Author's really sleepy talking-age: Hey guys, it's me. Back again. Yep. *Yawn* Read on...it's super short, and I just needed to write a bit, so I can guarantee that it won't be good. Sorry. But review, please, so I know. Ciao!--Annest
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"Good morning, Jess," Rory said, wandering in the Gilmore kitchen two or three mornings later. She reached for the coffee pot and did a double take faster than she could say "what the heck are you doing here?"
"What the heck are you doing here?!" Rory asked him, glancing with wide eyes at the unexpected house guest at the kitchen table.
Jess glanced at her with a cocked eyebrow. Rory bit down the inexplicable desire to launch herself at him--where did that one come from?!--and waited patiently for an explanation.
"Your mom said I needed to come by and fix the air conditioner or something. Actually, it sounded more as if she wanted time with Luke, but don't ask me. She said your air conditioner WAS broken though. And seeing as I do have the tool box with me on this fine morning, I thought I'd come by just to make sure," he told her. Rory took a seat at the table after grabbing the pop tart box from the cabinet, careful not to brush past him.
"So, um...what time is it? Isn't it really early for my mom to be up, let alone, like, hitting on Luke?" she asked him with a grin. Jess groaned quietly.
"Please, don't plant the idea of her and Luke making out in the kitchen in my brain. I've already had to get rid of that one today; I believe Luke's exact words were 'it's not as if we're making out in the back of the diner'. But I still got the mental picture..."
"Ew, and now I do! Thanks a lot, Jess..." Rory whacked his shoulder with the empty pop tart container and he sarcastically winced.
"Exactly what I said. Anyway, so where is this air conditioner?" he asked casually, eyeing her up and down. Somehow Jess had just managed to make name of a common house hold fixture into one big sexual innuendo. Stupid rebellious bad boys; they never made anything simple. Rory sighed.
"It's...well...hm, um...more coffee?" she asked quickly. Jess snorted.
"You're telling me you don't know where the air conditioner is in your own house?!?" he balked.
"No, I expressly asked if you wanted more coffee." Rory took one look at Jess' face and gave up. "No, I don't. Sheesh, do you have to rub it in?"
Jess took a break from laughing to look straight at her. "Yes," he grinned. Rory stood up and stomped back into her room.
"Find it yourself!" she called behind her.
"Nice pajamas!" Jess shot back. There was a huge exasperated sigh, and then the door slammed. Jess wasn't worried--apparently Luke had run into the same problem the last time he had to fix the air conditioner, and had told him where it was.
Now...if he could only get her to come back out of her room again. He must admit, he was partial to those pajamas.
"Wooooow," Jess said to no one in particular. "I didn't know they made clothes like that..."
From Rory's room came the sound of a shoe hitting the door. "I heard that!" she yelled back.
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Author's ashamed end ramblings: I'm so sorry, guys, that this is so friking short. I haven't been incredibly interested in writing lately, so I need to get back into the swing of things. Please, review and tell me what you think. Thanks!!--Annest
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"Good morning, Jess," Rory said, wandering in the Gilmore kitchen two or three mornings later. She reached for the coffee pot and did a double take faster than she could say "what the heck are you doing here?"
"What the heck are you doing here?!" Rory asked him, glancing with wide eyes at the unexpected house guest at the kitchen table.
Jess glanced at her with a cocked eyebrow. Rory bit down the inexplicable desire to launch herself at him--where did that one come from?!--and waited patiently for an explanation.
"Your mom said I needed to come by and fix the air conditioner or something. Actually, it sounded more as if she wanted time with Luke, but don't ask me. She said your air conditioner WAS broken though. And seeing as I do have the tool box with me on this fine morning, I thought I'd come by just to make sure," he told her. Rory took a seat at the table after grabbing the pop tart box from the cabinet, careful not to brush past him.
"So, um...what time is it? Isn't it really early for my mom to be up, let alone, like, hitting on Luke?" she asked him with a grin. Jess groaned quietly.
"Please, don't plant the idea of her and Luke making out in the kitchen in my brain. I've already had to get rid of that one today; I believe Luke's exact words were 'it's not as if we're making out in the back of the diner'. But I still got the mental picture..."
"Ew, and now I do! Thanks a lot, Jess..." Rory whacked his shoulder with the empty pop tart container and he sarcastically winced.
"Exactly what I said. Anyway, so where is this air conditioner?" he asked casually, eyeing her up and down. Somehow Jess had just managed to make name of a common house hold fixture into one big sexual innuendo. Stupid rebellious bad boys; they never made anything simple. Rory sighed.
"It's...well...hm, um...more coffee?" she asked quickly. Jess snorted.
"You're telling me you don't know where the air conditioner is in your own house?!?" he balked.
"No, I expressly asked if you wanted more coffee." Rory took one look at Jess' face and gave up. "No, I don't. Sheesh, do you have to rub it in?"
Jess took a break from laughing to look straight at her. "Yes," he grinned. Rory stood up and stomped back into her room.
"Find it yourself!" she called behind her.
"Nice pajamas!" Jess shot back. There was a huge exasperated sigh, and then the door slammed. Jess wasn't worried--apparently Luke had run into the same problem the last time he had to fix the air conditioner, and had told him where it was.
Now...if he could only get her to come back out of her room again. He must admit, he was partial to those pajamas.
"Wooooow," Jess said to no one in particular. "I didn't know they made clothes like that..."
From Rory's room came the sound of a shoe hitting the door. "I heard that!" she yelled back.
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Author's ashamed end ramblings: I'm so sorry, guys, that this is so friking short. I haven't been incredibly interested in writing lately, so I need to get back into the swing of things. Please, review and tell me what you think. Thanks!!--Annest
