Title: NY State of Mind
Author: Doublemint Mystique
Rating: PG
Summary: AU. 16-year-old city girl Rory meets private-schooler Jess when she's forced to move to Stars Hollow.
Pairing: R/J
Comments: celticrockstar@bolt.com
Disclaimer: I own the story, nothing else.
Authors Note: Sorry for the long wait. I have abandoned the story, but figured I should at least put up the part of chapter three that I had written. Thank you all for your kind reviews and encouragement, but I've grown tired of the story. If anyone else wishes to pick it up from here, be my guest, just email me and let me know so I can read your continuation. Thanks again for everything, and hopefully you'll see me around posting more stuff soon.
Chapter Three
"Want some?" Rory asked Jess, offering him a tin of cinnamon Altoids.
"Some? I'll have one, maybe," Jess answered, taking a red mint from the box.
"What, too curiously strong for you? Take a walk on the wild side, Jess, and have two at a time," Rory teased. To prove her point, she took four mints and popped them all into her mouth at once.
"So, what brings you to the quaint little hamlet that is Stars Hollow?" Jess inquired, fiddling with the zipper of his jacket.
"My mom got a new job," was all she could get out, what with all the mints she was juggling around inside her mouth. She paused, and then resumed, "Not very exciting, I know."
"Trust me, nothing in Stars Hollow is exciting," he replied. "Well, I shouldn't say that. Last week at the town meeting there was a vote to have a Sock Hop...but that's about as good as it's gonna get."
"Wow," Rory answered, amazed at how this town had already come across as primitive, and she'd only lived there for a few days. "Lived," she thought. It still hadn't sunk in that tonight she wouldn't be going home to her apartment, she wouldn't be climbing the thousands of steps to her floor, she wouldn't be greeted by the doorman as she stepped through the threshold of her building. "Get it in your head, Gilmore," she thought to herself, "you can't fill in the address field with New York, New York anymore."
"I'll bet the daily drug heists and all that jazz in the city can't compare to a good old fashioned Sock Hop," Jess commented, embarrassed that his town had absolutely nothing to offer except for...great. He couldn't think of anything that Stars Hollow had to satisfy the sophisticated appetite of this pleasant stranger.
Rory laughed, and started on a new topic, "So, what school do you go to?"
"Chilton. It's a prep school near Hartford," Jess answered, trying not to seem too boastful.
"Oh, we have a smarty on our hands, huh? Where are those not gifted with brains forced to go at ungodly hours of the morning?"
"Stars Hollow High," Jess said bluntly.
"Sounds intriguing. Let me guess, the school rugby team won States last year?"
"Hey, we're not *that* far off the map," he said grinning.
"Ok, ok. So what can you tell me about it?"
"About what?" Jess asked, trying hard to keep up with the fast-talking Rory.
"Stars Hollow High. Cute guys? Suffocating cliques of blonde dimwits? Jocks who stuff unsuspecting freshmen into lockers they shouldn't possibly be able to fit into?"
"Uh, I'm not sure. I never went there..." he trailed off.
"Oh, ok, gotcha. Moving on. Hmm..." Rory answered, searching for something else to talk about. She looked up to the sky, hoping the fluffly white clouds would give her an answer. "So, how'd you end up here?"
"Long story. You'd probably be bored out of your mind," Jess said, shuffling his feet as he walked. Personal conversations were never really his thing. Get him started on how the Hartford Whalers never should have moved to Carolina, and he'd talk for hours, but once the topic turned to something involving his own life, he shut up like a school-aged girl who just encountered her crush at the McDonald's around the corner.
Rory stopped walking and turned to look at him. "Try me," was all she said.
"Well, ok, if you really want to hear it," Jess voiced reluctantly. "My mom wasn't married when I was born. She picked up someone along the lines of Wacko Jacko at a bizarre Italian Pride festival. Bam, she's pregnant, and her knight in shining armor left no forwarding address."
"Ohhh..." Rory said, stretching out the word in order to increase the effect of showing interest.
"So my mom moved in with my uncle, because, you know, he's the budding entrepreneur of the family, opening up a diner in hardware store..."
"Pure genius," Rory commented.
"This is Kim's Antiques," Jess said abruptly, as they approached a large barn sort of building. He'd talked about himself for all of two minutes, but that was already making him uncomfortable. "Mrs. Kim is the toughest Korean cookie you will *ever* run into."
"Is that so?" Rory said, skeptical.
"I'd bet my life on it," Jess said humorously....
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And that is where I stopped. I've had this typed up for a few months, hoping I'd go back to it, but my interest in the story is gone. Ok, so, review away, and sorry I couldn't finish it!
