"Here Without You"
NAME - Sandra aka Lukerules
SPOILERS - None
SUMMARY - A quick and short one chapter fic. Jess' reflections on leaving - my first song fic (by 3 Doors Down). I have no idea why except that whenever I hear the song on the radio I think about Jess (sigh).
RATING -PG-13 (for language only)
PAIRING OR CHARACTER - J
DISCLAIMER - I own the rights to none of the characters, situations or places or anything to do with Gilmore Girls. They are owned by the WB and Amy S-P.
FEEDBACK: Of course! Please!
Jess sat on a bench on the boardwalk overlooking the ocean. It's what he usually did with the precious hour of freedom between his high school classes and work. He checked his watch, he had 15 more minutes before starting his shift at the bookstore down the street.
A hundred days had made me older
since the last time that I saw your pretty face
A thousand lights had made me colder
and I don't think I can look at this the same
He tried to concentrate on the book he was reading, but closed it in frustration, throwing it into the backpack with his school books. He sighed and looked out to the water. It was a serene feeling, kind of like sitting on the bridge back in Stars Hollow. It's funny how so many things kept bringing his mind back there. 'You really fucked up this time, Mariano' he said to himself quietly.
But all the miles had separate
They disappeared now when I'm dreaming of your face
'Today's her first day at Yale' he thought to himself. He had it noted the date in his journal that he wrote in every night. He thought about writing to her every day. He thought about calling her every day. But he never did. Not since the day of her graduation from Chilton when she told him that she might have loved him but she was not going to pine for him.
I'm here without you baby
but your still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
and I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby
but your still with me in my dreams
And tonight it's only you and me
He promised himself that he wouldn't do it, he wouldn't contact her. He wouldn't hurt her anymore than he already had. He imagined turning his life around, making something of himself. Then maybe fate would bring them together somehow. But he's in California and she's in Connecticut - too far away. If he was in New York, maybe, but not here.
The miles just keep rolling
as the people either way to say hello
I hear this life is overrated
but I hope it gets better as we go
I'm here without you baby
but your still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
and I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby
but your still with me in my dreams
And tonight girl it's only you and me
He zipped up his backpack and slowly walked down the boardwalk to the bookstore. He went straight to the back room to punch in and tossed his backpack on top of a stack of boxes and went to the front register. His supervisor Joe gave him the 'fun' job of inventory, so he rambled from shelf to shelf for the better part of the afternoon and evening, making mental notes of the books that he still hasn't read but would like to.
Looking at the books, he came across 'Oliver Twist' and paused, running his finger along the spine of the book that he's read over and over since running away from her. He closed his eyes and could still picture the day when she called him Dodger. He could remember what she was wearing, how she had her hair, even the color of the bag she was carrying. 'Why are my memories of her so damn crystal clear?' he asked himself.
Everything I know, and anywhere I go
it gets hard but it won't take away my love
And when the last one falls, when it's all said and done
it gets hard but it won't take away my love
He helped Joe close the store at 10:00 pm and walked down the boardwalk towards Jimmy's house, a solitary figure on an almost-deserted boardwalk. He was still feeling melancholy. 'When am I going to snap out of this?' he asked himself. Jimmy tried to play 'Dr. Phil' with him a few days ago, telling him that he needs to go out and find another girl to help him forget her - it figures he would say that. If something doesn't work, just throw it away and get another one - whether it's wives or kids or puppies. If only it was that easy for him.
He got home and collapsed on the mattress in the guest room that served as his home. He pulled out his journal, deciding to write for a little while before he went to sleep. As he opened the book, the only photo he had of he and Rory fell out of the book and onto his lap. He picked it up as though it was the most precious and fragile thing he had ever seen. Lane had taken it of the two of them sitting on the bridge, 'their special place'. He longed to be there, to sit on the bridge with her, reading with her, talking to her. He sighed and shook his head as if to shake his thoughts out. He carefully put the picture back in the journal and set it down, turned off the light, expecting another restless night of sleep, filled with dreams of her.
I'm here without you baby
but your still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
and I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby
but your still with me in my dreams
And tonight girl it's only you and me
So? What did you think? Can you tell I'm feeling a little melancholy myself today? It's not my usual style of writing.
