"Here Without You"
NAME - Sandra aka Lukerules
SPOILERS - None
SUMMARY - Jess' reflections on leaving - my first song fic (by 3 Doors Down). For some reason, I've been inspired to write a second chapter to it!
RATING -PG-13 (for language only)
PAIRING OR CHARACTER - R/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!
Chapter 2
Jess walked out of his English Lit class the next day, completely energized. The teacher, Ben, although a bit of a Southern California surfer-dude flake in Jess's eyes, had given him an A on his latest paper. He had also written a note with the grade, telling Jess that he had a tremendous gift for writing and that he could be compared to any of the great writers in literature. He couldn't help but grin at it when he read it. Not too many people complimented him, and he didn't get much encouragement in general growing up. He thought about how the paper was almost worthy of posting on the refrigerator if he was still a little kid. He never had anything refrigerator-worthy growing up in New York.
He was completely jazzed about getting a good grade on this paper. It's not as though he worked really hard on it, but he was really happy how it had turned out. He quietly slipped into the computer lab and parked at a terminal, deciding to surf the net for a little while during his break between classes.
He logged onto his free Yahoo mail account, checking to see if he had any messages from his old New York friends. Okay, maybe he was also hoping for an email from Rory. Not that it would happen. Rory taught him most of what he knew about the internet, in fact, she was the one who gave him his screen name - Dodgerpunk1. He found himself tapping the keys, almost unconsciously. www.yale.edu. He went to the student services page and saw that there was a phone/email book. He looked around the room, as though someone might be watching him. He chuckled to himself. **Yeah, like Luke or Lorelai are hanging out in the computer lab in a California high school waiting to pounce on me if I tried to make contact with her.**
He typed in Gilmore and her name and email address came up. He quickly dug his journal out of his backpack and jotted down the address and phone number. He set the journal on the table and touched the screen lightly with his finger, running it over her name as if it would make her closer to him. He missed her so much.
Suddenly the computer beeped at him and he jumped. "On-line now" flashed on the screen below her name. His breath caught in his throat. She was on- line. Right now. Right at the same moment that he was thinking about her, while he was thinking about contacting her. **Breathe, Mariano** he thought to himself.
He clicked on the email link and an instant message screen popped up. He sucked a deep breath through his teeth, completely unsure of what to do next.
TO: Rory.Gilmore@yale.edu From: DodgerPunk1@yahoo.com Message: I'm sorry.
That was all he could write. Not too good for someone who is dreaming of becoming an author. He hesitated. He was completely unsure if this was a good idea or not. His finger hovered over the enter key, as though his life depended on it. He held his breath and pushed the button, expecting the machine to explode or something.
He let his head drop and closed his eyes, covering them with his hands. "What the hell did I do?" he said to himself quietly, a hint of anger at himself in his voice.
"Bing!" the computer beeped at him, signaling a message. He took a deep breath and took his hands off his eyes.
TO: Dodgerpunk1@yahoo.com FROM: Rory.Gilmore@yale.edu Message: Jess? Where are you?
He just stared at the screen. **She wrote back. She doesn't sound mad. Well, there are only four words, but at least she didn't just say 'go to hell' or something, so that is good.** Now he had to decide whether he wanted to IM his entire apology and explanation to her or not. What was he going to say?
TO: Rory.Gilmore@yale.edu From: DodgerPunk1@yahoo.com Message: Venice (California) High School computer lab.
**Is that all I'm going to write? Is that it?** he thought to himself. He could picture Rory sitting at her computer, reading the note, shaking her head in disbelief, a thousand more questions coming to her mind.
He thought for a minute, chewing on the end of his pen in contemplation, then added:
TO: Rory.Gilmore@yale.edu From: DodgerPunk1@yahoo.com Message: Venice (California) High School computer lab. Long story, too much for IM - expect .(**an email? A snail mail letter? A phone call?** he hesitated then the thought struck him) a smoke signal and/or a fruit basket shortly.
Jess smiled to himself, remembering the argument that they had when Rory came back from D.C. and was avoiding him. He only hoped that she would remember it and understand - hell, maybe she would think It was funny too. He wanted to think he could still make her smile, even if he couldn't be with her anymore.
******
SO? What do you think? Should I continue????
