Authors Note: You all hate me, right? Well, I hate myself too. I didn't update. But you guys all kept reviewing and I love you for it. But if you're still pissed just think of how long you have to wait from end of 'Gilmore's' season 3 to beginning of 'Gilmore's' season 4, which trust me is way longer in Australia. Who ever heard of replacing 'Gilmore girls' with 'D.I.Y Rescue'?
But I'm back. Yay! And I have one person to thank the most. Gail. Gail is the one reviewed for all ten chapters and quoted all my quotable quotes. If it wasn't for Gail I wouldn't be here right now. So, thank you, thank you very much. And now, onto the story.
Disclaimer: Not this again ... OK, I don't Jess, I don't own Rory, I don't own Gilmore girls. But hey, I do own coffee ... but I don't drink it ...
Rating: It'll have to be PG-13. Because I'm boring.
Chapter Eleven, is it? Road Trip, Not is what it's called
I got scared after a while, and abandoned Jess by the bus stop. It took a while for me to sum up the courage to close the window, in case he came back, but he never did. I know this, because I never fell last night. Mom never knew I was planning on leaving her and Stars Hollow. Only Jess and I know, and that's how it's going to stay. I love Jess, but I love Mom too. And besides, Jess isn't the one who was sitting on a hospital bed 17 years ago puffing and panting and screaming for Demerol.
It is officially 8.00 a.m. Friday morning. I am planning on not getting up, because I'm slightly scared of Jess. When I was with Dean, he was very protective of me, and if I'd done the same to him ... well, let's just he won't be a happy chappy.
Mom opens my door. "Rise and shine, buttercup."
I don't say anything, and she mistakes it for anger from last night. "I know, sweetie. I felt the same way this morning. But ... I can't go to Luke's without my favorite daughter."
I sit up. "And I can't go to Luke's without my favorite mother."
"I bet you say that to all your mothers."
"I need coffee." I stand up. The window's still open.
Mom notices it too. "Have any late-night visitors last night?"
"No. I like the breeze."
"It's the beginning of winter, you like the breeze if you're an Scottishman in a skirt."
"Kilt," I correct. "And I was just thinking ... you know ..."
"So, the breeze helps you think," Mom nods.
I smile. "Exactly."
"So, did Jess help you with any of the thinking?" she asks, as I step out my room.
I stop.
"What?"
"Oh, please, Rory. I used almost exactly the same excuse when I was age. Except there were more rubbery contraptions involved."
"Obviously they didn't work," I point to myself.
"Obviously," she agrees.
I turn on the coffee machine.
"Rory?"
"Yeah."
"Were there any rubbery contraptions involved?"
"No."
"Were there any contraptions involved?"
"No, Mom."
"Rory, are you on the pill?"
"Mom!"
"Weelll ..."
"Well, what?" The coffee's made but I don't care.
"You know ... it's Jess ..."
"Really, 'cause I thought he was Dean the whole time."
"Rory ..."
"You didn't have a problem with Dean."
"That's not true! I had a problem with his hair." Her voice seemed to get quieter and quieter at each word.
"His hair?"
"It was so floppy. He looked like your Grandmother."
"Oooh, we are so not having this conversation." I begin walking to my bedroom. I quickly get dressed, and grab my coat and purse.
"Rory, where are you going?" she asks.
"Out." I say.
"Oh," she says quietly. "Well. If you see Dean tell him to but some hair gel or goop, I guess."
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