Chap 12 - First Edition
"Shouldn't it be here?"
"It's just 5 minutes late"
"I know. My point is it should have been here 5 minutes ago"
"Calm down. I'm sure it's fabulous. And why are you complaining? You're the one who sent it to press and I'm the one who hasn't see it yet" Jess shot to Rory who was nervously waiting her first edition in the office Thursday evening.
"I know, I know. I'm just...anxious," she paused. "What if you don't like it? I'm not that sure you'll like it anymore," she said apprehensive.
"But I'm sure" He said kissing her forehead. "I'm 100% sure that it's great and it'll be a success and that I'll just love it"
"I hope so", she whispered
"Hey, it's here! It's here!" Monica yelled through the little corridor.
"Oh my God, it's here!" Rory jumped slightly.
"Calm down. Just breath. It'll be all right," Jess said trying to convince Rory that there wasn't any reason to be nervous. "Monica, let me see it?" he asked.
Monica passed the paper to him and he started to look for the Literature Section. It took him just a few moments and when he found it his jaw dropped. He couldn't believe what the theme that she'd chosen for the first edition was. He's staring at the section for a few seconds and Rory was starting to think that he hated it, when a smile crossed his face. He's grinning happily while reading the tittle: "Ayn Rand Vs. Ernest Hemingway". Then he finally spoke. "So, you did a giants fight?"
"Did you like it?"
"Depends. Who won? Ryan or Hemingway?"
"Read it and you'll know," Rory stated.
And that's what he did. He started reading her article and at each sentence he read he liked it more.
"...
Ryan is a fabulous writer and a few years ago I wouldn't even compare her to Hemingway, since she was my favorite author and in my opinion Hemingway was simply boring. But after having a conversation with a friend that adored him I changed my mind a little. I saw his passion in "The Sun Also Rises" and some sadness in "The Old Man and The Sea." Some quotes like "Nobody can live life with the intensity that wishes" and "We can't get out of ourselves" make us reflect about life and how we live it.
By the other hand Ryan may be the best monologue writer that have ever been. She can turn something that's usually monotonous in something really interesting. She has the ability to show her ideas and opinion in a way that convinces you without forcing you to necessarily agree with her. And that's a characteristic that is rare to find in an author nowadays. So, in the end, one isn't better than the other since you can't really compare them. They are just different from each other and great in the way they are."
He kept looking and found next to this main article a small one written by Rory too. It's tittle "Dodger." It's a minor article about the book "Oliver Twist" and a personal perspective about what a Dodger is and its characteristics.
Jess sighted and smiled. "This is wonderful, Rory. I'm sure everybody will love it. And about the articles...very well chosen I must say. But let me ask you, did you choose them for any special reason?" he asked with a smile playing at his lips.
She got in the game and replied just as playful, "Not even a reason that I could tell my boss crossed my mind"
"What a pity!" he said pulling her close, "Come on. Let's go to your place. Tomorrow is your big day." And that's what they did.
Next morning (6 AM)...
Ring * Ring * Ring
"Hmm. Hello?"
"Oh. Congrats baby. It's great! I'm so proud of you. I didn't understand a word but still it's great. My daughter is a famous journalist. Well, not famous yet. But I'm sure she'll be soon, so it's almost the same. I can't wait to tell all the town. I know I'd already told them but I want to tell them again. And besides who is going to stop me? Oh, I'm so proud of you baby! Baby? BABY?" Lorelai started screaming.
"Oh...hey. I was almost sleeping again, I'm sorry. Anyway Mom thanks. I couldn't go this far if it wasn't you encouraging me, believing in me. Thanks for being my Mom. I love you"
"I love you too baby. So I guess you want go back sleep, so I talk to you later?"
"Sure. Thanks again"
"Not a problem. Bye"
"Bye"
Rory sat in bed. Her Mom had woke her and even knowing she could go back to sleep again easily she had the feeling she was missing something in that very moment. And then it hit her and she realized what she had forgotten in that perfect picture: to look besides her. Cause when she did she felt complete. That was a dream becoming true. Her true love was sleeping by her side. She lay down again, always looking at him. So, this was happiness? Oh yeah, it certainly was. And like that she stood for the next few hours. Just looking at him. Wishing that it would last forever.
