*Disclaimer: I don't own the series Gilmore Girls or the characters. All I
own is my imagination and the plot.
*A/N: Hey!!! One story down and like a zillion to go, right ? After this one I still have one story to finish and a couple more to put up, so nobody out there can say that I'm not devoted to writing. Anyway thanks for the reviews on the last chapter. I did some research for this chapter on poetry, so please review and tell me what's going on in that mind of yours. Is it filled with GG ? ThAnKs!!! (Does anyone know the band B4-4 btw ? Cause I just got their new album and the song 'Process of Elimination' is my favorite.)
*~*~*:-)*~*~*Bye, smile :-)
Rory dropped the pillows that Sasha gave her on Jess' mattress and looked around Lily's room. She had quite an impressive book collection for her age. During the conversation that she had with Lily earlier she could tell that she was really interested in books and to Rory's amazement she practically liked all the same authors as Jess did. Rory knew that if Jess gave Lily a chance they would get along fine, but of course she knew how stubborn Jess was and he would never admit in actually having anything in common with Lily or with Jimmy for that matter. Rory sat down on the mattress and smiled. They were definitely more alike than they would both ever admit. Suddenly Rory stopped her stream of thoughts and realized that she was sitting on Jess' mattress. Just knowing that he had slept on it gave her butterflies. His scent made her dizzy and before she could lose all control, she got up. She quickly grabbed the book that she was reading and left the room. She made her way over to the living room where she found Sasha and Jimmy cuddling on the couch. Rory held back a smile as she pictured Jess' reaction on this scene. Both Sasha and Jimmy looked up when she came into the room.
R: ''Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you.''
Sasha shot her a genuine smile, that could probably make the sun appear if it was raining.
S: ''Don't be silly. We were just watching TV.''
Jimmy: ''For now anyway.''
Jimmy winked at Rory and softly laughed when she started to blush.
S: ''Just ignore him. What's on your mind ?''
R: ''I was wondering if you knew where Jess is ?''
Jimmy: ''Can't help you there.''
S: ''Jess isn't the most talkative person.''
R: ''Yeah, I know.''
S: ''Sorry.''
R: ''That's okay. Is it alright if I go for a walk ?''
S: ''Of course.''
Jimmy: ''Finally somebody who tells us where she's going.''
S: ''I recall you being the same way as Jess a couple of years ago.''
Jimmy: ''Yeah, but I grew up.''
Sasha rolled her eyes and Rory smiled.
R: ''I'll be back in an hour.''
S: ''Take your time. Is Lily in bed already ?''
R: ''No, she's reading, in the closet ?''
Jimmy: ''It's a habit, don't worry about it.''
S: ''When she gets took big for the closet she'll have to find another place.''
Jimmy: ''Like the basement for instance.''
S: ''Have fun and if you see Jess try to bring him home with you.''
R: ''I'll try. Night.''
*~*~*
Once Rory was outside, she knew just where she wanted to go. She headed over to the beach, wishing that she had brought her jacket with her, because the wind was cutting right through her. When she reached the beach, she was just about to sit down on one of the beach chairs when she spotted a familiar figure sitting on the sand near the water. She took a couple of steps towards the figure to make sure that it was him. When she saw that it was Jess, she started to walk over to him. She tried to be quiet, but she knew that he had already seen her. He always did.
Jess watched her out of the corner of her eye, pretending not to notice her. He took a drag from his cigarette and returned his eyes to the ocean in front of him, trying to think about anything but her. He slowly blew out the smoke and watched it as it danced in front of his eyes for a while, before it finally vanished. Suddenly he could feel her presence behind him. This time he couldn't help but look up at her. Immediately his eyes were fascinated by the way her hair was blowing around her face and by the way her shirt was clinging to her body, showing some of her milky white stomach.
R: ''Hey.''
Jess tore his eyes away from her stomach and slowly brought his eyes up to meet hers, that seemed to sparkle like one of the brightest stars he had ever seen. Jess nodded and forced himself to shift his gaze from her back to the ocean. She sat down next to him, so close that he could feel the heat of her body burning against his skin, teasing him.
R: ''I thought you quit.''
Jess shrugged.
J: ''Under some circumstances I smoke.''
Rory nodded, lowering her eyes to the book that was in her hand. She knew that those circumstances had something to do with her. She heard Jess sigh and when she looked up at him again, she caught him throwing his cigarette away. He turned his head and met her eyes for a minute, giving her the satisfaction to gloat. And she did, she returned his annoyed gaze with a happy smile that only added to her beauty.
R: ''Do you know that Lily reads in a closet ?''
