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A/N: High school dramas ending, so hopefully I wont make any of the characters overly sarcastic or dramatic. Thanks again for the reviews!!
Chapter 6: I Promise
Rory's failed attempt to sleep by Jess's feet the entire night didn't go so well, seeing as she couldn't sleep- even if she tried.
It was pointless.
Rory took note of the shadows that fell upon his face.
He looked so sweet when he slept; like a complex angel who's been emotionally damaged.
She sighed and slowly closed her eyes, accepting the day to come with a bruised heart, as you might say.
The next day came all too fast.
Rory and Jess lay still, in the same positions they were in from the night before.
Janet woke first, then Paris, and lastly Tanna. All had early classes to attend to, but not Rory. She didn't have a single class that day so she took advantage of that and slept in.
The only two people left in the suite were her and Jess, who remained asleep the entire time.
About a half hour later, Jess woke up. He noticed that Rory was still sleeping by his feet and he sighed.
He shifted a little, hoping that this minute move would wake her- a rude effort to shoot off dead weight.
Because of his change in position, she slowly woke.
Rory sat up strait, regretting the fact that she slept in the same position the whole night.
She stood, not even glancing over at the broken boy on the couch and walked into her room, grabbed some clothes and slide into the bathroom.
Jess lay on the couch and watched her every move. It was like she was a machine.
He heard the shower start.
Jess sat up and ran a hand through his hair.
Later, Rory finished her shower and Jess was sitting the exact same way he was when she went into the bathroom.
"Shower's free, if you want it, but you better hurry 'cause I'm hungry," she sounded so automatic and... robotic, this kind of hurt Jess.
He nodded and went to grab some clothes and hurried to the bathroom.
She sighed and sat on the couch were he was sitting and brushed her hair.
Rory pulled her hair up into a messy bun.
She lay down on the couch and inhaled his scent, for a brief nostalgic stab at painfully beautiful and fond memories.
About 15 minutes later, Jess came out of the bathroom and a mist of herbal essence fumed out.
His hair was chaotic and everywhere.
She grabbed her coat without a word and opened the door.
He had to rush to get his shoes and a jacket and then he followed her out.
They walked to her car in wounded silence.
Silence, again.
He stopped her before they got to the car.
Internally she was groaning.
"Rory," he said.
His touch scorched her skin and she insolently pulled away.
"What," she asked, a little angrier than she expected; a little angrier than he expected.
"I'm sorry," he softly spoke.
She swallowed hard and said, "Me too," and continued walking.
"Are you? Are you really?!" He shouted as he watched her walk ahead of him.
"Well are you?!" she shouted back as she turned to face him. "You hurt me one too many times Jess. I'm not so sure that sorry counts anymore!"
"Well what do you want me to do?!"
She shook her head bitterly and said, "I honestly don't know..... All I do know is that you hurt me badly. I don't think I loved you....." his heart was immediately thrown in a garbage bag, closed and sealed and slowly started suffocating. "I KNOW I loved you...." His heart was torn out of the ratty garbage bag and placed on a plaque with the title hope engraved on it.
He was at a loss of words.
His mouth hung open, just incase something decided to fly right out to save his sorry ass.
She nodded indignantly and started walking to her car.
"Rory!" he called out.
His heart was beating all too fast and blood was rushing in and out of his veins in an un-orderly manner.
She whipped around sharply and spat out, "What?"
"I..." he said stepping cautiously towards her. "I want you to know that..." he was now a foot away from her and he stepped even closer to her, took her hands and starred at them. He brought his eyes up to connect with hers and said, "I want you to know that I've always loved you. I always will."
Her eyes softened to his words; she invited them into her heart with open arms.
A liquid agonizingly familiar had swum its way to the corners of her eyes, almost threatening to fall.
And they did, just to spite her.
They fell in droplets from her eyes.
Blinking them away she looked deeply into his dark brown pools of madness; they carried an emotional landslide in them, but she took sight of them regardless of the situation.
She held on tighter to his hands.
"Don't hurt me anymore. I don't think my heart can take it," she whispered.
He pulled her into a rough embrace, one that would be important of many more to come.
The tears fell carelessly from her eyes and he brushed them away.
"I promise," he whispered into her hair.
She held him tighter.
A moment of informality had introduced itself to them, clearing the worn out slate of strikes and bursting like a bud; a baby flower born and flushed in an inappropriate position, but nevertheless, engaged in a jungle of love and uncertainties.
"So you mentioned you were hungry?" Jess asked, breaking the everlasting silence. He still held on to her.