The alarm clock woke Jess up. She tried to stop it, but didn't succeed in time. He opened his eyes and smiled. They were staring into each other eyes. He sighed. Her eyes were so shiny. They reminded him of two sparkling stars.
"Morning," he said with a husky voice.
"Good morning," she smiled.
The phone started ringing and Jess rolled his eyes, "Are you getting that?"
"You know that I have to," she replied picking up the phone, "hello?"
"Hey, Ror. I just read your articles. It's wonderful. I just wanted to say: 'Congrats, you deserve it.' But you know me. I start babbling and everything... So if I change the subject later on don't forget that the real reason that I called you was to say what a great writer you are."
"Okay Lane. And thanks"
"You're very welcome. Now let's talk about business"
"Business? What business?"
"The bet. Did I win?"
Rory looked besides her to Jess and started laughing. "Hmm...I don't know. What do you think?"
"Come on, Ror. Tell me. I have to know!"
"Oh, I know. Let's ask someone else," Rory suggested as she passed the phone to the person by her side.
"Hello?" a confused Jess says.
"Jess?" lane asks.
"Yeah?"
"Oh God," she laughs and then starts screaming, "I won. I won. I won. I won"
"What are you talking about?" he asks more confused then before
"The bet"
"What bet?"
But before Lane could answer him Rory took the phone from his hands and whispered to him, "I tell you later"
Then she comes back to the phone, "Right Lane. You won. And since I'll have to pay you later . . . I'll take my prize now"
"Fine. But I want my prize too. Have fun"
"Bye"
Rory hung up the phone and turned to Jess who started to fit things in their own places.
"So...I'm a bet now?" he asks in a fake seriousness.
"Jess, it's not what you're thinking. Well, at least not in the way that you're thinking. It's just..."
"A joke. I understand," he laughs.
She laughs too. "God, I hate when you do that!" She says and hit his arm. He grabs her arm and pulls her close. "Yeah, yeah. Maybe. But you do love me," he smirks.
She stops laughing letting a real smile cross her face. "Yeah, I do love you"
His smirk fails and he gently kiss her. "You know, you're my...weakness"
She looks at him surprised and frustrated with a questioning look.
He brings his mouth next to her ear and whispers, "The thing that we most love is always our weakness. And still it's from we get our strength"
"Shouldn't it be here?"
"It's just 5 minutes late"
"I know. My point is it should have been here 5 minutes ago"
"Calm down. I'm sure it's fabulous. And why are you complaining? You're the one who sent it to press and I'm the one who hasn't see it yet" Jess shot to Rory who was nervously waiting her first edition in the office Thursday evening.
"I know, I know. I'm just...anxious," she paused. "What if you don't like it? I'm not that sure you'll like it anymore," she said apprehensive.
"But I'm sure" He said kissing her forehead. "I'm 100% sure that it's great and it'll be a success and that I'll just love it"
"I hope so", she whispered
"Hey, it's here! It's here!" Monica yelled through the little corridor.
"Oh my God, it's here!" Rory jumped slightly.
"Calm down. Just breath. It'll be all right," Jess said trying to convince Rory that there wasn't any reason to be nervous. "Monica, let me see it?" he asked.
Monica passed the paper to him and he started to look for the Literature Section. It took him just a few moments and when he found it his jaw dropped. He couldn't believe what the theme that she'd chosen for the first edition was. He's staring at the section for a few seconds and Rory was starting to think that he hated it, when a smile crossed his face. He's grinning happily while reading the tittle: "Ayn Rand Vs. Ernest Hemingway". Then he finally spoke. "So, you did a giants fight?"
"Did you like it?"
"Depends. Who won? Ryan or Hemingway?"
"Read it and you'll know," Rory stated.
And that's what he did. He started reading her article and at each sentence he read he liked it more.
"...
Ryan is a fabulous writer and a few years ago I wouldn't even compare her to Hemingway, since she was my favorite author and in my opinion Hemingway was simply boring. But after having a conversation with a friend that adored him I changed my mind a little. I saw his passion in "The Sun Also Rises" and some sadness in "The Old Man and The Sea." Some quotes like "Nobody can live life with the intensity that wishes" and "We can't get out of ourselves" make us reflect about life and how we live it.
By the other hand Ryan may be the best monologue writer that have ever been. She can turn something that's usually monotonous in something really interesting. She has the ability to show her ideas and opinion in a way that convinces you without forcing you to necessarily agree with her. And that's a characteristic that is rare to find in an author nowadays. So, in the end, one isn't better than the other since you can't really compare them. They are just different from each other and great in the way they are."