J: ''Yeah. That kid's wacked.''
R: ''She isn't wacked, it's sweet. Maybe I should read in a closet from now on.''
J: ''It's definitely another way of stepping out of the closet.''
R: ''Lily's nice, smart too.''
Jess didn't say anything, but silently agreed with Rory. Lily was intelligent and she had definitely read her share of books.
J: ''What are you doing here ?''
R: ''I was going to read.''
J: ''What are you reading ?''
Rory held up the book and Jess read the cover with a small smile on his face. 'Six American Poets. An Anthology.' Jess tapped the cover with his finger and looked up at Rory.
J: ''One poet wasn't enough ?''
R: ''I couldn't choose. Besides now I have six poets for the price of one.''
J: ''I'm sure they'll be happy to hear that.''
R: ''What ? I'm not really familiar with poetry.''
J: ''Right. Since when do you even read poetry ?''
Rory shrugged.
R: ''I wanted to try something new.''
She wasn't really lying. She had wanted to try something new and after she had spoken to Jess on the phone she wanted to try reading poetry, hoping that it would make her forget about Jess. But it didn't work, almost every poem reminded her of Jess. Especially since he liked reading poetry.
J: ''Then you picked the perfect book.''
R: ''I did ?''
J: ''Yeah. I mean it's like you said, six of America's best poets for the price of one. Each having there own unique yet similar style.''
R: ''How come it sounds better when you say it ?''
J: ''Have you started the book yet ?''
R: ''Actually I finished it.........twice.''
J: ''Then why are you reading it again ? Having trouble understanding the poems ?''
R: ''Some, but that's not why I'm reading it again.''
J: ''Then what is ?''
R: ''Cause I like the way the poets can put so much feeling and emotion into their poems.''
J: ''And thought.''
R: ''Right. It's almost like a novel.''
J: ''I agree.''
R: ''They're like little pieces of a novel. Little works of art.''
J: ''Do you have a favorite poet yet ?''
R: ''I like Langston Hughes' style a lot.''
J: ''Why ?''
R: ''Cause his poems are short, but yet so much happens in them.''
J: ''Yeah, straight to the point poems with abrupt shifts in them.''
R: ''Besides his poems always remind me of jazz.''
J: ''Do you have a favorite ? Poem I mean ?''
R: ''Well, yeah. It's really short though..........''
J: ''That's Langston Hughes.''
R: ''And this one is actually from the introduction pages.''
J: ''Tell me anyway.''
He watched Rory with a smile on his face as she opened the book and started to read. He followed every movement of her lips, wishing that he could just touch them and place a swift kiss on them, letting her know that he still cared for her.
R: ''With his ebony hands on each ivory key. He made that poor piano moan with melody. O Blues! Swaying to and fro on his rickety stool. He played that sad raggy tune like a musical fool. Sweet Blues! Coming from a black man's soul. O Blues!.''
Rory looked up from her book, straight into Jess' eyes. For a moment they couldn't tear their eyes away from each other and they brought their heads closer without noticing. But when Jess' face was only inches away from Rory's, he cleared his throat and leaned back. He saw the hurt and confusion in her eyes, but chose to ignore it.
J: ''Why do you like it so much ?''
Rory who was still a little uneasy, answered with a voice that was on the edge of breaking.
R: ''Cause I can just picture the man sitting behind his piano, his hands flying across the keys, smiling as he does this.............. How about you, what's your favorite poet ?''
Jess was glad that she didn't expect him to explain to her what just happened between them.
J: ''Out of that book ?''
R: ''Yeah.''
J: ''Wallace Stevens.''
R: ''Reason ?''
J: ''Cause you have to read them more than once to understand the.''
R: ''His are the ones I'm having trouble with. I don't get them.''
Just like him. Rory had trouble getting him sometimes. Just like now. What was he thinking about right now ? What was going through his head when their lips were almost touching ? Was his heart beating as fast as hers right now ? Questions that she would probably never get any answers to.
J: ''Ah, but you don't actually have to get them to know that whatever he's saying is done extremely well.''
R: ''Guess so. William Carlos Williams is easy to get though. I like his style. Short I admit, but yet beautifully written. And his poems are.........personal........unlike Stevens who's poems are always impersonal.''
Rory had the urge to laugh. She could have figured that Jess would prefer impersonal poems above personal ones.
J: ''Yeah, but he always tries to compare the main object or person in his poem to other objects.''
R: ''More objects, impersonal.''
J: ''But you as reader make it personal and you have to admit that comparing for example the light of a star to bronze or fire does give you some sort of feeling.''
R: ''Point made and taken.''
