pulling his thoughts from Rory he looked up and growled "Fuck it's raining"
Did I hear someone tell a lie? Did I hear someone's distant cry? I spoke like a child; you destroyed me with a smile While I was sleeping
"Jess I...I um..." Rory stamered. Back when they had only been together for a year. "Rory whats wrong" Jess nervously, was this the "I met someone else" or the "I think we should be friends" speech. The back of his fingers brushed against the side of her face nudging her to look at him. She looked away from him, but, he only moved to stand infront of her. "C'mon Rory" "I love you" she said starring at him. He stood there shocked almost certain he'd had a heart attack. She looked nervous and just as she was about to pull herself from his grasp he kissed her whispering "I love you" against her lips over and over again. But now 4 years since they had got together and a year after their break up. He realized all that 'love' was merely some dream that he had been awake in. And now he was back in the real world.
I'm sick of love but I'm in the thick of it This kind of love I'm so sick of it
Despite the fact he broke up with her, he was so in love with her. He was caught in molasses and was in over his head. He hated it.
I see, I see lovers in the meadow I see, I see silhouettes in the window I watch them 'til they're gone and they leave me hanging on To a shadow
Jess glarred out his window. He had gotten home at 5 in the morning from his walk and had slept till noon. And now he starred. Teenage kids blushing and flirting at the entrace to the movie theatre. Couples picnicing in the park, grinning and leaning into the others touch. The people in the hotel across the street they practically clung to eachother their sihlouettes showing through the curtain. They swayed out of site and he just groaned the moment where he could pretend that was them (Rory and Himself) was gone.
I'm sick of love; I hear the clock tick This kind of love; I'm love sick
He cursed the sound of the clock, it was surely going to slow. He was waiting, but, for what he wasnt exactly sure about the specifics.
Sometimes the silence can be like the thunder Sometimes I wanna take to the road and plunder Could you ever be true? I think of you And I wonder
The silence was buzzing, crackling, taunting. He felt like leaving. Just leaving his clothes, books, his half written novels, everything. Maybe he'd drop by Harvard. Just to see her. Maybe theyd go get some coffee. Try to repair their shattered relationship. Could she ever be true to him? Ever be happy with him? He couldnt help the questions, the curiosity.
I'm sick of love; I wish I'd never met you I'm sick of love; I'm trying to forget you
Standing in only a pair of dark jeans, Jess walked around his apartment. If he could go back in time he couldve just not fucked up THAT bad not have gotten sent to Stars Hallow and never had to meet her. But that wasnt possible so now he needed to forget her. Her eyes, he nervousness, her books, her mind, the way she felt.... He fought the urge to throw a soda glass at the wall. He couldnt give in to the anger.
Just don't know what to do I'd give anything to Be with you
Finally falling back onto the couch his face in his hands. He was so confused. Torn between wanting her and wanting to hate her. He finally admitted to himself he'd do basically anything to be with her.
*Okay I know the molasses thing sounded southern (I have no clue how I'm sounding southern but anyways) and the part wherew he's pacing in only jeans, I know it wasnt necessary but it looked so good in my mind ...well reviews are nice .....