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A/N: Thanks for the reviews!! And again, I'm sorry if I make anyone overly sarcastic. High school dramas people, high school dramas......
Chapter 5: The Silence Hurts
The movie was over and was rolling out the credits. Rory and Jess lay fast asleep on the couch. He had his arm around her and she laid her hand on his chest, while her head was buried into him.
Soon Paris, Tanna, and Janet waltzed it. They froze as soon as they saw Rory and Jess sleeping on the couch.
"Should we wake them?" whispered Tanna.
"Probably not," said Janet.
"We could scream bloody murder," Paris suggested.
"Only Paris," Janet murmured.
"I heard that!" Paris hushed.
Janet rolled her eyes.
"I think we should just let them sleep," said Tanna.
Paris took a few steps towards the two sleeping figures on the couch and hovered over them in a creepy manner.
"Paris! What're you doing?" Janet whispered loudly.
"Waking the dead!" she whispered back.
"If you even think about waking them up, you're gonna hear an earful from me!"
She turned around and calmly asked, "Should I be scared?"
Stepping forward, Tanna whispered, "I think you should......."
Paris only nodded and turned around again.
Facing Rory and Jess, she said, "I'll take my chances......"
Janet lunged forward and tugged Paris away.
"Let go of me! I'll scream! Do you want me to scream?!" Paris shouted.
"Paris shut up!" Janet hissed as she covered Paris's mouth with her hand.
Paris licked Janet's palm, which was over her mouth.
Janet jumped back and screeched, "You sick 5 year old!"
"Hey! At least I'm not 70 and letting the dear old couple sleep, grandma!!"
"Take that back," Janet slurred warningly.
"Make me!"
"You bitter old woman!"
Tanna's eyes raced back and fourth, waiting for the others response.
After Janet had called Paris a bitter old woman, there was a silence.
"You can't even come up with anything to say!" spat Janet.
Just then, Rory shook with thunder screeching, "Deodorant!! I don't wanna pay with sweat!"
Janet, Paris, and Tanna's eyes swayed over to the couch. Rory was sitting up strait now and panting.
She looked to her left and saw that Jess was still sleeping.
"Figures that the rebel would sleep through that," Paris muttered.
Rory pouted her lips and wrinkled her eyebrows together.
Crossing her arms, she said, "That wasn't very nice!"
"That's what I'm sayin'. Bitter old woman," Janet whispered, to Paris, as she walked away.
Before walking into her room, she called out, "Good night," then shut the door.
Tanna whispered, "Good night," and followed Janet's actions.
Looking to her side, Jess lay asleep.
He looked so innocent, despite the contrary beliefs.
He stirred a little, so Rory stood slowly. She went into her room, pulled out a blanket and laid it over Jess. He shifted a little and woke.
"Oh the irony of him waking up to that!" shouted Paris as she walked off to her room.
Rory and Jess stared after her, furrowing their eyebrows.
Jess smiled faintly and said, "We missed the ending of the movie."
"Guess we'll have to watch it again."
Jess looked horrified and said, "No!"
"Why not?! Fame is a classic!"
Jess rolled his eyes and said, "Rory, I fell asleep half way through it!"
"Next time, I'll prep you for it!"
Jess just blinked blankly at her.
She smiled and said, "Go to sleep, you grumpy boy!"
He smiled back and said, "Good night Rory."
"Night," she responded as she flashed one more smile before going into her room.
Funny how he was supposed to sleep in her room; he ended up sleeping on the couch.
Inside, Jess was happy either way.
His heart was doing leaps for joy, simply because they were supposedly on good terms now.
It was an unspoken agreement.
He lay in the dark, thinking.
Just thinking.
In Rory's bedroom, Paris was tucked in bed mumbling to herself.
"I AM a bitter old woman," Paris sadly said.
"Oh Paris," Rory started, a wisp of carefree air flowing gracefully from her lips. Paris almost looked hopeful; as if for one moment in her life, someone would be saying what a great person she is. Instead Rory told her, "You aren't old!"
Paris's hopeful face was slashed with the ever clear pure hatred everyone had towards her.