J: ''What about Whitman ?''
R: ''Cheerful. He always seems to brighten up bad situations.''
J: ''Yeah, which isn't realistic, cause situations still remained sad and his poems didn't stop them from getting worse.''
R: ''They gave people hope.''
J: ''False hope.''
R: ''Poetry is also a form of fiction, you know ?''
J: ''All this time I thought it was based on historic facts and real events.''
R: ''Some are.''
J: ''True. What about Dickenson ?''
R: ''A little too cynical for my taste.''
J: ''Not my favorite either. Robert Frost ?''
R: ''His poems always seem to resemble the lives of people I know.''
J: ''So, conclusion ?''
R: ''I'm sticking with Hughes.''
J: ''Fair enough.''
They were silent for a while, both looking at the water and wondering what the other was thinking. They could hear each other's breathing and even though Jess would never admit it he was touched that Rory came all the way to Venice to see him. The only question was, why did she come to see him ? Especially with what she said on the phone. Knowing that he would only get the answer to that question by asking, he took a deep breath and glanced at Rory.
J: ''Rory, why did you come here ?''
R: ''Closure, I guess..................Listen, Jess..........I'm sorry for that I said the last time I spoke to you. I wasn't............''
J: ''You wanna go swimming tomorrow ?''
R: ''What ?''
His abrupt interruption took her by surprise.
J: ''Swimming ?''
R: ''I didn't bring a bathing suit.''
She knew that he didn't want to talk about what had happened between them and she decided to drop it, for the moment anyway. Cause she wasn't leaving here without talking to him about it.
J: ''Who said anything about a bathing suit ?''
Jess smiled at her boyishly. Rory rolled her eyes, but couldn't look away quick enough to hide her slight blush that was clearly visible in the moonlight.
J: ''I'm kidding. I'm sure you can barrow Sasha's. It might be a little wide at the hips, but other than that...............''
Suddenly his voice faded, realizing what he just said. He locked eyes with her and Rory's blush just got worse. She didn't know that he actually knew how wide her hips were. It was comforting in a way.
R: ''We better get back.''
Jess nodded and helped her up. They were halfway back when Rory's voice interrupted his thoughts.
R: ''Can Lily come too ?''
J: ''Why ? Do you think we need a chaperone ?''
They continued walking in silence, both with a smile on their face as they remembered the unforgettable memory that was practically engraved in their minds.
*A/N: Hey!!! One story down and like a zillion to go, right ? After this one I still have one story to finish and a couple more to put up, so nobody out there can say that I'm not devoted to writing. Anyway thanks for the reviews on the last chapter. I did some research for this chapter on poetry, so please review and tell me what's going on in that mind of yours. Is it filled with GG ? ThAnKs!!! (Does anyone know the band B4-4 btw ? Cause I just got their new album and the song 'Process of Elimination' is my favorite.)
*~*~*:-)*~*~*Bye, smile :-)
Rory dropped the pillows that Sasha gave her on Jess' mattress and looked around Lily's room. She had quite an impressive book collection for her age. During the conversation that she had with Lily earlier she could tell that she was really interested in books and to Rory's amazement she practically liked all the same authors as Jess did. Rory knew that if Jess gave Lily a chance they would get along fine, but of course she knew how stubborn Jess was and he would never admit in actually having anything in common with Lily or with Jimmy for that matter. Rory sat down on the mattress and smiled. They were definitely more alike than they would both ever admit. Suddenly Rory stopped her stream of thoughts and realized that she was sitting on Jess' mattress. Just knowing that he had slept on it gave her butterflies. His scent made her dizzy and before she could lose all control, she got up. She quickly grabbed the book that she was reading and left the room. She made her way over to the living room where she found Sasha and Jimmy cuddling on the couch. Rory held back a smile as she pictured Jess' reaction on this scene. Both Sasha and Jimmy looked up when she came into the room.
R: ''Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you.''
Sasha shot her a genuine smile, that could probably make the sun appear if it was raining.
S: ''Don't be silly. We were just watching TV.''
Jimmy: ''For now anyway.''
Jimmy winked at Rory and softly laughed when she started to blush.
S: ''Just ignore him. What's on your mind ?''
R: ''I was wondering if you knew where Jess is ?''
Jimmy: ''Can't help you there.''
S: ''Jess isn't the most talkative person.''
R: ''Yeah, I know.''
S: ''Sorry.''
R: ''That's okay. Is it alright if I go for a walk ?''
S: ''Of course.''
Jimmy: ''Finally somebody who tells us where she's going.''
S: ''I recall you being the same way as Jess a couple of years ago.''
