A/N: read and review please. Also give me ideas; fan fiction is the only
thing keeping me sane this summer. Thanks to all who reviewed last
chapter.
The young man was walking at an angry pace towards Jess with his arms pumping at his sides. Jess knew that it must be.
"Yo, Dean what's the matter," he asked sarcastically.
"You, you are the matter," Dean said in a more serious tone. "You stay away from Rory or I'll make you!"
"I ain't after Rory," he stated, but, not wanting to show his soft side, he continued, "but she told me that she's thinking you over again. Doesn't know if she still loves you." The look he got from Dean amused him. Dean looked furious yet Jess could see through him, as those years in the hard city had taught him, into a pit of hurt and loneliness.
"I have warned you: stay away from Rory or else!" He stormed off leaving Jess with a grin trickling onto his face. Jess knew that it was harsh and that he was playing with this guy's heart, but it satisfied his sadistic desires.
He continued around the corner and up the stairs to the apartment. He hurriedly grabbed his CD player and a CD lying on the floor next to his bed. He popped it in and put on the headphones. As he walked into the street, the music started and he regretted not paying more attention. This was the one CD that reminded him of Rory: innocent with a hint of hunger for the dangerous city life.
"Nice guys finish last/" the members of Green Day sang, "you're runnin out of gas/ Your sympathy will get you left behind."
"Stupid song!" He muttered to himself switching tracks. "I need something to get my mind off this."
"Hey mister, where are you headed/ Are you in a hurry/ I need a lift to happy hour/ I say, oh, no."
"Yea, that's me," Jess sighed.
~~In the Gilmore house~~
Lorelai stormed though the door and into the living room where she stopped dead in her tracks. She saw a disheveled-looking Rory slouching on the couch with a tub of chocolate ice cream on her lap.
"Whoa, there!" She plopped down on the couch next to Rory. "What happened?"
"Nothing," she lied, not very convincingly.
"Ha! Why don't you try telling Mr. Ice Cream that? I don't think he'll believe you either." Rory took another spoonful of ice cream pretending not to be listening. "Now, tell me what's really wrong. Not another Dean breakup is it?"
"No. not really."
"That doesn't sound good."
"I just. I feel guilty."
"My innocent little girl? No! I remember once when we were living in the shack."
"I'm not gong to tell you if you can't listen."
"But. oh, alright, but why do you feel guilty?"
"Okay, let's get this straight. I do NOT like Jess as more than a friend!" She wasn't positive of this, though.
"Glad to hear it," said Lorelai, and she was. "So then why do you feel guilty?"
"It just feels like I'm not obeying Dean. I know that he doesn't like me being friends with Jess, but I like his personality. He gives me an idea of what the big city is like. I also know how sensitive he is inside."
"Sensitive? Jess?" Lorelai blurted out.
"Yes, sensitive. I mean, he has had to hide it being in a city of tough guys. Today, though, I told him how insensitive everyone thinks he is and I could tell that he was thinking of a time when he was different. Just the way his eyes clouded over and went into a hurt and scared kind of gaze."
"It sounds like you know him really well." Lorelai was beginning to see that Rory did like Jess as more than a friend, but took this chance to change Rory's mind.
"Yea, and he's a great person."
"I have to agree with the Dean on your shoulder though. You are disobeying him."
"I know, but I really like being friends with Jess."
"I think you should tell Dean how you feel."
"Maybe you're right." Rory dropped the tub of ice cream on the floor and rolled off the couch. As she walked out the door she yelled back to her mother. "Thank you."
"No, thank you," she said softly. With Rory not with Jess she could befriend Luke again.
~~In the gazebo~~
Rory and Dean were sitting together talking. Rory looked a bit nervous while Dean wore his normal serious face.
"Hear me out before you react, okay?" Rory warned Dean.
"It's that bad, huh?"
"Well, it's about Jess."
"That juvenile delinquent?"
"Yes, now, well," she stuttered to get the words out. "Dean, I love you and always will."
"But?" He was beginning to notice something wrong. Her eyes were clouded and she was looking everywhere except at him. Jess had been right. He knew she didn't love him anymore. He didn't love her either. Come to think of it, the only reason he hadn't broken up with her was that he didn't want her to be with Tristan or Jesse. Neither of them deserved such a wonderful girl, but he knew this was the time to let go.
"Wait, no, you don't love me." He finally corrected himself. "Those kisses we have are just the old '40th anniversary' kind of kisses. We're not in love and we both know it. We should just stay away from each other for a while, okay?"
With that he walked down the steps of the gazebo and toward the market leaving Rory with a broken heart, or so she thought.