Sorrow molded her face into a complex state of figuration; Rory couldn't tell if she was just being dramatic or if she really felt the way she looked.
"Paris I'm sorry," Rory said, swooshing to her side.
With the show of Paris's hand in Rory's face, Paris turned her head and oh so dramatically responded with, "Say no more, your words have already hurt me. Right here," she said, as she pointed to her heart.
Rory secretly rolled her eyes and said, "Come on Paris! Be happy! Spring break starts tomorrow after our classes!"
Paris looked a bit chipper after Rory had said this. Then she went directly back to looking depressed.
"I have nothing to do during Spring break," Paris sadly said.
Rory frowned and thought of something.
She knew she would probably regret this in the future, but now she was willing to do anything to get Paris to stop moping, a girl's gotta get some sleep ya know.
"Paris," Rory softly started, "Why (sigh) don't you spend Spring break with me and Jess?"
You could almost taste the sadness on Rory's lips.
Oh but the enjoyment that lit Paris's sad eyes filled the room with a brand new mist of happiness.
"Is it okay with Jess? I mean, I know we have our differences when it comes to books and the fact that I think he's lying when he said he's read anything by Jane Austin, but the fact of the matter is is, I don't think he likes me!"
"One: breathe. Two: Jess likes you," Rory hesitantly said. "I mean, not in that way, but I- well you- you know what I mean!!"
"Yes," Paris slowly said, "So what's your point?"
Rory sighed and said, "My point is, you need to stop being so...... uptight! Loosen up a bit," Rory suggested.
"Maybe... But I think the world might have to brace itself for something scary."
"We do it everyday..." Rory said, waving it away, "I mean, not that we brace ourselves of scary things like scary things because we think you're scary, but scary things in general! I don't mean to say that we think you're scary- you're not scary. I mean, well you aren't 'miss look at me I'm peaceful and gentle, plays with animals' and stuff, but I- I, you know what I mean right?!"
"Yes," Paris firmly declared. "Who plays with animals?"
Rory smiled and said, "You know..... People..... Like people who work at the zoo."
"I suppose... well Gilmore, it was nice having this 'heart to heart, lend a hand to your stupid roommate' kind act of charity, but I'm tired, so either talk to your half asleep boy toy out there or go to sleep yourself."
Rory rolled her eyes and said, "Good night Paris."
Rory turned the light off and lay in bed.
Problem was, she couldn't sleep.
She must have turned over again and again in bed, trying to fall asleep, but not having the slightest reason as to why she couldn't.
She sighed and got up as she quietly tried to escape the dark abyss of the room.
She slipped out, but didn't go unnoticed.
On the other side of the door was Jess sleeping on the couch.
Or so she thought.
She walked towards the couch.
"Couldn't sleep huh?" Jess asked her; his voice so hoarse, it sounded strained.
She gasped and said, "Jess! I didn't know you were awake!"
"I didn't either, I couldn't tell anymore; it was too dark."
She smiled, but she wasn't sure if he could see it, seeing as it was 'too dark'.
She walked over to the couch and sat by his feet.
He could kind of see the features on her face.
The shadows accented the curves and complimented her all around beauty.
"So why'd you come out here?" he asked her, his voice still a little husky.
She shrugged, again not knowing if he could see it, so she said, "I wanted to."
He made a small noise, signaling the fact that he understood.
"How come you can't sleep?" she asked him.
"Just couldn't," he responded.
"That all?"
"Yeah, why?" he asked.
"No reason," she said, playing it cool.
"You sure now?"
"Most definitely."
"Final answer?" He said, toying with her.
"THE final answer."
"Last chance now..."
"Jess...!" she said, an ounce of irritation slipping from her lips.
"All right, all right," he said.
He moved his legs towards the center of the couch so she could sit on it more.
She scooted in.
"So....."
"Oh, lets not go back to the "so" conversation again..."
"Okay."
The silence was threateningly sore.
It's like air seeping into your ears when you have an ear infection and you try to touch the bottom of the pool, thinking that you can beat the ear infection and NOT have the stupid water seep into your ears; causing it to hurt even more than it already does, seeing as you were close to the bottom and threatened the stupid infection. (A/N: wow, *takes a breath now*.... Continue)
"So...." Rory said.
