Disclaimer: Not mine, not mine, not mine. Even the basic plot isn't mine. It's based of a musical titled "Mary Lou" (only in Israel ;)), with a change of some things to suit the plot and characters better.
A/N: This is an AU (Alternate Universe) story. Some characters are not where they are supposed to be or not how they're supposed to be or not in the place you're used to see them at. You'll see.
Again, sorry for the no updating thing. I don't know how many of you out there are actually interested, but I've had really stressful couple of weeks, and I couldn't do anything. Math sucks. Anyway…
Reviewer Me asked if this is a Lane/Jess fic. It's not. Sorry she puts you in a bad mood, or sorry I put you in a bad mood. I'm following that basic plot I told you all about in the Disclaimer, and Lane that way is kind of required. Sorry in advance. ;)
Stay Another Day
There was very little light in the room. She opened her eyes a little, seconds after waking up. She was confused, but she knew exactly what was going on.
She looked around her. He wasn't there.
She turned in her half-sleep. She had no idea what she was doing. She was in too deep.
Her eyes drifted to meet his seemingly concentrated gaze. He was there. He was watching her. He was writing.
"Watcha doing?" She asked sheepishly with a glowing smile on her rosy lips, propping herself up on her forearms.
"Writing." He answered simply, smiling back at her.
"About?" She asked, filled with interest.
He looked down at his paper. "He never cared. Nothing ever caught his interest. Nothing; no event, no weather, no life, no death, no love. It was a crazy world he lived in, and he was well aware that there was nothing for him to look for in it. Sometimes, his only wish was to crawl up a hole in the wall and rot there until he'd die. And then she. She was one to crawl into him. Her scent was spread into his realm. Her being covered his. She was a light. She looked silent and still, but she was a light. He still wanted to crawl into his wall. He still felt like rotting. But now, he wasn't interested in doing it alone." He read to her.
She gazed at her hands, a slight blush rising to her cheek. "King of Sap strikes again." She joked, her voice sounding almost overwhelmed.
He shrugged. "It's your fault." He told her, and she looked back at him.
"I'm proud to be at fault." She said. In, way too deep.
He said nothing. He just rose up from the small wooden stool he sat on and moved to sit next to her.
"Here." He handed her the paper.
She raised an eyebrow. "For me?" She asked, and he nodded. "Thank you." She smiled gratefully, going over the written once again.
"I can't risk anyone finding this here, anyway." He said, only half-serious. "I'm never that sappy."
"I never knew I had such an affect on people." She grinned. He replied with a soft kiss. One she could have only dreamt about a couple of days ago.
He pulled away. She opened her eyes to see him smile.
It was amazing to know that she's not dreaming. That it's real. That he's here, next to her. She was able to feel his breath on her skin, to feel his hair through her fingers. And it was real. And it was incredible.
And it was depressing. "What's time is it?" She asked, looking around for a clock.
He reached under his pillow and pulled his watch out. "9:43am." He replied, tossing the watch on his desk.
She sighed. She wanted to stay. But she had to go. She had to go back to her town. It was enough that she spent the night in New York, she couldn't spend more than that in there.
She called her mom the previous night. Said she'll be staying with a friend. A friend no one knew about. She never told her mom about him. She created an imaginary friend to fill for him whenever it was needed.
Her mom wasn't fond of the idea, but Rory was one to trust.
So there she was. She was silent for way too long. He was getting worried.
"Rory?" He asked, gently, trying to follow her eyes down her road of thoughts.
"I have to go." She said quietly. His smiling eyes were no longer smiling. They were narrowed at her perfect figure. He didn't want her to go. He wanted her to stay.
"Don't go." He asked, taking her hand in his.
"I don't want to go." She said, her voice drowning in a pool of despair. A wave of heat went through her as she felt Jess's hand on hers. A feeling of comfort, of safety. She wasn't ready to let that go.
"Then don't." He insisted, looking down at their hands, running his fingers against her skin.
She sighed again. "I told my mom I'll be home by noon." She told him.
"Tell her you're staying." He offered, his eyes darting up to meet hers.
"For how long?" She furrowed her brows.
He shrugged. "A day, a month, a year, forever. I don't know."
Her brows rose up in surprise. "You want me to live here?" She rhetorically asked, chuckling nervously.
"Is that a serious question?" He asked.
"I can't stay." She sighed. She couldn't. She wanted to. She couldn't.
"Why not?" He asked, his eyes reflecting as much despair as hers did.
"I've got school." She said matter-of-factly.
"You're on Spring Break." He reminded her.
"I've got homework." She kept insisting. She had no idea why she was insisting. She wanted to stay.
"Ask your mom to send them over." He suggested.
She chuckled, thinking how ridicules she would sound, talking to her mom. "'Hey, mom, I'm spending the break with this guy at his house. Can you send me my books?'" She quoted what seemed like the most logical way to present the request.
She was scared. That was it. It sounded crazy, but she wanted it so, so much. And she was scared. And it was crazy.
And she was scared.
He shrugged. "You could stay at your dad's."
"I could stay on the streets." She replied, obviously joking.
He nodded in agreement. "Sounds reasonable." He replied. He seemed too serious. It was disturbing.
"Jess." She chuckled, her tone playfully warning.
"I could feed you." He teased, his face still serious.
"Stop!" She still chuckled, and his lips broke into a smile.
"You're staying." He said, his voice in a note just between ordering and asking.
She paused. "Only if you'll feed me.
He smirked. "Do you like Pizza?"
"Duh." She giggled.
"Well, I have to stock on something." He continued.
"I'm good with what I've got so far." She smiled. And he smiled back.
He leaned in to kiss her again. It seemed like nothing can stop this. Nothing could possibly interrupt them and make the magic of every kiss, ever touch, every word fade away.
She kissed him back.
Nothing.
