AN-HI all. Nothing really to say, just thought it looked empty here
without my 2 cents. Umm, lol. Thanks to all those who reviewed, it really
means a lot to me. Oh, one review that just made me laugh and continues to
make me laugh every time I read it.
"oh no. the "she" is Bree, isn't it?"
I don't know who said it, but damm, it makes me laugh. I can practically hear the panic, lol.
Ok, I would try to be funny and witty here, but Eugene is sitting next to me talking on the phone to my recently "out" friend(who's more like a sister) and my brain is blank.(Aly tells me to hit him, but he'll hit me back and he's bigger, lol.) oh geeze, now he's explaining to my friend how men fake orgasms, ok, now he's demonstrating...I really should end this before you learn how insane my life (and my friends) really are. Then again you're reading this story, so you'll see how crazy they are. For the record, this is the guy you all love. Eugene..is Dom-well, not really, but Dom definatly has elements of Eugene. ok, I'm out, lol.
review please, I'm gonna have a really bad week, so please, make me happy(eugene just asked if I think they'll let him join a soroity..god, someone help me)
CHAPTER THREE
"Jess, I wanna play." A singsong voice invaded Jess' sleeping brain, pulling him to semi-consciousness.
"Go away," he responded gruffly, rolling over in his bed, hoping that the owner of the voice would take the hint and leave him alone.
"But I can't sleep," the voice continued, sitting down on the bed.
"Too bad, go away." Jess mumbled, wanting to enjoy the last few minutes of slumber before Luke demanded his presence.
"But I wanna play."
"No," Jess stated firmly, burrowing deeper under the covers.
"But I can't sleep, Jess." The voice had become progressively more irritating, and the owner was now repeatedly poking him in the back.
Jess rolled over to stop the poking but still remained mostly asleep. "I don't wanna play, Bree," he responded, irritated that his sleep was being interrupted.
"But Jeeesssss," she persisted, drawing out his name in a whiny manner, somewhat akin to a petulant five-year-old not getting her way.
"Bree, I said I don't wanna." His eyes shot open as he suddenly realized what he was saying. "What the hell are you doing here?" his question was sharp, but he wasn't angry. Just shocked.
Bree smiled at him and shrugged her shoulders. "I told you, I wanna play," she informed him, as if it were totally normal to come from New York to the middle of nowhere just because you were bored.
Jess laughed, shaking his head at the insanity of it all... but this was Bree, so it was only to be expected. "You wanna play?" he asked, sitting up in bed and stretching.
"Yes," she answered him, still as that petulant five-year-old. "But we don't have time," she added seriously.
"Why is that?"
"Because," she continued in a normal voice, "the morning rush is probably coming in and you should be downstairs helping Luke. So come on, time to get up." To punctuate her words, she pulled open the shade in a dazzling flare of sunlight.
"Ugh! Go *away*!" Jess growled, dropping down onto his pillows and pulling the covers over his head.
Not taking no for an answer, Bree rushed over to the bed and straddled his stomach in one swift movement. "Now you don't actually mean that, do you?" she inquired, pulling the covers away from him and fixing her eyes on his.
A small smile cracked across Jess' face despite his protest. "Never," he answered seriously.
"Good." Bree's manner was serious for a moment, but it didn't last. "Now, get up!" she demanded, bouncing on his chest to accentuate her point.
"Ugggg!" Jess laughed. "Oh my god, okay!" Bree rolled off of him and onto the bed next to him. Jess rubbed his stomach where she'd just been sitting.
"Have you gained weight?" he asked her, turning his head and giving her a hurt look.
Bree's mouth dropped open in shock.
"*That's* for jumping on me," he told her, smacking her side and sitting up to reach over the edge of the bed for his shoes.
"Mean!" Bree declared, sitting up next to him.
Jess just smiled wickedly in response to her indignation.
"You do know you live here, right?" she asked, eyeing his attire. "You don't have to sleep in your clothes to make a quick exit."
"I was out late last night."
"Oooh, commit any felonies?" she questioned teasingly.
"Depends on who you ask," he told her with a mysterious smile.
"Oh god," she exclaimed in mock disgust.
"What?"
"I know you, and I know that smile! Come on." She rose from the bed and moved towards the door.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Jess feigned innocence as he followed her to the door.
"Let's go, James Bond, time to serve the masses," she instructed, nodding her head towards the stairs.
"But I wanna play," he whined, imitating Bree's petulant five-year-old impression.
"It's too late for that, bucko," she called, moving down the stairs with him close behind.
"Bucko?"
"Eh, somethin' I'm trying out. Whaddya think?" As they reached the bottom of the stairs, she turned to look at him, waiting for his response.
"Not my favorite," he told her, moving forward to enter the diner.
