Oh and yeah, my grandmother has a heart condition (it's a new thing) and
she's in the hospital. So far, she's ok but I'm taking over my dad's
students while he's with his mom (he teaches after school math classes) so
I actually have stuff to do as oppose to eating and sleeping and writing.
So I'll try to get the next chap up soon. But watch for the weekly updates
to slow down, we're getting to the parts that we're still working on.
Special thanks to Danyel for editing this fast for me, I love you babe. And
Aly-please don't be mad at me-everyone tell Aly not to be mad at me (I was
kinda a bitch the other day). Ok, so enjoy... and please, review (please,
it'll make me day...)
Chapter Five
Jess and Bree lingered outside the entrance to Luke's, leaning against the wall and watching the people passing on the street. They quietly mocked a few of the passerbys.
"These people took Mr. Rogers way too seriously."
"No," Jess said, rolling his eyes. "*Korn* took Mr. Rogers way too seriously. These people are just cracked."
"You go on in, Jess," Bree said, pulling a cell phone out of the back pocket of her jeans. "I have to make a call."
"Okay," Jess nodded, pulling open the door and entering the diner.
Rory looked up from her book with a smile. "Hey. Where's Bree?"
"Outside making a call," Jess said as he leaned in and glanced at the title of the book. "'Breakfast of Champions'? *Again*?"
"Shut up," Rory said defensively. "It's a good book."
"I'm not saying it isn't!" Jess teased. "Luke, I need the day off," he added as he turned away.
"You want to spend time with Bree before she leaves? How long is she staying? The apartment's pretty small, but I told you that she's welcome," Luke told him quickly.
Jess nodded slightly, acknowledging and appreciating the offer.
"Y'know, the apartment *is* too small. Like clowns-in-a-Volkswagen small," Lorelai inserted, just a touch too quickly. "But there's plenty of room at the Inn. How long is she staying?"
"Indefinitely," Jess told them.
"Huh?" Rory's head snapped up, her attention torn away from her book.
"Yeah," Jess said, not noticing the look on Rory's face. "I need the day off to help her find an apartment."
"Her family's moving here?" Rory asked carefully.
"Uh, no," Jess said, slightly amused at the mention of Bree's family. "Just her. And Dom of course."
"And their parents are okay with this?" Luke questioned.
"It's not exactly an issue with them," Jess said dismissively, then returned to his initial topic. "So can I have the afternoon off? Dom will probably be here sometime tomorrow, so they'd like to have a place to put their stuff."
"Yeah, sure," Luke agreed. Jess thanked him with a simple nod, and went to grab a drink.
Rory looked through the blinds at Bree, and sighed.
*********************
Bree punched in the first few digits of a number, and, after sighing to herself in resignation, punched the last few. She held the phone to her ear, waiting for it to ring.
A nasally voice answered.
"Bill Peterson, please," Bree said politely. She dropped the formality as she said, "No, I will not hold. I don't care that he's in a meeting, and he won't care either once you tell him Bree Richardson is on the phone,
and is waiting to speak to him."
A moment as the other woman spoke, then Bree asked sweetly, "You've been working for him, what? 6 months? Oh, that's nice, what's your name? Marcy? Pretty name. Well, Marcy," (Her voice hardened back to its previous tone) "get Bill on the phone or you'll be looking for *another* job. Very soon."
A moment later, she smiled in satisfaction. "Bill, hi! What happened to Andrea? Married, huh? 3 months ago? Another assistant bites the dust. I liked her, she knew not to put me on hold. Yeah I know, none of your assistants like me, but then again, you've known me a lot longer then any of them."
The counter from the other end of the line elicited a laugh.
"I do *not* make your assistants cry... she's crying?"
Another laugh, though it was devoid of malice. "I'm sorry, just... fine, she doesn't know the rules yet so I'll let it slide... I know there's a reason that she doesn't know who I am... I know... Why am I calling? Well, I'm moving... Stars Hollow, Connecticut? Cheesy, tiny little nothing shit town... near Hartford? I need money... yes, I know I cut myself off... yes, I know what I told him... look, I made do in New York without his help, but now with the move and everything - it's gonna add up. I don't have the same connections here, and I don't want to have to worry about money. Besides the people here aren't exactly going to open their hearts and wallets to me... yeah, I know
it's up to him... Bill, you've been handling my family's money ever since I can remember... I've always gone through you...... I *know* it's up to him!"
