COFFEELVR: Jess?
BADBOY: No. It's Shane.
COFFEELVR: But this is Jess's account you're on...
BADBOY: yeah so?
BADBOY: what do you want with my boyfriend anyway?
Boyfriend?! Rory kept staring at those lines. Was it Jess playing some game or was this really true? Did he forget her this soon? She signed out and fell down on her bed. This didn't just happen. It couldn't have. Right?
~~
Nothing can stop these lonely tears from falling
Tell me baby where did I go wrong
I could put my arms around every boy I see
But they'd only remind me of you
(Sinead O'Connor - Nothing Compares 2 U)
~~
**Rory's POV**
I really didn't want to believe it. Shane. I've seen her a couple of times. She works at that beautystore. She is so the type Jess wouldn't fall for. Would he? Or was she like the New York girls he had dated? Maybe I was just the exception. Maybe he had realized inexperienced Rory Gilmore wasn't his thing. Maybe...we should just remain friends.
Yeah...well friends...that would require talking wouldn't it? And since talking to me obviously wasn't Jess's priority right now being friends was kinda difficult. And really...if we became friends, did I want to know about the things he did with Shane? No way. I wouldn't admit it to anybody, but I was dead jealous. How could he? After he said he had feelings for me?
It made me insecure. I didn't want to face the fact that maybe I just wasn't good enough. I wish I could blame all this on him but I couldn't. Part of it was my fault too. I stringed him along. I played with his feelings, still seeing Dean when I knew he cared about me. But was I totally to blame for that? Wasn't it normal to be scared? I couldn't help it.
I did want to be with him though. I finally had that figured out. But obviously that was too late. He had moved on. And where did that leave me? Was I supposed to stay single until he grew tired of screwing some blonde bimbo? Or would he move on to the next flavor of the week, never looking back at me again?
So...it was best to pretend I didn't care about him. Or his girl. Like it didn't tear me up inside when I saw them kissing or making out. I knew he would be. Making out. Probably in front of me. And I knew some part of me always would hope he just did that to make me jealous. But the more realistic part of me knew this was probably for the best. Me and Jess...it would never have worked out. We were too different. I mean yeah...we both liked books...and talking about books...but that was about it...
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Oh my heart can't carry much more
It's really, really aching and soar
My heart don't care anymore
I really can't bear more
My hands don't work like before
I shiver and I scrape at your door
My heart can't carry much more
But you couldn't care less
Could you
Your face don't look like before
It's really not like yours anymore
Your eyes don't like me no more
They quiver and they shift to the floor
My heart don't beat like before
It's never been this lone
No my blood don't flow anymore
And you couldn't care less
Could you
Could we stop and sleep for a spare
We can turn this stitch into a ware
And send that old devil back to hell
But we don't care do we
(The Cardigans - Couldn't Care Less)
I tried. I behaved as normal as I could. I had expected this day to come. It was the day of the annual dancemarathon and for some reason -probably to annoy me- Jess had shown up with Shane. Since my mother had to work at the inn I had asked Dean to be my dancepartner. We were getting along fairly well, and we actually enjoyed ourselves until Jess decided to dance as close to us as he could.
"Well Rory...fancy seeing you here" Jess's eyes were cold as stone and he kissed Shane passionately.
I remembered thinking when things had started to get this bad. I never meant to hurt him... I know I could have done some things differently, but when was I supposed to say those words to him? Okay...so I could have visited him after he got out of the hospital...but I thought he understood that I need time...
"Rory? Are you okay?" Deans eyes searched my face, looking for a reason to hurt Jess. He was really concerned about me, and my heart skipped a beat. This guy cared about me. Unlike Jess he really cared. And he wasn't afraid to show it.
Dean leaned over and slowly captured my lips with a soft and gentle kiss. When I didn't join him in the kiss he slowly drew back and looked at me.
"I'm sorry" His eyes pleaded with me, silently asking me not to be angry with him.
"I thought you wanted it"
I looked up at him and casted a quick glance at Jess, who was still making out with Shane. His hands were up under her shirt and his mouth claimed her lips time and time again.
"I did...I do. I missed you Dean"
It was true. Well...partly. I had missed him. But what I had really missed was the company, someone to hold and cuddle with. I hadn't actually missed HIM. Yet he was here, holding me in his arms, begging me to give him a second chance. So I did.
For a little moment I felt guilty putting Dean in as a pawn in my game. But reason had abandoned my mind for the time being. I wanted to get back at Jess, show him that if he wanted to hurt me, I could hurt him back. And...in case he didn't care, I wanted to show him that neither did I.
A/N: Sorry if this story isn't going the way you want it to go. I swear I didn't know it was going to be like this (ok maybe just a little) but I promise you this will be a Literati. Eventually. So...now go and review! I know you want to!