NAME - Sandra aka Lukerules
SPOILERS - None
SUMMARY - Jess' reflections on leaving - my first song fic (by 3 Doors Down). For some reason, I've been inspired to write a second chapter to it!
RATING -PG-13 (for language only)
PAIRING OR CHARACTER - R/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!
Chapter 2
Jess walked out of his English Lit class the next day, completely energized. The teacher, Ben, although a bit of a Southern California surfer-dude flake in Jess's eyes, had given him an A on his latest paper. He had also written a note with the grade, telling Jess that he had a tremendous gift for writing and that he could be compared to any of the great writers in literature. He couldn't help but grin at it when he read it. Not too many people complimented him, and he didn't get much encouragement in general growing up. He thought about how the paper was almost worthy of posting on the refrigerator if he was still a little kid. He never had anything refrigerator-worthy growing up in New York.
He was completely jazzed about getting a good grade on this paper. It's not as though he worked really hard on it, but he was really happy how it had turned out. He quietly slipped into the computer lab and parked at a terminal, deciding to surf the net for a little while during his break between classes.
He logged onto his free Yahoo mail account, checking to see if he had any messages from his old New York friends. Okay, maybe he was also hoping for an email from Rory. Not that it would happen. Rory taught him most of what he knew about the internet, in fact, she was the one who gave him his screen name - Dodgerpunk1. He found himself tapping the keys, almost unconsciously. www.yale.edu. He went to the student services page and saw that there was a phone/email book. He looked around the room, as though someone might be watching him. He chuckled to himself. **Yeah, like Luke or Lorelai are hanging out in the computer lab in a California high school waiting to pounce on me if I tried to make contact with her.**
He typed in Gilmore and her name and email address came up. He quickly dug his journal out of his backpack and jotted down the address and phone number. He set the journal on the table and touched the screen lightly with his finger, running it over her name as if it would make her closer to him. He missed her so much.
Suddenly the computer beeped at him and he jumped. "On-line now" flashed on the screen below her name. His breath caught in his throat. She was on- line. Right now. Right at the same moment that he was thinking about her, while he was thinking about contacting her. **Breathe, Mariano** he thought to himself.
He clicked on the email link and an instant message screen popped up. He sucked a deep breath through his teeth, completely unsure of what to do next.
TO: Rory.Gilmore@yale.edu From: DodgerPunk1@yahoo.com Message: I'm sorry.
That was all he could write. Not too good for someone who is dreaming of becoming an author. He hesitated. He was completely unsure if this was a good idea or not. His finger hovered over the enter key, as though his life depended on it. He held his breath and pushed the button, expecting the machine to explode or something.
He let his head drop and closed his eyes, covering them with his hands. "What the hell did I do?" he said to himself quietly, a hint of anger at himself in his voice.
"Bing!" the computer beeped at him, signaling a message. He took a deep breath and took his hands off his eyes.
TO: Dodgerpunk1@yahoo.com FROM: Rory.Gilmore@yale.edu Message: Jess? Where are you?
He just stared at the screen. **She wrote back. She doesn't sound mad. Well, there are only four words, but at least she didn't just say 'go to hell' or something, so that is good.** Now he had to decide whether he wanted to IM his entire apology and explanation to her or not. What was he going to say?
TO: Rory.Gilmore@yale.edu From: DodgerPunk1@yahoo.com Message: Venice (California) High School computer lab.
**Is that all I'm going to write? Is that it?** he thought to himself. He could picture Rory sitting at her computer, reading the note, shaking her head in disbelief, a thousand more questions coming to her mind.
He thought for a minute, chewing on the end of his pen in contemplation, then added:
TO: Rory.Gilmore@yale.edu From: DodgerPunk1@yahoo.com Message: Venice (California) High School computer lab. Long story, too much for IM - expect .(**an email? A snail mail letter? A phone call?** he hesitated then the thought struck him) a smoke signal and/or a fruit basket shortly.
Jess smiled to himself, remembering the argument that they had when Rory came back from D.C. and was avoiding him. He only hoped that she would remember it and understand - hell, maybe she would think It was funny too. He wanted to think he could still make her smile, even if he couldn't be with her anymore.
******
SO? What do you think? Should I continue????