Jess laughed and said, "I thought we weren't going to go back to "so" again...."
"We weren't, I just got tired of the silence. It hurt my ears..."
"Okay," he said, not even attempting to understand her logic- seeing as there was none, whatsoever.
"Oh! Um, you know how Paris was feeling all depressed tonight because of what Janet said......"
"Who's Janet?"
"That's right, she left before you woke..... Anyways, Paris was upset and I said, well be happy, Spring break is tomorrow after classes."
"Ahuh," Jess said, asking her to continue.
"Well she said she had nothing to do during Spring Break so I said......."
"What did you say Rory?" He asked, pretend anger rising in his voice.
"I said that it was okay that she spend it with us!" she answered quickly.
He was expecting something else, something that didn't involve an 'us'.
There was silence again.
"Say something!"
"What do you want me to say?!"
"Say.... Say you'll spend the break with me....." she softly ended.
"Oh....." was all he said.
'Oh', who does he think he is?! Mr. Bashful?! I don't think so!
"Oh?" she said.
He sighed and said, "Oh."
"O," she started and she could see him shoot his eyes her way so she ended with, "Kaaay..."
"So uh..... What does this mean?" he asked.
"It doesn't have to mean anything," she said.
And the moment she said it, she could see his heart break.
HE wanted it to be something.
HE wanted to be with her again.
But he didn't want to break her heart again.
SHE wanted it to be something.
SHE wanted to be with him again.
But she didn't want him to break her heart again
So they sat there, the silence hurting their ears and they contemplated.
They let their thoughts swim bitterly, wrapping around their brains and swimming across their minds.
Their thoughts hurt their ears.
The silence hurt their ears.
It was unbearable.
It hurt.
In all its rude glory, silence can unveil your deepest thoughts. In all its absent familiarity, silence can hurt you greatly. In all its judgmental tendencies, silence knows everything.
~Review!! Good gravy it took me forever and a day to think about what to say! Please, please review! I hope that I didn't make anyone out of character. I'm really, really sorry if I did.~
A/N: Thanks for the reviews!! And again, I'm sorry if I make anyone overly sarcastic. High school dramas people, high school dramas......
Chapter 5: The Silence Hurts
The movie was over and was rolling out the credits. Rory and Jess lay fast asleep on the couch. He had his arm around her and she laid her hand on his chest, while her head was buried into him.
Soon Paris, Tanna, and Janet waltzed it. They froze as soon as they saw Rory and Jess sleeping on the couch.
"Should we wake them?" whispered Tanna.
"Probably not," said Janet.
"We could scream bloody murder," Paris suggested.
"Only Paris," Janet murmured.
"I heard that!" Paris hushed.
Janet rolled her eyes.
"I think we should just let them sleep," said Tanna.
Paris took a few steps towards the two sleeping figures on the couch and hovered over them in a creepy manner.
"Paris! What're you doing?" Janet whispered loudly.
"Waking the dead!" she whispered back.
"If you even think about waking them up, you're gonna hear an earful from me!"
She turned around and calmly asked, "Should I be scared?"
Stepping forward, Tanna whispered, "I think you should......."
Paris only nodded and turned around again.
Facing Rory and Jess, she said, "I'll take my chances......"
Janet lunged forward and tugged Paris away.
"Let go of me! I'll scream! Do you want me to scream?!" Paris shouted.
"Paris shut up!" Janet hissed as she covered Paris's mouth with her hand.
Paris licked Janet's palm, which was over her mouth.
Janet jumped back and screeched, "You sick 5 year old!"
"Hey! At least I'm not 70 and letting the dear old couple sleep, grandma!!"
"Take that back," Janet slurred warningly.
"Make me!"
"You bitter old woman!"
Tanna's eyes raced back and fourth, waiting for the others response.
After Janet had called Paris a bitter old woman, there was a silence.
"You can't even come up with anything to say!" spat Janet.
Just then, Rory shook with thunder screeching, "Deodorant!! I don't wanna pay with sweat!"
Janet, Paris, and Tanna's eyes swayed over to the couch. Rory was sitting up strait now and panting.
