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 Zephry song and personal compliation
Summary: Road trip baby.
Disclaimer: Don't own nothing. Includin the songs.
Sorry very short chapter. Umm…don't think a lot of people are reading this cas got no reviews but if YOU ARE reading, be kind, rewind. And maybe before u start rewinding, maybe PLEASE could ya review.
Let's go somewhere far together
She rolled over and woke up next to Jess, her favourite thing in the whole world to do. His bare back was facing her and she lightly traced the moles and freckles that he was covered in. He stiffened slightly but she knew she had not wakened him; she had gotten used to his sleeping habits in the past year and knew that he would sleep through a time bomb. He was breathing heavily and deeply and she could tell he was in dream land. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed his back.
"Morning."
"You're up. I thought you were gone to the world."
"I woke up when someone was tickling my back. Do you know who that was?"
"No I have no idea. But I'll go look if you want."
She giggled. She liked this side of Jess. The side she only saw. Actually she noticed that they both acted very differently around each other than how they did to other people. She acted a lot more of herself around Jess than she did to anyone else, even her mum. She showed him the most sides of herself than anyone has ever seen. Of course, it was not her true complete self, no one had seen that but it was nearly 100% true blue Rory.
"Feel that summer heat baby?"
"I feel it more than ever."
"And in this perfect weather we'll find a place together."
"We're gonna live forever."
She flicked her sweaty hair off her sticky skin.
"Do you want money when you grow up Jess?"
"When I grow up?"
"Yes."
"Aren't we already grown up?"
"You maybe. Not me. Aren't I just innocent little Rory?"
"Is that what you think?"
"What?"
"Is that what you think or what people think?"
"I don't know."
"Oh?"
"You don't make me feel innocent."
"Ah, yes."
"So? You never answered my question."
"Do I want money?"
"Yeah."
"No."
"Serious?"
"Money messes it all up baby."
"But you need money to get places in life."
"Bull-fucking-shit."
"Oh. Don't you though?"
"It's taking the easy way. It's not right."
"But don't you want the easy way in life?"
"Maybe. Or maybe you want to say that you got there all on your own."
"I never knew you thought that."
"Money messes it all up baby," he repeated.
They were driving out of Boston now. They spent the whole day walking around the beautiful city and visiting Harvard and she was tired. But Jess was tired even more and he was sick of driving. So he laid down in back seat as the sun was going down and she drove on.
"Jess?"
"Hmm…" he said groggily.
"Sorry I didn't realise you had fallen asleep."
"Hmm…?" he murmured.
"Where I am driving?"
"What?"
"Like what road am I going on? What turns do I take?"
"Pick any road you want and drive baby."
"But don't we have a plan?"
"A plan?"
"Yes."
"I don't know."
"Oh."
"Exits and highways and turns don't matter baby. Just drive, baby. Just drive away from it all."
She smiled quietly.
"I like that plan."
"Yes."
"Just us forever."
"Forever driving."
"Forever together."
"We're going to see so much Jess."
"Ooh, baby we'll see the world and back again."
"Maybe we'll see France."
"Or maybe we'll see Egypt."
"Drink tea with the Queen in England"
"Paint smiles in Italy."
"And when we'll fall, we'll fall so far."
"We'll fall out of the sky."
"But baby we can fly."
"Ooh take my hand and close your eyes, baby we can fly."
She took his hand and smiled. Once, what seemed so far ago, they had wandered around New York together, Jess taking her up for the Christmas holidays. It was freezing and across from Jess's apartment, a lone busker sat, with twenty layers of clothing and a beautiful old guitar. And Rory had grabbed Jess's hand and pulled him out of his building and made him sit with her and listen to the busker. The poor busker deserved someone to listen to him. And the busker sang that beautiful song. She repeated the words over and over to herself and stored them up in the amazing memory that she, Rory Gilmore had. They silently agreed that it was their song. They never said it to each other or ever discussed it but they knew. 'Cause baby they were gonna see the world and back again and baby, gee baby, they could fly.
"Jess?"
"Hmmm?"
"Where'd you think we'll be in ten years?"
He sat up and stared up at the stars in the sky and sighed
"Hopefully, happy."
"Yes. Happy. That would be nice."
"It would be nice if I was a writer."
"And I would be a journalist."
"And we would be happy."
"Happy."
She looked at the dark road ahead of and slowed the car down a bit. She hated driving in the dark.
"Pull over Rory."
"What?"
"Pull over."
They pulled over and Jess got out of the back seat and picked her up out of the driver's seat and put her in the passenger's. He sat down in the drivers and buckled her seat belt for her. She gave him a silent thanks, while loving the fact that he knew immediately that she wasn't happy and tried to change it.
"Thanks Jess, I hate just hate driving in the dark."
He shrugged.
"Jess?"
"Hmm?"
"I hope, maybe when we're happy writers and journalists, that maybe we'll be together."
"Be happy together huh?"
"Yeah."
"Oh baby, that would be great."
"Just dreams, though."
"Yes. Dreams. They don't seem to come true very often though, do they?"
"Sometimes they do."
"Not our dreams."
"Not that dream."
"Uh uh. I guess we'll just be happy without each other."
"Can that happen?"
They fell silent and drove on into the night.
But she saw him quietly shake his head. And she felt the exact same way.