Authors Note:
Thank you so much for reviewing! Just keep the ideas and reviews coming. Oh - and I have a question. Since, Jess's new show fell through, should I incorporate his leaving into the story? Or should I just pretend it never happened? Let me know, OK? Oh, yes, and someone said they were confused about Rory abadoning Jess at the bus stop. Well, in the last chapter (chapter 10), I wrote Rory left with Jess through the window, and I figured they were planning on leaving, but Rory was worried about Lorelai, so left Jess at the bus stop. Did I clear it up for you? Hope so. Review!
Disclaimer:
I do not own Gilmore girls. Unfortunately.
Chapter Twelve:
Face The Jess
I never saw Dean and told him that Mom thought his hair was floppy.
I never saw Jess either. To be honest, I was too scared. When I left him at the bus stop, I didn't say a word of explanation, he's probably very pissed. Which, you know, is sad, because I'm quite content with happy Jess rather than pissed Jess.
I sit on the bridge and contemplate life. One thing comes to mind--how could Mom be so shallow over something like hair? I mean, sure, if it was greasy and looked like it was impersonating John Travolta from Grease, then I'd be right on the 'bad hair' wagon, but it's not ... it's hair ...
I now fully appreciate breaking things off with Dean, because if Mom said that while we still together, I could probably only concentrate solely on his hair. Which would make me look like that freaky smells-hair dude from Charlie's Angels, who ended up kissing Drew Barrymore. Am I the only one who finds that just a teensy bit odd?
Now, I hear him. His trademark walk. It's soft, quiet, but it lets people Jess has arrived. I'm glad he has, but I'm terribly scared at the same time. What if he breaks up with me? (Even though I deserve it).
What if he says I've been avoiding him? (Even though I have).
What if he says I'm banned from Luke's? (OK, that's just plain W-R-O-N-G.)
"Hi." He sits.
I stay seated. He is acting too pleasant.
He hates me.
"Hi," I say.
He drapes an arm around my shoulder. "Where've you been?"
I shrug. "Oh, you know--around."
"I haven't seen you." He gets it. "You were avoiding me."
It's not a question. It's a statement. Jess is smart and deserves cookies. "Yes."
"May I ask why?" Ick, polite Jess. Lock you doors and windows.
"No."
"May I ask why you refuse to let me ask why?" Boy, that's a tongue twister.
"No."
"Huh."
"Don't do that," I say.
He grins. "What?"
"Don't go all monosyllabic on me. It's very Luke. It brings Luke into the area."
"Are you trying to tell me you like older guys?"
I want to hit the smirk off his face.
But I don't 'cause it would I couldn't kiss him anymore.
"No, I'm trying to tell you to shut up."
"Oh."
He pauses.
He's smiling.
He's not mad.
He's not going to break up with me.
He has already asked me if I've been avoiding him and didn't get mad.
He's not going to ban me from Luke's.
He's going to kiss me.
I keep my eyes shut for a minute afterwards. I try to remember as much as possible.
Oh boy--he is getting way more than cookies.
SO SORRY FOR SHORT CHAPTERS, BUT I NEED PLOT IDEAS – I'M REALLY AT A LOSS HERE. SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME! AND REVIEW (OF COURSE.)