She looked to her left and saw that Jess was still sleeping.
"Figures that the rebel would sleep through that," Paris muttered.
Rory pouted her lips and wrinkled her eyebrows together.
Crossing her arms, she said, "That wasn't very nice!"
"That's what I'm sayin'. Bitter old woman," Janet whispered, to Paris, as she walked away.
Before walking into her room, she called out, "Good night," then shut the door.
Tanna whispered, "Good night," and followed Janet's actions.
Looking to her side, Jess lay asleep.
He looked so innocent, despite the contrary beliefs.
He stirred a little, so Rory stood slowly. She went into her room, pulled out a blanket and laid it over Jess. He shifted a little and woke.
"Oh the irony of him waking up to that!" shouted Paris as she walked off to her room.
Rory and Jess stared after her, furrowing their eyebrows.
Jess smiled faintly and said, "We missed the ending of the movie."
"Guess we'll have to watch it again."
Jess looked horrified and said, "No!"
"Why not?! Fame is a classic!"
Jess rolled his eyes and said, "Rory, I fell asleep half way through it!"
"Next time, I'll prep you for it!"
Jess just blinked blankly at her.
She smiled and said, "Go to sleep, you grumpy boy!"
He smiled back and said, "Good night Rory."
"Night," she responded as she flashed one more smile before going into her room.
Funny how he was supposed to sleep in her room; he ended up sleeping on the couch.
Inside, Jess was happy either way.
His heart was doing leaps for joy, simply because they were supposedly on good terms now.
It was an unspoken agreement.
He lay in the dark, thinking.
Just thinking.
In Rory's bedroom, Paris was tucked in bed mumbling to herself.
"I AM a bitter old woman," Paris sadly said.
"Oh Paris," Rory started, a wisp of carefree air flowing gracefully from her lips. Paris almost looked hopeful; as if for one moment in her life, someone would be saying what a great person she is. Instead Rory told her, "You aren't old!"
Paris's hopeful face was slashed with the ever clear pure hatred everyone had towards her.
Sorrow molded her face into a complex state of figuration; Rory couldn't tell if she was just being dramatic or if she really felt the way she looked.
"Paris I'm sorry," Rory said, swooshing to her side.
With the show of Paris's hand in Rory's face, Paris turned her head and oh so dramatically responded with, "Say no more, your words have already hurt me. Right here," she said, as she pointed to her heart.
Rory secretly rolled her eyes and said, "Come on Paris! Be happy! Spring break starts tomorrow after our classes!"
Paris looked a bit chipper after Rory had said this. Then she went directly back to looking depressed.
"I have nothing to do during Spring break," Paris sadly said.
Rory frowned and thought of something.
She knew she would probably regret this in the future, but now she was willing to do anything to get Paris to stop moping, a girl's gotta get some sleep ya know.
"Paris," Rory softly started, "Why (sigh) don't you spend Spring break with me and Jess?"
You could almost taste the sadness on Rory's lips.
Oh but the enjoyment that lit Paris's sad eyes filled the room with a brand new mist of happiness.
"Is it okay with Jess? I mean, I know we have our differences when it comes to books and the fact that I think he's lying when he said he's read anything by Jane Austin, but the fact of the matter is is, I don't think he likes me!"
"One: breathe. Two: Jess likes you," Rory hesitantly said. "I mean, not in that way, but I- well you- you know what I mean!!"
"Yes," Paris slowly said, "So what's your point?"
Rory sighed and said, "My point is, you need to stop being so...... uptight! Loosen up a bit," Rory suggested.
"Maybe... But I think the world might have to brace itself for something scary."
"We do it everyday..." Rory said, waving it away, "I mean, not that we brace ourselves of scary things like scary things because we think you're scary, but scary things in general! I don't mean to say that we think you're scary- you're not scary. I mean, well you aren't 'miss look at me I'm peaceful and gentle, plays with animals' and stuff, but I- I, you know what I mean right?!"
"Yes," Paris firmly declared. "Who plays with animals?"
Rory smiled and said, "You know..... People..... Like people who work at the zoo."
