Jess looked at the postcards on display in the gift shop. His eyes
found one of the stained glass window that he and Rory kissed in front of.
He picked it up and held it carefully in his hands as if it was a precious
jewel instead of a piece of cardboard. Jess could think of little else
besides the kiss.
When he called her the night before and the conversation had been so unbearably awkward and uncomfortable Jess was ready to let her go and only have her in his dreams and thoughts. He thought the phone call was a realization that they would never work out and he would only screw it up. But she came to him without warning and his entire world became unhinged...............................just like that.
How one girl came to have such an effect on him he would never know.
Jess held the stiff postcard in his hands and decided to buy it as a memento of their day and the museum kiss. Jess looked at the other postcards on display, there were so many, and picked up one of "The Afternoon Siesta" and "Starry Night" by Van Gough. As he walked to the cashier his mind replayed the kiss over and over.
While standing in line thinking about Rory he noticed a pile of cheap pencils that had "Metropolitan Museum of Art" written on them. Jess thought it would be a cute gift for Rory, he knew she liked that kind of stuff. Although he would never admit to such sentimentality, he picked out a blue one for her eyes.
But Jess had no idea if he would get the chance to give the gifts to her. More likely than not, Jess thought, she would say in that nice way that she talks in, that it was a mistake and that they should be friends. Standing in line he prepared himself for the rejection and pain that would follow. But he couldn't decide whether or not to give up without a fight, whether or not to pretend to be okay that she trample all over his heart or tell her how he feels and how much she means to him. Jess wanted to fight for her, for her love and to be let in her world...but Jess knew that he didn't belong there in such happiness and love while at the same time knowing that he has never been as happy as he was with her.
It was all very confusing for him.
After he paid for the mementos he grabbed one of the pens used for people to sign checks or credit card receipts and scribbled on the back of the postcard of the stained glass window.
Rory, "Man is the only animal that blushes...or needs to." Jess
Fitting, Jess thought. He put the postcards in his pocket and held the pencil awkwardly in his hand thinking about how to give it to her. Then he saw her. Rory walked in an entrance that was toward the back of the large gift shop while Jess watched her from the front. He just looked at her, memorizing her at that moment. Afraid.
He couldn't help it, he enjoyed watching her walking on the street or talking to her mom. She was fascinating to Jess. He watched the light attach itself to her. How Rory folds her arms awkwardly. Her hair falling around her face. Her uniform evoking innocence and sexuality at the same time, and she didn't even know it. She wasn't aware of any of it..................
Jess studied her like that because he was certain he would not be able to look at her like that for a long time.
When their eyes did meet Jess felt a current rush through him. She walked toward him moving out of the way of other tourists and children looking away only briefly. She smiled at him and Jess thought his heart would implode. Hope. It was so powerful.
"Hi,"
"Hi."
"You got your stuff." Jess noticed the backpack and record.
"Yeah I did. Here's your jacket." Rory handed it to him.
"Thanks." Jess sighed. This wasn't going how he thought it would.
"What's that?" Rory looked at the blue pencil in his hand.
"Oh I got it for you. Here." He handed it to her and felt her skin on her fingertips when he did. The touching did not go unnoticed between them.
"Thanks." Rory looked at the pencil in her hands and smiled.
"I know it's just a crappy pencil." Jess felt like an idiot giving her a pencil. What kind of gift was that?
"I like it." And she really did.
"I thought you would." Jess smiled because she was smiling at him. He wanted to kiss her again but he didn't. They turned and walked out of the museum. It was dark out and suddenly the feeling really sunk into Rory that she was in New York City. She looked at Jess as they descended the staircase and noticed he was looking at her.
"Rory I gotta ask you something." Jess couldn't take it any longer. They needed to talk about the kiss and about everything.
"Okay," Rory said tentatively.
"Why did you come here? I mean you ditched school and everything; it's so not you." They reached the end of the stairs and they faced each other. Although it was night they could see clearly from all the lights.
"Well you didn't say goodbye."
"Oh...................sorry about that." Jess looked down at his shoes and thought about her words. He hadn't said goodbye because he thought she wanted him to leave after what he did...................wrecking her perfect boyfriend's car. And Jess had never been any good at goodbyes.
"And after the phone call I....................I just wanted to see you so I came." Rory was ready to tell him how she felt......................if she could only find the words.