Author: Doublemint Mystique
Rating: PG
Summary: AU. 16-year-old city girl Rory meets private-schooler Jess when she's forced to move to Stars Hollow.
Pairing: R/J
Comments: celticrockstar@bolt.com
Disclaimer: I own the story, nothing else.
Authors Note: Sorry for the long wait. I have abandoned the story, but figured I should at least put up the part of chapter three that I had written. Thank you all for your kind reviews and encouragement, but I've grown tired of the story. If anyone else wishes to pick it up from here, be my guest, just email me and let me know so I can read your continuation. Thanks again for everything, and hopefully you'll see me around posting more stuff soon.
Chapter Three
"Want some?" Rory asked Jess, offering him a tin of cinnamon Altoids.
"Some? I'll have one, maybe," Jess answered, taking a red mint from the box.
"What, too curiously strong for you? Take a walk on the wild side, Jess, and have two at a time," Rory teased. To prove her point, she took four mints and popped them all into her mouth at once.
"So, what brings you to the quaint little hamlet that is Stars Hollow?" Jess inquired, fiddling with the zipper of his jacket.
"My mom got a new job," was all she could get out, what with all the mints she was juggling around inside her mouth. She paused, and then resumed, "Not very exciting, I know."
"Trust me, nothing in Stars Hollow is exciting," he replied. "Well, I shouldn't say that. Last week at the town meeting there was a vote to have a Sock Hop...but that's about as good as it's gonna get."
"Wow," Rory answered, amazed at how this town had already come across as primitive, and she'd only lived there for a few days. "Lived," she thought. It still hadn't sunk in that tonight she wouldn't be going home to her apartment, she wouldn't be climbing the thousands of steps to her floor, she wouldn't be greeted by the doorman as she stepped through the threshold of her building. "Get it in your head, Gilmore," she thought to herself, "you can't fill in the address field with New York, New York anymore."
"I'll bet the daily drug heists and all that jazz in the city can't compare to a good old fashioned Sock Hop," Jess commented, embarrassed that his town had absolutely nothing to offer except for...great. He couldn't think of anything that Stars Hollow had to satisfy the sophisticated appetite of this pleasant stranger.
Rory laughed, and started on a new topic, "So, what school do you go to?"
"Chilton. It's a prep school near Hartford," Jess answered, trying not to seem too boastful.
"Oh, we have a smarty on our hands, huh? Where are those not gifted with brains forced to go at ungodly hours of the morning?"
"Stars Hollow High," Jess said bluntly.
"Sounds intriguing. Let me guess, the school rugby team won States last year?"
"Hey, we're not *that* far off the map," he said grinning.
"Ok, ok. So what can you tell me about it?"
"About what?" Jess asked, trying hard to keep up with the fast-talking Rory.
"Stars Hollow High. Cute guys? Suffocating cliques of blonde dimwits? Jocks who stuff unsuspecting freshmen into lockers they shouldn't possibly be able to fit into?"
"Uh, I'm not sure. I never went there..." he trailed off.
"Oh, ok, gotcha. Moving on. Hmm..." Rory answered, searching for something else to talk about. She looked up to the sky, hoping the fluffly white clouds would give her an answer. "So, how'd you end up here?"
"Long story. You'd probably be bored out of your mind," Jess said, shuffling his feet as he walked. Personal conversations were never really his thing. Get him started on how the Hartford Whalers never should have moved to Carolina, and he'd talk for hours, but once the topic turned to something involving his own life, he shut up like a school-aged girl who just encountered her crush at the McDonald's around the corner.
Rory stopped walking and turned to look at him. "Try me," was all she said.
"Well, ok, if you really want to hear it," Jess voiced reluctantly. "My mom wasn't married when I was born. She picked up someone along the lines of Wacko Jacko at a bizarre Italian Pride festival. Bam, she's pregnant, and her knight in shining armor left no forwarding address."
"Ohhh..." Rory said, stretching out the word in order to increase the effect of showing interest.
"So my mom moved in with my uncle, because, you know, he's the budding entrepreneur of the family, opening up a diner in hardware store..."
"Pure genius," Rory commented.
"This is Kim's Antiques," Jess said abruptly, as they approached a large barn sort of building. He'd talked about himself for all of two minutes, but that was already making him uncomfortable. "Mrs. Kim is the toughest Korean cookie you will *ever* run into."
"Is that so?" Rory said, skeptical.
"I'd bet my life on it," Jess said humorously....
.::.
And that is where I stopped. I've had this typed up for a few months, hoping I'd go back to it, but my interest in the story is gone. Ok, so, review away, and sorry I couldn't finish it!