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"So are you gonna go after her?" Luke asked Lorelai who was staring out the window after her distressed daughter.
"I think right now would be the best time to leave her alone." The black- headed boy in the corner got up quickly and left, following the girl who had stormed out so suddenly. He walked around, remembering the last time he saw her. She was at the bridge...so that's where he would look first. There she was, just like he had hoped. The boards creeked under his feet causing her to look up abruptly. She wiped her tears away quickly, seeing that she didn't know the person. She always thought it was ridiculous to cry in front of a perfect stranger.
"Can I sit?" He asked, his voice deep and raspy. She looked up seeing this person a little closer. She almost forgot why she had been crying. Her stomach did a flop and she nodded in order to answer his question. He sat about a foot away from her. She suddenly remembered her problems and sniffled causing the boy to look at her.
"I'm Rory." She sniffed again, holding out her hand to shake his. He stared at it. Yup, he was right...it was Rory. Rory Gilmore. The girl who haunted his dreams and thoughts and who hung on to him in the back of his head for these ten years.
"Huh." He looked down into the water before pulling out a book from his back pocket. She slowly brought her hand down and took this time to take in more of his features, seeing as how he was reading and not paying attention...at least that's what she thought. He was very aware of her staring.
She noticed his high cheek bones, his tanned skin, his messy yet beautiful black hair. Something about it made her want to run her fingers through it. His arms were muscular, practically busting out of the sleeves, which probably meant the rest of his body was muscluar too. She blushed at the thought. Wait, she couldn't be thinking all of this, first of all she didn't even know him, and second of all, she had a boyfriend. Who wasn't really acting like a boyfriend, but was still one none the less. "What?" He finally asked, getting annoyed with her constant staring. It was then, she noticed his dark, dark brown eyes. They were so dark, like you could just fall right into them and drown.
"Uhh nothing....sorry. I was just wondering what you're name was." She asked casually.
"Oh, if that's all." He went back to reading. She sighed, annoyed. So he wasn't going to answer. *I need to go home. I'm so tired and I don't feel like going to school today.* It was then, she noticed the cut on his head, it was actually a pretty deep gash.
"So did you move here or are you just visiting?" She asked him, noticing the duffle bag sitting next to him.
"I'm not sure yet." He replied, honestly.
"Ok. Well I gotta go. So I MIGHT see you around." She waved and walked away.
He knew he had to talk to Luke sooner or later. *Well, here goes nuthin.* he thought to himself as he walked towards Luke's. He opened the door, happy to see that there were only three people in the diner. The bell above the door sounded about ten times louder and everything seemed to go into slow motion. He saw Luke behind the counter. He walked up and sat on one of the stools. "What can I get you?" Luke asked without turning around.
"My Uncle, if you don't mind. His name's Luke, wears a flannel shirt all the time, wears a backwards baseball cap, in fact I think he even owns this very diner." He replied sarcastically. Luke whipped around and stared at this boy.
"No way. Jess? Is that really you?" His appearance had completely changed. He didn't even recognize him
"The one and only." Luke didn't really know what to say, so he just stood there, like an idiot. A couple of people walked into the diner and sat down.
"Well..um...why don't you go upstairs and let me take care of these people and I'll be up in a second. Is that ok?" Jess nodded, throwing his duffle bag over his shoulder and heading upstairs.
UPSTAIRS
Jess was so incredibly nervous for some reason and knew he needed a cigarette. He dug around in his pockets and finally found the package. He lit up and took a drag, smoke filling the small apartment. Luke finally came through the door. "So, Jess-" He stopped, seeing the cigarette in his nephew's mouth. He shifted nervously. "How long have you been smoking?" He asked nonchalantly.
"Since I started." Jess replied. Luke tried to hide his disappointment and nodded his head. Jess opened the window and threw his cigarette down to the street.
"You don't...stutter anymore."
"Got it fixed."
"How do you just get things like that fixed?" Luke asked in disbelief.
"Well you don't see me stuttering anymore, do you?" Yeah, he had a point. There was a silence.
"And your glasses?"
"Got contacts."
"I figured....either that or laser surgery." Jess smirked. *laser surgery? Do I honestly look like the type of guy to have laser surgery?* he thought. "Ok, Jess, I have to ask. What are you doing here?" Luke all of a sudden blurted out. Jess hesitated.
"Can...umm...I have a place to crash for a little while?"
"Oh...umm what does your mom think about this?" Jess laughed out loud for the first time in a couple months. Luke noticed the hint of bitterness that echoed around his nephew.
