The Story So Far
"Singled Out"
After Jess left that night, I stared after him for what seemed like a lifetime, hoping he would come back and say that it had been practice for his seventh period Drama class, that it was all just an act. He never came back. He didn't even look back. He just ran away. What was it he had said? He wanted me to forget him? How could I forget him?
I went to Luke's the next morning and in between various townspeople coming up to me and trying to comfort me about my arm, I concluded that Jess was really gone. One look at Luke affirmed my guess. It wasn't that he was sad, more of preoccupied. Luke wouldn't admit it, but he was going to miss Jess. So would I.
"What can I get you Rory?" Luke came over to where I was perched at the counter and pulled out a pad of paper.
"Coffee, eggs, and information." Luke looked up at me and frowned sadly. "Luke, I want to know why."
"Come back tonight after closing and we'll talk okay?"
"Yeah, thanks Luke."
I sat a while longer and ate my eggs, but left to catch my bus to school. That's where I am now, the bus, on my way home from another day in Hell.
I got off at my regular stop and there was Dean, standing there with a big grin on his face. I had given him the letter explaining the accident last night, and though he wasn't exactly pleased, he wasn't mad at me either. I walked up to him and put on a fake smile before saying hi. He greeted me with a quick kiss and I immediately pulled back from. Dean looked concerned at first but let it slide.
"So, how was your day?"
"Um, fine Dean. I can't really talk though. I have a lot of stuff to do tonight."
"Oh, uh, okay. Talk to you later then?"
"Yeah."
I dropped his had that he had grasped around mine and ran home before he could kiss me again. There definitely weren't any sparks anymore. Opening the door of my bedroom, I flung my backpack on my bed and sank into the chair at my desk. I pulled out a sheet of paper from the top drawer and took a pencil from the cup sitting next to my lamp.
Dear Jess,
I paused and thought back to last night, wondering how to begin a letter I wasn't supposed to be writing.
You told me not to write this letter and I think that's the reason I am. You left so suddenly, telling me to forget all about you. How can I? Your image, your personality, your voice, especially your voice, has been burned into my mind.
I figured that I had made myself pretty clear when I said my fateful, "Turn right." I want more too. After all we've been through, with Dean on my case all the time, my mom watching my every move, I thought you would have understood by now.
Why'd you have to go? I need you here with me Jess. I need my friend back. Right now, that's what you are, my friend. I need you here so we can become more.
You should have told me how you felt sooner. Things might be different now if you had. I think you gave up on me too easily. Don't keep your back turned much longer Jess. Everybody needs someone to love them. Come back and let me be that person.
~Rory
I reread what I wrote. It was pretty good but the ending seemed either too abrupt or too forceful. Oh well, maybe that's what he needed to bring him back. I folded up the paper and laid it on my bed. Then, I took out some homework to help keep me busy until I went to Luke's that night.
(A/N: Okay, I'm sorry. This chapter is a little short. The next one is a little bit longer but I don't think I will get back up to real long chapters for a while. Sorry! In the next chapter, Rory goes to see Luke and hopefully she gets some answers! Thanks for reading!)
After Jess left that night, I stared after him for what seemed like a lifetime, hoping he would come back and say that it had been practice for his seventh period Drama class, that it was all just an act. He never came back. He didn't even look back. He just ran away. What was it he had said? He wanted me to forget him? How could I forget him?
I went to Luke's the next morning and in between various townspeople coming up to me and trying to comfort me about my arm, I concluded that Jess was really gone. One look at Luke affirmed my guess. It wasn't that he was sad, more of preoccupied. Luke wouldn't admit it, but he was going to miss Jess. So would I.
"What can I get you Rory?" Luke came over to where I was perched at the counter and pulled out a pad of paper.
"Coffee, eggs, and information." Luke looked up at me and frowned sadly. "Luke, I want to know why."
"Come back tonight after closing and we'll talk okay?"
"Yeah, thanks Luke."
I sat a while longer and ate my eggs, but left to catch my bus to school. That's where I am now, the bus, on my way home from another day in Hell.
I got off at my regular stop and there was Dean, standing there with a big grin on his face. I had given him the letter explaining the accident last night, and though he wasn't exactly pleased, he wasn't mad at me either. I walked up to him and put on a fake smile before saying hi. He greeted me with a quick kiss and I immediately pulled back from. Dean looked concerned at first but let it slide.
"So, how was your day?"
"Um, fine Dean. I can't really talk though. I have a lot of stuff to do tonight."
"Oh, uh, okay. Talk to you later then?"
"Yeah."
I dropped his had that he had grasped around mine and ran home before he could kiss me again. There definitely weren't any sparks anymore. Opening the door of my bedroom, I flung my backpack on my bed and sank into the chair at my desk. I pulled out a sheet of paper from the top drawer and took a pencil from the cup sitting next to my lamp.
Dear Jess,
I paused and thought back to last night, wondering how to begin a letter I wasn't supposed to be writing.
You told me not to write this letter and I think that's the reason I am. You left so suddenly, telling me to forget all about you. How can I? Your image, your personality, your voice, especially your voice, has been burned into my mind.
I figured that I had made myself pretty clear when I said my fateful, "Turn right." I want more too. After all we've been through, with Dean on my case all the time, my mom watching my every move, I thought you would have understood by now.
Why'd you have to go? I need you here with me Jess. I need my friend back. Right now, that's what you are, my friend. I need you here so we can become more.
You should have told me how you felt sooner. Things might be different now if you had. I think you gave up on me too easily. Don't keep your back turned much longer Jess. Everybody needs someone to love them. Come back and let me be that person.
~Rory
I reread what I wrote. It was pretty good but the ending seemed either too abrupt or too forceful. Oh well, maybe that's what he needed to bring him back. I folded up the paper and laid it on my bed. Then, I took out some homework to help keep me busy until I went to Luke's that night.
(A/N: Okay, I'm sorry. This chapter is a little short. The next one is a little bit longer but I don't think I will get back up to real long chapters for a while. Sorry! In the next chapter, Rory goes to see Luke and hopefully she gets some answers! Thanks for reading!)