I'd Rather Be Anywhere But Here
Chapter 9
Disclaimer: I STILL don't own it. It sucks, I know. Lets make a deal….I will let you read my fic (which I don't own) and you will not sue me…Sounds good to me. :D
Spoilers: Not really unless you haven't seen season 3.
Rating: PG-13 for some cussing here and there.
Pairing: Read and find out! :P
Summary: Rory is at Yale. Jess is in California. Rory is over Jess…or is she??? Jess is not over Rory. Please read and review. Thanks! :D
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It had been two weeks since Rory had called him, but thinking about it still made is head throb. He felt bad about it, leaving without saying good-bye that is, and he thought that he owed her an explanation but would prefer to do it in person.
Today was Friday, and he was working at the hot-dog stand. An old woman approached the stand.
"What can I get you?" He asked, faking sincerity.
"Well…I'll have a hot-dog with a slightly crisped bun, mannaise on one side, ketchup on the other, mustard on the top…" She paused to make sure that he had written it down before continuing. "…One slice of mozzarella cheese, a sprinkle of onion, and some pickles."
Jess rolled his eyes. He couldn't stand people like her, who had nothing better to do than bug the crap out of people like him. "Do you want anything to drink?"
"An iced-tea with two packets of sugar in it," She answered smiling.
He gave her her receipt and told her that it would be ready in a few minutes. After she walked away, he turned around to give Bruce, the hot-dog maker, the order.
"One hot-dog with everything on it, heavy on the onion, and an iced-tea," Jess yelled.
Bruce nodded. Jess looked at his watch and smirked. Finally I'm off. He untied his apron and took off his hat. He hated that piece of shit, but Jimmy wouldn't let him work there if he didn't wear it.
He walked the few blocks to Jimmy's house and got home to find it empty. He noticed that the light on the recorder was flashing. He quickened his pace as he headed over to it. Maybe it's Rory…well there's a 5% chance…it's better than no chance…at least she has my number now. He had began jumping for the phone every time it rang, ever since she had called him.
He pushed play and waited.
"Hello-? *beep* Oh, it's the answering machine. Anyways, hi Jess, this is your mother speaking. I called because I have something to tell you. Call me…you know the number…bye." *beep*
Jess and Liz had been in contact for a few months now, but she had never left a message before. What could possibly be so important? She's probably getting married to one of her boyfriends or something.
He dialed the number and was taken aback when a man answered. I didn't really mean it.
"Uh, is Liz there?" He asked the stranger.
"Who is this?" The man asked roughly.
"Her son," He answered.
"Hold on," The man said and Jess could hear talking in the background.
"Hello Jess," Liz said cheerily, "How are you?"
"Springtime fresh," Jess responded sarcastically.
"No need to be rude."
"Who was that?" He asked.
"Jim…He's really nice, he's different," Liz explained.
Jess rolled his eyes. I bet. "So why did you call?"
"Oh!" Liz exclaimed. "I almost forgot! I talked to Luke this morning."
"Well you deserve a gold star," He said caustically.
Liz ignored him and continued, "…and guess what?" Liz prompted.
"Luke and Lorelai eloped!" he exclaimed mocking her tone of voice.
"No…but I found out where your 'stolen car' is," Liz stated proudly.
"You what?!" Jess asked in amazement.
"I know where your car is," She repeated in a sing-song voice.
"Well…?" He inquired.
"It's in that garage, shed thing of Luke's."
"LUKE HID MY CAR!?!" Jess yelled into the phone.
"Guess so," She said nonchalantly.
"WHY?"
Liz shrugged and then realizing that he couldn't see her said, "I dunno…well I just thought that you'd like to know…I've gotta go. Bye."
"Bye," Jess said before hanging up. I can't believe it was Luke! That was my car. I bought it with my money. It belongs to me. I should go there and steal it back. Jess smirked. That actually wouldn't be such a bad idea…it's spring break, I could talk to Rory…or even just see her, get my car, and be gone.
Jess strode out the front door and sat down on the porch steps. He subconsciously reached into his pocket and pulled out his lighter. When his conscious caught up to him he froze. She hated it when I smoked. I can just hear her, 'Your gonna die of lung cancer when you're 25...' or 'I thought you quit." Jess sighed heavily. I even miss her nagging.
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Lorelai was on her way to her parents house for the dreaded Friday night dinner, which was especially dreaded this week because Rory wasn't going to be there.
