A/N- I have changed it from the 1960's to the 1950's. So, I hope you still
like it. Thanks to all who reviewed. Also, the characters may be a little
different than they are on the show.
As Rory continued her walk down the hall she interrupted the blonde's persistent flow of irrelevant words.
"Who was that?" Rory asked
"Who was who?" The girl asked.
"The guy I bumped into back there," Rory stated.
"Oh, don't worry about that. Now, let me tell you about Jenna Roberts, because good golly she is so annoying," the girl began, but was abruptly interrupted again by Rory.
"No," Rory stated agitated, "who was he?"
"His name is Jess Mariano. He lives in the bad part of town with his brother Jake," the girl explained.
"What is the bad part of town?" Rory asked, scrunching her brow.
"Well, it's really the outskirts of town. It's where a bunch of Jess' no good friends live too. They get into fights and always smoke and are just really bad," the blonde answered, wondering why Rory was so interested.
"He called me a Soc (thanx for the spelling!). Why?" Rory asked.
"Because that's what you are. Listen there are two types of people in this town. There are the socs, that's us. You know, the people who have a future and money. Then there are the greasers, and that's the people like Jess, the people who don't fit in, and who never will," the blonde answered.
"Oh," Rory.
It was the end of the day, and as Rory made her way outside, she heard someone behind her.
" Hey soc," a male voice stated.
" Excuse me?" Rory asked as she turned around, only to see Jess.
" I said hey soc," Jess answered. "Please don't call me that. My name is Rory, call me by my name," Rory stated as she continued to walk home.
" Rory huh? What kind of name is that anyways?" Jess asked, as he caught up to her and fell into place beside her.
"It's short for Lorelei," Rory answered.
"Lorelei, Rory, no, I think soc fits you better," Jess stated, lighting up a cigarette.
Rory stopped walking and turned to face Jess.
"Listen James Dean, I am not a soc. I live alone with my mom and we just moved here from Boston. My dad died two years ago, and all he left us were debts and bills to pay. I don't like you because you're a pompous punk who gets his thrill by picking on someone. If you don't want to be a typical greaser, than make something out of yourself, and if you're happy being a cigarette smoking greaser, well than good for you," Rory stated. Once she finished, she turned and walked away, leaving Jess speechless.
"Hey hun! How was school?" Lorelei asked when she heard Rory come in.
" Full of greasers, socs, and a James Dean wannabe," Rory answered, slamming her bedroom door.
As Rory continued her walk down the hall she interrupted the blonde's persistent flow of irrelevant words.
"Who was that?" Rory asked
"Who was who?" The girl asked.
"The guy I bumped into back there," Rory stated.
"Oh, don't worry about that. Now, let me tell you about Jenna Roberts, because good golly she is so annoying," the girl began, but was abruptly interrupted again by Rory.
"No," Rory stated agitated, "who was he?"
"His name is Jess Mariano. He lives in the bad part of town with his brother Jake," the girl explained.
"What is the bad part of town?" Rory asked, scrunching her brow.
"Well, it's really the outskirts of town. It's where a bunch of Jess' no good friends live too. They get into fights and always smoke and are just really bad," the blonde answered, wondering why Rory was so interested.
"He called me a Soc (thanx for the spelling!). Why?" Rory asked.
"Because that's what you are. Listen there are two types of people in this town. There are the socs, that's us. You know, the people who have a future and money. Then there are the greasers, and that's the people like Jess, the people who don't fit in, and who never will," the blonde answered.
"Oh," Rory.
It was the end of the day, and as Rory made her way outside, she heard someone behind her.
" Hey soc," a male voice stated.
" Excuse me?" Rory asked as she turned around, only to see Jess.
" I said hey soc," Jess answered. "Please don't call me that. My name is Rory, call me by my name," Rory stated as she continued to walk home.
" Rory huh? What kind of name is that anyways?" Jess asked, as he caught up to her and fell into place beside her.
"It's short for Lorelei," Rory answered.
"Lorelei, Rory, no, I think soc fits you better," Jess stated, lighting up a cigarette.
Rory stopped walking and turned to face Jess.
"Listen James Dean, I am not a soc. I live alone with my mom and we just moved here from Boston. My dad died two years ago, and all he left us were debts and bills to pay. I don't like you because you're a pompous punk who gets his thrill by picking on someone. If you don't want to be a typical greaser, than make something out of yourself, and if you're happy being a cigarette smoking greaser, well than good for you," Rory stated. Once she finished, she turned and walked away, leaving Jess speechless.
"Hey hun! How was school?" Lorelei asked when she heard Rory come in.
" Full of greasers, socs, and a James Dean wannabe," Rory answered, slamming her bedroom door.