She repeated, twirling her hair and tapping her toe in impatience. "But I figured you could put it in a way that wouldn't make me sound like a groveling child begging to be retied to my family's money... yes, I know that's exactly what I am, but you can make me sound better... why? Because you love me, and because I'm asking you to - and because one day I'll inherit my father's company and I'll be your boss...." She smiled in satisfaction. "Thank you, Bill, let me know soon, I need a place by tomorrow. Bye now."
She sighed in relief as she punched the end button, glad it was over and wishing it had never happened. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes for a minute to gather herself. She opened them quickly, painted a smile on her face, and walked into the diner.
"So, Bree," Lorelai turned to her as she sat down at the counter. "Jess told us the good news."
"Britney Spears was killed in a brutal attack by a mob with good taste?" Bree smirked.
"No, about you and Dom moving to Stars Hollow."
"Ah, that. Well, he and I decided that we couldn't live another day without a good ol'fashioned ho-down so...." She assumed a hillbilly accent, eliciting a smirk from Jess.
"Well, welcome to Stars Hollow," Luke told her.
"Thanks," She smiled at him. "So, Jess ready to go?"
"Okay," he agreed, jumping off his stool.
"Jess, take your time," Rory told his back. "We'll postpone until tomorrow, ok?"
Jess turned around quickly, shock flickering across his face. "Yeah, I was going to make sure that was okay with you. I'll see you later?" he covered. Rory nodded, and he and Bree left the diner.
As soon as she was sure they were out of earshot, she turned to him accusingly, "You SO forgot you had plans with her!" She laughed teasingly.
"I did not!" Jess said defiantly.
"Really?" Bree raised her eyebrows.
"Shut up," he said, trying to hide a smile.
*************
Rory's eyes followed the pair, she murmured unenthusiastically under her breath, "Yeah. Welcome to Stars Hollow."
next time....
"Why does that thought terrify me to my very core?" Jess asked, not entirely joking.
"Well, 'cause you a smart boy" Bree said matter-of-factly.
Jess sighed, "Yeah"
(what's Jess talking about? you'll have to wait until next week to find out. remember, reviews make me weaker and more susceptible to posting sooner)
Chapter Five
Jess and Bree lingered outside the entrance to Luke's, leaning against the wall and watching the people passing on the street. They quietly mocked a few of the passerbys.
"These people took Mr. Rogers way too seriously."
"No," Jess said, rolling his eyes. "*Korn* took Mr. Rogers way too seriously. These people are just cracked."
"You go on in, Jess," Bree said, pulling a cell phone out of the back pocket of her jeans. "I have to make a call."
"Okay," Jess nodded, pulling open the door and entering the diner.
Rory looked up from her book with a smile. "Hey. Where's Bree?"
"Outside making a call," Jess said as he leaned in and glanced at the title of the book. "'Breakfast of Champions'? *Again*?"
"Shut up," Rory said defensively. "It's a good book."
"I'm not saying it isn't!" Jess teased. "Luke, I need the day off," he added as he turned away.
"You want to spend time with Bree before she leaves? How long is she staying? The apartment's pretty small, but I told you that she's welcome," Luke told him quickly.
Jess nodded slightly, acknowledging and appreciating the offer.
"Y'know, the apartment *is* too small. Like clowns-in-a-Volkswagen small," Lorelai inserted, just a touch too quickly. "But there's plenty of room at the Inn. How long is she staying?"
"Indefinitely," Jess told them.
"Huh?" Rory's head snapped up, her attention torn away from her book.
"Yeah," Jess said, not noticing the look on Rory's face. "I need the day off to help her find an apartment."
"Her family's moving here?" Rory asked carefully.
"Uh, no," Jess said, slightly amused at the mention of Bree's family. "Just her. And Dom of course."
"And their parents are okay with this?" Luke questioned.
"It's not exactly an issue with them," Jess said dismissively, then returned to his initial topic. "So can I have the afternoon off? Dom will probably be here sometime tomorrow, so they'd like to have a place to put their stuff."