He kept looking and found next to this main article a small one written by Rory too. It's tittle "Dodger." It's a minor article about the book "Oliver Twist" and a personal perspective about what a Dodger is and its characteristics.
Jess sighted and smiled. "This is wonderful, Rory. I'm sure everybody will love it. And about the articles...very well chosen I must say. But let me ask you, did you choose them for any special reason?" he asked with a smile playing at his lips.
She got in the game and replied just as playful, "Not even a reason that I could tell my boss crossed my mind"
"What a pity!" he said pulling her close, "Come on. Let's go to your place. Tomorrow is your big day." And that's what they did.
Next morning (6 AM)...
Ring * Ring * Ring
"Hmm. Hello?"
"Oh. Congrats baby. It's great! I'm so proud of you. I didn't understand a word but still it's great. My daughter is a famous journalist. Well, not famous yet. But I'm sure she'll be soon, so it's almost the same. I can't wait to tell all the town. I know I'd already told them but I want to tell them again. And besides who is going to stop me? Oh, I'm so proud of you baby! Baby? BABY?" Lorelai started screaming.
"Oh...hey. I was almost sleeping again, I'm sorry. Anyway Mom thanks. I couldn't go this far if it wasn't you encouraging me, believing in me. Thanks for being my Mom. I love you"
"I love you too baby. So I guess you want go back sleep, so I talk to you later?"
"Sure. Thanks again"
"Not a problem. Bye"
"Bye"
Rory sat in bed. Her Mom had woke her and even knowing she could go back to sleep again easily she had the feeling she was missing something in that very moment. And then it hit her and she realized what she had forgotten in that perfect picture: to look besides her. Cause when she did she felt complete. That was a dream becoming true. Her true love was sleeping by her side. She lay down again, always looking at him. So, this was happiness? Oh yeah, it certainly was. And like that she stood for the next few hours. Just looking at him. Wishing that it would last forever.
The alarm clock woke Jess up. She tried to stop it, but didn't succeed in time. He opened his eyes and smiled. They were staring into each other eyes. He sighed. Her eyes were so shiny. They reminded him of two sparkling stars.
"Morning," he said with a husky voice.
"Good morning," she smiled.
The phone started ringing and Jess rolled his eyes, "Are you getting that?"
"You know that I have to," she replied picking up the phone, "hello?"
"Hey, Ror. I just read your articles. It's wonderful. I just wanted to say: 'Congrats, you deserve it.' But you know me. I start babbling and everything... So if I change the subject later on don't forget that the real reason that I called you was to say what a great writer you are."
"Okay Lane. And thanks"
"You're very welcome. Now let's talk about business"
"Business? What business?"
"The bet. Did I win?"
Rory looked besides her to Jess and started laughing. "Hmm...I don't know. What do you think?"
"Come on, Ror. Tell me. I have to know!"
"Oh, I know. Let's ask someone else," Rory suggested as she passed the phone to the person by her side.
"Hello?" a confused Jess says.
"Jess?" lane asks.
"Yeah?"
"Oh God," she laughs and then starts screaming, "I won. I won. I won. I won"
"What are you talking about?" he asks more confused then before
"The bet"
"What bet?"
But before Lane could answer him Rory took the phone from his hands and whispered to him, "I tell you later"
Then she comes back to the phone, "Right Lane. You won. And since I'll have to pay you later . . . I'll take my prize now"
"Fine. But I want my prize too. Have fun"
"Bye"
Rory hung up the phone and turned to Jess who started to fit things in their own places.
"So...I'm a bet now?" he asks in a fake seriousness.
"Jess, it's not what you're thinking. Well, at least not in the way that you're thinking. It's just..."
"A joke. I understand," he laughs.
She laughs too. "God, I hate when you do that!" She says and hit his arm. He grabs her arm and pulls her close. "Yeah, yeah. Maybe. But you do love me," he smirks.
She stops laughing letting a real smile cross her face. "Yeah, I do love you"
His smirk fails and he gently kiss her. "You know, you're my...weakness"
She looks at him surprised and frustrated with a questioning look.
He brings his mouth next to her ear and whispers, "The thing that we most love is always our weakness. And still it's from we get our strength"