NAME - Sandra aka Lukerules
SPOILERS - None
SUMMARY - A quick and short one chapter fic. Jess' reflections on leaving - my first song fic (by 3 Doors Down). I have no idea why except that whenever I hear the song on the radio I think about Jess (sigh).
RATING -PG-13 (for language only)
PAIRING OR CHARACTER - J
DISCLAIMER - I own the rights to none of the characters, situations or places or anything to do with Gilmore Girls. They are owned by the WB and Amy S-P.
FEEDBACK: Of course! Please!
Jess sat on a bench on the boardwalk overlooking the ocean. It's what he usually did with the precious hour of freedom between his high school classes and work. He checked his watch, he had 15 more minutes before starting his shift at the bookstore down the street.
A hundred days had made me older
since the last time that I saw your pretty face
A thousand lights had made me colder
and I don't think I can look at this the same
He tried to concentrate on the book he was reading, but closed it in frustration, throwing it into the backpack with his school books. He sighed and looked out to the water. It was a serene feeling, kind of like sitting on the bridge back in Stars Hollow. It's funny how so many things kept bringing his mind back there. 'You really fucked up this time, Mariano' he said to himself quietly.
But all the miles had separate
They disappeared now when I'm dreaming of your face
'Today's her first day at Yale' he thought to himself. He had it noted the date in his journal that he wrote in every night. He thought about writing to her every day. He thought about calling her every day. But he never did. Not since the day of her graduation from Chilton when she told him that she might have loved him but she was not going to pine for him.
I'm here without you baby
but your still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
and I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby
but your still with me in my dreams
And tonight it's only you and me
He promised himself that he wouldn't do it, he wouldn't contact her. He wouldn't hurt her anymore than he already had. He imagined turning his life around, making something of himself. Then maybe fate would bring them together somehow. But he's in California and she's in Connecticut - too far away. If he was in New York, maybe, but not here.
The miles just keep rolling
as the people either way to say hello
I hear this life is overrated
but I hope it gets better as we go
I'm here without you baby
but your still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
and I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby
but your still with me in my dreams
And tonight girl it's only you and me
He zipped up his backpack and slowly walked down the boardwalk to the bookstore. He went straight to the back room to punch in and tossed his backpack on top of a stack of boxes and went to the front register. His supervisor Joe gave him the 'fun' job of inventory, so he rambled from shelf to shelf for the better part of the afternoon and evening, making mental notes of the books that he still hasn't read but would like to.
Looking at the books, he came across 'Oliver Twist' and paused, running his finger along the spine of the book that he's read over and over since running away from her. He closed his eyes and could still picture the day when she called him Dodger. He could remember what she was wearing, how she had her hair, even the color of the bag she was carrying. 'Why are my memories of her so damn crystal clear?' he asked himself.
Everything I know, and anywhere I go
it gets hard but it won't take away my love
And when the last one falls, when it's all said and done
it gets hard but it won't take away my love
He helped Joe close the store at 10:00 pm and walked down the boardwalk towards Jimmy's house, a solitary figure on an almost-deserted boardwalk. He was still feeling melancholy. 'When am I going to snap out of this?' he asked himself. Jimmy tried to play 'Dr. Phil' with him a few days ago, telling him that he needs to go out and find another girl to help him forget her - it figures he would say that. If something doesn't work, just throw it away and get another one - whether it's wives or kids or puppies. If only it was that easy for him.
He got home and collapsed on the mattress in the guest room that served as his home. He pulled out his journal, deciding to write for a little while before he went to sleep. As he opened the book, the only photo he had of he and Rory fell out of the book and onto his lap. He picked it up as though it was the most precious and fragile thing he had ever seen. Lane had taken it of the two of them sitting on the bridge, 'their special place'. He longed to be there, to sit on the bridge with her, reading with her, talking to her. He sighed and shook his head as if to shake his thoughts out. He carefully put the picture back in the journal and set it down, turned off the light, expecting another restless night of sleep, filled with dreams of her.
I'm here without you baby
but your still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
and I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby
but your still with me in my dreams
And tonight girl it's only you and me
So? What did you think? Can you tell I'm feeling a little melancholy myself today? It's not my usual style of writing.