"Yeah, sure," Luke agreed. Jess thanked him with a simple nod, and went to grab a drink.
Rory looked through the blinds at Bree, and sighed.
*********************
Bree punched in the first few digits of a number, and, after sighing to herself in resignation, punched the last few. She held the phone to her ear, waiting for it to ring.
A nasally voice answered.
"Bill Peterson, please," Bree said politely. She dropped the formality as she said, "No, I will not hold. I don't care that he's in a meeting, and he won't care either once you tell him Bree Richardson is on the phone,
and is waiting to speak to him."
A moment as the other woman spoke, then Bree asked sweetly, "You've been working for him, what? 6 months? Oh, that's nice, what's your name? Marcy? Pretty name. Well, Marcy," (Her voice hardened back to its previous tone) "get Bill on the phone or you'll be looking for *another* job. Very soon."
A moment later, she smiled in satisfaction. "Bill, hi! What happened to Andrea? Married, huh? 3 months ago? Another assistant bites the dust. I liked her, she knew not to put me on hold. Yeah I know, none of your assistants like me, but then again, you've known me a lot longer then any of them."
The counter from the other end of the line elicited a laugh.
"I do *not* make your assistants cry... she's crying?"
Another laugh, though it was devoid of malice. "I'm sorry, just... fine, she doesn't know the rules yet so I'll let it slide... I know there's a reason that she doesn't know who I am... I know... Why am I calling? Well, I'm moving... Stars Hollow, Connecticut? Cheesy, tiny little nothing shit town... near Hartford? I need money... yes, I know I cut myself off... yes, I know what I told him... look, I made do in New York without his help, but now with the move and everything - it's gonna add up. I don't have the same connections here, and I don't want to have to worry about money. Besides the people here aren't exactly going to open their hearts and wallets to me... yeah, I know
it's up to him... Bill, you've been handling my family's money ever since I can remember... I've always gone through you...... I *know* it's up to him!"
She repeated, twirling her hair and tapping her toe in impatience. "But I figured you could put it in a way that wouldn't make me sound like a groveling child begging to be retied to my family's money... yes, I know that's exactly what I am, but you can make me sound better... why? Because you love me, and because I'm asking you to - and because one day I'll inherit my father's company and I'll be your boss...." She smiled in satisfaction. "Thank you, Bill, let me know soon, I need a place by tomorrow. Bye now."
She sighed in relief as she punched the end button, glad it was over and wishing it had never happened. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes for a minute to gather herself. She opened them quickly, painted a smile on her face, and walked into the diner.
"So, Bree," Lorelai turned to her as she sat down at the counter. "Jess told us the good news."
"Britney Spears was killed in a brutal attack by a mob with good taste?" Bree smirked.
"No, about you and Dom moving to Stars Hollow."
"Ah, that. Well, he and I decided that we couldn't live another day without a good ol'fashioned ho-down so...." She assumed a hillbilly accent, eliciting a smirk from Jess.
"Well, welcome to Stars Hollow," Luke told her.
"Thanks," She smiled at him. "So, Jess ready to go?"
"Okay," he agreed, jumping off his stool.
"Jess, take your time," Rory told his back. "We'll postpone until tomorrow, ok?"
Jess turned around quickly, shock flickering across his face. "Yeah, I was going to make sure that was okay with you. I'll see you later?" he covered. Rory nodded, and he and Bree left the diner.
As soon as she was sure they were out of earshot, she turned to him accusingly, "You SO forgot you had plans with her!" She laughed teasingly.
"I did not!" Jess said defiantly.
"Really?" Bree raised her eyebrows.
"Shut up," he said, trying to hide a smile.
*************
Rory's eyes followed the pair, she murmured unenthusiastically under her breath, "Yeah. Welcome to Stars Hollow."
next time....
"Why does that thought terrify me to my very core?" Jess asked, not entirely joking.
"Well, 'cause you a smart boy" Bree said matter-of-factly.
Jess sighed, "Yeah"
(what's Jess talking about? you'll have to wait until next week to find out. remember, reviews make me weaker and more susceptible to posting sooner)