Authors note: It's set at the end of season 3 I guess, they're in their last week of school and got the summer holidays to spend their last weeks together.  Fairly steady relationship, sleeping with each other, love each other.  Both might seem out of character but this is how I'm writing it.  Songs which you might not have picked up on are  The Drugs Don't Work.

Summary: Road trip baby.

Disclaimer: Don't own nothing.  Includin the songs.

This doesn't have much a plot does it? But that's how im writing it.  I like it, its just rory and jess floating through life.  Ummm, never been to America so don't know if boston is like a day trip from Hartford or less or more but I cant be bothered to correct if its wrong so just bear with me.   Its poetic justice okay?

Let's go somewhere far together

Chapter 3

It was getting dark now.  They were closer to Boston now; they could see the outline of the city now, as they drove to the top of a hill.

"So this is Boston."

"Yes.  Get used to this view baby."

"Yes, I guess I will have to, won't I?"

"This time next year you'll living in there."

"And I'll be driving back in the opposite direction."

"Back to Stars Hollow."

"Will you go back to Stars Hollow on your holidays?"

"No."

"Where will you go then?"

"I don't know."

"You have to go home for holidays though."

"But I don't have a home."

"Yes you do."

"Do I?"

"I thought you did."

"Sometime you just want to think things like that."

"Do you want to think things like that?"

"I used too."

"Oh.  Too old for things like that now?"

"Aren't we too old for everything now?"

"Yes, I suppose."

They drove into the city, the traffic getting heavier and the noises getting louder.

"I'm just a kid Ror."

"So am I."

They drove even further in, and she took in the beautiful city and her stomach did flip flops in excitement.

"I've seen too much of this world for a kid."

"You can't go back though."

"No, you can never go back."

She looked at the tall skyscrapers and she understood why they had that name.  She stuck her head out the window and her large and wandering eyes tried to take in everything.  Beside her, Jess sighed.

"I'm just a kid."

She took his hand and kissed it. 

"I'm just a kid," he repeated.

They stopped outside at small motel.  It was the cheapest one they could find and it showed.  The no vacancy light was not lit and the 'no' part was rusting away and was covered in black exhaust fumes.  The motel had not been full for a long time.  They entered room number 12, where they could see their car from window, just how Jess liked it.  It was a small room, with a double bed and a television.  The bed had a big heavy wooden frame and smelt like pine and the doona cover was a dark dirty blue.  The carpet was sickly green with fresh vacuum marks still on it.  A fluorescent light was above them and she dared not entered the bathroom.  She silently told Jess to enter first and he did, checking the toilet and shower.  It was clean enough and she rushed in there and together they showered.  He washed her and she washed him and they stayed in there forever, making love in warm, muscle relaxing water.  Later they were lying on the bed and he was brushing her hair.  She hadn't washed the conditioner out properly and she kept flicking it into his eyes, as she turned her head this way and that.  They watched the Simpsons together and they laughed at the same jokes and in the same time.  They made plans together for what they were going to do in Boston tomorrow.  He left her in peace for awhile and she loved the solidarity of it all and he returned with packets of chips, beer and chocolate.

"I like chocolate."

"I do too."

"I ain't ever met a person who didn't."

"I did."

"Oh? Someone back in New York?"

"Yes. A girl called Tiffany who always had an angel smile and only laughed every once in awhile.

"Sounds like a song."

"It was.  The girls made it up."

"Really?"

"They used to sing it in primary school. 'Oh here comes Tiffany who always has an angel smile and only laughs every once in awhile.'"

"It makes her sound sad."

"Does it? Yes, I guess it does."

"Was she sad?"

"I don't know.  She had that angel smile though."

"Maybe it was pretend."

"It probably was."

"Everything seems to be."

"Including us baby."

She took a long swig of her beer.  Being with Jess had made her to start to like alcohol but she never drank enough to get drunk, she liked it better when she just got a buzz.  It didn't bother him; he didn't like to be around drunks anyway with his mother always in his memory, although he didn't mind getting drunk himself.  She wouldn't let him do it around her though.  She rolled over and giggled at him then went and pulled out pink pale nail polish from her bag.  It had become their secret thing.  Jess had taken up the habit of climbing into her bedroom window at 12 midnight every night just after they started going out.  And while of course they fooled around and slept together as most teenagers did, they picked up the habit of Jess painting her toenails in the middle of the night.  He pretended to hate it but she knew he loved it.  He groaned now, when he saw the polish but he also smiled and started to paint her toe nails. 

"I like the intimacy of this; it makes me feel closer to you."

"Does it?"

"Yes."

"I don't like it."

"Not manly enough?"

"I am MAN HEAR ME ROAR!"

"I believe the words are 'I am woman, hear me roar'."

"Women don't roar."

"Oh?"

"No."

The clock ticked the hours away loudly and she felt the headache which had been lurking in her head all day.  She laid down and put her arm over her eyes and closed her eyes.  She pretended she was blind.  She pretended all she could do was feel, hear and smell.  She could feel the cool Boston breeze through the windows, and it rustled the blinds softly.  She could smell the perfume from her wrist and she could smell Jess's clean boy smell.  His hands kept brushing against her feet and they were dry and callused, with damp blisters on them feeling icky against her skin.  She felt the coarseness of his arm and hand hairs.

"I don't want to get old," he spoke.

"Me either."

"I don't want to have a miserable life."

"All this talk of getting old is getting me down my love."

"Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown."

"This time I'm coming down."

He stopped painting her nails and screwed on the lid.

"That song makes me sad."

"It is a sad song."

"Does it make you sad Jess?"

"No."

"No?"

"No."

"But it does, doesn't it?"

He went and laid down beside her and wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her chest.

"Let's just not talk for awhile okay Rory?"

"Oh, your male mind is thinking of other things right?"

"No lets just lie here for awhile and do nothing."

"Nothing?"

"Yes, nothing."

"Nothing doesn't help anyone."

"Sometimes the best thing to do is to do nothing."

"Do you think?"

"Yes."