She softly laughed and said, "Like you wouldn't believe!"
"I have some kind of an idea."
She smiled and he said, "I promise," referring back to the conversation they had earlier.
She nodded and took hold of his hand and they walked to the car.
Rory drove all over, looking for a place to eat. They finally found a small restaurant and parked.
Walking into the restaurant, Jess whispered to Rory, "Is it me, or does this place look like it came right out of a scene from 'Tremors'?"
"Mm, I get that all too familiar feeling..." Rory whispered back to him.
He smirked and she led them to a booth by the window.
A waitress came up to them and handed them menus.
"And your order?" the waitress dully said.
Looking at her menu, Rory said, "I think I'll have the pancakes and a side of bacon with a coffee."
The waitress blinked blankly and said, "And you?" as she pointed to Jess.
"I'll just have a cup of coffee."
"Bold choice," the waitress said to him.
"I tell myself that everyday," he curtly responded.
The waitress rolled her eyes and walked away.
"Hey, she's nicer than you," Rory said to Jess.
"Shock!" He responded.
From this Rory laughed.
Their food soon arrived and they ate, falling back in a recognizable pattern of conversation.
When they finished eating, they got up to leave.
"And a tip for grumpy waitress lady and we're off!" Rory said.
"You're actually going to leave her a tip?!" Jess asked incredulously.
"Just think about it like this: when you worked in the diner and you pissed people off when they tried to order food, they still left you a tip."
He nodded and said, "What about the ones that left death notes?"
"Well that's a given!" she said waving it with ease. Shrugging she said, "You give and you get."
"Beautiful motto!" he said applauding.
"I think so," she responded, taking a bow.
"Come, lets get outta here, this restaurant is getting to me."
"Oo, can we sense some negative energy here?" Rory asked as they walked to the door.
"Yeah and she's standing behind the counter with a run the size of Texas on her leg," Jess said quivering.
Rory looked back at the woman and shuddered.
"Yeah," she complied with him.
He chuckled and shook his head as they walked out of the restaurant.
She took hold of his hand and whispered into the air, "Spring break!"
"Free at last, free at last. Thank God almighty, we're free at last!"
She smiled and led them both to the car.
Spring break was only hours away.
~Review!! Took me awhile to do, but I did it! Woo hoo! Thanks for the reviews!!~
A/N: High school dramas ending, so hopefully I wont make any of the characters overly sarcastic or dramatic. Thanks again for the reviews!!
Chapter 6: I Promise
Rory's failed attempt to sleep by Jess's feet the entire night didn't go so well, seeing as she couldn't sleep- even if she tried.
It was pointless.
Rory took note of the shadows that fell upon his face.
He looked so sweet when he slept; like a complex angel who's been emotionally damaged.
She sighed and slowly closed her eyes, accepting the day to come with a bruised heart, as you might say.
The next day came all too fast.
Rory and Jess lay still, in the same positions they were in from the night before.
Janet woke first, then Paris, and lastly Tanna. All had early classes to attend to, but not Rory. She didn't have a single class that day so she took advantage of that and slept in.
The only two people left in the suite were her and Jess, who remained asleep the entire time.
About a half hour later, Jess woke up. He noticed that Rory was still sleeping by his feet and he sighed.
He shifted a little, hoping that this minute move would wake her- a rude effort to shoot off dead weight.
Because of his change in position, she slowly woke.
Rory sat up strait, regretting the fact that she slept in the same position the whole night.
She stood, not even glancing over at the broken boy on the couch and walked into her room, grabbed some clothes and slide into the bathroom.
Jess lay on the couch and watched her every move. It was like she was a machine.
He heard the shower start.
Jess sat up and ran a hand through his hair.
Later, Rory finished her shower and Jess was sitting the exact same way he was when she went into the bathroom.
"Shower's free, if you want it, but you better hurry 'cause I'm hungry," she sounded so automatic and... robotic, this kind of hurt Jess.
He nodded and went to grab some clothes and hurried to the bathroom.
She sighed and sat on the couch were he was sitting and brushed her hair.
Rory pulled her hair up into a messy bun.
She lay down on the couch and inhaled his scent, for a brief nostalgic stab at painfully beautiful and fond memories.
About 15 minutes later, Jess came out of the bathroom and a mist of herbal essence fumed out.
His hair was chaotic and everywhere.
She grabbed her coat without a word and opened the door.
He had to rush to get his shoes and a jacket and then he followed her out.
They walked to her car in wounded silence.
Silence, again.
He stopped her before they got to the car.
Internally she was groaning.
"Rory," he said.