"She couldn't care less." He chuckled again, but more sadly this time, but trying to hide his hurt. If Luke didn't know him, he probably would have pulled it off....but Luke DID know him. Maybe not as well as he used to, but he did know him and his tendencies.
"Oh..umm..." Luke took a big breath. "Sure, you can stay. But uhh...how long are you thinkin?" Jess looked down.
"I..I don't know." He replied, looking out the window. He notice all of the people. They all looked like they were out of a fairy tale. His eyes scanned the streets....a familiar car stood outside.
"Jess, I don't know what's goin on here. But I have this strange feeling you're not telling me something." Luke eyed his nephew who was still looking out the window nervously, for some reason. "Jess?"
"Oh, yeah. Um...if it's a problem, I'll just go find a place for tonight and then tomorrow, I'll...go find a friend or something to live with." He replied uncomfortably looking out the window. The semi-familiar car stood outside in front of Luke's. It looked like Tommy's car. *No, no. It can't be. He's still in jail, he's still in jail.* he kept repeating over and over to himself. He watched the car closely as the person stepped out. He held his breath......it was a some lady. Not Tommy. He heaved a sigh of relief.
"It's no problem, I just think there's something you're not telling me." Jess' personality kicked back in. Whenever he would get scared or nervous, he would become quiet and solemn, but once his fear subsided, his sarcastic and witty remarks would come back.
"What do you want me to say? I'm gay?" Luke's eyes grew wide. "I'm kidding, Luke....I'm as straight as a pencil." Jess chuckled.
"All right, Jess. You can stay. But I want to know what's going on....EVENTUALLY. Not now, but sometime, in the NEAR future." Jess nodded.
"Gotcha Uncle Luke."
"It's Luke."
"Ok Uncle Luke." Luke glared at his nephew and headed downstairs. Jess dumped his stuff on the floor, looking for his book. He wandered outside, looking for a place to read, in peace. He slowly walked over to the bridge that he had been at earlier....there was several memories there. One in particular stuck out in his mind.....the kiss he'd given to a beautiful girl. That girl. Rory Gilmore. She probably didn't even remember, she probably thought it was gross for him to kiss her, considering she was the popular girl and everything. But if he only knew how wrong he was.
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"So are you gonna go after her?" Luke asked Lorelai who was staring out the window after her distressed daughter.
"I think right now would be the best time to leave her alone." The black- headed boy in the corner got up quickly and left, following the girl who had stormed out so suddenly. He walked around, remembering the last time he saw her. She was at the bridge...so that's where he would look first. There she was, just like he had hoped. The boards creeked under his feet causing her to look up abruptly. She wiped her tears away quickly, seeing that she didn't know the person. She always thought it was ridiculous to cry in front of a perfect stranger.
"Can I sit?" He asked, his voice deep and raspy. She looked up seeing this person a little closer. She almost forgot why she had been crying. Her stomach did a flop and she nodded in order to answer his question. He sat about a foot away from her. She suddenly remembered her problems and sniffled causing the boy to look at her.
"I'm Rory." She sniffed again, holding out her hand to shake his. He stared at it. Yup, he was right...it was Rory. Rory Gilmore. The girl who haunted his dreams and thoughts and who hung on to him in the back of his head for these ten years.
"Huh." He looked down into the water before pulling out a book from his back pocket. She slowly brought her hand down and took this time to take in more of his features, seeing as how he was reading and not paying attention...at least that's what she thought. He was very aware of her staring.
She noticed his high cheek bones, his tanned skin, his messy yet beautiful black hair. Something about it made her want to run her fingers through it. His arms were muscular, practically busting out of the sleeves, which probably meant the rest of his body was muscluar too. She blushed at the thought. Wait, she couldn't be thinking all of this, first of all she didn't even know him, and second of all, she had a boyfriend. Who wasn't really acting like a boyfriend, but was still one none the less. "What?" He finally asked, getting annoyed with her constant staring. It was then, she noticed his dark, dark brown eyes. They were so dark, like you could just fall right into them and drown.
"Uhh nothing....sorry. I was just wondering what you're name was." She asked casually.
"Oh, if that's all." He went back to reading. She sighed, annoyed. So he wasn't going to answer. *I need to go home. I'm so tired and I don't feel like going to school today.* It was then, she noticed the cut on his head, it was actually a pretty deep gash.
"So did you move here or are you just visiting?" She asked him, noticing the duffle bag sitting next to him.
"I'm not sure yet." He replied, honestly.