Jimmy: ''Yeah, but I grew up.''
Sasha rolled her eyes and Rory smiled.
R: ''I'll be back in an hour.''
S: ''Take your time. Is Lily in bed already ?''
R: ''No, she's reading, in the closet ?''
Jimmy: ''It's a habit, don't worry about it.''
S: ''When she gets took big for the closet she'll have to find another place.''
Jimmy: ''Like the basement for instance.''
S: ''Have fun and if you see Jess try to bring him home with you.''
R: ''I'll try. Night.''
*~*~*
Once Rory was outside, she knew just where she wanted to go. She headed over to the beach, wishing that she had brought her jacket with her, because the wind was cutting right through her. When she reached the beach, she was just about to sit down on one of the beach chairs when she spotted a familiar figure sitting on the sand near the water. She took a couple of steps towards the figure to make sure that it was him. When she saw that it was Jess, she started to walk over to him. She tried to be quiet, but she knew that he had already seen her. He always did.
Jess watched her out of the corner of her eye, pretending not to notice her. He took a drag from his cigarette and returned his eyes to the ocean in front of him, trying to think about anything but her. He slowly blew out the smoke and watched it as it danced in front of his eyes for a while, before it finally vanished. Suddenly he could feel her presence behind him. This time he couldn't help but look up at her. Immediately his eyes were fascinated by the way her hair was blowing around her face and by the way her shirt was clinging to her body, showing some of her milky white stomach.
R: ''Hey.''
Jess tore his eyes away from her stomach and slowly brought his eyes up to meet hers, that seemed to sparkle like one of the brightest stars he had ever seen. Jess nodded and forced himself to shift his gaze from her back to the ocean. She sat down next to him, so close that he could feel the heat of her body burning against his skin, teasing him.
R: ''I thought you quit.''
Jess shrugged.
J: ''Under some circumstances I smoke.''
Rory nodded, lowering her eyes to the book that was in her hand. She knew that those circumstances had something to do with her. She heard Jess sigh and when she looked up at him again, she caught him throwing his cigarette away. He turned his head and met her eyes for a minute, giving her the satisfaction to gloat. And she did, she returned his annoyed gaze with a happy smile that only added to her beauty.
R: ''Do you know that Lily reads in a closet ?''
J: ''Yeah. That kid's wacked.''
R: ''She isn't wacked, it's sweet. Maybe I should read in a closet from now on.''
J: ''It's definitely another way of stepping out of the closet.''
R: ''Lily's nice, smart too.''
Jess didn't say anything, but silently agreed with Rory. Lily was intelligent and she had definitely read her share of books.
J: ''What are you doing here ?''
R: ''I was going to read.''
J: ''What are you reading ?''
Rory held up the book and Jess read the cover with a small smile on his face. 'Six American Poets. An Anthology.' Jess tapped the cover with his finger and looked up at Rory.
J: ''One poet wasn't enough ?''
R: ''I couldn't choose. Besides now I have six poets for the price of one.''
J: ''I'm sure they'll be happy to hear that.''
R: ''What ? I'm not really familiar with poetry.''
J: ''Right. Since when do you even read poetry ?''
Rory shrugged.
R: ''I wanted to try something new.''
She wasn't really lying. She had wanted to try something new and after she had spoken to Jess on the phone she wanted to try reading poetry, hoping that it would make her forget about Jess. But it didn't work, almost every poem reminded her of Jess. Especially since he liked reading poetry.
J: ''Then you picked the perfect book.''
R: ''I did ?''
J: ''Yeah. I mean it's like you said, six of America's best poets for the price of one. Each having there own unique yet similar style.''
R: ''How come it sounds better when you say it ?''
J: ''Have you started the book yet ?''
R: ''Actually I finished it.........twice.''
J: ''Then why are you reading it again ? Having trouble understanding the poems ?''
R: ''Some, but that's not why I'm reading it again.''
J: ''Then what is ?''
R: ''Cause I like the way the poets can put so much feeling and emotion into their poems.''
J: ''And thought.''
R: ''Right. It's almost like a novel.''
J: ''I agree.''
R: ''They're like little pieces of a novel. Little works of art.''
J: ''Do you have a favorite poet yet ?''
R: ''I like Langston Hughes' style a lot.''
J: ''Why ?''
R: ''Cause his poems are short, but yet so much happens in them.''
J: ''Yeah, straight to the point poems with abrupt shifts in them.''
R: ''Besides his poems always remind me of jazz.''
J: ''Do you have a favorite ? Poem I mean ?''
R: ''Well, yeah. It's really short though..........''
J: ''That's Langston Hughes.''