His touch scorched her skin and she insolently pulled away.
"What," she asked, a little angrier than she expected; a little angrier than he expected.
"I'm sorry," he softly spoke.
She swallowed hard and said, "Me too," and continued walking.
"Are you? Are you really?!" He shouted as he watched her walk ahead of him.
"Well are you?!" she shouted back as she turned to face him. "You hurt me one too many times Jess. I'm not so sure that sorry counts anymore!"
"Well what do you want me to do?!"
She shook her head bitterly and said, "I honestly don't know..... All I do know is that you hurt me badly. I don't think I loved you....." his heart was immediately thrown in a garbage bag, closed and sealed and slowly started suffocating. "I KNOW I loved you...." His heart was torn out of the ratty garbage bag and placed on a plaque with the title hope engraved on it.
He was at a loss of words.
His mouth hung open, just incase something decided to fly right out to save his sorry ass.
She nodded indignantly and started walking to her car.
"Rory!" he called out.
His heart was beating all too fast and blood was rushing in and out of his veins in an un-orderly manner.
She whipped around sharply and spat out, "What?"
"I..." he said stepping cautiously towards her. "I want you to know that..." he was now a foot away from her and he stepped even closer to her, took her hands and starred at them. He brought his eyes up to connect with hers and said, "I want you to know that I've always loved you. I always will."
Her eyes softened to his words; she invited them into her heart with open arms.
A liquid agonizingly familiar had swum its way to the corners of her eyes, almost threatening to fall.
And they did, just to spite her.
They fell in droplets from her eyes.
Blinking them away she looked deeply into his dark brown pools of madness; they carried an emotional landslide in them, but she took sight of them regardless of the situation.
She held on tighter to his hands.
"Don't hurt me anymore. I don't think my heart can take it," she whispered.
He pulled her into a rough embrace, one that would be important of many more to come.
The tears fell carelessly from her eyes and he brushed them away.
"I promise," he whispered into her hair.
She held him tighter.
A moment of informality had introduced itself to them, clearing the worn out slate of strikes and bursting like a bud; a baby flower born and flushed in an inappropriate position, but nevertheless, engaged in a jungle of love and uncertainties.
"So you mentioned you were hungry?" Jess asked, breaking the everlasting silence. He still held on to her.
She softly laughed and said, "Like you wouldn't believe!"
"I have some kind of an idea."
She smiled and he said, "I promise," referring back to the conversation they had earlier.
She nodded and took hold of his hand and they walked to the car.
Rory drove all over, looking for a place to eat. They finally found a small restaurant and parked.
Walking into the restaurant, Jess whispered to Rory, "Is it me, or does this place look like it came right out of a scene from 'Tremors'?"
"Mm, I get that all too familiar feeling..." Rory whispered back to him.
He smirked and she led them to a booth by the window.
A waitress came up to them and handed them menus.
"And your order?" the waitress dully said.
Looking at her menu, Rory said, "I think I'll have the pancakes and a side of bacon with a coffee."
The waitress blinked blankly and said, "And you?" as she pointed to Jess.
"I'll just have a cup of coffee."
"Bold choice," the waitress said to him.
"I tell myself that everyday," he curtly responded.
The waitress rolled her eyes and walked away.
"Hey, she's nicer than you," Rory said to Jess.
"Shock!" He responded.
From this Rory laughed.
Their food soon arrived and they ate, falling back in a recognizable pattern of conversation.
When they finished eating, they got up to leave.
"And a tip for grumpy waitress lady and we're off!" Rory said.
"You're actually going to leave her a tip?!" Jess asked incredulously.
"Just think about it like this: when you worked in the diner and you pissed people off when they tried to order food, they still left you a tip."
He nodded and said, "What about the ones that left death notes?"
"Well that's a given!" she said waving it with ease. Shrugging she said, "You give and you get."
"Beautiful motto!" he said applauding.
"I think so," she responded, taking a bow.
"Come, lets get outta here, this restaurant is getting to me."
"Oo, can we sense some negative energy here?" Rory asked as they walked to the door.
"Yeah and she's standing behind the counter with a run the size of Texas on her leg," Jess said quivering.
Rory looked back at the woman and shuddered.
"Yeah," she complied with him.
He chuckled and shook his head as they walked out of the restaurant.
She took hold of his hand and whispered into the air, "Spring break!"
"Free at last, free at last. Thank God almighty, we're free at last!"
She smiled and led them both to the car.
Spring break was only hours away.
~Review!! Took me awhile to do, but I did it! Woo hoo! Thanks for the reviews!!~