"Ok. Well I gotta go. So I MIGHT see you around." She waved and walked away.
He knew he had to talk to Luke sooner or later. *Well, here goes nuthin.* he thought to himself as he walked towards Luke's. He opened the door, happy to see that there were only three people in the diner. The bell above the door sounded about ten times louder and everything seemed to go into slow motion. He saw Luke behind the counter. He walked up and sat on one of the stools. "What can I get you?" Luke asked without turning around.
"My Uncle, if you don't mind. His name's Luke, wears a flannel shirt all the time, wears a backwards baseball cap, in fact I think he even owns this very diner." He replied sarcastically. Luke whipped around and stared at this boy.
"No way. Jess? Is that really you?" His appearance had completely changed. He didn't even recognize him
"The one and only." Luke didn't really know what to say, so he just stood there, like an idiot. A couple of people walked into the diner and sat down.
"Well..um...why don't you go upstairs and let me take care of these people and I'll be up in a second. Is that ok?" Jess nodded, throwing his duffle bag over his shoulder and heading upstairs.
UPSTAIRS
Jess was so incredibly nervous for some reason and knew he needed a cigarette. He dug around in his pockets and finally found the package. He lit up and took a drag, smoke filling the small apartment. Luke finally came through the door. "So, Jess-" He stopped, seeing the cigarette in his nephew's mouth. He shifted nervously. "How long have you been smoking?" He asked nonchalantly.
"Since I started." Jess replied. Luke tried to hide his disappointment and nodded his head. Jess opened the window and threw his cigarette down to the street.
"You don't...stutter anymore."
"Got it fixed."
"How do you just get things like that fixed?" Luke asked in disbelief.
"Well you don't see me stuttering anymore, do you?" Yeah, he had a point. There was a silence.
"And your glasses?"
"Got contacts."
"I figured....either that or laser surgery." Jess smirked. *laser surgery? Do I honestly look like the type of guy to have laser surgery?* he thought. "Ok, Jess, I have to ask. What are you doing here?" Luke all of a sudden blurted out. Jess hesitated.
"Can...umm...I have a place to crash for a little while?"
"Oh...umm what does your mom think about this?" Jess laughed out loud for the first time in a couple months. Luke noticed the hint of bitterness that echoed around his nephew.
"She couldn't care less." He chuckled again, but more sadly this time, but trying to hide his hurt. If Luke didn't know him, he probably would have pulled it off....but Luke DID know him. Maybe not as well as he used to, but he did know him and his tendencies.
"Oh..umm..." Luke took a big breath. "Sure, you can stay. But uhh...how long are you thinkin?" Jess looked down.
"I..I don't know." He replied, looking out the window. He notice all of the people. They all looked like they were out of a fairy tale. His eyes scanned the streets....a familiar car stood outside.
"Jess, I don't know what's goin on here. But I have this strange feeling you're not telling me something." Luke eyed his nephew who was still looking out the window nervously, for some reason. "Jess?"
"Oh, yeah. Um...if it's a problem, I'll just go find a place for tonight and then tomorrow, I'll...go find a friend or something to live with." He replied uncomfortably looking out the window. The semi-familiar car stood outside in front of Luke's. It looked like Tommy's car. *No, no. It can't be. He's still in jail, he's still in jail.* he kept repeating over and over to himself. He watched the car closely as the person stepped out. He held his breath......it was a some lady. Not Tommy. He heaved a sigh of relief.
"It's no problem, I just think there's something you're not telling me." Jess' personality kicked back in. Whenever he would get scared or nervous, he would become quiet and solemn, but once his fear subsided, his sarcastic and witty remarks would come back.
"What do you want me to say? I'm gay?" Luke's eyes grew wide. "I'm kidding, Luke....I'm as straight as a pencil." Jess chuckled.
"All right, Jess. You can stay. But I want to know what's going on....EVENTUALLY. Not now, but sometime, in the NEAR future." Jess nodded.
"Gotcha Uncle Luke."
"It's Luke."
"Ok Uncle Luke." Luke glared at his nephew and headed downstairs. Jess dumped his stuff on the floor, looking for his book. He wandered outside, looking for a place to read, in peace. He slowly walked over to the bridge that he had been at earlier....there was several memories there. One in particular stuck out in his mind.....the kiss he'd given to a beautiful girl. That girl. Rory Gilmore. She probably didn't even remember, she probably thought it was gross for him to kiss her, considering she was the popular girl and everything. But if he only knew how wrong he was.
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A/N: I don't know if this chapter is any good. Let me know! REVIEW!!!