Alright, sorry this updated chapter has taken me so long to produce. I have
been busy closing every night at work. Everyone enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls, sigh I wish I did. I don't make any money writing this, but if you really want something to compensate, you can have some coffee grounds. How about it? Just add hot water!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Scene changes and we see rain spattering Rory's bedroom window. It's the next day, and she is still continued to her room. The trash can is overflowing with paper balls, possibly early drafts of her speech. Rain spatters the window, and she can't help but read the e-mail Jess sent her yesterday. In the background we hear, "If You're Not For Me" by Daniel Bedingfield.
Rory leaned back in her chair and sighed. Her graduation was in two days, and she didn't even know where to begin with the speech. To top it all off, her heart felt like it had shattered into a million pieces. Where was she to go? What would make the emptiness disappear? Then her cell phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hey." It was Lane on the other end. Probably calling to see how Rory's speech was going or something.
"Hi Lane."
"I had to talk to you. I didn't know who else to talk to."
Lane sounded desperate, so Rory decided to be the best friend Lane had come to lean on whenever she needed to and talk to her.
"Alright, what's wrong? Mama Kim didn't decide to lock poor David in the attic and have him read the Bible for the rest of his life, did she?" Rory joked a bit with Lane.
Lane laughed slightly. Not a good sign, but one Rory could work with.
"No, it's worse."
"Well what could be worse? She didn't kill him did she?"
"He said the three words."
"Three words? I'm really hungry? I need coffee? The latter I applaud whole- heartily."
"I love you." Lane was now on the edge of having a nervous break down and Rory's jokes were not helping.
"That's good, isn't it? I mean you have been talking about how wonderful he is, and how much fun you guys have together." Rory remembered how she talked about Jess the same way. This conversation began to depress her, but she stayed on for Lane's sake.
"I suppose, but I didn't think it would be this soon."
"Well life has a funny way of doing things. Perhaps you should write the rules on telling someone you love them. Then have it published in your biography when you become famous."
"As long as you write it."
"Don't know if I can endure such a grueling task."
"You can, tell yourself that every morning in the mirror until such a time."
"I will, don't worry Master."
"Well I suppose I should go before the head of the council comes back from the store. Call me later, okay?"
"Will do Master Obi-wan."
"Also, in my absence don't blow up any planets, or people for that matter."
"I will try not to, Master"
"Bye Rory."
"Bye Lane." Rory hung up the phone. She stared at the screen for some time now, and hit the reply button on the e-mail.
---------------------------------------Outgoing Message--------------------- --------------------------------------
To: Jess Mariano From: Rory Gilmore
Subject: What about us?
Jess, I suppose I am supposed to say something along the lines of I hate you, and never speak to me again. I know I should be mad, but for some reason I can't find a reason to be mad. I make no sense I know, haven't been to Luke's yet for my daily three cups. Unless it's Sunday, oh look it is, now it's nine. I don't know why you did tell me about what was going on, or for that matter why you tried so hard to push me out of your life. I just, feel like I don't know you anymore Jess. That scares me.
Rory -------------------------------------End Message---------------------------- -------------------------------------------
Rory stared at the screen a few minutes and read the last line back to herself.
"That scares me." She paused and didn't type anything. Instead she turned and looked out the window and the rain drops and said softly, "Because I love you."
Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls, sigh I wish I did. I don't make any money writing this, but if you really want something to compensate, you can have some coffee grounds. How about it? Just add hot water!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Scene changes and we see rain spattering Rory's bedroom window. It's the next day, and she is still continued to her room. The trash can is overflowing with paper balls, possibly early drafts of her speech. Rain spatters the window, and she can't help but read the e-mail Jess sent her yesterday. In the background we hear, "If You're Not For Me" by Daniel Bedingfield.
Rory leaned back in her chair and sighed. Her graduation was in two days, and she didn't even know where to begin with the speech. To top it all off, her heart felt like it had shattered into a million pieces. Where was she to go? What would make the emptiness disappear? Then her cell phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hey." It was Lane on the other end. Probably calling to see how Rory's speech was going or something.
"Hi Lane."
"I had to talk to you. I didn't know who else to talk to."
Lane sounded desperate, so Rory decided to be the best friend Lane had come to lean on whenever she needed to and talk to her.
"Alright, what's wrong? Mama Kim didn't decide to lock poor David in the attic and have him read the Bible for the rest of his life, did she?" Rory joked a bit with Lane.
Lane laughed slightly. Not a good sign, but one Rory could work with.
"No, it's worse."
"Well what could be worse? She didn't kill him did she?"
"He said the three words."
"Three words? I'm really hungry? I need coffee? The latter I applaud whole- heartily."
"I love you." Lane was now on the edge of having a nervous break down and Rory's jokes were not helping.
"That's good, isn't it? I mean you have been talking about how wonderful he is, and how much fun you guys have together." Rory remembered how she talked about Jess the same way. This conversation began to depress her, but she stayed on for Lane's sake.
"I suppose, but I didn't think it would be this soon."
"Well life has a funny way of doing things. Perhaps you should write the rules on telling someone you love them. Then have it published in your biography when you become famous."
"As long as you write it."
"Don't know if I can endure such a grueling task."
"You can, tell yourself that every morning in the mirror until such a time."
"I will, don't worry Master."
"Well I suppose I should go before the head of the council comes back from the store. Call me later, okay?"
"Will do Master Obi-wan."
"Also, in my absence don't blow up any planets, or people for that matter."
"I will try not to, Master"
"Bye Rory."
"Bye Lane." Rory hung up the phone. She stared at the screen for some time now, and hit the reply button on the e-mail.
---------------------------------------Outgoing Message--------------------- --------------------------------------
To: Jess Mariano From: Rory Gilmore
Subject: What about us?
Jess, I suppose I am supposed to say something along the lines of I hate you, and never speak to me again. I know I should be mad, but for some reason I can't find a reason to be mad. I make no sense I know, haven't been to Luke's yet for my daily three cups. Unless it's Sunday, oh look it is, now it's nine. I don't know why you did tell me about what was going on, or for that matter why you tried so hard to push me out of your life. I just, feel like I don't know you anymore Jess. That scares me.
Rory -------------------------------------End Message---------------------------- -------------------------------------------
Rory stared at the screen a few minutes and read the last line back to herself.
"That scares me." She paused and didn't type anything. Instead she turned and looked out the window and the rain drops and said softly, "Because I love you."