R: ''And this one is actually from the introduction pages.''
J: ''Tell me anyway.''
He watched Rory with a smile on his face as she opened the book and started to read. He followed every movement of her lips, wishing that he could just touch them and place a swift kiss on them, letting her know that he still cared for her.
R: ''With his ebony hands on each ivory key. He made that poor piano moan with melody. O Blues! Swaying to and fro on his rickety stool. He played that sad raggy tune like a musical fool. Sweet Blues! Coming from a black man's soul. O Blues!.''
Rory looked up from her book, straight into Jess' eyes. For a moment they couldn't tear their eyes away from each other and they brought their heads closer without noticing. But when Jess' face was only inches away from Rory's, he cleared his throat and leaned back. He saw the hurt and confusion in her eyes, but chose to ignore it.
J: ''Why do you like it so much ?''
Rory who was still a little uneasy, answered with a voice that was on the edge of breaking.
R: ''Cause I can just picture the man sitting behind his piano, his hands flying across the keys, smiling as he does this.............. How about you, what's your favorite poet ?''
Jess was glad that she didn't expect him to explain to her what just happened between them.
J: ''Out of that book ?''
R: ''Yeah.''
J: ''Wallace Stevens.''
R: ''Reason ?''
J: ''Cause you have to read them more than once to understand the.''
R: ''His are the ones I'm having trouble with. I don't get them.''
Just like him. Rory had trouble getting him sometimes. Just like now. What was he thinking about right now ? What was going through his head when their lips were almost touching ? Was his heart beating as fast as hers right now ? Questions that she would probably never get any answers to.
J: ''Ah, but you don't actually have to get them to know that whatever he's saying is done extremely well.''
R: ''Guess so. William Carlos Williams is easy to get though. I like his style. Short I admit, but yet beautifully written. And his poems are.........personal........unlike Stevens who's poems are always impersonal.''
Rory had the urge to laugh. She could have figured that Jess would prefer impersonal poems above personal ones.
J: ''Yeah, but he always tries to compare the main object or person in his poem to other objects.''
R: ''More objects, impersonal.''
J: ''But you as reader make it personal and you have to admit that comparing for example the light of a star to bronze or fire does give you some sort of feeling.''
R: ''Point made and taken.''
J: ''What about Whitman ?''
R: ''Cheerful. He always seems to brighten up bad situations.''
J: ''Yeah, which isn't realistic, cause situations still remained sad and his poems didn't stop them from getting worse.''
R: ''They gave people hope.''
J: ''False hope.''
R: ''Poetry is also a form of fiction, you know ?''
J: ''All this time I thought it was based on historic facts and real events.''
R: ''Some are.''
J: ''True. What about Dickenson ?''
R: ''A little too cynical for my taste.''
J: ''Not my favorite either. Robert Frost ?''
R: ''His poems always seem to resemble the lives of people I know.''
J: ''So, conclusion ?''
R: ''I'm sticking with Hughes.''
J: ''Fair enough.''
They were silent for a while, both looking at the water and wondering what the other was thinking. They could hear each other's breathing and even though Jess would never admit it he was touched that Rory came all the way to Venice to see him. The only question was, why did she come to see him ? Especially with what she said on the phone. Knowing that he would only get the answer to that question by asking, he took a deep breath and glanced at Rory.
J: ''Rory, why did you come here ?''
R: ''Closure, I guess..................Listen, Jess..........I'm sorry for that I said the last time I spoke to you. I wasn't............''
J: ''You wanna go swimming tomorrow ?''
R: ''What ?''
His abrupt interruption took her by surprise.
J: ''Swimming ?''
R: ''I didn't bring a bathing suit.''
She knew that he didn't want to talk about what had happened between them and she decided to drop it, for the moment anyway. Cause she wasn't leaving here without talking to him about it.
J: ''Who said anything about a bathing suit ?''
Jess smiled at her boyishly. Rory rolled her eyes, but couldn't look away quick enough to hide her slight blush that was clearly visible in the moonlight.
J: ''I'm kidding. I'm sure you can barrow Sasha's. It might be a little wide at the hips, but other than that...............''
Suddenly his voice faded, realizing what he just said. He locked eyes with her and Rory's blush just got worse. She didn't know that he actually knew how wide her hips were. It was comforting in a way.
R: ''We better get back.''
Jess nodded and helped her up. They were halfway back when Rory's voice interrupted his thoughts.
R: ''Can Lily come too ?''
J: ''Why ? Do you think we need a chaperone ?''
They continued walking in silence, both with a smile on their face as they remembered the unforgettable memory that was practically engraved in their minds.