"I'm glad you did," Jess said softly and looked her in the eyes. He was about to say something else. Something about the kiss and about how many other times he had wanted to kiss her. But he didn't get the chance.
Since Rory couldn't find the words she decided to show Jess how she felt.
Jess wasn't expecting to be kissed, so it came as a surprise. At first he thought he imagined it. But when he realized that the kiss was real he instinctively put his hand on her cheek and kissed her back. Greedy for more his arms went around her waist and pulled her closer to him and Rory put her arms around his neck
It was a magical kiss. They both felt it in their blood and in their skin. Jess had kissed lots of girls, too many to count.................but none of them ever shook him like that kiss did. When they parted they both looked at each other questioning whether the other felt it too.
"Wow." Rory smiled as she said it and Jess smiled back. They were still holding each other, unaware of the world around them.
"Don't start this if you are not going to finish it, Rory. Don't do that to me."
"I'll finish it. Will you?" Jess kissed her and tasted her completely. Her mouth was sweet. The kiss was more passionate, the two teenagers were starved for each other.
"So what do we do now?" Rory pulled away to ask the question with many meanings.
"Anything you want." And Jess meant it. He was on such a high from kissing her that he would have done anything she wanted. Anything at all. He was completely at her mercy.
"I'm not the tour guide here."
"Well.................are you tired?"
"Nope not tired at all." Rory felt very much alive.
"Ever been to Times Square before?"
"Never." Rory had never done anything before.
"Wanna go?" Jess wanted to show it to her. He wanted to see her face with the awe and wonder that she looked at the record store and at The Met. He loved it.
"Now?" Times Square had always been this far away place that was completely intangible for Rory. It was hard to comprehend that she could hop in a cab and be there in a minutes.
"Yeah. It's pretty cool at night with all the lights and everything."
"Okay." She nodded her head.
"Okay. We'll take a cab." They turned and walked to the street where all the yellow taxis were lined up holding hands and grinning like idiots.
They held hands the entire cab drive there, which was a while since Times Square was on the other side of town from the Met. They discussed their favorite paintings in the museum and what artists they liked (Rory liked Klimt, Jess liked Magrite), and which movies about artists they liked (they both liked "Pollock" and Jess liked "Who Shot Andy Warhol?"), and which books about artists they liked. It was good normal couple conversation. Except they were not a couple................technically............ Rory was still with Dean and both of them were very much aware of it.
When he called her the night before and the conversation had been so unbearably awkward and uncomfortable Jess was ready to let her go and only have her in his dreams and thoughts. He thought the phone call was a realization that they would never work out and he would only screw it up. But she came to him without warning and his entire world became unhinged...............................just like that.
How one girl came to have such an effect on him he would never know.
Jess held the stiff postcard in his hands and decided to buy it as a memento of their day and the museum kiss. Jess looked at the other postcards on display, there were so many, and picked up one of "The Afternoon Siesta" and "Starry Night" by Van Gough. As he walked to the cashier his mind replayed the kiss over and over.
While standing in line thinking about Rory he noticed a pile of cheap pencils that had "Metropolitan Museum of Art" written on them. Jess thought it would be a cute gift for Rory, he knew she liked that kind of stuff. Although he would never admit to such sentimentality, he picked out a blue one for her eyes.
But Jess had no idea if he would get the chance to give the gifts to her. More likely than not, Jess thought, she would say in that nice way that she talks in, that it was a mistake and that they should be friends. Standing in line he prepared himself for the rejection and pain that would follow. But he couldn't decide whether or not to give up without a fight, whether or not to pretend to be okay that she trample all over his heart or tell her how he feels and how much she means to him. Jess wanted to fight for her, for her love and to be let in her world...but Jess knew that he didn't belong there in such happiness and love while at the same time knowing that he has never been as happy as he was with her.
It was all very confusing for him.
After he paid for the mementos he grabbed one of the pens used for people to sign checks or credit card receipts and scribbled on the back of the postcard of the stained glass window.
Rory, "Man is the only animal that blushes...or needs to." Jess
Fitting, Jess thought. He put the postcards in his pocket and held the pencil awkwardly in his hand thinking about how to give it to her. Then he saw her. Rory walked in an entrance that was toward the back of the large gift shop while Jess watched her from the front. He just looked at her, memorizing her at that moment. Afraid.