I know that it was my idea for her to get out of dinner for her date tonight, but what is so unbelievable about me not being able to come because I broke out in chicken pox??? Okay…maybe I did have it when I was six, but how does mom know that I couldn't get it again.
She pulled up in front of the house and parked her car. Maybe I can become 'violently ill' halfway through dinner. She walked slowly to the door. She was just about to knock, but she decided against it and turned around. She started walking quickly back towards the jeep, but was stopped midway.
"Lorelai! Where are you going?" Emily yelled from the doorway.
Lorelai spun around guiltily. "Oh, uh, I was just going to get my, uh…sunglasses."
Emily frowned, "Well that's silly Lorelai! Get in the house!"
Lorelai sighed. "I'm coming," She said sulkily and began to trudge back to the door.
"Hello Lorelai," Emily said cheerily as Lorelai followed her to the dining room.
"Where's Dad?" Lorelai asked as she sat down in her usual seat.
"Oh, your father is on another one of his business trips," Emily replied bitterly.
Lorelai grimaced. Great…it's just me and her.
"Mary-Anne! Where are our salads!" Emily yelled into the kitchen.
A young girl scurried out of the kitchen. She was holding two salads. She hurried over to Emily and was just about there when she tripped over the table leg. The salads and Mary-Anne went flying, and they both landed on the floor.
The girl struggled to her feet. "This is not the circus Mary-Anne. We do not go flying through the house." Emily informed her angrily.
"I'm, I'm, I'm, sorry Ma'm, I'm so sorry," Mary-Anne wailed.
"Stop babbling and clean this mess up!" Emily bellowed.
"Yes Ma'm, right away Ma'm," She said and got down on her knees to begin picking up this mess.
"Guess we're not having salad tonight," Lorelai said trying to lighten the mood. Emily grunted and shot her a dirty look…so Lorelai decided to keep her mouth shut.
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Rory and Brian had been dating for about two and a half weeks and they had become close instantly. They went out for dinner almost every night, but they had not yet kissed. Tonight was going to be different though, all day she had been telling herself that tonight would be the night that she would definitely kiss him.
'I can do it.' 'I can do it.' She told herself as they approached her dorm room. They had just returned from dinner and a movie.
"I had a wonderful time tonight, as always," Brian said smiling.
"Me too," She said, also smiling. It's just a kiss, it's no big deal.
He started to lean forward to kiss her cheek and was astonished when, instead of turning her head, she met his lips.
She found herself comparing him to Jess. She opened one eye to see that his eyes were closed. It's a good thing he can't see this expression. Her face was scrunched up in disgust. He's not a bad kisser…Why am I picturing Jess's face? She pulled away from Brian, frowning at the thought.
"Am I that bad of a kisser?" He joked.
"No," Rory said reassuringly, "I was just thinking about something."
"Oh…do you want to talk about it?" He asked kindly.
"No, that's okay…I had a really nice time tonight," She said hugging him.
"I did too," He said as he leaned forward to give her one last peck on the cheek. He started to walk down the hall. "Call me!" He said.
"I will!" She yelled after him before opening the door and going into her room.
After she got into bed she found her self, once again thinking about Jess. "Damn you, I want closure," She uttered to herself, "I need closure."
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"Luke, Luke! Where fore art thou Lukeo!" Lorelai cried as she barged into the Diner. "The maid dropped the salads and I need coffee!"
Luke came out of the kitchen wearing a nice shirt and slacks.
Lorelai gaped at him. "Did you run out of flannel?" She finally asked.
"No," He answered simply.
"Did someone die?"
"No," He said shaking his head.
"Well why are you all dressed up?"
"I have a date," Luke responded.
Lorelai laughed. "Seriously…why are you dressed up?"
"Why is that so hard to believe?"
"Oh, I don't know…maybe because you never go out on dates," Lorelai retorted.
He poured her coffee into a disposable cup and handed it to her.
"Does this mean that your kicking me out?"
"You called me Lukeo," He stated.
Lorelai smiled and began to head towards the door. "Thanks for the coffee…Lukeo!" She called behind her.
"Don't call me that!" He yelled as she walked out, although he was trying to be mad, a small smile played on his lips.
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A/N: I'm thinking that there's probably only going to be 1 or 2 more chapters in this story…but I'm considering writing a story after this one that would continue it. What do you think? I need feedback! Is this chapter really crappy??? I am under the weather…I think I might have the flu…my head feels like it's going to explode!!!