"Really?"
"Yeah," he answered, moving behind the counter to grab an order pad and the coffee pot. "You sound like a wannabe cowboy."
Bree followed him into the diner, and everyone immediately turned to stare at her. "Howdy?" she said, giving the strange townspeople a little wave.
***
"Jess?" Bree whispered, leaning into him.
"Bree?" he whispered back, following her lead.
"They're staring," she told him conspiratorially. The patrons' eyes were all glued to the young woman, following her every movement.
"They do that sometimes." Jess didn't so much as look up to confirm her statement; he didn't need to.
Not one to be so easily dismissed, Bree continued, "I feel like I'm at a zoo, but I'm not sure which side of the glass I'm on." She warily eyed the various townspeople who had gathered to witness her presence.
"Tell me about it. You get used to it," he told her, moving to go into the back.
Luke chose that moment to reappear from the kitchen and stopped short at seeing Bree. "How did you... when did you... how did you....Nevermind.*I don't wanna know*!"
"But I do," Taylor said, coming up to the trio. "What are you doing here? When did you get here? When are you leaving?" he shot at the young woman in rapid succession. Crossing his arms, he stood back and waited for an answer.
"You're going to interrogate me before I even eat?" she asked, pretending to be aghast at his behavior. She looked over at Jess. "Now that's just rude,don't you think?"
"Very." Jess nodded his head and looked pointedly at the man in front of him. "You should be ashamed of yourself, Taylor."
"Now, I want you to go to the corner and think about what you've done," Bree instructed, mimicking Taylor's earlier pose as she awaited *his* response.
Taylor looked around the diner, hoping to find someone who would back him up, but everyone's attention had suddenly reverted to their meals. He looked back at Bree and Jess, preparing to scold them for their insolence, but they just were standing there, nodding at him like disappointed parents.
Not quite sure what just happened, and seeing no other option, he quietly returned to his seat.
"Now *that* just earned you breakfast," Luke said, offering her a genuine smile. "Anyone who could make Taylor Doose shut up deserves at least free food."
Bree offered him a kind smile in return and took a seat at the counter.
"Thank you, Luke. How are you?"
"Very well, thank you, and you?" Luke said cheerfully. The girl had grown on him last time she was in town. Besides, there were few better ways to start a morning than by seeing Taylor deflated by a teenager.
"I'm good."
"You look good," he offered without thinking.
"Why, Luke, do you really think that is an appropriate conversation for this setting?" she asked seductively.
Flustered, Luke mumbled, "I just meant."
Bree cut him off, laughing, "I know what you meant. I'm kidding. Thank you."
"How are you feeling?" Luke was uncomfortable with the personal line of questioning, but after her last visit, it only seemed appropriate.
"Good."
"Are you, uh...are you staying on top of your pills?"
"I always do that when there's nobody around to steal them," she said.
"... About that.I still feel really horrible."
"It's okay; it really is," Bree told him, firmly ending the line of discussion.
"Alright." Luke suddenly became all business. "What'll you have for breakfast?"
Jess chose that moment to reappear from the kitchen he'd ducked into during Luke and Bree's little conversation, carrying a serving tray. "Chocolate chip pancakes, one egg, sunny-side up, bacon and cranberry juice," he announced, removing said items from the tray.
"Rocky Horror breakfast!" she squealed with a laugh. "Jess, I can't eat all that."
"You can, and you will," he told her.
"I hate you." She stuck her tongue out at him.
"I know." He rolled his eyes.
"Go serve coffee," she ordered.
"Yes, ma'am." Jess moved back to the coffeepot and began the trip around the diner, refilling cups.
Luke's mouth dropped slightly at Jess' behavior. "How'd you get him to do that? He never works when *I* tell him to!"
"I look better in a thong?" Bree suggested off-hand. "You have customers, too, y'know; go work."
He walked away with a confused look on his face.
Bree was left alone happily consuming the breakfast Jess had placed before her. Mid-way into a bite of pancake, she felt eyes on her and turned to see Taylor staring at her. "You're done thinking? So, are you ready to apologize?" she asked him sternly.
Taylor immediately lowered his eyes with a huff.
"Didn't think so," she said with a smile, taking a sip of her cranberry juice. A sound that might have been a sigh escaped her, but the smile lingered.
next time.......
"Bree, ready to go?" Jess asked, replacing the coffeepot and heading into the back to wash his hands.
"Sure."
"Wait," Luke called. "Where are you going?"
"Out," Bree tossed over her shoulder. The door swung shut behind her.
************ "Ahhh, now I understand. She's not a problem becauseshe's just temporary."
Rory simply drank her coffee.