A/N: The next chapter will be more about Jess and Rory and Jesse's past.
The young man was walking at an angry pace towards Jess with his arms pumping at his sides. Jess knew that it must be.
"Yo, Dean what's the matter," he asked sarcastically.
"You, you are the matter," Dean said in a more serious tone. "You stay away from Rory or I'll make you!"
"I ain't after Rory," he stated, but, not wanting to show his soft side, he continued, "but she told me that she's thinking you over again. Doesn't know if she still loves you." The look he got from Dean amused him. Dean looked furious yet Jess could see through him, as those years in the hard city had taught him, into a pit of hurt and loneliness.
"I have warned you: stay away from Rory or else!" He stormed off leaving Jess with a grin trickling onto his face. Jess knew that it was harsh and that he was playing with this guy's heart, but it satisfied his sadistic desires.
He continued around the corner and up the stairs to the apartment. He hurriedly grabbed his CD player and a CD lying on the floor next to his bed. He popped it in and put on the headphones. As he walked into the street, the music started and he regretted not paying more attention. This was the one CD that reminded him of Rory: innocent with a hint of hunger for the dangerous city life.
"Nice guys finish last/" the members of Green Day sang, "you're runnin out of gas/ Your sympathy will get you left behind."
"Stupid song!" He muttered to himself switching tracks. "I need something to get my mind off this."
"Hey mister, where are you headed/ Are you in a hurry/ I need a lift to happy hour/ I say, oh, no."
"Yea, that's me," Jess sighed.
~~In the Gilmore house~~
Lorelai stormed though the door and into the living room where she stopped dead in her tracks. She saw a disheveled-looking Rory slouching on the couch with a tub of chocolate ice cream on her lap.
"Whoa, there!" She plopped down on the couch next to Rory. "What happened?"
"Nothing," she lied, not very convincingly.
"Ha! Why don't you try telling Mr. Ice Cream that? I don't think he'll believe you either." Rory took another spoonful of ice cream pretending not to be listening. "Now, tell me what's really wrong. Not another Dean breakup is it?"
"No. not really."
"That doesn't sound good."
"I just. I feel guilty."
"My innocent little girl? No! I remember once when we were living in the shack."
"I'm not gong to tell you if you can't listen."
"But. oh, alright, but why do you feel guilty?"
"Okay, let's get this straight. I do NOT like Jess as more than a friend!" She wasn't positive of this, though.
"Glad to hear it," said Lorelai, and she was. "So then why do you feel guilty?"
"It just feels like I'm not obeying Dean. I know that he doesn't like me being friends with Jess, but I like his personality. He gives me an idea of what the big city is like. I also know how sensitive he is inside."
"Sensitive? Jess?" Lorelai blurted out.
"Yes, sensitive. I mean, he has had to hide it being in a city of tough guys. Today, though, I told him how insensitive everyone thinks he is and I could tell that he was thinking of a time when he was different. Just the way his eyes clouded over and went into a hurt and scared kind of gaze."
"It sounds like you know him really well." Lorelai was beginning to see that Rory did like Jess as more than a friend, but took this chance to change Rory's mind.
"Yea, and he's a great person."
"I have to agree with the Dean on your shoulder though. You are disobeying him."
"I know, but I really like being friends with Jess."
"I think you should tell Dean how you feel."
"Maybe you're right." Rory dropped the tub of ice cream on the floor and rolled off the couch. As she walked out the door she yelled back to her mother. "Thank you."
"No, thank you," she said softly. With Rory not with Jess she could befriend Luke again.
~~In the gazebo~~
Rory and Dean were sitting together talking. Rory looked a bit nervous while Dean wore his normal serious face.
"Hear me out before you react, okay?" Rory warned Dean.
"It's that bad, huh?"
"Well, it's about Jess."
"That juvenile delinquent?"
"Yes, now, well," she stuttered to get the words out. "Dean, I love you and always will."
"But?" He was beginning to notice something wrong. Her eyes were clouded and she was looking everywhere except at him. Jess had been right. He knew she didn't love him anymore. He didn't love her either. Come to think of it, the only reason he hadn't broken up with her was that he didn't want her to be with Tristan or Jesse. Neither of them deserved such a wonderful girl, but he knew this was the time to let go.
"Wait, no, you don't love me." He finally corrected himself. "Those kisses we have are just the old '40th anniversary' kind of kisses. We're not in love and we both know it. We should just stay away from each other for a while, okay?"
With that he walked down the steps of the gazebo and toward the market leaving Rory with a broken heart, or so she thought.
A/N: The next chapter will be more about Jess and Rory and Jesse's past.