** Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Gilmore Girls. If I were that all powerful then Jess would be staying put! So, in summation... Please don't sue me!**
Jess gently sat Rory down on the bridge, making
sure she could stay upright before sitting beside her.
She reached up to the back of her head and started tearing out the small
hairpins that were holding her hair in place. As she got them free of her hair
she threw them out into the water.
"You're gonna' hurt yourself." He said, watching her. She either
couldn't feel it or didn't care, because she continued until her hair was
loose and hung around her face.
She started to cry.
"I hate them." She sniffed, wiping her eyes on the back of her hand.
Jess just listened. He got the feeling that she didn't need or want him to say
anything.
"She thinks she's so perfect. And she definitely thinks I'm not good
enough." She sighed, her cheeks damp despite her halfhearted attempts to dry
them.
She shook her head slightly and looked out at the water.
"They want to turn me into some little trophy wife. Someone who'll go to
afternoon tea and play tennis with the Jefferson twins on Sunday morning." She
said, putting on a high pitched posh voice and waving her hands around loosely
to demonstrate how the person she was supposed to be didn't have a care in the
world.
He smiled softly and took a deep breath.
"The Jefferson twins are bitches." She sighed, forgetting the big picture
for a moment. "Sandy wants to marry Adam, and Patricia wants her to marry
Adam."
"But Adam wants to marry you." Jess said quietly.
"Yeah. And boy did that piss mommy off." She shook her head and laughed
slightly through her tears. "I don't know how to be who they expect me to
be."
"That's because you're not that person."
"I need to be." She rolled her eyes. "At least sometimes."
They both sat and looked out at the water quietly.
"So, what did you think of Adam?" She asked, looking at him.
"I thought he was… very… corporate?" He sighed. "I dunno. He reminded
me of Dean."
"So you hated him?" She said, smiling slightly.
"I just… don't think he's your type." He shrugged.
"He is though. He is like Dean, and he's like the guys I dated at Yale. All
3 of them." She laughed softly. "He is my type."
"Define your type."
"Not you." She laughed again.
"Ouch." He said, a slight laugh escaping his lips even though he didn't
find it funny.
"I don't mean it like that." She sighed, looking him in the eyes.
"Then how do you mean it?" He frowned.
"I mean… you were the exception." She said, looking down at her hands.
"You were different…"
"I was the only one stupid enough to leave you?" He offered quietly.
"I didn't say that."
"I know. I did." He said seriously, holding her stare for a moment.
Rory blushed slightly and looked away.
"You can't say things like that to me anymore. I'm engaged."
"It's only words." He smiled slightly playfully.
"And words are all I have, to take your heart away." She sang in a rather
off tune voice.
"You're so drunk right now." He laughed gently.
She nodded and laughed softly.
"Come on, I should get you back before they notice you're missing." He
sighed and stood up, helping her to her feet slowly.
Rory gripped his arms to steady herself, she felt light headed. She looked up at
him and smiled.
"What?" He asked quietly.
She looked confused for a moment, and then she kissed him.
Part of him wanted to kiss her back, but a bigger part of him knew she was
drunk. After the shock wore off, he pulled back slightly. Her head fell against
his shoulder and she let it rest there.
He sighed and put his arms around her.