"I suppose... well Gilmore, it was nice having this 'heart to heart, lend a hand to your stupid roommate' kind act of charity, but I'm tired, so either talk to your half asleep boy toy out there or go to sleep yourself."
Rory rolled her eyes and said, "Good night Paris."
Rory turned the light off and lay in bed.
Problem was, she couldn't sleep.
She must have turned over again and again in bed, trying to fall asleep, but not having the slightest reason as to why she couldn't.
She sighed and got up as she quietly tried to escape the dark abyss of the room.
She slipped out, but didn't go unnoticed.
On the other side of the door was Jess sleeping on the couch.
Or so she thought.
She walked towards the couch.
"Couldn't sleep huh?" Jess asked her; his voice so hoarse, it sounded strained.
She gasped and said, "Jess! I didn't know you were awake!"
"I didn't either, I couldn't tell anymore; it was too dark."
She smiled, but she wasn't sure if he could see it, seeing as it was 'too dark'.
She walked over to the couch and sat by his feet.
He could kind of see the features on her face.
The shadows accented the curves and complimented her all around beauty.
"So why'd you come out here?" he asked her, his voice still a little husky.
She shrugged, again not knowing if he could see it, so she said, "I wanted to."
He made a small noise, signaling the fact that he understood.
"How come you can't sleep?" she asked him.
"Just couldn't," he responded.
"That all?"
"Yeah, why?" he asked.
"No reason," she said, playing it cool.
"You sure now?"
"Most definitely."
"Final answer?" He said, toying with her.
"THE final answer."
"Last chance now..."
"Jess...!" she said, an ounce of irritation slipping from her lips.
"All right, all right," he said.
He moved his legs towards the center of the couch so she could sit on it more.
She scooted in.
"So....."
"Oh, lets not go back to the "so" conversation again..."
"Okay."
The silence was threateningly sore.
It's like air seeping into your ears when you have an ear infection and you try to touch the bottom of the pool, thinking that you can beat the ear infection and NOT have the stupid water seep into your ears; causing it to hurt even more than it already does, seeing as you were close to the bottom and threatened the stupid infection. (A/N: wow, *takes a breath now*.... Continue)
"So...." Rory said.
Jess laughed and said, "I thought we weren't going to go back to "so" again...."
"We weren't, I just got tired of the silence. It hurt my ears..."
"Okay," he said, not even attempting to understand her logic- seeing as there was none, whatsoever.
"Oh! Um, you know how Paris was feeling all depressed tonight because of what Janet said......"
"Who's Janet?"
"That's right, she left before you woke..... Anyways, Paris was upset and I said, well be happy, Spring break is tomorrow after classes."
"Ahuh," Jess said, asking her to continue.
"Well she said she had nothing to do during Spring Break so I said......."
"What did you say Rory?" He asked, pretend anger rising in his voice.
"I said that it was okay that she spend it with us!" she answered quickly.
He was expecting something else, something that didn't involve an 'us'.
There was silence again.
"Say something!"
"What do you want me to say?!"
"Say.... Say you'll spend the break with me....." she softly ended.
"Oh....." was all he said.
'Oh', who does he think he is?! Mr. Bashful?! I don't think so!
"Oh?" she said.
He sighed and said, "Oh."
"O," she started and she could see him shoot his eyes her way so she ended with, "Kaaay..."
"So uh..... What does this mean?" he asked.
"It doesn't have to mean anything," she said.
And the moment she said it, she could see his heart break.
HE wanted it to be something.
HE wanted to be with her again.
But he didn't want to break her heart again.
SHE wanted it to be something.
SHE wanted to be with him again.
But she didn't want him to break her heart again
So they sat there, the silence hurting their ears and they contemplated.
They let their thoughts swim bitterly, wrapping around their brains and swimming across their minds.
Their thoughts hurt their ears.
The silence hurt their ears.
It was unbearable.
It hurt.
In all its rude glory, silence can unveil your deepest thoughts. In all its absent familiarity, silence can hurt you greatly. In all its judgmental tendencies, silence knows everything.
~Review!! Good gravy it took me forever and a day to think about what to say! Please, please review! I hope that I didn't make anyone out of character. I'm really, really sorry if I did.~