"I've got me a smart daughter," Lorelai announced, ************* "Would you want us here on a day to day basis?" sheclarified.
"Yes,"
"Done."
"Excuse me?"
"oh no. the "she" is Bree, isn't it?"
I don't know who said it, but damm, it makes me laugh. I can practically hear the panic, lol.
Ok, I would try to be funny and witty here, but Eugene is sitting next to me talking on the phone to my recently "out" friend(who's more like a sister) and my brain is blank.(Aly tells me to hit him, but he'll hit me back and he's bigger, lol.) oh geeze, now he's explaining to my friend how men fake orgasms, ok, now he's demonstrating...I really should end this before you learn how insane my life (and my friends) really are. Then again you're reading this story, so you'll see how crazy they are. For the record, this is the guy you all love. Eugene..is Dom-well, not really, but Dom definatly has elements of Eugene. ok, I'm out, lol.
review please, I'm gonna have a really bad week, so please, make me happy(eugene just asked if I think they'll let him join a soroity..god, someone help me)
CHAPTER THREE
"Jess, I wanna play." A singsong voice invaded Jess' sleeping brain, pulling him to semi-consciousness.
"Go away," he responded gruffly, rolling over in his bed, hoping that the owner of the voice would take the hint and leave him alone.
"But I can't sleep," the voice continued, sitting down on the bed.
"Too bad, go away." Jess mumbled, wanting to enjoy the last few minutes of slumber before Luke demanded his presence.
"But I wanna play."
"No," Jess stated firmly, burrowing deeper under the covers.
"But I can't sleep, Jess." The voice had become progressively more irritating, and the owner was now repeatedly poking him in the back.
Jess rolled over to stop the poking but still remained mostly asleep. "I don't wanna play, Bree," he responded, irritated that his sleep was being interrupted.
"But Jeeesssss," she persisted, drawing out his name in a whiny manner, somewhat akin to a petulant five-year-old not getting her way.
"Bree, I said I don't wanna." His eyes shot open as he suddenly realized what he was saying. "What the hell are you doing here?" his question was sharp, but he wasn't angry. Just shocked.
Bree smiled at him and shrugged her shoulders. "I told you, I wanna play," she informed him, as if it were totally normal to come from New York to the middle of nowhere just because you were bored.
Jess laughed, shaking his head at the insanity of it all... but this was Bree, so it was only to be expected. "You wanna play?" he asked, sitting up in bed and stretching.
"Yes," she answered him, still as that petulant five-year-old. "But we don't have time," she added seriously.
"Why is that?"
"Because," she continued in a normal voice, "the morning rush is probably coming in and you should be downstairs helping Luke. So come on, time to get up." To punctuate her words, she pulled open the shade in a dazzling flare of sunlight.
"Ugh! Go *away*!" Jess growled, dropping down onto his pillows and pulling the covers over his head.
Not taking no for an answer, Bree rushed over to the bed and straddled his stomach in one swift movement. "Now you don't actually mean that, do you?" she inquired, pulling the covers away from him and fixing her eyes on his.
A small smile cracked across Jess' face despite his protest. "Never," he answered seriously.
"Good." Bree's manner was serious for a moment, but it didn't last. "Now, get up!" she demanded, bouncing on his chest to accentuate her point.
"Ugggg!" Jess laughed. "Oh my god, okay!" Bree rolled off of him and onto the bed next to him. Jess rubbed his stomach where she'd just been sitting.
"Have you gained weight?" he asked her, turning his head and giving her a hurt look.
Bree's mouth dropped open in shock.
"*That's* for jumping on me," he told her, smacking her side and sitting up to reach over the edge of the bed for his shoes.
"Mean!" Bree declared, sitting up next to him.
Jess just smiled wickedly in response to her indignation.
"You do know you live here, right?" she asked, eyeing his attire. "You don't have to sleep in your clothes to make a quick exit."
"I was out late last night."
"Oooh, commit any felonies?" she questioned teasingly.
"Depends on who you ask," he told her with a mysterious smile.
"Oh god," she exclaimed in mock disgust.
"What?"
"I know you, and I know that smile! Come on." She rose from the bed and moved towards the door.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Jess feigned innocence as he followed her to the door.
"Let's go, James Bond, time to serve the masses," she instructed, nodding her head towards the stairs.
"But I wanna play," he whined, imitating Bree's petulant five-year-old impression.
"It's too late for that, bucko," she called, moving down the stairs with him close behind.
"Bucko?"
"Eh, somethin' I'm trying out. Whaddya think?" As they reached the bottom of the stairs, she turned to look at him, waiting for his response.
"Not my favorite," he told her, moving forward to enter the diner.
"Really?"
"Yeah," he answered, moving behind the counter to grab an order pad and the coffee pot. "You sound like a wannabe cowboy."
