Author's note: Okay, here is the chapter 1. Thanks for the reviews :P I know there was only a little to review, the prologue was rather short. I hope you'll continue to review! Thanks!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to the Gilmore Girls and The Clash.
A Nice Meeting – Chapter 1 – The First Chat"Wake up, Gilmore. We have to be downstairs in twenty minutes!", Paris practically yelled at Rory the next morning. "Why aren't you awake? You knew we had this important meeting this morning! I can't believe we'll be late because of you!", she added, angry.
Rory sighed, deliberately ignoring Paris. She wouldn't let her open her mouth anyway...
"And Jamie will be there too! What will I do? What will I say? Oh, I almost sound like Louise and Madeline, wondering what they will wear for a date. But this isn't a date! This is a meeting. We'll listen, take notes, and listen again. We'll ask questions and listen again!", Paris continued.
She stopped and sighed.
"You aren't listening to me..." she accused.
True, Rory hadn't listened to a word and didn't know what she was talking about. Her thoughts were back home, in Stars Hollow. Jess. Jess was back and she still didn't know why. It tortured her to have two guys fighting in her mind. But it was only in her mind, they weren't really fighting, right?
What are you trying to prove?
Rory wasn't sure. She really had no idea of what she wanted to know. Maybe she should just forget everything and continue her life the way it was...
"I'm sorry about that, Paris. I was thinking about...", Rory began.
"Jess, I know", Paris cut her off.
Rory looked at her, surprised.
"What did you say?", she asked, still shocked.
"You exactly know what I said, don't play this game with me, Gilmore", Paris replied somewhat annoyed.
Rory wasn't sure what to say so she just stood up and walked to the bathroom to get dressed. She didn't have the time to take a shower so she would have to take it after the meeting.
If Paris let her do so... she would certainly have something prepared for her tonight.
Rory brushed her hair and ate a pop tart.
"I need a coffee and after, I'll be ready to go", she announced.
Paris gave her a cup of coffee and Rory looked at it, amazed.
"I thought you would need it", she simply said.
***Later that night***
Rory was bored and didn't know what to do. Then again, she couldn't sleep. And it was because of Jess. She couldn't stop thinking of him, of his dark hair, of his eyes, of his lips... his soft lips..
Stop! I don't want to think about him, I can't... I have Dean!
Dean. In three days, she hadn't written him a letter. And in three days, she had written a thousand of unfinished letters to Jess.. What was wrong with her? Love, love, love, it was the only word in her mind. But, why?!
I have to find something to get him off of my mind..
Rory turned on her laptop and stared at the screen. She did some research, trying to find something interesting. She found the lyrics of a Clash song.
The Guns Of Brixton Lyrics
The Clash
Clash On Broadway
(Paul Simonon)
When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun
When the law break in
How you gonna go?
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting on death row
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton
The money feels good
And your life you like it well
But surely your time will come
As in heaven, as in hell
You see, he feels like Ivan
Born under the Brixton sun
His game is called survivin'
At the end of the harder they come
You know it means no mercy
They caught him with a gun
No need for the Black Maria
Goodbye to the Brixton sun
You can crush us
You can bruise us
Yes, even shoot us
But oh-the guns of Brixton
When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun
You can crush us
You can bruise us
Yes, even shoot us
But oh-the guns of Brixton
Shot down on the pavement
Waiting in death row
His game is called survivin'
As in heaven as in hell
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton
It reminded her of Jess. She remembered the night of their car accident, he had written these lyrics instead of the Shakespeare thing Rory had asked him. She smiled. Jess would always be a rebel. But he had a cause, she knew it. Deep down inside of him, he was a good guy.
It seems that I'm the only one who noticed that fact...
Rory looked back at the Clash website she was surfing on. It gave her an idea. Since she felt so lonely, why not talk to some Clash fans? She glanced at her watch: 11p.m. It wasn't too late considering the fact that she was on the phone later than that last night.
She got her AIM online and searched for a Clash chat room. There weren't many people talking and she quickly got bored. She was about to cut off her connection when she noticed that she had a private message.
BadBoyNYer: Hey.
CoffeeAddicted: Hey to you too.
BadBoyNYer: So you are a coffee addicted huh?
CoffeeAddicted: Looks like it. How are you?
BadBoyNYer: I'm good, good. You?
CoffeeAddicted: Tired. But I can't sleep.
BadBoyNYer: So you have insomnia huh? Do you know what cause your insomnia?
Rory sighed. She couldn't talk about her life with a perfect stranger! But it could help her, couldn't it? She smiled. It couldn't be that bad to talk with a stranger. It wasn't like She would see him. She didn't even know him.
CoffeeAddicted: Oh well, I keep thinking of this guy all night (and all day!) so I can't sleep.
BadBoyNYer: Your boyfriend?
Rory hesitated. No, she wasn't thinking of Dean.. She was thinking of Jess. And Jess wasn't her boyfriend. Rory decided that it didn't matter to tell him the truth or not. This guy didn't know who she was, nor did he know Jess or Dean.
CoffeeAddicted: ... Nope.
BadBoyNYer: A potential boyfriend?
CoffeeAddicted: Hey you're curious! And it's private!
BadBoyNYer: Sorry, I didn't want to shock you. Please, forgive me.
CoffeeAddicted: You're forgiven. :)
BadBoyNYer: So you like The Clash huh?
CoffeeAddicted: Looks like it! What's your favorite song?
BadBoyNYer: The Guns of Brixton.
That is so weird!
CoffeeAddicted: I gotta go! Bye.
BadBoyNYer: Hey wait! What's your name?
CoffeeAddicted: ... I don't know if I should tell you.. I don't know you..
BadBoyNYer: You can call me Dodger.
CoffeeAddicted: Oliver Twist...
Thanks for reading!
Sarah