He couldn't help it, he enjoyed watching her walking on the street or talking to her mom. She was fascinating to Jess. He watched the light attach itself to her. How Rory folds her arms awkwardly. Her hair falling around her face. Her uniform evoking innocence and sexuality at the same time, and she didn't even know it. She wasn't aware of any of it..................
Jess studied her like that because he was certain he would not be able to look at her like that for a long time.
When their eyes did meet Jess felt a current rush through him. She walked toward him moving out of the way of other tourists and children looking away only briefly. She smiled at him and Jess thought his heart would implode. Hope. It was so powerful.
"Hi,"
"Hi."
"You got your stuff." Jess noticed the backpack and record.
"Yeah I did. Here's your jacket." Rory handed it to him.
"Thanks." Jess sighed. This wasn't going how he thought it would.
"What's that?" Rory looked at the blue pencil in his hand.
"Oh I got it for you. Here." He handed it to her and felt her skin on her fingertips when he did. The touching did not go unnoticed between them.
"Thanks." Rory looked at the pencil in her hands and smiled.
"I know it's just a crappy pencil." Jess felt like an idiot giving her a pencil. What kind of gift was that?
"I like it." And she really did.
"I thought you would." Jess smiled because she was smiling at him. He wanted to kiss her again but he didn't. They turned and walked out of the museum. It was dark out and suddenly the feeling really sunk into Rory that she was in New York City. She looked at Jess as they descended the staircase and noticed he was looking at her.
"Rory I gotta ask you something." Jess couldn't take it any longer. They needed to talk about the kiss and about everything.
"Okay," Rory said tentatively.
"Why did you come here? I mean you ditched school and everything; it's so not you." They reached the end of the stairs and they faced each other. Although it was night they could see clearly from all the lights.
"Well you didn't say goodbye."
"Oh...................sorry about that." Jess looked down at his shoes and thought about her words. He hadn't said goodbye because he thought she wanted him to leave after what he did...................wrecking her perfect boyfriend's car. And Jess had never been any good at goodbyes.
"And after the phone call I....................I just wanted to see you so I came." Rory was ready to tell him how she felt......................if she could only find the words.
"I'm glad you did," Jess said softly and looked her in the eyes. He was about to say something else. Something about the kiss and about how many other times he had wanted to kiss her. But he didn't get the chance.
Since Rory couldn't find the words she decided to show Jess how she felt.
Jess wasn't expecting to be kissed, so it came as a surprise. At first he thought he imagined it. But when he realized that the kiss was real he instinctively put his hand on her cheek and kissed her back. Greedy for more his arms went around her waist and pulled her closer to him and Rory put her arms around his neck
It was a magical kiss. They both felt it in their blood and in their skin. Jess had kissed lots of girls, too many to count.................but none of them ever shook him like that kiss did. When they parted they both looked at each other questioning whether the other felt it too.
"Wow." Rory smiled as she said it and Jess smiled back. They were still holding each other, unaware of the world around them.
"Don't start this if you are not going to finish it, Rory. Don't do that to me."
"I'll finish it. Will you?" Jess kissed her and tasted her completely. Her mouth was sweet. The kiss was more passionate, the two teenagers were starved for each other.
"So what do we do now?" Rory pulled away to ask the question with many meanings.
"Anything you want." And Jess meant it. He was on such a high from kissing her that he would have done anything she wanted. Anything at all. He was completely at her mercy.
"I'm not the tour guide here."
"Well.................are you tired?"
"Nope not tired at all." Rory felt very much alive.
"Ever been to Times Square before?"
"Never." Rory had never done anything before.
"Wanna go?" Jess wanted to show it to her. He wanted to see her face with the awe and wonder that she looked at the record store and at The Met. He loved it.
"Now?" Times Square had always been this far away place that was completely intangible for Rory. It was hard to comprehend that she could hop in a cab and be there in a minutes.
"Yeah. It's pretty cool at night with all the lights and everything."
"Okay." She nodded her head.
"Okay. We'll take a cab." They turned and walked to the street where all the yellow taxis were lined up holding hands and grinning like idiots.
They held hands the entire cab drive there, which was a while since Times Square was on the other side of town from the Met. They discussed their favorite paintings in the museum and what artists they liked (Rory liked Klimt, Jess liked Magrite), and which movies about artists they liked (they both liked "Pollock" and Jess liked "Who Shot Andy Warhol?"), and which books about artists they liked. It was good normal couple conversation. Except they were not a couple................technically............ Rory was still with Dean and both of them were very much aware of it.