BADBOY: No. It's Shane.
COFFEELVR: But this is Jess's account you're on...
BADBOY: yeah so?
BADBOY: what do you want with my boyfriend anyway?
Boyfriend?! Rory kept staring at those lines. Was it Jess playing some game or was this really true? Did he forget her this soon? She signed out and fell down on her bed. This didn't just happen. It couldn't have. Right?
~~
Nothing can stop these lonely tears from falling
Tell me baby where did I go wrong
I could put my arms around every boy I see
But they'd only remind me of you
(Sinead O'Connor - Nothing Compares 2 U)
~~
**Rory's POV**
I really didn't want to believe it. Shane. I've seen her a couple of times. She works at that beautystore. She is so the type Jess wouldn't fall for. Would he? Or was she like the New York girls he had dated? Maybe I was just the exception. Maybe he had realized inexperienced Rory Gilmore wasn't his thing. Maybe...we should just remain friends.
Yeah...well friends...that would require talking wouldn't it? And since talking to me obviously wasn't Jess's priority right now being friends was kinda difficult. And really...if we became friends, did I want to know about the things he did with Shane? No way. I wouldn't admit it to anybody, but I was dead jealous. How could he? After he said he had feelings for me?
It made me insecure. I didn't want to face the fact that maybe I just wasn't good enough. I wish I could blame all this on him but I couldn't. Part of it was my fault too. I stringed him along. I played with his feelings, still seeing Dean when I knew he cared about me. But was I totally to blame for that? Wasn't it normal to be scared? I couldn't help it.
I did want to be with him though. I finally had that figured out. But obviously that was too late. He had moved on. And where did that leave me? Was I supposed to stay single until he grew tired of screwing some blonde bimbo? Or would he move on to the next flavor of the week, never looking back at me again?
So...it was best to pretend I didn't care about him. Or his girl. Like it didn't tear me up inside when I saw them kissing or making out. I knew he would be. Making out. Probably in front of me. And I knew some part of me always would hope he just did that to make me jealous. But the more realistic part of me knew this was probably for the best. Me and Jess...it would never have worked out. We were too different. I mean yeah...we both liked books...and talking about books...but that was about it...
~~
Oh my heart can't carry much more
It's really, really aching and soar
My heart don't care anymore
I really can't bear more
My hands don't work like before
I shiver and I scrape at your door
My heart can't carry much more
But you couldn't care less
Could you
Your face don't look like before
It's really not like yours anymore
Your eyes don't like me no more
They quiver and they shift to the floor
My heart don't beat like before
It's never been this lone
No my blood don't flow anymore
And you couldn't care less
Could you
Could we stop and sleep for a spare
We can turn this stitch into a ware
And send that old devil back to hell
But we don't care do we
(The Cardigans - Couldn't Care Less)
I tried. I behaved as normal as I could. I had expected this day to come. It was the day of the annual dancemarathon and for some reason -probably to annoy me- Jess had shown up with Shane. Since my mother had to work at the inn I had asked Dean to be my dancepartner. We were getting along fairly well, and we actually enjoyed ourselves until Jess decided to dance as close to us as he could.
"Well Rory...fancy seeing you here" Jess's eyes were cold as stone and he kissed Shane passionately.
I remembered thinking when things had started to get this bad. I never meant to hurt him... I know I could have done some things differently, but when was I supposed to say those words to him? Okay...so I could have visited him after he got out of the hospital...but I thought he understood that I need time...
"Rory? Are you okay?" Deans eyes searched my face, looking for a reason to hurt Jess. He was really concerned about me, and my heart skipped a beat. This guy cared about me. Unlike Jess he really cared. And he wasn't afraid to show it.
Dean leaned over and slowly captured my lips with a soft and gentle kiss. When I didn't join him in the kiss he slowly drew back and looked at me.
"I'm sorry" His eyes pleaded with me, silently asking me not to be angry with him.
"I thought you wanted it"
I looked up at him and casted a quick glance at Jess, who was still making out with Shane. His hands were up under her shirt and his mouth claimed her lips time and time again.
"I did...I do. I missed you Dean"
It was true. Well...partly. I had missed him. But what I had really missed was the company, someone to hold and cuddle with. I hadn't actually missed HIM. Yet he was here, holding me in his arms, begging me to give him a second chance. So I did.
For a little moment I felt guilty putting Dean in as a pawn in my game. But reason had abandoned my mind for the time being. I wanted to get back at Jess, show him that if he wanted to hurt me, I could hurt him back. And...in case he didn't care, I wanted to show him that neither did I.
A/N: Sorry if this story isn't going the way you want it to go. I swear I didn't know it was going to be like this (ok maybe just a little) but I promise you this will be a Literati. Eventually. So...now go and review! I know you want to!