Bree followed him into the diner, and everyone immediately turned to stare at her. "Howdy?" she said, giving the strange townspeople a little wave.
***
"Jess?" Bree whispered, leaning into him.
"Bree?" he whispered back, following her lead.
"They're staring," she told him conspiratorially. The patrons' eyes were all glued to the young woman, following her every movement.
"They do that sometimes." Jess didn't so much as look up to confirm her statement; he didn't need to.
Not one to be so easily dismissed, Bree continued, "I feel like I'm at a zoo, but I'm not sure which side of the glass I'm on." She warily eyed the various townspeople who had gathered to witness her presence.
"Tell me about it. You get used to it," he told her, moving to go into the back.
Luke chose that moment to reappear from the kitchen and stopped short at seeing Bree. "How did you... when did you... how did you....Nevermind.*I don't wanna know*!"
"But I do," Taylor said, coming up to the trio. "What are you doing here? When did you get here? When are you leaving?" he shot at the young woman in rapid succession. Crossing his arms, he stood back and waited for an answer.
"You're going to interrogate me before I even eat?" she asked, pretending to be aghast at his behavior. She looked over at Jess. "Now that's just rude,don't you think?"
"Very." Jess nodded his head and looked pointedly at the man in front of him. "You should be ashamed of yourself, Taylor."
"Now, I want you to go to the corner and think about what you've done," Bree instructed, mimicking Taylor's earlier pose as she awaited *his* response.
Taylor looked around the diner, hoping to find someone who would back him up, but everyone's attention had suddenly reverted to their meals. He looked back at Bree and Jess, preparing to scold them for their insolence, but they just were standing there, nodding at him like disappointed parents.
Not quite sure what just happened, and seeing no other option, he quietly returned to his seat.
"Now *that* just earned you breakfast," Luke said, offering her a genuine smile. "Anyone who could make Taylor Doose shut up deserves at least free food."
Bree offered him a kind smile in return and took a seat at the counter.
"Thank you, Luke. How are you?"
"Very well, thank you, and you?" Luke said cheerfully. The girl had grown on him last time she was in town. Besides, there were few better ways to start a morning than by seeing Taylor deflated by a teenager.
"I'm good."
"You look good," he offered without thinking.
"Why, Luke, do you really think that is an appropriate conversation for this setting?" she asked seductively.
Flustered, Luke mumbled, "I just meant."
Bree cut him off, laughing, "I know what you meant. I'm kidding. Thank you."
"How are you feeling?" Luke was uncomfortable with the personal line of questioning, but after her last visit, it only seemed appropriate.
"Good."
"Are you, uh...are you staying on top of your pills?"
"I always do that when there's nobody around to steal them," she said.
"... About that.I still feel really horrible."
"It's okay; it really is," Bree told him, firmly ending the line of discussion.
"Alright." Luke suddenly became all business. "What'll you have for breakfast?"
Jess chose that moment to reappear from the kitchen he'd ducked into during Luke and Bree's little conversation, carrying a serving tray. "Chocolate chip pancakes, one egg, sunny-side up, bacon and cranberry juice," he announced, removing said items from the tray.
"Rocky Horror breakfast!" she squealed with a laugh. "Jess, I can't eat all that."
"You can, and you will," he told her.
"I hate you." She stuck her tongue out at him.
"I know." He rolled his eyes.
"Go serve coffee," she ordered.
"Yes, ma'am." Jess moved back to the coffeepot and began the trip around the diner, refilling cups.
Luke's mouth dropped slightly at Jess' behavior. "How'd you get him to do that? He never works when *I* tell him to!"
"I look better in a thong?" Bree suggested off-hand. "You have customers, too, y'know; go work."
He walked away with a confused look on his face.
Bree was left alone happily consuming the breakfast Jess had placed before her. Mid-way into a bite of pancake, she felt eyes on her and turned to see Taylor staring at her. "You're done thinking? So, are you ready to apologize?" she asked him sternly.
Taylor immediately lowered his eyes with a huff.
"Didn't think so," she said with a smile, taking a sip of her cranberry juice. A sound that might have been a sigh escaped her, but the smile lingered.
next time.......
"Bree, ready to go?" Jess asked, replacing the coffeepot and heading into the back to wash his hands.
"Sure."
"Wait," Luke called. "Where are you going?"
"Out," Bree tossed over her shoulder. The door swung shut behind her.
************ "Ahhh, now I understand. She's not a problem becauseshe's just temporary."
Rory simply drank her coffee.
"I've got me a smart daughter," Lorelai announced, ************* "Would you want us here on a day to day basis?" sheclarified.
"Yes,"
"Done."
"Excuse me?"